paranoianovel Chapter 717: Three Great Knights
Chapter 717: Three Great Knights
Chapter 717: Three Knights
"I don't like our era, where nobles live in towers of symbolism and status, and may never come to the places where poor people live in their entire lives, thinking that it is a pool of mud, as if doing so makes them innocent."
The room was filled with candlelight, casting Miss Fallen Deer's shadow on the mosaic brick wall.
"They pointed to the ragged farmers and said, 'You are free.' Then they were roughly driven from the fields to the factories, thinking that they had been generously granted freedom and people should be grateful to them."
"The wolf tribe is different from you. Everyone in the wolf tribe is rolling in the mud. Even the head of the family started out on the streets. At first, it was ordinary street fights, and then assassinations."
Celinina couldn't imagine the life of the so-called nobles in the high tower as described by Viviana.
In the Apennine states ruled by the wolf tribe, the nobility is just another identity of the wolf tribe, or their apparent spokesperson.
"Anyway, it's not much better than your place."
"That's why I say it's a matter of the times. Losa said that although things here won't be much better, we have the opportunity to create a country of our own and build it according to our own will."
"Ms. Nia should be able to resonate with you in this regard."
"I'll visit her later. Nina, what exactly is your wolf clan?"
Viviana was a little curious: "I think it must be different from our definition of family."
The Hohenzollern family is also a large family, but family members do not interact frequently, nor do they live together in one or several cities.
Celinina thought for a moment and said, "Just like a pack of wolves in the wilderness, they are bound together by blood for the sake of survival, working together to resist foreign enemies, and occasionally get involved in internal fighting, but everything is done with the survival and growth of the family as the first goal."
Her blue-gray ears suddenly trembled, and she quickly pulled up the quilt to cover herself: "Miss Viviana, it's getting late, I need to rest. When you leave, if you run into adults, just tell them that I'm asleep."
Miss Fallen Deer was a little surprised. She glanced at Miss Wolf's short hair which was tangled unevenly due to the fire, and smiled suddenly: "I know. Good night, Miss Nina."
"I'm sorry, that's rude."
Cherinina said with a hoarse voice, a little embarrassed.
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In the end, Losa was unable to visit Cherinina.
I don’t know when this taciturn assassin lady started to love beauty; or maybe she loved beauty before but just didn’t realize it.
Early the next morning.
Looking at the three knightly camps rising from the ground on the outskirts of the city, with three eye-catching flags flying above them, the magnificent monastery-style buildings are like three giant fortresses, guarding the hills south of Alexandria in a V-shape.
The soldiers who came here as if on a pilgrimage could not help but reveal expressions of amazement.
Lothar was not worried at all that the Knights of this world would come to him to ask for copyright fees.
Because the emblem of the Knights Hospitaller was changed from "white cross on black background" to "white cross on red background" long ago in the world of Yesterday's Battleships, and the shape of the cross was also changed from an ordinary Latin cross to an eight-pointed cross.
The coat of arms of the Teutonic Knights added a "black eagle on a gold background" to the original "black cross on a white background", and four "golden irises" were added to the end of the cross.
Even the Knights Templar, which has long been extinct, has changed its emblem from the ordinary Latin cross of today to the "octagonal cross", but the background color has not changed, it is still a red cross on a white background.
Their members are all meritorious officials and retainers selected from the Order of Saint Lazarus, and many are even selected from the combat monks among them.
Those who have made contributions will be rewarded, but a fully armed chain mail knight will only be considered meritorious if he kills a Mamluk with the same equipment, while an armed monk with only tattered armor, a spear and a shield will only be considered meritorious if he kills a Saracen infantryman.
Of course, this merit is only limited to military rank adjustments and is not counted towards bounties and land. Otherwise, a knight with his own weapons and equipment, horses and attendants would not get as much as a low-level soldier on the battlefield, which would be unfair.
The reason why there is such a tendency towards merit records for lower-level sergeants is to enable lower-level sergeants to have more qualifications for promotion. Otherwise, it would be a waste for an elite knight to be transferred to a system soldier. Moreover, from a personal point of view, the knights are not very interested in changing their jobs.
This also led to the cavalry under Lothar being once contemptuously called barefoot knights - meaning that they were infantrymen who once walked barefoot and were transformed into knights.
Hans stood outside the Teutonic Knights' headquarters, looking at the familiar black eagle flag with a gold background, his face showing a complex emotion. Not only the flag, but also this giant military camp, the monastery inside, the Protestant-style church, the armory and other buildings all looked extremely familiar to him.
In the past, he was just an apprentice knight of the Knights Templar. What his mother hoped most before her death was that he could retain the status of a squire when he left the recruit camp and be able to hold the stirrup of a formal knight.
But now, Lothar has appointed him as the Grand Master of the Teutonic Knights. Although the name has been changed to the Second Company of the Order of Saint Lazarus, the quota of 400 knights in the future is still a high-ranking and powerful military position.
He was a little excited and subconsciously turned his gaze to his master. He wanted to say something, but found that Losa was talking to himself.
"Congratulations, the new king of Egustop, the legendary killer, the legendary master of shapeshifting, and now the most sought-after figure in the Mediterranean."
Losa was on the phone with Anna, who was still in Sicily.
He didn't know yet that the "War of Gods" that took place on the shores of Lake Brulus had turned into a horrifying storm and spread throughout the supernatural world around the Mediterranean as Saladin's mage advisors dispersed.
"You received the news so quickly? Oh yes, Nishaya was there too."
Lothar realized that although Baldwin IV was unable to participate in the battle due to physical reasons, Nisaya did appear at that time, but her strength was low and no one intended to let her contribute from the beginning.
"There's no need for Nishaya to inform me. In fact, one of the people working under the Saracens at the time belonged to our Levant Wizard Association."
Anna explained, and said unhappily, "Even if there was no such person, with the feat you have done, even without these, it would have spread throughout the entire supernatural world from Ireland to Persia within a month at the latest?"
Losa quickly apologized: "Sorry, I forgot to inform you. You know I'm really busy during this period."
"Well, since you have already won the battle, will the Gallic army from Provence interfere with our battle?"
Anna was a little worried. Compared with Lothar's side, her progress was too slow. The spellcasters on both sides were afraid to act rashly, so the battle had to evolve into a series of brutal offensive and defensive battles. The numerous castles on Sicily made the imperial army suffer a lot.
No matter how powerful the potion army is, they are not extraordinary. What's more, the other side also has equal combat power, although slightly inferior to theirs.
"No, Philip intends to lead them north to attack the remnants of Saladin's forces - he said so himself, I suggest you don't take it lightly."
"Don't worry, I still have some brains."
After a long silence, Anna couldn't help but sighed, "I've always known that you're not an ordinary transcendent. I could tell when you destroyed the source of the plague that had some legendary features underground in Constantinople. But I didn't expect that in such a short time, less than the time I've had to study alchemy in seclusion, you've already killed a genuine legend who possesses a powerful artifact."
"Ma'am, you flatter me."
Lothar is very humble. He actually has nothing to be proud of. Most of his strength comes from the help of the system. Without the system, relying solely on his own abilities, he would be at most a small baron. If he is lucky, he could master a spell or two and take a few steps towards becoming a spellcaster, but his strength is probably still far less than that of a mid-level wizard like Nisya.
"Oh, I really regret it. I should have taken advantage of your weakness and forcibly abducted you back to be the husband of my queen."
Anna paused, and then continued: "Although I know it is unlikely, this time it is the Queen's wish. If you are willing, she is willing to let you be the co-ruling emperor of the empire."
Lothar sighed and said, "I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I appreciate your kindness, but you know, if I wanted to agree, I would have gone to Constantinople and never left."