Watching Lothar leave, Saleh sighed with emotion: "Abdallah, you are right. He is indeed a very special person - he even saluted me with our etiquette just now."
Abdullah said with a smile: "He has been made a baron and has the attention of King Baldwin. In my opinion, it won't be long before he becomes a big shot in the Holy City."
At this time, an attendant came to Saleh and whispered in Saleh's ear for a while.
Saleh's face changed slightly, and he said with a complicated expression: "No, it won't take long. I just received the news that King Baldwin appointed him as the grand master of the Royal Knights."
"He's already a big shot in this town."
"Abdullah, regaining the Holy Land is a feat, but this feat can only be accomplished by me, not by a rebel like Saladin."
Abdullah whispered: "I understand, my lord, you will definitely take back Aleppo, just like we served Baron Godfrey in order to avenge King Noureddine."
Saleh coughed lightly and said, "Abdullah, we need to be more generous to our friends. In addition to sending him ten horses, let's give him five maids."
Abdullah hesitated.
Saleh immediately saw his doubts and said sternly: "They are real maids, not those who have been specially trained to kill their masters on the bed at any time."
Abdullah accepted the order happily.
...
Leave the hotel.
Fringilla muttered in a low voice: "Why don't you have a maid? I heard that these maids trained by the Zoroastrian nobles are very good at serving others."
"If you don't need it yourself, you can give it to me."
"When I was in the royal court, I had at least three maids to take care of my bathing and dressing, three maids to take care of my makeup, and three maids to take care of my food and daily living..."
Lothar said with a dark face: "Don't talk nonsense, you are in the royal palace, it is as cold as a big coffin, how can there be anyone alive to serve you?"
Fringilla covered her mouth, feeling embarrassed as if someone had exposed her nonsense: "You know all this?"
"I know you better than you think."
Lothar sighed: "But don't worry, whether it's maids or luxurious palaces, there will definitely be some in the future, but save what you can now."
"Painting again!"
"Seriously."
For a nobleman, maids are indeed a necessity.
Even if you don't use it yourself, there will always be some use for the favors between nobles, for greetings and sending.
You can't hold a banquet and have a rough-and-tumble sergeant wait on you, right?
It's just that now is not the time to enjoy it, and he doesn't intend to spend his limited funds on such things.
Everything that follows must be compromised for the expansion of military power.
The ten war horses promised by Saleh will be sent to the Constance Manor later. Lothar has no intention of sending them back to Yogurtsburg, but intends to keep them directly as spare horses for the Hussars.
The horses at Jorgesburg for training the hussars were sufficient.
Some were snatched from the hands of desert bandits, and some were bought through the horse market in the Jordan County.
Although asking Saleh for Abdullah was more to test the relationship between the two, in fact, he was really coveting Abdullah and the Kurdish cavalry under his command.
It was a very elite cavalry team, skilled with bows and horses, no less than the elite Mamluks of the Ayyubid Kingdom.
With the same number of people, even if the winged cavalry under his command could win, it would only be a miserable victory.
But it's a pity that these two people are probably in a period of love that is suitable for both king and minister.
It's really hard for me as a mistress to get involved.
…
Constance Manor.
Only two weeks after leaving, the manor was already gathering dust. Thirteen hussars and nine axemen, including Ryan, had already begun cleaning.
With the help of Prajna, Lothar took off his armor and stood on the balcony of the main building of the manor, looking at the busy crowd with a frown.
The complicated situation in the Holy Land and the appreciation and respect of Baldwin IV made him feel tremendous pressure.
None of the outstanding figures in this era are easy to deal with.
Even those Crusader nobles who seemed stupid and only wanted to fight for fame and wealth.
If he does not cheat and inherits the identity and abilities of the original owner, it is only right that if he, a commoner, travels to this world, he will be shot away by the knights in one round.
He never felt that he really had the talent to rival Saladin, and the power under his command was only a drop in the bucket in the face of the upcoming war.
However, if he could completely bring the Royal Knights under his control and use it properly, this power would probably be able to slightly influence the direction of a war.
"Lotha."
Behind him, a cold female voice sounded.
Prajna came to his side. This woman, who was not much shorter than him, stretched out her hand and smoothed Lothar's brow.
The cold touch made Lothar feel that all the heat in her body was driven away.
"You know, some people can move forward when they are alone, but if they have more, they always look forward and backward and worry."
Lothar immediately realized that he was talking about himself.
He smiled bitterly: "Indeed, this is stupid."
"But I always feel that I have a lot of people's expectations now, and if I mess up, I will let them down."
He pointed to the busy people below: "As well as their loyalty, wealth and lives. If I make a wrong decision, they will all lose their lives."
Prajna lowered his eyes slightly and whispered: "Game of Thrones is not like children playing house. Not only will they die, but you will die too. It's impossible without this kind of awareness."
"yes."
Lothar calmed down and said with a smile: "I am worrying too much. I have to go to the palace in the afternoon. You and Fringilla should stay at home if you follow me."
"Of course I'm following you, but that little vampire, I think she would prefer to stay in the manor and do what she wants."
"Silly man, what are you farting at?"
Fringilla screamed sharply: "I also want to follow the lord!"
A smile appeared on Lothar's face: "Okay, then follow me, as long as you are not bored."
…
The Royal Palace of Jerusalem is a palace with a distinct oriental color, but also a very Western style.
The Zoroastrian civilization, the Jewish civilization, the empire—or rather the Greek civilization, and the Frankish civilization—were perfectly integrated.
Lothar was walking in the garden of the palace, with Prajna and others following behind him.
In the center of the road paved with gray stone bricks, there is a fountain.
The spring water surrounds the garden and flows slowly.
Lothar washed his hands in the fountain and felt the sweetness in his hands. He simply picked up the water and washed his face: "Huh, it's really comfortable."
The working environment is good and the days ahead shouldn't be difficult.
The sergeants of the Royal Knights, wearing red and white smocks, pot helmets and ridge helmets, were deployed in every corner.
"Grand leader!"
The sergeants he met on the road saluted.
"Take me to your station and ask the inspector and treasurer to see me."
Lothar ordered.
