"grown ups!"
Hans rushed into the tent with an armed sword in hand, eyeing the uninvited guest warily.
"Hans, don't be nervous, this is a new colleague."
Jeanne raised her head, revealing her white chin: "Then, three colleagues, why don't you introduce yourself to me first?"
"Don't worry, everyone, I will not be prejudiced against you just because you are dark creatures."
Prajna was the first to speak: "I am Prajna, from the ghost clan, and the general guarding the gate of hell."
Jeanne smiled and said: "It's really official - I am Jeanne Darc, a Gaulish, the Grand Master of the Knights of the Holy Church. You can also call me Joan of Arc."
Hans glanced at Fringilla and saw that she had not spoken for a long time before he said: "I have long admired my name, Grand Commander Jeanne. I once served in the Teutonic Knights, and now I am the commander of the Royal Knights of Jerusalem. Please call me Just Hans."
Jeanne nodded slightly: "It turned out to be an acquired little werewolf. I asked why I didn't carry your clan emblem - then, Commander Hans, I am very happy to work with you."
Hans was a little flattered: "I'm very happy too."
Jeanne looked at Fringilla who was hiding behind Lothar, with a smile in her tone: "Vampire of the Tepesh family over there, don't you have anything to say?"
Fringilla hid behind Lothar and whispered: "What do I have to say to you, you executioner with blood on your hands?"
Lothar was a little surprised: "Do you know Ms. Jeanne?"
"Of course, she is a lunatic, the top powerhouse of the Holy Church. Although we at the Blood Royal Court don't care much about the small force of the Holy Church, she is an exception."
Fringilla said with some regret: "I once witnessed her killing my brother with my own eyes before."
"Ah this..."
Fringilla hurriedly said: "But don't worry, sir, my relationship with my brothers is not that harmonious. I will not think about revenge for him."
Jeanne smiled and said: "She is a little girl who knows the current affairs. Sir, you must take good care of her. In her, I feel the purest royal bloodline. If it gets out of control..."
Lothar nodded and said, "Don't worry, I know the severity."
Although he didn't know the past experience of the shining knight in front of him, he still knew Fringilla very well and knew her great potential in the setting.
Jeanne said: "Where are we now?"
She fanned herself: "It's such a terrible weather, do you have any wine?"
Lothar nodded and said, "Yes."
Jeanne smiled and said: "Please bring me a bottle of iced water. In addition, please explain to me the current situation and the basic overview of the world."
After Lothar briefly told.
Jeanne suddenly said: "It turns out that it was an era similar to the Crusades. It was really a long time ago. Sir, can you take me to see the knights under your command?"
"certainly."
Jeanne put down the empty bottle of wine, and in just a short moment, she had already downed a whole bottle of wine, just using it as a drink.
Lothar stood up and glanced at Fringilla and Prajna.
The former immediately shook his head and said: "I won't go. As you know, sir, I hate the sun the most."
Prajna remained silent and followed Lothar.
Jeanna looked at Prajna, a trace of nostalgia flashed in her eyes, and she said with some emotion: "You are a heavy-armed iron guard, right? You are really competent. If I had a heavy-armed iron guard by my side, maybe Nor will he be captured by the Knights of the Golden Fleece of Burgundy.”
Prajna was stunned for a moment, a trace of doubt flashed in her eyes, and she nodded slightly: "That's right, you are over-praising me."
There was a hint of surprise on Lothar's face.
If he hadn't realized who this "saint" was at first, after Jeanne said these words, he was almost 100% sure that the prototype of Jeanne, the shining knight, was the one who fought in the Hundred Years War. , the hero of France, was sold to the British Joan of Arc by "Philip the Good" of Burgundy for a high price of 10,000 gold coins!
"Are you really Jeanne d'Arc?"
Jeanne looked at Lothar and asked: "Isn't it obvious enough? I never thought of hiding this matter. After all, I was once more or less a loyal minister, right?"
"How did you survive?"
Lothar was curious about what the setting behind her was.
Jeanne smiled and said: "This is a secret, sir. As your servant, I should also have my own privacy, right?"
Lothar didn't force it anymore.
Perhaps as the relationship between the two becomes closer, Jeanne will tell him without him asking.
A group of people walked in the military camp.
The Crusaders gathered together in twos and threes and chatted. The drinks brought by Kaleborg were very limited. They gathered in the shade and could hear complaints from their mouths from time to time.
Jeanne wondered: "These people don't seem to understand why the king wants to make a truce with Saladin."
Lothar explained: "Not fighting in the war not only means not having to lose one's life, but it also means not having any spoils of war, and not being able to get the salvation that the priests say."
Jeanne suddenly realized: "I knew that these damn gangsters are always telling lies to deceive believers."
The Crusaders hoped to fight a big battle. They did not know the balance of power between the enemy and ourselves, and they would not consider the deeper reasons.
But Baldwin IV didn’t want to fight Saladin!
Because the Crusaders marching north, equivalent to almost two-thirds of the strength of Jerusalem, were all delayed by the enemy in the quagmire of the northern battlefield.
The real elite of the army he led were only two sergeants of the Knights and Lothar's command. There were only 700 armored cavalry left. There was really no chance of defeating Saladin.
In the knights' camp.
The hussars were confronting the knights, fighting with blunt-nosed wooden lances used for training.
These energetic knights are challenging Lothar's winged cavalry one by one - this feathered cavalry team has proven itself on the battlefield and is by no means a show-off.
Now, every knight is proud to compete with the Hussars.
Jeanne carefully observed the battle on the training ground and said: "Those are the winged cavalry of the Politburo Federation, right? They are a good force, but are the numbers a little small?"
Lothar nodded and said: "Give me some more time and I will recruit a hundred wing cavalry for you to command."
"Hmm - only a hundred? My lord, when you hired me to serve you, why was it only a baron?"
Before Jeanne finished speaking, she added: "But it's better to support you from a young baron to the throne of the king. This kind of nurturing game is more interesting."
Lothar said thoughtfully: "Is it like the Crown Prince of France, Charles VII?"
"Jeanna, speaking of which, I'm very confused. Legally speaking, Henry VI should be more qualified to be the king of France than Charles VII, right? I don't understand why you want to assist him?"
There was nothing nationalistic about that era.
Jeanne smiled and said: "My lord, I don't know anything about jurisprudence or heraldry. I only know that after the British came, they brought countless exorbitant taxes and massacres one after another. There are English and Burgundian armies wandering around, plundering everywhere, and I want to drive them away, that's all."
Lothar suddenly realized.
Unlike in this era, King Richard the Lionheart regarded the Gallic territory as his core, but was very disdainful of the Albion territory.
Henry VI of Lancaster was exactly the other way around.
"It's such a simple sentiment."
"Otherwise? You don't think that I really received the revelation from Heavenly Father, do you? Ha, that's just a lie I told casually. There's no reason why a priest can use God to deceive people, but I can't."
Jeanne smiled calmly.
