"Ms. Jeanne, you are really candid."
"Sir, there is nothing shameful in this, right?"
"indeed."
"Okay, I've finished reading. To be honest, the level of these knights is pretty good. They are much better than the country knights hired by Prince Charles."
"Compared with your Knights of the Holy Church?"
"There is no comparison. The enemy we are dealing with is not human."
"That's it..."
"Sir, my hands are itchy. Do you want to spar with me?"
Lothar thought about it and thought it was feasible.
After all, Jeanne is only at level one, and her attributes are not much different from his. With the blood waterfall increase, she is barely evenly matched.
"Want to weigh my portion?"
"You're overthinking it, I just have itchy hands."
Prajna suddenly said: "If your hands are itchy, you can try with me."
"No, I can't beat him. It's not fun at all to fight with a heavily armored iron guard."
Jeanne smiled and said: "Although I am very good at dealing with dark creatures, Ms. Prajna is obviously an exception."
Prajna was also helpless by her frankness: "Okay then."
Jeanne put her arm around her shoulders. Hannya was startled by her movement, but she didn't move away.
Because after hiding, the distance between her and Lothar became longer. Obviously, this was a dereliction of duty.
"Don't worry, Ms. Prajna. Just like you, I am a servant loyal to you. I am sensible."
Lothar nodded and said: "Okay, let's give it a try, and let me see how powerful the legendary Glory Knight is."
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pressed it on the hilt of the sword.
"Wait a minute, as a knight, you should fight on horseback."
Jeanne said distressedly: "If you say hello in advance when you call me, I will definitely ride on my beloved grape first."
She added: "Grape is a very majestic horse. She has unicorn blood and has been with me for many years."
Lothar thought for a moment and said, "Come with me. I happen to have a nice mount for you."
Jeanne said in surprise: "Thank you, sir."
The sound of increasing favorability sounded.
Lothar smiled and refused: "You're welcome, it will be more valuable in your hands than in my hands."
Although the monarchs of this era always inevitably go to the battlefield in person.
But if possible, Lothar hopes that one day he can sit in the palace, drink wine happily, and the news of victory will come.
The reward for the rare mount lottery ticket is an Akhal Te golden horse.
Lothar had already used it when he returned to the camp and stored the war horse back in the stable.
If the name of the Akhal Tekin Horse is still a bit unfamiliar, then its other name, the Sweat-blooded Horse, is definitely familiar.
Approach the stables.
I saw Lothar bringing a stranger over.
Akhal Tekin's horse raised its head and neighed uneasily.
Lothar put her hand on its neck and patted it gently. It also lowered its head and rubbed his palm affectionately.
It looks to be at least one head taller than an Arabian horse, with a shoulder height of over 1.5 meters, a slender head, a tall neck, slender limbs, and extremely well-proportioned muscles.
"The Akhal Tekin horse is resistant to thirst and high temperatures. There is no horse more suitable for fighting in Jerusalem's weather."
Lothar introduced to Jeanne.
"She is so beautiful!"
Jeanne stretched out her hand and patted its neck: "This is one of the most beautiful little mares I have ever seen, second only to Grape."
"My lord, does it have a name?"
Lothar shook his head: "I haven't had time to get it yet."
"Then call her Grape!"
The rare quality mount only corresponds to the two-star, blue quality, but obviously, this horse is much better than the Arabian horse that Lothar often rides.
The Nissaan war horse he brought from Gaul was not acclimatized to the environment. He fell ill before the expedition and was left in Jerusalem by Lothar.
This situation is very common.
A quarter of the mounts brought by the Crusader knights from Europe often died of illness while on board the ship, and another quarter often died of illness after arriving in the Holy Land.
Only half of them can survive, and they are not adapted to the climate here. The fighting power they can exert is very touching.
When Lothar traveled through time, the mount system was just an idea to make money and was still being designed.
Including Jeana, a six-star retinue that Lothar didn't know, all showed that the system was still evolving and updating.
For now, this change is mostly benign.
"Come on, get on this horse and let's have a battle between knights."
There was also a lottery ticket for an epic quality item, and Lothar used it easily.
There was a flash of light.
In Lothar's hand, what appeared was a cross-shaped pendant with a sharp end and a dark red gemstone inlaid on it.
Its surface is surrounded by a faint purple halo, and its name is very simple, it is called the Shining Cross Sword.
Lothar held the end of the cross and waved it lightly, turning it into an armed sword.
This is a magic item that is easy to carry and has the same "indestructible" quality as the cavalry's lance.
In addition, it also possesses a part of "spirituality". Even an old farmer working in the fields will gain otherworldly swordsmanship by holding it.
"Nice props, looks like the work of Ms. Angelina from the Witch Forest."
Jeanne commented: "With this sword, my lord, your chances of winning will be higher, and the battle between us will be more suspenseful."
"Let's go to the knights' competition ground."
The news that Grand Captain Lothar was going to compete with an unknown female knight quickly spread throughout the competition arena.
Knights, cavalry, attendants, and sergeants joining in the fun quickly surrounded the place.
Jeanne came closer to Lothar and whispered: "Sir, if there are so many people, do you want me to let them go?"
Lothar took a deep breath. Although she knew that the other party had good intentions, Lothar was still a little unconvinced.
"Hey, Father Uldin!"
Jeanne suddenly saw a figure in the crowd and waved her hand in surprise.
Uldin walked over quickly and said in shock: "Madam, you have actually come to this world!"
"Stop talking nonsense and help me carry this holy spear. Your servants are all dark creatures and cannot touch this thing."
She threw the holy lance to Uldin and pulled out an applewood lance from the weapons rack.
Seeing that Lothar was a little surprised, she lowered her voice and said: "Fighting with the holy spear will kill people. Even I can't control its characteristic of being sure to hit."
In the cheers of the people.
Lothar mounted his horse, got his lance, and pulled down his mask.
The other party also skillfully held the reins, urging the somewhat unruly new "grape" to face Lothar from afar.
