Chapter 124 Discussion

Lothar's legs lightly clamped the horse's belly, and the Arabian horse under his hips moved forward slowly. After walking more than ten meters, the war horse gradually picked up speed and turned into a trot.

His breathing was very gentle, and the lance he set up was as steady as a rock.

The noisy people around him were automatically filtered out by him.

Compared with the surging blood when he first charged with a gun, he is now able to calm down. In other words, only blood can temper a veteran.

opposite.

Jeanne, who was riding a black sweat-blooded horse, raised the lance in her hand and also assumed a sprinting posture.

She was not wearing a helmet, and her long golden hair was shining brightly under the scorching sun and fluttering in the wind.

The sound of horse hooves was like thunder.

The wind roared in my ears.

When the two were about to collide.

The world seemed to freeze, and everyone moved into slow motion.

Lothar clearly saw that Jeanne winked at him, and then the apple-wood lance in her hand shattered into countless wooden strips on his plate armor.

Sawdust flew and hit his helmet like raindrops.

Lothar still held the rifle and turned back in surprise.

Missed?

How did she avoid it?

The knights who were watching were also in an uproar.

"Really or not, the leader has let himself go?"

"It's amazing. Her reaction speed is too fast. Can a woman really do this? Compared with her, the so-called female knight in a skirt is just a joke."

"Hey, is that lady really okay?"

"What's wrong? Didn't you see how she treated the Grand Master? It was the Grand Master who had freed her son from the evil god, but she still wanted His Majesty to condemn the Grand Master as a sinner. .”

"That's right. If you don't know right from wrong for the sake of your own son, Dame Stephanie is not a knight at all."

The noisy discussion in his ears did not interfere with Lothar's movements. He took a deep breath, took off his helmet, and praised: "Awesome! Do it again."

Jeanne raised a heroic eyebrow: "Okay."

The two distanced themselves again.

This time, there was no need for Jeanne to pick it up in person, as a knight trotted over and offered the apple wood training lance eagerly.

Urdin Gujing Wubo's face showed a rare hint of excitement. He murmured in a low voice: "This is the knight saint of the Holy Church. If I have such power, I can stand when Milan falls. Come out and stop this.”

Although he was very dissatisfied with the Holy Church's increasingly depraved style of compromising with the wolves, and even colluding with the dark creatures.

But he only has respect for this saint who is always fighting on the front line against dark creatures.

To evaluate a person, don't look at her appearance or what she usually talks about, but look at what she actually does.

The sound of horse hooves sounded like drumbeats.

From slow to fast.

A new round of charge began again under the spotlight.

boom--

The training lance was shattered again.

But this time, it was Lothar who hit.

"good!"

"The Grand Commander's angle is really tricky. If it were me, I wouldn't be able to avoid it."

People are happy with the result.

Jeanne smiled and raised the intact lance in her hand, signaling to Lothar: "It's very powerful, my lord."

"Let's compete in swordsmanship."

Lothar let out a sigh of relief. Of course Jeanne was disappointed. Lothar couldn't understand how a person could be so good at something as fancy as a lance.

His mental strength is high enough, so he can see things more clearly than others.

When the two were about to cross, it was not that he dodged the other's lance, but that the other's lance dodged his body. From the perspective of a bystander, it was difficult to distinguish this detail.

"Okay, just in time to see your prop."

Jeanne turned over and dismounted, and patted Grape's butt in a frivolous manner, signaling it to run away and stay there.

And "Grape" really ran away obediently and stayed on the sidelines.

Obviously at the beginning, she was quite unruly, and I don't know what kind of magic power this woman has.

The two got into a stance.

"Be careful, this magic item is of high quality."

Jeanne smiled and said: "Sir, you can do your best and don't worry about hurting me. After all, I am a six-star."

Why does this sentence sound weird?

Lothar frowned slightly. The next moment, a strong wind roared in front of her eyes. The borrowed knight's sword in Jeanne's hand struck down towards Lothar with the force of thunder.

I haven’t even had time to put down the mask!

Lothar had such an idea in her heart. At the same time, before her head could react, she raised her hand to block the blow.

"So fast!"

"Both of them are so fast!"

"Is this female knight's swordsmanship so powerful?"

"The grand captain is no less impressive. These two are simply the most powerful swordsmen I have ever seen. No wonder every time the grand captain throws his gloves at the palace minister of Amalric, the palace minister dare not pick it up—— If it were me, I wouldn’t dare!”

Among the crowd, Amalric, who was watching the excitement, suddenly turned dark.

"Why does it still have to do with me?"

Hans watched intently. He was the most skilled swordsman among them. Others might just be watching, but he could see the "knowledge" behind it.

"The swordsmanship of your Excellency and Ms. Jeanne, even compared to mine, is not much different."

But the last time I competed with you, I defeated him with only 30% of my strength.

What is it that makes your master's attainments in swordsmanship advance so rapidly?

Hans's face was full of surprise.

In the field, the sounds of gold and iron clashing became more intense.

The knights were dazzled by what they saw, and they felt as if they were watching gods fighting. They couldn't understand it, but they knew clearly that these two people were extremely powerful.

Balian exclaimed: "Baron Lothar's swordsmanship is really powerful, but this lady can actually be on par with him... It's really shocking."

Baron Godfrey's tone was a little sour: "I always thought that old guy Werner was inferior to me in every aspect except being better at fighting than me."

"But now it seems that he is better at giving birth to a son than me."

Balian was speechless.

Godfrey snorted softly: "You have obviously drunk the precious magic potion, and you have been taken by your majesty as a flag-bearing knight, but you haven't made any progress yet. Balian, don't you feel ashamed?"

Balian was puzzled for a while. Baron Godfrey had never said that about him before.

Knight Kevin advised in a low voice: "Sir, you think too much. How can a young man like Baron Lothar compare to him?"

Godfrey was silent.

After a moment, he smiled bitterly and said, "Indeed, I shouldn't blame you."

"This time, Lothar almost single-handedly turned the tide and defeated Saladin. With His Majesty's respect for him, at least one of Bethlehem or Hebron will be sealed to him."

Knight Kevin added: "Furthermore, His Majesty took away Leonard's title of Earl of Transjordan. In my opinion, he has the intention to grant this title to Baron Lothar."

Godfrey nodded and said: "I think so too. When we return to Jerusalem, there should be results."

Balian was standing aside, feeling like he was listening to a book from heaven.

Lothar, is he about to be made a count?

His father is also a baron.

"Boy, don't look at me like that. Didn't I teach you that a count is not necessarily nobler than a baron?"

Godfrey Airway.

"Even if His Majesty makes Lothar the Count of Transjordan, there is a high probability that he can only grant him one city, because the Port of Ella and the Bishopric of Alandre (southern Transjordan), located at the mouth of the Red Sea, are now in the hands of the infidels. Petra, the diocese of Tafila (eastern Transjordan), Montreal, and Kaleborg are all owned.”

Hebron, strictly speaking, does not actually belong to the legal territory of Transjordan, but belongs to the royal territory directly under the jurisdiction of the Crown, located on the border of Palestine and Transjordan.

Because it had been in Leonard's hands, over time, it was classified as Transjordan.

"And your father and I own a city and two castles. Even if he becomes an earl, I will not be worse than him at all. On the contrary, I can beat him."

Balian praised somewhat perfunctorily: "I understand, father, you are a powerful baron who is richer than the earl. I have always known this."

At this time, the battle in the field had reached a fever pitch.

With a crisp sound, the sharp sword tip flew high and was nailed into the soil.

Jeanne spread her hands. The armed sword she borrowed was cut off by Lothar during the battle, and the battle naturally came to an abrupt end.

"I'm sorry, knight, how much did your sword cost? I'll pay it to you!"

The knight looked pained, but still pretended to be indifferent: "It's okay, madam, it's an honor to fight in your hands until the last moment."

Jeanna raised her hand and nodded lightly: "Thank you, knight."

"I...I am Valentine from Reims..."

Before the knight had time to say his name, he saw the elegant figure of the female knight with flowing blond hair gradually disappearing away.