Chapter 157 Vineyard

The rain was not heavy.

The pitter patter.

The whole city was covered with a layer of mist, as if it was wearing a white gauze scarf.

Baron Godfrey stood at the door of the palace hall, carefully brushing off the mud spots on his plate armor robe, with an unstoppable smile on his face.

Along the way.

The envious expressions on people's faces towards the gorgeous armor on his body made him feel a little carried away.

Godfrey is not a person who loves pleasure and advocates luxury.

The teachings of the Catholic Church never advocate this, but a set of gorgeous armor with amazing defensive power and the ability to get rid of the dark and bad appearance of chain mail is really irresistible.

Only I have it and no one else has it.

This feeling of refreshment is just like how in Lothar's original world, when school could only wear bloated blue and white uniforms in winter, you justifiably put on a very handsome, warm and comfortable brand new clothes.

Godfrey couldn't wait to show off to his fellow vassals at the court meeting, and at the same time promote this customized high-quality plate armor for Lothar.

At this time.

Behind him, there was suddenly the sound of horse hooves.

Raymond, the regent, led a team of attendants, wearing a blue cloak with a cross on it. He handed the reins to the attendants with a smile and walked up the stone steps.

When the two people looked at each other, their expressions stiffened subconsciously.

"Lord Tiberius."

Raymond returned the favor with a smile: "Lord Godfrey."

Godfrey chatted with him, and there was a wave of excitement in his heart.

"Damn it, why does Raymond look more heroic when he wears it than me? Could it be that the armor Lothar gave him is more exquisite?"

"Yes, that's it. Look at the pattern on his breastplate, Lothar, that ungrateful brat!"

Raymond had already expected this. Lothar was closer to Godfrey. Since they were given to him, how could he not give them to his most important ally?

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"Hey, this guy Godfrey is obviously much smaller than me in stature, and he doesn't look as handsome or handsome as I do wearing this plate armor!"

Regent Raymond puffed out his chest with a smile on his face: "Shall we go in together?"

The smile on Godfrey's face became stiffer and stiffer: "Okay, please go first."

"call--"

Hans did enough mental preparation, took a deep breath with some anxiety, and finally chose to knock on the wooden door in front of him.

He came to visit Joseph's widow.

Joseph was the knight who lost his son last year and died fighting the devil this year.

"Who's out there?"

Hans tried to make his tone gentler: "Madam, I am Joseph's friend."

The wooden door was opened.

The scene inside surprised Hans.

Because there were actually three knights and six sergeants present, sitting around a square table - except for the more seriously injured, all the people who survived the demonic battle were gathered here.

"Your Excellency Commander!"

They all stood up and greeted Hans.

Joseph's widow is a woman with light freckles on her face and long fiery red hair. She has a gentle smile on her face: "Ah, you are Hans from Sego, right? I often hear Joseph mention you. You are a very good person." Nice guy, thank you for coming to his funeral.”

Hans looked silent.

"Come in quickly, Mr. Hans."

Hans took some difficult steps and walked into the room. He whispered: "I'm sorry, madam, I couldn't bring Joseph back alive."

The smile on the woman's face seemed to disappear suddenly.

The atmosphere became a little heavy.

But she immediately wiped away her tears and smiled again: "No, it's nothing. They told me what happened. You have tried your best. Even the Heavenly Father cannot criticize someone who treats his subordinates as kindly as you." The noble knight.”

"Please sit down quickly and I'll bring you some wine."

Knights and sergeants also extended friendly invitations to him.

"Yes, Commander, please sit down quickly."

"Father Uldin and his Redemption Order took only one day to completely heal our injuries. I heard that you have a good relationship with him?"

"Ah, well, it's not bad."

He came to the table and stammered: "I thought. I thought you would. You would blame me."

"Blame you?"

"Blame you for being a werewolf?"

A brisk smile appeared on the soldiers' faces: "Your Excellency Commander, you are indeed a werewolf, but it is nothing like the legend. We are more willing to believe our own eyes than the bard's description of being drunk. "

"That's right, Lord Hans, you have nothing to do with the ferocious, cruel, inhuman monsters in the legend."

"Furthermore, since the grand leader is willing to believe in you and entrusts you with important tasks, we have no reason not to believe you."

Hans was so moved that he was speechless.

"I"

But what he didn't know was that before leaving, Lothar visited these people one by one and used blood magic to guide them to a certain extent.

As for how much of their current performance is due to sincerity and how much is due to the effect of magic, it is unknown.

Lothar didn't intend to tell Hans about it.

As the older brother, Lothar felt it was necessary to take care of his younger brother's physical and mental health.

…

In a vineyard in the countryside.

Lothar and his party stopped on a dirt road in the countryside. Beside the road were farmhands working - this land belonged to him, the lord.

And now, it is the second day after he returned to Hebron.

But he did not stay longer in the lord's hall. Instead, he fulfilled the agreement he made with Jeanne and the others when he left, and took them to experience the grape plantation.

Today is the harvest season.

The accompanying hussars held high the flag of the double-headed eagle, announcing to the people that their lord was on patrol.

He would also stop from time to time, listen to the demands of his subjects, and resolve or reject them as appropriate.

Such a high profile was because Lothar planned to fish out the rats hiding in the smelly ditch once and for all.

It has been nearly two days since we left Hebron. If those local powerful people were decisive enough, they should be ready to take action against themselves by now.

He wasn't afraid of it.

How many powerful killers can these rural tycoons hire?

At most, it was the same as the assassination of Crown Prince Baldwin Jr. organized by the conspiracy forces in Jerusalem, and Assassin's assassins were invited to attack him.

But today is different from the past. Enemies of that level don't need Jeana, Prajna and Fringilla to take action at all. He can easily deal with them by himself.

In the fields.

A pagan girl wearing a gauze, stepping on the soil with bare feet, holding a basket of grapes with a shy face, came towards this side: "Lord, these are for you."

The girl is very beautiful, with milk-like skin, and the black mud spots rubbing against her cheeks do not cover up her charm at all.

Lothar smiled and ordered the guards to accept it: "Thank you."

The girl thanked her sincerely: "Thank you for your generosity. May the Holy Fire and Heavenly Father bless you."

"You're welcome."

Watching the girl go away, the smile on Lothar's face gradually faded away.

He handed the grape basket to Prajna.

Fulin immediately stretched out her hand: "I want it too!"

Lothar felt helpless and opened Fulin's hand. In her aggrieved eyes, she asked, "Try it to see if it's poisonous?"

Prajna picked up a grape with a calm expression, peeled it open with dexterity with his long fingers, and put it into his mouth.

After a moment, she said concisely: "No, it's very sweet."

Fringilla said somewhat sarcastically: "Actually, I can also test poisons. Human poisons should not be effective on vampires."

Jeanne laughed and said: "Miss Flynn, I think you don't understand the value of the heavily armored iron guard at all."

Fringilla immediately asked, "So, you understand it very well?"

The two began to quarrel frequently during this period.

Jeanne's power to intimidate Fringilla is constantly declining, and it won't be long before she will be awarded the title of "silly big guy" alongside Prajna.

Lothar picked up a grape with some emotion, peeled it off and put it in her mouth: "It's indeed very sweet. Let's share it. To be honest, I'm surprised."

Andreas, who was following Lothar, complimented: "Sir, this is nothing surprising. Even a pagan will be grateful for your generosity."

Lothar shook his head: "There are language and religious barriers. Sometimes, you won't be grateful if you are good to the common people."

Andreas said cautiously: "That's what I say, but sir, you should also feel very happy, right?"

Lothar was slightly startled.

Then he laughed and said: "Ha, indeed, it is much better to receive gratitude from others than to walk on the street with expressions full of hatred and disgust behind you."

If possible, he is willing to do his best to bring a better life to the people under his command.

This has nothing to do with whether it will help his rule, but it has to do with the fact that he was born in the civilian class.