Chapter 177 Letter From Home

Lothar's first meal in Alandre was a delicious lamprey eel.

If we say, the first person to eat crab is a warrior.

So the first person to eat lampreys was the Valhalla in Scandinavian legends, those heroic spirits who carried two axes and regarded death as if they were dead.

This kind of thing with horrible mouthparts, which has nothing to do with "food" no matter how you look at it, turns out to be surprisingly delicious after being cooked by Prajna.

Lothar picked up the bread and dipped it in the sauce on the plate to eat.

"Prajna, where did you learn to cook?"

Prajna's face showed a rare trace of nostalgia: "When I was the gatekeeper of hell, there was also a group of creatures similar to this lamprey living in the River Styx."

"It's a pity that the materials at hand are limited, otherwise the taste should be better."

Jeanne suddenly realized: "I understand, are you talking about corpse fish?"

The smile on Lothar's face froze.

Jeanne laughed and said: "It's just a joke, I don't know what kind of monsters live in the River Styx in hell."

Prajna nodded and said: "She is indeed talking nonsense. There are no corpses in the River Styx in hell, and there cannot be any corpse-eating fish."

Lothar was relieved.

Jeanne took off her boots, lifted her plump and round legs to the table, and said casually: "Sir, what are your plans for the next period of time?"

"Don't put your feet on the table, okay?"

Lothar frowned and moved her butt far away: "No plan, just wait here for Zahn Aladdin to lose his composure and attack me first."

"Well, that's really boring."

Jeanne rested her head on her arms and lay on her back with her legs crossed: "If I were you, I would definitely take advantage of this free time to enjoy the extravagant life of a feudal noble."

In Lothar's head, subconsciously, "After fighting for a lifetime, can't you enjoy it? jpg"

"After taking Port Ella, it's really time to have some leisure time."

Before resorting to military force, you must also consider the feelings of your neighbors and whether you have the energy to digest the new territory you have acquired.

Lothar feels that even taking down Port Ella is a heavy burden for him.

"When Prajna and I first arrived in Jerusalem, I brought twenty men and ten horses with me. Because of the legacy of my father's generation, I gained the respect of His Majesty the King and Baron Godfrey."

"Now, I am sitting on thousands of miles of fertile land, real estate, and manors. If I go to war, I can pull out thousands of armored soldiers equipped with iron armor and helmets."

Lothar stood up, pressed his index finger on the Levant map hanging in the hall, and said, "My empire begins here."

"It is indeed an incredible achievement."

Jeanne clapped her hands softly: "By the way, sir, if you establish a new empire, what should it be called? The Habsburg Monarchy? Or the Levant Empire?"

"Don't you think it's too early to talk about this?"

Lothar shrugged: "I'm just looking forward to the future. Just listen. If I insist on saying 'elaborate' below, we will be like a group of hysterical patients who are daydreaming."

Jeanne spread her hands: "I heard from Hans and the others that when you started your business in the early days, my lord, you were very good at drawing cakes. Not only were you good at drawing for others, but you were also good at drawing for yourself - I just wanted to see it."

Lothar said with a dark face: "Don't slander me. When did I draw a cake? That's called a great undertaking!"

At this time.

Hans walked into the hall.

"My lord, I have a letter from you."

Lothar opened the letter and looked slightly happy: "Ah, my brother Otto is coming to Jerusalem for pilgrimage, and he has brought me several good people to join me."

Pilgrimage is a journey that almost every Western European lord will complete in his life.

Otto needs to inherit his ancestral business, and he will probably have to return to Allgäu after this trip.

Lothar looked at it for a while and frowned again.

"Are you worried?"

"My uneasy brother actually sneaked away to Jerusalem behind my father's back."

Lothar rubbed his eyebrows: "According to what my father, Count Werner, said, he actually wanted to avoid marrying the second daughter of the Duke of Lorraine...this idiot."

Jeanne commented nonchalantly: "Pursue true love? Sir, this should be encouraged, right?"

"It deserves some encouragement."

Lothar hummed: "He is the only heir of Argao, and his marriage must be compromised for the survival of the family. What's more, the marriage of the second daughter of the Duke of Lorraine cost Count Werner countless favors. We have just made an engagement, how can he just run away from the marriage just because he says he is running away?"

Rights and responsibilities are relative.

When eating from the old Habao family, you have to consider the interests of the family.

It is a cowardly act to want to enjoy being a noble lord while trying to evade responsibility.

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Inside the city of Alandre.

The patrolling peasants and soldiers were resting in the shade, whispering to each other, and talking about the territory newly granted to them by the lord in Alandele.

"It is said that your Excellency wants to exchange our original land in Hebron to Alandre, but we can get double the share."

"What do you think?"

"It should be worth it, right?"

"Anyway, we didn't cultivate the previous land for long."

Some people are excited, while others are worried that Alandele will become a battlefield tomorrow. They are worried that Lothar will lose the battle and lose his own land.

Just a simple matter of "replacing land" caused a lot of confusion among the peasants and soldiers.

The knights have nothing to talk about. They will neither discuss theological issues in the Bible such as "the authenticity of the Gospel of Barnabas"; nor will they talk about the achievements of another jihad frontline on the distant Iberian Peninsula. Progress.

In their free time, they often smile at each other.

"Two dozen?"

"Two drinks?"

In this regard, Inspector Ulm's task became more and more arduous - because he was also responsible for inspecting military discipline.

"This is a rapist!"

Not far away, there was a commotion.

The peasants and soldiers resting on the roadside immediately surrounded the front under the leadership of an order knight.

The peasant soldier holding up his pants had uncontrollable panic on his face: "I didn't! Sir, I paid."

Opposite, a group of conservatively dressed Saracen men were surrounding a disheveled woman, shouting curses at her.

The knight's face darkened for a moment, and he rushed forward and grabbed the peasant soldier by the collar: "Don't tell me that you forgot the rules set by the lord when entering the city."

The peasant soldier looked desperate. He pointed to the opposite side and kept pleading: "Sir, I paid the money and I had no intention of forcing her."

Over there, the woman said something nervously while being pushed by the Saracen men.

It took the knights a long time to figure out that it was the women of this family who had to raise children and lacked daily necessities, so they made a deal with the peasants and soldiers.

But her family didn't know this, and that's why the conflict broke out.

The knight immediately decided: "Well, I already know that a man in your family died in the war, and your family is short of an adult man to take care of his wife and children. You might as well go to her house and be the man of the house."

The peasant soldier said reluctantly: "Sir, I have already told you that I spent money."

His companions suddenly burst into laughter: "Stop talking when you are about to take advantage. You pay that little money and you can get two sons and a beautiful wife for free. How can such a good thing come from?"