Chapter 576 Ghost Dragon

These days, there are many pamphlets in the city of Semanud. The paper of the pamphlets is very simple, with some easy-to-understand stories written on them. The more expensive ones also have simple illustrations.

In addition, the booklet at the end tells the past deeds of the famous Duke of Lower Egypt, Count of Transjordan, General of the Limassol Military District, and Crusader Grand Marshal Lothar.

Rather than a deed, in people's eyes, it is simply a miracle.

This kind of propaganda method is still too advanced in the eyes of people of this era.

Although the literacy rate of the Copts is not high, it is still much better than that of the Franks. From time to time, people gather together on the street to listen to literate people describing the contents of the pamphlets.

In the tavern, the bards regarded this pamphlet as if it was tailor-made for them as their repertoire. Some of the poor poets would just read the pamphlet without adapting it, and they would receive a round of applause.

Baron Charles, wearing a dark smock, and the Flanders knights under his command, were drinking and drinking.

Baron Charles, who was born in the Alsatian family, had a close relationship with the Gallic nobles and had a close blood relationship with Richard the Lion-Hearted. Most of the knights under his command were Walloons who spoke Gaulish.

But when faced with whether to fall to Richard the Lion-Hearted or to Lothar, he chose the latter without hesitation.

He still remembered what he had said to convince the knights under his command.

"His Majesty Richard indeed has a high status and outstanding achievements, but he inherited the most powerful principality in southern Gaul from his mother, and inherited an entire kingdom from his father; and where is the Duke of Lothar?"

"When he first arrived in the Holy Land, he only brought one attendant and a group of refugees."

In fact, this choice is not very rational.

Because Duke Lothar is also the second son of the family who has no territory to inherit.

It is absolutely normal for Baron Charlie and a large number of knights who are also the second sons of the family to worship Lothar.

After all, after the fanatical period of the first and second Eastern Crusades, the main force of the Crusader Knights was usually the second son of the family who could not inherit the family territory.

There are fewer and fewer examples of those who went bankrupt at every turn, mortgaged all their territories and wealth in exchange for military expenses, and recruited troops to participate in the Eastern Expedition.

A considerable part of Lothar's good reputation among the lower-class nobles is because they see their own shadow. These young knights, called ponies, may be full of villains, poor, and arrogant.

But they have one thing in common, that is, they worship the strong, especially a self-made model like Lothar, who is not the kind of jester who relies on his words to please the monarch.

While drinking wine, Baron Charlie listened to the bards describing the contents of the pamphlet, and was fascinated for a while.

They knew Lothar's past achievements, but they had never been organized into a system, and they were not very clear about the details. After many twists and turns, the rumors had already lost their original flavor when they came to their ears.

"I didn't expect that the Duke's process of slaying the dragon in Limassol would be so dangerous!"

"There is also the battle of Kaleburg. The Duke attacked the enemy camp at night and found that someone was trapped in the enemy camp. He actually dared to fight back again. Even just listening to it made my blood boil."

"It's a pity that we followed the old count and Duke Raymond to the north, otherwise we could have witnessed this legendary battle with our own eyes."

Baron Charlie listened to the bard's narration, his blood boiled, and he shouted loudly: "Bartender, serve a glass of wine for every guest here, and charge it to my account."

"Thank you for your generosity, my lord."

Baron Charlie smiled and raised his glass, but shook his head: "Let us raise a glass to the Duke - may the glory of God always envelope the Duke and last forever!"

…

The sun is shining brightly at noon in Alexandria.

Although after the Saracens established their capital in Cairo, Alexander's status was no longer as high as before, but as Egypt's largest and most important port city, it was still the core territory of the Ayyubid dynasty's rule over Egypt.

After the Saracens took it away from the Eastern Empire, the general who commanded the army reported this to his master in Baghdad: "I captured a palace with 4,000 palaces, 4,000 baths, 12,000 oil merchants, and 12,000 gardeners. , 40,000 tribute-paying Jews and 400 theaters or other entertainment venues' in the city."

Today's Alexandria is the largest settlement of Jews and Greeks in Egypt. The population is quite diverse, with a total population of up to 300,000, which is equivalent to half of Constantinople and ten of Paris.

In a remote corner of the Governor's Palace on Fatis Island, a flying bird landed on the ground and transformed into Master Shemeier in black robes with a bang.

Master Shemeier came to the door of a secret room and knocked on the door.

Zhila——

The door was opened.

The man inside squinted his eyes due to the sudden exposure to the sun, with a look of displeasure on his face: "Have you collected the materials I want?"

Shemeier silently handed over an herb that was like withered grass.

The man put the herb in front of his nose, took a deep breath, and subconsciously made a retching motion: "Yes, this sour smell, vomit, it is at least three hundred years old ghost grass, which is enough to meet the requirements. ”

Shemeier wiped his palms on his robe without leaving any trace: "Can you let me come in and take a look?"

"Originally it wasn't possible."

The man changed the subject: "But considering the precious ancient books you brought, and the raw materials for this "refining" were all provided by you, it's okay to let you come in and take a look."

As he said, he moved aside to open the door.

In the dark room, almost nothing can be seen from the outside, as if it was the mouth of a terrifying beast that could swallow even light.

Shemaier walked in without hesitation.

"Don't move after you come in, otherwise I won't guarantee your safety."

The man said casually.

Shemaier's face was full of amazement.

The room was much larger than it looked from the outside. It seemed to have used some kind of space expansion spell. The walls were pure black and the material could not be seen. Although it was close to the wall outside the door, it was more like an inner liner inside.

At this time, the whole room was filled with a strong breath of death.

A huge black dragon with black scales filled the whole room.

Its body was translucent and had no entity.

"Old friend, you..."

Shemaier's eyes were a little wet, and he stretched out his hand, subconsciously wanting to touch the black dragon's body, but he went straight through its body.

"It can't communicate with you now."

The man frowned and reminded.

Shemaier's strength is not bad, and his knowledge level is not bad. It is impossible for him not to figure this out, but he still subconsciously made such a somewhat reckless move. Could it be that this is the legendary love?

Or love across species.

The man speculated maliciously in his heart, even if he fell in love with an alien, he should find a human-shaped one, such as sirens, succubi, vampires, etc. How to fall in love with a big lizard?

Shemaier tried to suppress the emotions on his face and whispered, "Is there any hope for it to regain consciousness?"

The man snorted, "Don't be silly, Shemaier, you are not one of those young people who just debuted and don't know anything. This dragon is dead. The one in front of you has nothing to do with it when it was alive. It is a ghost dragon born from its soul."

Shemaier closed his mouth, with a look of hopelessness in his eyes.

The man snorted, "Have you finished the tour? Let's go after the tour."

He didn't want to watch this kind of bitter drama, and it happened in a cross-species relationship that he couldn't understand.

Shemaier nodded, didn't insist, turned around and was about to leave.

The man frowned and said, "Wait, for the sake of our pleasant cooperation this time, I advise you not to get involved in the war between the secular world. That Lothar is not easy to mess with."

"I know."

Shemaier nodded, and couldn't help but look back at his "best friend", sighing: "But our long lives should always have something to give everything for."

"Tsk, a paranoid lunatic."

He complained without interest, but he didn't feel strange. The long life makes most spellcasters cherish their lives, but it is not surprising that a group of idiots who are "tired of living" are born.

"How long will it take for him to revive?"

"Come to me at this time tomorrow."

The man said: "Remember, the ghost dragon refined by me has a short-term combat power that is better than when it was alive, but its power is not that long-lasting, and it can only survive for one month at most."

"One month is enough. I never planned to let him linger in this form for too long."

Shemaier nodded.

Saladin has recently gathered a group of spellcasters, with varying levels of skill. Some come for worldly glory, while others come for the Library of Alexandria.

This ancient library, which was built before the Common Era, has a long history of nearly 1,500 years. It contains books in Phoenician, Coptic, Greek, Latin, and other languages, and the content is even more comprehensive, with hundreds of thousands of papyrus and parchment scrolls stored.

If it had not been destroyed by wars many times, its collection of books would even exceed that of the Imperial Library of Constantinople, the Queen of Cities.

It is conceivable how much knowledge is hidden here.

A book that ordinary people cannot decipher in their entire lives may contain the mysterious spells of ancient gods for spellcasters. Even Shemaier, a powerful spellcaster who is close to legend, only understood how rich the treasures are after he went there in person.

He even found a set of ancient Babylonian cuneiform tablets in the Library of Alexandria. After a simple deciphering, Shemaier named this set of cuneiform tablets as the Steps to Godhood!

It does not mean that one can become a god by understanding this set of tablets.

For powerful spellcasters, gods are never something high and mighty that they are eager to become.

The "god" here is just an adjective.

It contains a power that is different from all existing power systems. Shemaier guessed that this power is likely to be uncontrollable even by the magic-blocking metal. He even suspected that the power of the "demon duke" might come from this.