Chapter 605 The King Returns

As the four horses ran wildly, Master Saman's shrill screams soared into the sky.

The ladies watching this scene took up handkerchiefs to cover their faces. Some were really scared, but most of them were just pretending. The ladies who dared to go with the army were as brave as Leonard's wife, Countess Stephanie. There are not a few ladies who really dare to mount their guns and fight like knights.

"Tsk, do you Franks like to watch this kind of torture?"

Amid the excited screams, Kurdish cavalry captain Abraham Abdullah asked the Ulm knight beside him in accented Gallic.

Although most of the Kurdish cavalry he commanded died in the battle because they followed King Nureddin's son Saleh, and after switching their allegiance to Lothar, their results were relatively mediocre, but he was still considered a powerful figure. Go up the threshold to participate in the military conference.

Ulm said noncommittally: "It's not just the Franks. Look at the Coptic recruit in the back. Isn't he looking at it very enthusiastically?"

In fact, Galio was not only excited, he was cheering loudly.

"Okay, good kill!"

Abdullah had soldiers under his command, who were about the size of a mercenary leader. Ulm was the current police chief of Semanud City and had hundreds of "patrol police" under his command. Both of them were eligible to attend. Military discussion.

Galio was elected as a representative of the Coptic recruits.

After all, the two instructors of the Long Sword Company, Hans and Veneto, both have titles conferred by Lothar and can sit at the table without having to hold any positions. Since the military meeting has to vote on the resolution, the more natural people the better, so he is just the one to make up the numbers. of.

When Master Salman's torn body parts were cleared away, Galio's face was still red.

He simply couldn't believe that Mr. Samman, who was once so arrogant that he could drown little people like them with his spit, was executed in front of everyone, and he was lucky enough to be selected as a spectator.

This feeling is so wonderful!

"Everyone, the spies have been executed, but we still cannot take it lightly. The Saracens fear us and their intention to divide us is so clear that we must elect a new generalissimo.

I, Philip Augustus, swear by the name of God to guarantee the integrity of this election and to recognize the results of this election. "

As he spoke, he placed his hand on the ceremonial cross in front of him, indicating that what he said was under the witness of God.

After he finished speaking, the crusaders present crossed themselves one after another to express their agreement with what Philip said.

Soon, someone stood up.

"Your Majesty, I am Charles of Alsace, the holder of the Holy Lance, Duke of Lower Egypt, Count of Transjordan, General of the Military District of Limassol, Grand Master of the Order of Saint Lazarus, Hebron The lord of the city, Lord Lothar von Habsburg, is the generalissimo.”

People cast their eyes in surprise.

Soon, someone recognized him as the second son of Thierry Alsace, Count of Flanders, who was very powerful in Europe.

"I'm sorry, Lord Charles."

Charlie asked: "What, am I not qualified to be elected, or is Lord Lothar not qualified to be elected?"

Philip II still had a smile on his face. The King of Gaul was handsome in appearance and well-behaved. Everyone who got along with him would feel like they were in the spring breeze, but at the same time, they would have just the right amount of distance so as not to detract from it. majesty.

At the very least, in Galio's eyes, Mr. Samman, who claimed to be a descendant of Bahram, the King of Kings, was not even worthy of carrying the Gallic king's shoes based on his personal aura.

Philip sighed helplessly: "Of course Lord Lothar is qualified to accept the recommendation, but this military meeting was held for a considerable part because Lord Lothar was unable to fulfill his duties as generalissimo. of."

"Duke Lothar is undoubtedly the greatest hero of the Crusades. Without him, there would be no Semenud, Damietta, the endless supply of military supplies in Ella Port, the Battle of Galilee, His Majesty Baldwin and Lord Lothar. I still feel fascinated when I hear people talk about the resounding victory we achieved together.”

"But Lord Lothar has been ill and has not been seen for half a month. This is a well-known fact."

Philip promptly expressed his admiration for Lothar, which also won him the favor of many Crusaders.

Richard snorted coldly. If Philip hadn't taken the initiative to join forces with him to fight against Lothar, he might have really thought that this cunning fox was a fanatical admirer of Lothar.

"Your Majesty Philip is overly complimentary."

"How can you say praise?"

Philip frowned and was about to retort. It would be beneficial to him to clear Lothar's name. Anyway, this strong competitor had already been eliminated early.

However, the sound came really suddenly, as if it was far away, yet it seemed like it was ringing in my ears.

Not far from him, the witch consultant who had cast the invisibility spell couldn't help but shudder. The person speaking had a very strong mental power. Even compared to her, there was only a thin line between her. He was at least a high-level wizard.

The voice came from behind Galio.

He suddenly turned around and saw the big man who once stood on the back of the giant horse. With a wave of his hand, thousands of troops behind him trampled through the city of Semanud.

Lothar looked at the Gallic monarch whom he met for the first time, with a faint smile on his face.

He had never looked down upon the most prominent monarch in Europe. If Lothar's goal was to become the king of the Franks in the East, then Philip II was the legitimate king of all the Franks.

In the timeline of Lothar's previous life, it was King Philip who established the Capetian dynasty and became the cornerstone of the most prominent family in Europe. Until he traveled through time, Spain was still dominated by the Bourbon royal family (Valois, Bourbon). Next to it, Orleans was ruled by a branch of the Capetian dynasty).

But now, you are praising me so much.

Then if I don't recognize it, wouldn't it look very disrespectful to you?

The crusaders present gradually calmed down.

"Who is that?"

"Is that suit of armor Lord Lothar?"

There was a chaotic chatter from the crowd.

But as that figure raised a holy spear with a golden glow, all the discussions turned into bursts of cheers.

"Long live!"

"The Duke is fine, it's God's will!"

"Long live Santa Rosa!"

No matter which faction they belonged to, the vast majority of the Crusaders on three sides almost simultaneously shouted like a mountain and a tsunami. Without him, Lothar's deeds were so legendary, as if as long as he was around, it would definitely happen. Bring them victory.

Leonard of Chatillon gritted his teeth and stared at the man who had taken away Hebron and his title of earl. He had killed his adopted son and was the most likely suspect in the death of his ex-wife.

He clenched his fists: "This lucky boy, he is fine, he is fine again! God, why do you care for such a nobody, but ignore me, a warrior who is fighting on the front line of the Crusade at all times?"

Lothar's eyes swept over the familiar or unfamiliar faces, and finally stopped on the face of the King of Jerusalem who was sitting on the main throne here, looking at him with a smile.

He nodded slightly and said, "I'm fine, I'm worrying you."

Baldwin IV smiled and shook his head, pointing in the direction of Philip II - Go, it's time for you to show off, take back the position that should belong to you, and let these aloof European monarchs bow to you.