Chapter 611 Dragon Blood Dependents

Fulin's anger had actually dissipated a long time ago, she just needed a step to go down.

However, Chelinina felt that she had "seriously sinned" and was too shameless to "expect" Fulin to forgive her.

It was already evening when she came out of Fulin's room.

When Lothar came out of the lord's hall, he met Baron Charlie. He had a black eye socket. When he saw Lothar coming, he immediately came forward with lowered eyebrows and eyes. It seemed that he had been waiting for a long time.

Lothar's eyes swept across his eyes, but she didn't say anything. She just said, "What's wrong?"

"Sir, the pagans are too rampant. His Majesty Richard often attacked them before, so that they dare not show their heads. I am wondering, if you don't respond, will it affect your prestige?"

Baron Charles considered his words.

"If my prestige can be shaken so easily, it won't be called prestige at all."

Lothar shook his head: "The Saracens are trying to find out what's going on with us. It doesn't matter if we let them be arrogant for another two days."

He doesn't plan to attack for the time being. After Lavinia becomes elite, the strength of his entire team will increase dramatically. At that time, it will be the time to truly confront the Saracens.

Lothar said in a casual tone: "Charlie, I heard that you got into a fight with someone in the pub today?"

Charlie smiled sheepishly: "I made you laugh."

Baron Charlie is a very good young man. Although he is the second son of the family, the County of Flanders is the dominant power in the lowlands at this time. The Alsace family can also be considered "prominent", even better than Father Werner's Algao. The earldom is extremely powerful.

Moreover, Baron Charlie admired him even before he swore allegiance to Lothar.

Except for the second son of Duke Raymond of Tripoli, he was the Crusader noble who led the largest army. However, unlike Raymond, Charles also reserved the position of Grand Duke of Cyrenaica.

As for the tavern fight, Lothar also heard about the cause.

It was because the Saracen black gullams he met during the day did not take the initiative to attack, but chose to give in.

This caused some gossip among the nobles who supported the other two kings.

After all, while the Lionheart King was sleeping in Lothar, he attacked many times and won many battles. With this kind of comparison, it is normal for them to gossip.

查理这小子当时正巧在场，一手套便抽过去了，可惜这小子武艺不精，被人一顿好揍。

"Losing or winning?"

Charlie blushed and defended: "I wanted to have a fair knight battle with him. Who would have thought that he would charge up with his fists raised."

Lothar couldn't help laughing and patted him on the shoulder. There was a chaotic fight in the tavern, and it was difficult not to lose the victory.

"Charlie, I see your loyalty, so..."

Lothar paused slightly and asked, "Do you want to have extraordinary power?"

"Of course, my lord!"

Charlie immediately became energetic and said excitedly: "I have been looking forward to it for a long time."

"Come with me."

The two of them walked all the way to the prayer room where a statue of an angel was enshrined, and Lothar motioned Charlie to kneel down in front of the statue.

"Charlie, it may be painful next time, but after you get through it, you will gain extraordinary strength."

Lothar plans to promote Charlie as his dragon blood kin, which is an ability possessed by many advanced dragon species.

Although he is still unable to maintain the normal state of dragon transformation, the level of dragon bloodline is still better than that of most advanced dragon species. If it were not for the support of the system, he really is not worried that Charlie will not be able to survive the transformation process and die. On the spot.

"You just come, you can gain extraordinary power just by suffering a little pain. If you didn't say it yourself, how could such a good servant dare to think about it?"

Charlie looked eager to try. When he swore allegiance to Lothar, he received a lot of combat experience, which greatly increased his strength. In his opinion, this was already extraordinary power.

"Take off your clothes first, yes, take them off completely."

Lothar said words that were easily misunderstood, but Charlie didn't think anything of it.

After all, how could a saint like Lothar have such disgusting preferences?

Lothar nodded slightly and began to activate the dragon blood in his body. His arms were quickly covered with black triangular scales, and the scales were surrounded by illusory black mist. This was his performance after devouring the ghost dragon.

He stretched out his hand and cut his palm, and the hot dragon's blood fell on the top of Charlie's head. Normally, after he specially stimulated it, the dragon's blood, which was not much lower than the temperature of lava, would instantly burn Charlie into a ball of fire.

But under the protection of the system's power, the dragon's blood flowed through Charlie's body as if alive, seeping down from his pores.

Charlie let out a shrill scream, his face turned red, and he couldn't help but feel the pain.

Lothar stopped the dragon's blood in time, observed Charlie's condition, turned around and went out.

Jeanne seemed to be attracted by the sound and frowned: "What's going on?"

"I transformed Charlie into a dragon blood descendant. I sent people to keep an eye on him and pour a basin of cold water on him every hour to cool him down. The transformation process may take a whole night."

Jeanne breathed a sigh of relief: "It scared me. I couldn't even think about it."

Lothar stretched out her hand and tapped Jeanna's eyebrows, and said angrily: "No one would think so except you."

He paused slightly and then said: "Go and arrange some people. The two of us will go to the military camp for inspection later. We have to pick out a few thornheads who don't obey military orders and chop Liwei out."

"OK."

With the war imminent, the atmosphere in the military camps did not seem very serious. Although some loose and disorderly pilgrims and crusaders were led by their own noble lords, it was obvious that the noble lords did not expect them to be well trained and become an elite army.

And these pilgrims probably did not consider that the "pagan demons" mentioned by the priests and old crusaders really had demonic powers.

But now there is no time to train them.

With the war imminent, can they all be transferred to the recruit training camp in the rear for further training?

If they are not trained in the recruit training camp with the effect of accelerated training, but trained on the spot, and some queue training is carried out every day, it will not help in just a few days.

During the time when Losa was unconscious, although Kurs was still handling military affairs, he was actually a bit sloppy.

Kurs' loyalty to Lothar is simply the four words "duty". Without the restraint of this duty, he would most likely choose to follow Fringilla and become a loyal lackey of the Devil of Destruction, brewing one conspiracy after another to destroy the world.

Lothar told Jeanna beside him: "When fighting against pagans, these pilgrims can only be used as logistics personnel. They cannot be placed on the front battlefield. If they are in chaos, they may lead to the collapse of the main formation."

Jeanna understood and said: "I think so too. Although a flock of sheep led by a male lion may exert a more terrifying power than a wolf pack, I think it is more likely to turn the male lion into a sheep."

Cannon fodder is actually useful, consuming enemy arrows and physical strength, or acting as a meat shield to delay the enemy's main force.

But the victory or defeat of this war mainly depends on the duel at the extraordinary level. Lothar hopes that these pilgrims will settle down here in the future and become his subjects.

A group of pilgrims in their prime, with the majority of them being men, are the most suitable strong laborers.

If Losa can gain a foothold here in the future, he will also encourage intermarriage between Copts and Frankish pilgrims, so that the two can gradually merge and even give birth to a new "overseas culture" - of course, this is all later.

Nationality issues are not a big problem in this era.

"It's the Duke's flag, Duke Losa is here to see us!"

"Long live Saint Losa, long live the wielder of the Holy Lance!"

Wherever they went, the cheers of the Crusaders resounded, and their morale was greatly boosted.