Chapter 649 The Knights of Prague

Lothar took off his iron gloves, and a golden card with a halo appeared on his fingertips.

"What a beautiful Gwent card?"

Baron Charles, who was guarding beside him, exclaimed subconsciously.

The shape of the Gwent card was completely imitated from the card system of the giant ship yesterday.

But no matter how fine the workmanship is, even if a lot of gold powder is used, the legendary card with a lot of value is not as good as the original.

"My lord, do you want to play a game of Gwent to relax?"

Looking at Baron Charles's smiling face, Lothar said with a stern face: "It's been so many days, and the power of dragon blood has not been completely controlled. Do you still have the mind to play cards?"

After being scolded, Baron Charles smiled and retreated to the team.

Cherinina looked at the scene with some curiosity: "Sir, are there new colleagues coming?"

Lothar nodded: "Candle Knight, have you heard of it?"

Cherinina's usual indifferent expression also changed: "It's her, the first swordsman of Germany, in the extraordinary world, her reputation is no less than that of Ms. Jeanne and Ms. Nightingale, the goddess of lanterns."

"What else?"

Cherinina shook her head: "I don't know about the rest. Candle Knight is a member of the Order of the Rose, which is a knightly order of the nature of a monastic order. So strictly speaking, Candle Knight is a nun like Ms. Jeanne, and her position is naturally opposite to that of the wolf tribe. She has never participated in the knight competition in the Apennines."

She thought for a while and added: "Ms. Jeanne should know her better, after all, they are each other's biggest competitors."

"Okay, I know."

Lothar now has some understanding of the process of summoning followers. As far as he knows, the essence of this card is just a medium for summoning followers, not that the followers are really sealed in it.

With the strength of the Candle Knight, it may be difficult to handle the task at this stage.

But if it is in the simulated war world, it will definitely be a powerful helper for him.

After all, the simulated war world is also in the world of yesterday's giant ships, but the timeline is different, which means that when the Candle Knight is summoned, it is likely that he can still retain all his strength, instead of being compressed back to the level of the first level without elite like being directly summoned to this world.

After this idea came up, Lothar did not try it rashly, but consulted the system as soon as possible to see if this idea is feasible.

He had studied the system before. This thing has no intelligence, even in AI, it is relatively stupid, but it is still okay to consult some simple questions, but it must be asked clearly.

In case this matter is feasible, but once the Candle Knight is summoned, it can't be summoned back to this world, it will be a big loss.

Soon, a smile appeared on his face.

Unexpectedly, an idea that came to his mind on a whim was actually feasible.

He originally thought that he could only fight alone in the simulation battle, but he could get help from a helper who was as famous as the Knight of Glory and whose strength was at its peak. He felt that he could fully fight this simulation battle.

In addition, if he could take advantage of the opportunity of the simulation battle to get along with the Knight of Candle, he could also get a new talent.

Among the three talents of the Knight of Candle, the one that has the greatest effect on Lothar is undoubtedly the talent of "Magic Swordsman".

He himself is not a pure swordsman. His highest attribute is mental power. If he can add mental power to any attribute during the war, it will definitely be an explosive improvement for him, which can effectively make up for his current shortcomings of insufficient attack power.

As for the Swift Shadow Sword and the Mental Power Shield.

The former needs to be matched with the unique light and shadow skills of the Knight of Candle, and Lothar's strongest combat power is no longer fighting with a human body. Even if he masters an exquisite swordsmanship, he can hardly use it.

The latter is definitely a god-level talent for fragile spellcasters.

But although Losa has always been mainly for mental strength, he is not fragile. Although his mental defense is high, it is not as good as his "abnormal" physical defense. This replacement is a complete negative improvement for him.

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Yesterday, the world of giant ships, the Kingdom of Bohemia, Prague.

"Miss Viviana!"

The well-dressed butler, with meticulously combed white hair, said respectfully: "Congratulations, you have won another championship knight's crown."

The female knight in black and white robes and platinum hair sat on the steps beside the garden corridor, with the sword she carried across her legs, and a book cover with "Faust" in large gold letters.

Hearing this, she didn't raise her head, but sighed softly: "Mr. John, please give me some private space, okay?"

"I'm sorry, miss, but now it's time for you to receive visitors."

Viviana closed the book with some regret.

"Tell me, who are they?"

The butler showed a trace of apology on his face. He took out the pocket watch from his lapel and checked the time: "The first guest is your Majesty's nephew, Count Hoffmann of Nuremberg; the second guest is your cousin, Knight William of the Teutonic Knights."

Viviana sighed lightly.

The emperor of the Habsburg family and the relatives of the Hohenzollern family are Viviana's biggest supporters. Others can still refuse, but guests from these two parties must be carefully received no matter what.

This is the source of her current status.

But no one ever asked her if she wanted such a status, like precious instruments and precious birds, being sent to various parts of the country for display, rehearsing with swordsmen who set every move, playing a flashy scene, winning the whole house.

Everyone was amazed, amazed at her beauty, the gorgeous sword skills, praising herself as the flower of the empire, a figure who was on par with the Knight of Glory and the Goddess of Lanterns, and seeing whether she could visit herself as a benchmark to prove her status.

Who wanted such a scene?

The emperor?

Father?

But definitely not me!

She stood up.

The garden was carved with beams and beautiful buildings, and a large area of ​​orange marigolds bloomed, exuding a charming fragrance. This was the most beautiful season of the year in Prague, but she did not abandon those worldly troubles, abandon the inherent rights and responsibilities, and quietly appreciate the beauty.

"Except for these two, can I refuse to meet the rest of the guests?"

The butler looked embarrassed: "I'm afraid. No."

As one of the most prosperous cities under the Empire, coupled with the grand occasion of this Knights' Tournament, the population of this city is probably up to one million, even in the entire Empire, it is only slightly inferior to Vienna.

So, nowadays, there are countless German nobles of high status gathered in Prague, including many powerful nobles from Hungary, Veneto, and Illyria.

Although they are excluded from the Empire, as the crown territory of Habsburg, they are also an important pillar of the Empire and cannot be ignored.

Therefore, even if Butler John has screened a large number of them, there are still dozens of noble nobles who need Viviana to meet them one by one in the next few days.

Not only that, Prague is also an industrial center of the Empire second only to the Rhineland. There are many big businessmen and city councilors here, such as the sponsors of this tournament, or the municipal officials appointed by the emperor.

The visits of these people cannot be ignored.

"Okay, Mr. John, please give me another minute, okay? I want to breathe some fresh air again."

Miss Viviana's request was not excessive, and it could even be said to be a little humble. The butler's face couldn't help but reveal a trace of heartache. He softened his tone and whispered: "Please hurry up, Miss."

However, time flies.

One minute passed in a flash.

"Miss, we should go to receive visitors."

Butler John reminded.

However, the only response to him was a few pigeons flying in the garden.

He couldn't help but emphasize his tone: "Miss?"

Unfortunately, there was still no response.

He hurried forward.

The only thing left was a copy of "Faust" blown open by the wind. The first thing that caught his eye was this sentence "The factory shed is high, the seats are ready, and everyone is looking forward to a happy scene.

They sit with their eyebrows raised, looking proud, and looking forward to new things.

"

John's body trembled, and after a long time, he made a sharp cry in his throat: "Come here, Miss Viviana is gone!"