People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted - Chapter 863 Reunion

Jaffa city.

The blacksmith Balian was directing people to dig a canal. He was wearing tattered linen clothes and walking barefoot in the mud, completely disregarding the dignity of a nobleman.

Under his leadership, whether they were Frank immigrants, Saracen residents, or remnants of the empire, although they spoke different languages ​​and had different beliefs, at this moment, they were all united under Balian's leadership.

The Lord of Jaffa, Princess Sibilla, looked at the royal official sent by her brother to assist her with a complicated expression.

Sibyl's personal guard, Knight Stephen, said sincerely: "Your Highness, he is an outstanding young man. If you can get together with him, I think you will get the heartfelt blessings of many people."

"really."

Justice, loyalty, kindness, bravery, the eight virtues of chivalry seemed to be perfectly embodied in this young knight who was born a blacksmith and a bastard.

"If I had met him a year earlier, I would have been very happy. He is humble, tall, handsome, and from a wealthy family. He is a better marriage partner than William. In comparison, Guy from the Lusignan family that my mother chose for me is just a brave and aggressive village hooligan."

The combination of the two parties would not only not humiliate Princess Sibylla's identity, but would also form a powerful political alliance to jointly resist the pressure from the dukedom represented by Raymond in the kingdom.

Her eyes swept over the Gwent chessboard and card box on the table, as well as the complete set of hardcover editions of "The Witcher" and "A Song of Winter and Summer" on the bookshelf next to it, and the silver-white full-body plate armor on the weapon rack in the corridor.

Lothar brought too many changes to the Holy Land. Even if she wanted to forget this man, there would still be countless things about him or news about him reaching her ears every day.

What about "Duke Lothar conquered the city of Semanud", "Duke Lothar defeated the Saracen coalition on the shores of Lake Brulus", "Duke Lothar recovered the Patriarchate of Alexandria and was crowned the Crusader King of Egypt".Every time this news reached Jaffa, it caused a sensation in the whole city.

She sighed softly:

"You know, Stephen, my brother intends to pass the throne to him."

Stephen was stunned for a moment before he reacted: "Who? His Majesty Lothar?"

"Yes, he wrote me a letter in person, explaining his inner thoughts."

"Hasn't your Majesty's condition improved? Why are you suddenly considering the succession to the throne?"

Stephen was a little uneasy. When King Baldwin was seriously ill, the issue of succession to the throne had disturbed the entire Kingdom of Jerusalem. Now that the kingdom was about to settle down, unexpectedly, His Majesty the King took the initiative to open this Pandora's box.

As for the second half of Sibyl's sentence, he had no intention of responding to it. It was not a topic he was qualified to discuss.

Sibilla shook her head: "He didn't tell me."

Before he finished speaking, Sibilla waved her hands in annoyance.

She would not tell Stephen that she had long ago proposed to unite with Lothar to jointly rule Jerusalem. After all, Lothar was far from being as powerful as he is now, and he had rejected the proposal without hesitation.

"He won't agree. If he does, he will stay in Constantinople and become the emperor of the Eastern Empire."

Knight Stephen felt it was a little unbelievable. He didn't know who was more beautiful, the legendary most beautiful woman in the Christian world or his own princess. But no matter which one it was, he felt that it was a temptation that a man could not refuse.

"saint?"

Sibylla snorted softly: "I think the scenes of men and women described in his books are quite vivid. He is usually surrounded by so many beautiful witches. If he is a saint, then I am Magdalene."

"Your Highness, be careful what you say!"

Stephen was shocked: "If other people heard this, I don't know what kind of storm it would cause."

He added: "Your Highness, although His Majesty the King has chosen His Majesty Lothar as the successor to the kingdom, the issue is still unresolved. You must not be discouraged in advance."

Stephen was worried that the princess had given up on herself, which was why she said such blasphemous words just now.

"Forget it, Stephen, you don't know what kind of person my brother is. Although he rarely makes decisions, once he makes up his mind, no one can change it."

Sibilla smiled bitterly. If it was just her brother's decision, it would be fine, but she had to compete with Losa, which made her feel unsure.

"You want me to greet you?"

Sibilla, who was already in a bad mood, raised her eyebrows and said, "Let them go. Jaffa City does not welcome uninvited people."

The soldier carefully handed over a letter with a double-headed eagle wax stamped on it. "Um, Your Highness, you'd better take a look at the letter they handed over. They claim to be just scouts exploring the way, and their main force has just crossed the Sinai Corridor."

"By land? Are they Egyptian Crusaders?"

"Excessive!"

Sibylla gritted her teeth and said, "He wants to go to Jerusalem to seize my throne, and now he wants me to provide food and lodging for his army. How can there be such a shameless person in this world? He is not even a Saint Losa!"

Two hours later.

A group of citizens and soldiers of Jaffa, surrounded by many knights and nobles, came to the city gate.

The first one, wearing a golden crown and riding an exceptionally tall horse, rushed towards the city gate first.

He looked down at Sibyl, who was dressed in her best attire, nodded slightly, and made the sign of the cross in front of him: "Good day, Your Highness."

"Good day, your majesty."

The long-lost royal princess gritted her teeth, bowed resentfully, and said, "Welcome to Jaffa."

Lothar crossed himself and said, "May God bless you, Sir Balian."

He received all the nobles before getting off his horse and said with a smile: "Your Highness, it's been a long time since we last met. You have become more beautiful. And you, Sir Balian, you have grown a lot taller than before. If you want to make achievements, you might as well come to my tent to gain some experience."

"Ah, I would love to, but your majesty has told me to stay in Jaffa."

Looking at the fearful little blacksmith, Sibyl was so angry that her teeth were itching.

When Lothar arrived, he had almost nothing.

And after arriving in the holy land, I naturally became the young master of Beirut, Asuf and Ibelin.

He watched helplessly as this peer of his formed an alliance with his father, became friends with him as equals, and gradually became the Baron of Yogurius, the Count of Transjordan, the cavalry commander of the Crusaders, and even the Grand Marshal of the Crusaders and the supreme monarch of Egypt.

If the gap was only a little, perhaps Bellian would still feel jealous, but their gap was too big, so big that Bellian could only look up to him and admire him.

(End of this chapter)