Chapter 138 Death of Stephanie

At first glance, the Tree of Life looks like an ordinary oak sapling.

Its skin is very smooth, showing a light gray-brown color, and its tender green branches give people who are used to seeing this long yellow sand a lovely feeling.

But its behavior really has nothing to do with cuteness.

I saw that its roots rooted in the ground were rapidly extending towards the pool where the dragon's blood gathered. After the pool dried up and even the blood in the soil faded away, it began to crawl towards the dead dragon's body.

That kind of greedy and eager look makes people subconsciously feel chills.

But under Lothar's will, it stopped extending.

Lothar could sense the desire coming from the Tree of Life, but this dragon corpse was a very important trophy, how could he let it devour it all?

Fringilla clicked her tongue and said in wonder: "This tree seems to be more keen on sucking blood than our vampires. Sir, is this the tree of life you mentioned?"

"That's right."

"I can't believe that those elves who claim to be pure and noble would actually plant such trees all over their territory."

Jeanne was also surprised: "I have met the elves in the New World, and the habit they often talk about is 'praising the tree of life'. I didn't expect it to be this kind of thing?"

Prajna said calmly: "There is nothing surprising, life is always born from death."

Lothar found a highland suitable for building a city. The outer layer of the rock here has been weathered, but the inside is still very hard. From here, a tower was built, which can be clearly seen for hundreds of miles.

Moreover, the village of Sego is the choke point connecting Transjordan and Hebron. After peace gradually comes, the place will definitely return to its past scene of endless caravans everywhere.

He pressed his palms against the rough rock face.

The next moment, the ground began to tremble.

Bricks and stones broke out of the ground one after another, as if they were alive, embedded deeply into the rock wall, laying a perfect foundation underground, and then piled up layer by layer.

In the blink of an eye, a wide outer wall of the castle was formed.

The hussars looked at this scene in astonishment.

Another miracle!

They looked at Lothar with enthusiasm, crossing themselves on their chests.

Lothar helped up a hussar and said: "No need to marvel, Heavenly Father has given me the authority to perform miracles. You yourself are one of the miracles."

The hussar said devoutly: "Praise Heavenly Father, praise Your Excellency!"

"Send someone to Fort Yogurt and ask Leonard to bring thirty armored sergeants and a sufficient number of craftsmen to garrison here and supervise the establishment of the new city."

"In addition, send two more people to Sego Village to recruit city builders. At the very least, they must first build a wooden fort within the city wall for the soldiers stationed there to rest."

The tree of life is still eagerly waiting to be fed.

Lothar looked at Prajna and said, "Your shield should be the only weapon here suitable for cutting off this dragon's head."

Prajna nodded.

She stood in front of the earth-walking dragon's head, and the black triangular shield began to spin rapidly.

She said: "The scene will be a little bloody, so try not to watch it."

Kaleborg.

The castle, which was baptized by war and dilapidated, has now been repaired to a great extent.

The brand new city bricks form a sharp contrast with the old bricks blackened by flames.

Leonard paced back and forth in the lord's hall angrily.

The ground was covered with scraps of paper.

When it was intact, it was a letter sent by Lothar to Kaleborg, stamped with "the seal of the Count of Transjordan" - asking "Baron Leonard" to swear allegiance to him.

"Ha, Baron Leonard, he actually called me Baron!"

"It's really ridiculous. Werner's lucky son just managed to win one or two battles by luck, but he suddenly got on top of me and took away the most precious pearl in my territory. "

"Now, instead of secretly rejoicing and thanking him for his good luck, he is sitting high on the throne that used to belong to me, bossing me around and calling me 'Baron'?"

"Shit, I was once the Grand Duke of Antioch. With such a prominent position, even the damn king who was cursed by leprosy had to be respectful in front of me!"

"I once won the Battle of Mengisa and severely defeated Saladin's face!"

He roared hysterically.

Leonard's life is legendary. From Gaul, the knight who only lost a small piece of property in Chatillon during the separation of the family suddenly changed his identity and married Constance, the Grand Duchess of Antioch, and became Antioch. Gram Duke.

He was imprisoned by the Saracens for another fifteen years. When he came out, Constance had already died, and his position as Grand Duke was gone.

So he married Stephanie, the widow of the Count of Transjordan, and once again became the Count of Transjordan.

No one would believe that Leonard, who has such a legendary experience, is a brainless idiot.

So, after being furious, he calmed down again.

He frowned, thinking.

After a while, he actually picked up the scattered letters on the ground again and placed them on the table.

In any case, he is already Lothar's de jure vassal, and most of his former ministers who were loyal to him have defected to the other side.

"Reply to Count Lothar and tell him that Leonard is willing to swear allegiance to him, but Fort Kalle is the front line to defend against infidels. Please forgive me for not having time to go and see him."

The knights under his command were shocked and angry: "My lord, do you really want to bow to that immature boy who doesn't even have a beard on his mouth?"

"No, if your Excellency bows his head and wants to take back the title of earl, it will no longer be legal."

"My lord, we all agree that you are the only one worthy of being the Count of Transjordan. He is just relying on the favor of the little king who has only one breath left!"

"Ah."

Leonard sneered.

Only mud-legged people would think that a weak feudal lord would not be able to secure his position.

The lords of Transjordan would be very willing to accept the leadership of a weak prince. This at least meant that the prince was incapable and would not interfere in their internal affairs.

For example, some time ago, he had a very unpleasant quarrel with Baron Argon Rudolf over the inheritance of Petra.

As expected, as soon as Lothar took office, the baron couldn't wait to praise the lucky boy's stinky feet.

"Since you guys also know that he has the king's favor, let's let him be proud for a while. Anyway, that guy won't live long."

Leonard's eyes were full of anger and unwillingness, but his tone was unusually calm.

"I swear, I will take back everything that belongs to me!"

He paused slightly and then said, "How is Madam?"

The knight sighed softly: "It's still the same. She only drinks a little water every day, eats a small piece of bread, and stands on the balcony all day long, looking into the distance. The death of the young master was a huge blow to her."

Some people were filled with indignation and tears: "That murderer, the king not only did not punish him, but instead awarded him the title of earl. I don't accept it, my lord!"

"That's right, we should immediately send troops to attack his Fort Yogurt and kill all his citizens and soldiers to let him know that we are not easy to mess with."

Leonard sat slumped on the lord's throne.

It is true that he does not like Humphrey, the son born by Stephanie and her previous husband, but he still has feelings for Countess Stephanie.

It would be impossible for him not to be grateful to have such a wife when he was at his lowest.

I hope your plan will succeed.

Leonard had some conflicts in his heart. He was aware of Stephanie's threat to two vampires to assassinate Lothar.

But if Lothar died suddenly, it would have something to do with him. Now, there are only more than a thousand troops left in Kaleburg. Including Montreal, there are at most 3,000 troops left.

If the king sends two of his knights to attack, he may not be able to withstand it.

However, he really couldn't bear to stop Stephanie. After all, there was no pain more painful than losing a child in middle age.

At this time, there was a sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

His expression changed slightly, and he couldn't help but have an ominous premonition in his heart.

"What's the noise?"

All the knights looked at each other and stood up.

Leonard rushed out of the hall first and followed the sound.

Then, he saw his wife, Countess Stephanie, falling head first to the ground beside the fountain in the courtyard like a lifeless corpse.

The spring water has been dyed red with blood.

Her face was pale, with no blood on it.

He stepped forward quickly.

The fingers tremblingly were placed on Stephanie's neck, and the next moment, they were quickly moved away like an electric shock.

Julia, who was hiding in the dark, looked proud. Who said assassination had to be done personally?

On the balcony where Stephanie often looked into the distance, she used magic to observe the position of the fence where she most often held her hand, and then used magic to corrode it.

Sure enough, this stupid woman grabbed the armrest in a daze and accidentally fell down.

Deserve it!

Do you know the consequences of threatening a noble vampire?

She looked at the expression of disbelief and pain on Leonard's face, and felt that all the anger she had suppressed in her heart for the past few days could be vented.

"Who, who did it!"

Leonard roared in grief.

The whole castle shook.

Countless sergeants and knights rushed upstairs to investigate.

A knight's face was filled with grief. He stepped forward and lowered his voice and said, "Sir, my lady once told us that if she dies, it must be those two vampires."

Leonard was stunned on the spot.

He ran back into the hall like crazy and pieced together a sentence from the scraps of paper on the ground.

The font is very elegant.

The words are also very gentle, like an old friend whom I haven't seen for many years.

"By the way, I want to tell Baron Leonard that I have deprived the two baronesses Julia and Huaiya of their titles and territories, and severely punished them because they said something right. Your bad words."

The signature is: Your best friend and lord, Lothar von Habsburg.

"Lotha!"

"It's you!"

He clenched his fists so hard that his nails pierced the flesh.

He gritted his teeth, but instead there was a chill in his heart.

To be able to kill his wife in this way without anyone noticing, in front of the guards who were already on guard, doesn't that mean that he has also walked through the gate of hell?

for a long time.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

"The lady fell to her death because she was in a trance. This was an accident and had nothing to do with anyone."

He has realized that this is Lothar sending a signal to him - things outside the rules, stop here, play tricks, you are not my opponent at all.

"However, all the slaves and soldiers who guarded the wife were guilty of dereliction of duty, and all of them will be sentenced to beheading!"