Chapter 147 Wolf and Demon (Part 1)

Leave the palace hall.

A well-dressed servant was waiting in the corridor.

Seeing Lothar appear, he immediately greeted her and said in a humble tone: "Your Majesty, Your Highness invites you to a banquet."

Lothar glanced at the coat of arms on the opponent's shoulder, and his expression moved slightly.

The six standing yellow lions on a blue background arranged in an inverted triangle represent the Anjou branch, and the large cross represents the royal family of Jerusalem.

Richard the Lionheart added the lion coat of arms inherited from his mother Aquitaine to the original double lion coat of arms of the William family of Normandy (representing Albion and the Duke of Normandy respectively), thus evolving into the current three lions. Heraldry.

Although they are all an Angevin family, the Jerusalem royal family will not change accordingly.

The complexity of heraldry is evident.

Lothar asked: "Which princess is your highness?"

The servant smiled and said, "Your Highness Sibylla."

"Sorry, I am honored to receive such an invitation, but please tell your Highness that His Majesty has an important task for me. Please forgive me for not accepting Your Highness's kindness."

Lothar looked apologetic.

Banquets in this era were important occasions for nobles to communicate with each other, negotiate marriages and even conclude alliances.

If he had nothing else to do, he would be happy to attend the banquet.

"My Lord Earl, let's do this. The banquet will be held at Princess Sibylla's royal estate. It will be this evening. If you have finished handling the matters at hand, you can come at any time."

"Okay, thank you."

Watching the slave go away, Fringilla immediately became angry and said: "Oh, this old woman in heat is really evil towards you, sir."

"Are you still evil?"

Jeanne suddenly showed a curious expression: "Miss Fulin, I am very curious about this matter. Can you please tell me in detail?"

Fringilla rolled her eyes: "There's nothing to say!"

Lothar smiled and said nothing.

It's not that he is narcissistic, Princess Sibylla most likely really means this, otherwise the slave would not have said that as long as the official business is done, he can come to the door at any time.

After all, he was already one of the most prominent young nobles in the kingdom, and he was still unmarried. Even if Baldwin IV and Godfrey made the news, they still could not stop the nobles from all parties from wanting to marry Lothar.

Even if it is a political marriage, noble ladies would rather be with more handsome and promising young dignitaries.

Jeanne said with some regret: "If you marry this Princess Sibylla, wouldn't you be able to become the stepfather of the crown prince? When the time comes, it will not be difficult to be crowned king."

"This kind of golden rich woman is really hard to find even with a lantern."

Fringilla said angrily: "They are all old women who have given birth to children. Why do you still think they are so rich?"

Jeanne pondered for a moment and made a very pertinent comment: "In terms of age, she is much younger than the three of us."

There was a look of anxiety on Fringilla's face, as if her most beloved thing was about to be taken away. She tugged on the corner of Lothar's clothes and said nothing.

Lothar smiled and touched her head: "Don't think about that. If I want the throne, I would rather get it myself. I can go west from Transjordan, conquer the Sinai Peninsula, and then invade Egypt. By then, I can definitely establish it." A brand new kingdom.”

Even if Baldwin IV was not cured and Princess Sibylla was about to be crowned Queen Regent, he never thought of obtaining the throne of Jerusalem through marriage.

We've already cheated, why should we force ourselves into a political marriage?

That's too low.

If you want to marry, take Prajna!

In Lothar's mind, the scene emerged subconsciously of Prajna holding a baby with a cold face and breastfeeding the child under the cover of the curtain.

The two looked at each other, and Prajna was startled by the rare heat in his eyes.

Fringilla: "?"

…

In a manor on the outskirts of Jerusalem.

Hans was leading a group of knights and sergeants from the Royal Knights to surround the manor.

"It should be right here."

He twitched his nose and ordered his men to take care of their mounts, while the rest of them were fully armed and headed towards the manor.

"Be on guard, start a search in groups of three."

Hans ordered.

The beast's intuition told him that the target was in this manor.

As a werewolf, he felt that the most suitable job for him was to hunt down murderers and solve cases.

The werewolf's terrifying sense of smell and innate beast intuition enabled him to arrest many criminals after taking charge of the Royal Knights, and the security problem in Jerusalem was greatly improved.

"Your Majesty Commander, there is no one!"

The soldiers reported back one after another.

"no one?"

"How can it be!"

He twitched his nose and kept searching forward.

After a while, he came to the garden behind the manor. He searched in the nursery until he came to a place, raised the armed sword in his hand and stabbed it hard.

Below, there was the sound of broken boards.

"Search."

Hans pulled out his sword with specks of mud on it, and ordered someone to step forward and lift up the mud, revealing a deep tunnel leading underground.

"My lord, how did you find out?"

Smell it.

Hans said silently in his heart.

He made nonsense: "The soil on the ground is very new, and covering the board with a layer of soil is never considered a clever concealment method."

The knights suddenly showed expressions of admiration.

"I see!"

"We still have a lot to learn from Your Excellency, Commander."

Go down underground.

Hans looked at the stacked pots in front of him solemnly.

Inside, there was a strange faint fragrance, the kind of smell that seemed to arouse people's appetite, which made the secretion of saliva in his mouth speed up a little.

Because of this, Hans's expression became more solemn.

Because he is a werewolf, his favorite food in the diet is always humans, so you can already imagine what is hidden in the clay pot.

"Sir, what is this?"

The soldiers all looked horrified. They had also found this kind of thing before when they searched the heretic's cellar in the city.

At first they thought it was wine, but when they opened it, they found pieces of minced bones and meat floating in the dark red wine.

"Well, don't pay attention to that. Our goal is to tie these villains who misinterpret Heavenly Father's will and seduce cannibalism to the stake."

Hans said solemnly.

The group of people walked silently in the dark tunnel.

A knight suddenly said: "Last year, my son disappeared shortly after he was born."

The atmosphere became increasingly dull.

Hans couldn't say anything comforting. He just said: "Be careful and protect yourself. Don't let your wife lose her son first and then her husband."

He pushed away the two knights who were leading the way and said, "Let me go to the front. If something happens, you guys will evacuate the corridor immediately."

"But."

Hans snorted coldly: "This corridor is already narrow, and my swordsmanship is wide open and closed. If you squeeze in behind me, it will only leave me with no room to move and turn around."

"yes."

The soldiers nodded.

Nowadays, Hans's reputation in the Royal Knights is sometimes even better than Lothar's.

To them, Lothar was a legend and an object of admiration and worship.

But more often than not, it is just a symbol in the heart, too high and too far away from them.

Hans was the one they really came into contact with every day. He would preside over their training and use part of his salary to subsidize the family income of the poor.

The corridor was very long, and it didn't reach the ground after walking for a long time.

Until Hans smelled a strong smell of blood.

snap——

A drop of blood fell on his shoulder.

He immediately warned: "We are coming. If the opponent is too strong, remember to follow my order to evacuate and seek support."

The soldiers agreed one by one.

But what Hans didn't know was that the more he said this, the less willing these people were to abandon him alone on the battlefield.

No one is afraid of death.

But for some people, death will not be more sad than having to accept the torture of their conscience every day and night.

The group of people came to the end of the corridor, where there was a staircase leading upward.

At the end of the stairs, there was a stone door. The door was ajar, and it opened with a hard push.

What appeared in front of him was an extremely spacious hall.

This was probably the site of a grand theater built here by the Greeks. The ruins still reveal the glory of the former empire when it ruled here.

"Heavenly Father!"

"Is this a ritual to sacrifice evil spirits?"

The soldiers' faces were full of fear.

In the hall, living people were seen sitting cross-legged on the ground, their heads hanging down, and streams of blood constantly overflowing from their wrists.

Their lives are passing by, but they have no intention of resisting at all.

If their chests weren't still rising and falling slightly, anyone would just think they were a group of lifeless corpses.

Blood moistened the ground.

The pungent iron smell filled everyone's nostrils.

In the center of these people, a fleshy ball that beats vigorously like a heart is stretching out red tentacles like straws, reaching into the ground and drinking blood.

At this time, a priest holding a Bible in his hand and wearing a shabby cassock shouted loudly in the crowd: "Praise you, our great Son, please come to the world again in the place where you fell, Amen!"

Bang bang——

Bang bang——

The "heart" was beating faster and faster, making the knights present feel panic for no reason, as if their own heartbeats were synchronized with this meat ball.

Until there was a bang.

The flesh ball bursts.

From it, a huge monster with a height of three meters came out.

There are winding red devil horns on its head, its body is covered with black triangular scales like dragon scales, its green-black face is like a goat, and a large number of bloody tentacles like beards hang down from its chin.

The huge, broad fleshy wings spread out like clouds and sun.

"This is...the devil!"

There was a trace of surprise on Hans's face.