People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 107 Ransom (fifth change)

"How long has it been?"

Fringela opened her eyes, and the familiar furnishings in the room made her immediately recognize that she was in the room of the "Oak and Hazelnut" Hotel.

The dizziness in the head is still very serious. If it is an ordinary mage, overdrawing all the magic power at one time is likely to leave serious sequelae, or even brain death.

Even with the powerful physique of a vampire, it still takes a long time to recuperate to wake up.

She licked her lips subconsciously, a sweet taste made her a little addicted.

"What about the adults?"

"I'm already like this, why don't you leave anyone to take care of me?"

A sense of grievance, like weeds, thrives in Fulin's heart.

The footsteps were getting closer.

She quickly closed her eyes again, pretending to be unconscious.

Lothar put the freshly baked honey cake sprinkled with nuts on the table, and looked at Flynn, who was still unconscious, with some worry.

Flynn likes to eat chocolate, which proves that she should like sweets, so he specially borrowed the oven, and based on the memory of his previous life, he baked a cake with a decent taste.

"Why isn't Flynn awake yet?"

Lothar sighed softly, and there was a shallow, healed wound on his wrist: "Didn't it mean that the blood of the dragonborn is a great tonic for vampires? I have fed her three times."

Hannah frowned and said nothing.

Lothar got up and said, "I'm going to the bathroom, Banjna, take care of Flynn for me."

"I have to follow you."

Lothar looked into Banruo's brown eyes with some embarrassment: "It's just a toilet, I'll be back soon, in such a short time, nothing will happen, right?"

Banruo whispered: "You said before that you can protect yourself before we arrive, but it turns out that you can't do it. So, you have to follow what I said."

Her attitude is tough.

The system's notification sound suddenly sounded.

Your epic squire, Fringilla's affinity for you has been raised to intimate.

Lothar was slightly taken aback, and he looked at the still pale and unconscious Fringilla with some doubts.

To get feedback on the increase in intimacy, Flynn should have woken up, right?

At this time, Banruo had already got up, came to the corridor, and said to Lothar: "Come on, I won't stare at your key parts. To me, that's not something worth peeping at."

Furingila couldn't hold back her emotions, and yelled: "Fart, you old pervert, you even stare at adults when they go to the toilet, don't you have any sense of shame?"

The corners of Banruo's mouth curled up slightly, and she whispered, "It's more shameful than a little bat lying on the bed pretending to be unconscious after being awake."

Lothar took a long breath: "So you were pretending, I thought there was something wrong."

"My lord, did you feed me your blood?"

"Well, by killing the evil god, I happened to get a piece of dragon blood. Prajna said that this kind of blood is a great tonic for vampires and can relieve your injuries."

Fringira said a little coyly, "Thank you."

Lothar rubbed her soft white hair, and unconsciously carried a touch of pampering in her tone: "This is what I should do, eat the cake, and try my craft."

At this time.

There was a commotion outside the window.

Lothar took a look and found that the knights of the Royal Knights were surrounding Pepin, and were going to duel with the Montreal Knights who insulted the record of the Royal Knights last night.

He has no interest in watching the battle.

There are very few knights in Montreal who are highly skilled in martial arts. The knight with acne on his face showed a few times of timidity and timidity, and he is obviously not in this rank.

In this battle, Pepin will win.

Prajna urged: "My lord, don't you want to go to the bathroom?"

Lothar was surprised: "Didn't you say that on purpose to amuse Flynn?"

A moment of speechlessness flashed in Banruo's beautiful big eyes: "My lord, do you think I am such a leisurely person?"

Fringila reasoned and said: "No, absolutely not, it's too shameful, you fool, you have never considered the dignity of an adult, he is our loyal lord, how can you let you see those indecent scene?"

Lothar felt that the only slight urge to urinate in him had been suppressed.

The thought of being stared at by others for peeing, and the embarrassment of wanting to dig out a room with three living rooms on the floor with my toes, came to my mind.

"My lord, Saladin's messenger has arrived."

Hans' voice sounded outside the door at the right time.

Lothar breathed a sigh of relief, secretly said, Hans is indeed my vassal, he can save me every time, he quickly said: "Let them come to see me."

Lothar came to the room where Zahir was held on the top floor.

Hearing the movement, Zahir, who was lying on the bed, raised his eyes slightly: "Why, the person who came to redeem me has arrived?"

"Yes."

He turned over and jumped up nimbly, with a look of joy on his face: "Great, I have to say, you are so boring here, you don't even want to give me a beautiful maid."

Lothar said coldly: "It's all for your safety. The news that you were captured by us has leaked out. You should know how many people in this city hate you to the bone."

Zahir led troops to loot several villages attached to Montreal. This is the hometown of many knights and sergeants in this city.

Zahir said indifferently: "This is something you should consider, not me."

The door was pushed open.

A sunburned Saracens dressed as a merchant entered.

"Baron Lothar, I am the envoy of my king. I have brought the ransom you requested, and the cavalry under your command are checking."

The messenger stroked his left shoulder and saluted Lothar.

Lothar also made a cross in front of him: "Messenger, please sit down. If the number is correct, I will naturally let Prince Zahir go with you."

Prince Zahir gave him an ugly look, and said in a low voice, "Why are you here?"

The messenger smiled and said, "As your uncle, I'm worried about your safety, so it's not normal to come here in person?"

"You are. Savudin?"

Lothar was a little surprised.

The messenger smiled and said, "Baron Lothar, you pretended to be me, don't you even know my appearance?"

Lothar frowned and said, "Aren't you afraid that I'll take the opportunity to arrest you too?"

Savudin smiled and said: "My king once said that although Count Werner is cruel and cruel, he is a very trustworthy person, and I believe his son is the same."

"you flatter me."

Lothar nodded slightly.

He did not have the will to attack Savudin. This is a strong enemy, but it is not worth the risk of Lothar's murder with Saladin.

Hans walked into the room and whispered in Lothar's ear: "The number is accurate and the quality is good. Two thousand Suledes, not much more."

Lothar nodded and said: "In this case, Lord Savudin, as promised, I will let you and Prince Zahir leave."

Savudin nodded slightly: "Baron Lothar, thank you for fulfilling the agreement."

"If the will of the Holy Flame must make us fight each other, when I catch you next time we meet on the battlefield, I will generously grant you freedom."

Lothar took it seriously and said: "If it was me, I would kill you instead."

Seeing Savudin's puzzled face, Lothar said: "You decided to grant me freedom because you thought I was no threat to you; I decided to kill you if I had the chance because I recognized you as the greatest threat to the kingdom. "

Savudin was slightly startled, subconsciously said: "No, I'm not."

"My king is!"

A trace of embarrassment appeared on Savudin's face. He subconsciously looked at Zahir, and found that the little prince who was much loved by Saladin was staring at him with dissatisfaction.

Savudin said helplessly: "Since when did the Franks, who are regarded as barbarians, start playing with words?"

Lothar smiled: "May the holy fire bless you, the most respectable and terrifying opponent in the Zoroastrian world, Governor Savodin, whom I recognize."

It was obviously a compliment, but Savudin felt like he had been smeared with a poisonous sword.

He waved his hand to Lothar as if sitting on pins and needles, then got up and said, "Farewell, eloquent Frank."

Watching Savodin leave, Lothar instructed: "Send someone to keep an eye on them. I suspect that this Savodin has other plans when he comes to Montreal."

Hans immediately took orders to leave.

(End of this chapter)