OBS Chapter 902: Holy Decree
Chapter 902: Holy Decree
Chapter 902: Echo of the Holy Oracle
Cyprus, Tamassos.
In the shabby inn in the town, Baldwin fed the horse himself, and then fetched clean water and grease to maintain the removed breastplate.
He touched it with some regret and found a deep claw mark on it, which was left by a cave-dwelling demon.
The old servant Dmitri sat on the side, still holding the magic-blocking gold sword that he never let go of, sipping his wine. Although the old man was old, his sword skills were miraculous. The magic-blocking gold sword in his hand was not an ordinary weapon with only a surface coating, but was made by a famous master craftsman. Killing low-level extraordinary monsters like demons and ghosts was as easy as cutting melons and vegetables.
Tamassos was once a prosperous mining city because of its large copper mine. However, the copper mine was exhausted more than a hundred years ago, and the city declined over time and turned into a series of villages and towns.
When they arrived here some time ago, they heard people say that there were demons causing trouble in the middle of the night, often dragging away cattle, sheep and other livestock. Later, people's homes were often broken into, resulting in many casualties and causing panic among the people.
Baldwin, who aspired to be a chivalrous knight, naturally would not sit idly by. These days, together with little Nisaya, the old servant Dmitri went down to the mine several times to explore, and finally wiped out the nest of cave-dwelling monsters.
The name of the chivalrous knight Baldwin began to become known on the island of Cyprus.
Of course, this was also rewarded handsomely by the locals, as chivalrous knights also need to eat.
There were hurried footsteps outside the door, and the little witch ran into the backyard of the inn and said hurriedly: "Baldwin, did you know that Lothar has become emperor?"
Baldwin was stunned. Lothar had mentioned his vision to him before, but he did not expect it to be realized so quickly. "Did Lothar take Damascus?"
"Yes, that Saladin died in his hands."
Saladin is dead?
Baldwin was in a trance for a moment, then smiled: "Great! I knew he could do it."
In the past, he was most proud of having defeated Saladin in the Battle of Montgisard. Now, his designated successor had even killed Saladin himself!
Nishaya said angrily, "Even if he has made contributions, he cannot be crowned emperor. Her Majesty the Queen bestowed him the title of Basilius. Is this how he repays Her Majesty? This is simply treason."
Nisaya is a Greek. Oh no, there is no such name as Greeks in this era. They all call themselves "Imperials". Therefore, Nisaya, who is of noble descent, only recognizes her own emperor.
Even the Hohenstaufen Emperor of Germania, who inherited the mantle of the Western Empire, was only regarded as the "Hohenstaufen Kaiser".
Baldwin couldn't help laughing, and reached out to touch the little witch's head. "It's just an empty title. Your Queen has been holding on to this empty title for hundreds of years and has not been able to return to the Levant. It would be better to give it to Lothar in exchange for Lothar's support for her recovery of Asia Minor."
Although the Principality of Antioch had previously surrendered to the Eastern Empire, which pushed the empire's territory into the Levant, on the one hand, the period was short-lived, and on the other hand, Antioch belonged to the Crusader States. Surrendering was just acknowledging a suzerain, and it could not truly be counted as the territory of the Eastern Empire.
Nishaya suddenly showed an expression of sudden enlightenment: "Did you know that he had such ambitions a long time ago, so you gave up the throne and ran away? That's right, if you stay, you will become a stumbling block for him, and then he will definitely attack you."
The little witch felt that she had glimpsed the truth of the matter: "Hurry, pack our bags. Cyprus is now also Losa's territory. If we don't run fast, the army he sent to hunt us down might catch up with us."
Baldwin didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He had explained it many times.
But the little witch, who has been deeply brainwashed by palace novels, obviously does not think that anyone would voluntarily quit the Game of Thrones. If it were a power struggle in Constantinople, even mother and daughter, or father and son might turn to war.
How could a hero like Lothar, who was able to accomplish such great things, be a merciful person?
Baldwin is still too naive!
"Don't worry, Losa won't send anyone to hunt me down."
Nishaya looked at her as if she was looking at a child who had failed to live up to expectations. "You have a kind nature, how could you know the cruelty of the power struggle?"
Baldwin was just helpless. Nishaya was indeed not very smart. Perhaps all her knowledge was spent on mysticism, and she was much worse in other aspects.
"Well, now that the demon of Tamassos has been eliminated, it's time for us to continue on our new journey."
With an indulgent smile on his face, he gently stroked the little witch's head, his eyes subconsciously looking towards the east.
Lothar, the dream of establishing the Kingdom of Heaven rests on you.
In the far east, above the vast ocean.
A ghost ship flashing with a faint green fluorescence was cutting through the waves. The side of the ship was covered with skulls of various giant sea beasts, and cold blue ghost flames were flashing in the empty eye sockets.
Captain Hogg, who had been out of touch for a long time, looked at the man who appeared out of nowhere on the ship and asked in surprise and joy, "Sir, why are you here?"
Lothar adapted to this incarnation created for the first time using "Echo of the Oracle". He estimated that it had about half of the attributes of the original body, but without the blessing of equipment, and could not transform into a dragon. Its combat power was at most at the full six-star level, and had not yet been eliteized.
It's really not very suitable for combat.
Light and shadow formed Lothar's body, his face was a little blurry, and his expression could not be seen: "It's just an incarnation, my real body is still in Damascus."
Hogg was very surprised, but obviously more surprised, with a wry smile on his face: "You can send your avatar over such a long distance. I'm afraid your current strength is comparable to that of a true god."
He could keenly feel that Lothar's strength was no longer what it used to be.
Even when he was still dominating the Mediterranean, he would have to temporarily avoid the edge if he encountered a figure like Lothar. Even his mortal enemy, the Iberian lighthouse keeper, or the descendants of the Deep Sea Lord might not possess this kind of strength.
Losa was not in a good mood: "If I didn't come to see you, I was afraid that your wings would be strong enough and you would fly solo."
Hogg hurriedly smiled and said, "That's not the case. We were drifting along the ocean current and went off course. It would take a lot of time to get back on track. It would be better to try to open up a new route and contribute more to your majesty's future career."
Hogg was a meritorious minister. Ever since Lothar took over the port of Ella, Hogg had been driving the ghost ship to clear out pirates, salvage shipwrecks, and search for pirate treasures, seizing countless gold and silver.
The once treacherous Red Sea trade route regained peace, and it was thanks to his dedicated protection that the dilapidated port of Ella was able to return to its peak.
With such a contribution, Lothar would not blame Hogg for running so far, and even suspected of losing contact on his own initiative. Among the many five-star followers under his command, who has such a contribution as him? It is not an exaggeration to say that what you eat is grass, and what you squeeze out is milk.
"You've made a lot of money recently."
Looking around, Losa felt a little emotional.
It’s not that the deck is piled high with gold, silver and jewels, but the spiritual power contained in the ghost ship is obviously stronger, and even the ghost sailors are all full of body and not feeling frivolous.
It must have hunted down many powerful sea beasts and devoured their souls, flesh and blood to become food for the Ocean Disaster.
Hogg didn't expect that this was the way to get rich that Losa was talking about. He laughed and said, "I robbed a merchant ship in Malacca before. The ship was full of rare treasures."
Afraid of being blamed by Lothar, he quickly said, "According to our saying, killing pagans doesn't count as killing. Besides, they don't go to our port to sell goods, so I'm not violating the rules."
"That's the slogan of the Crusades. Why would you, who looks like the biggest pagan devil, use it?"
Lothar could only sigh. He had set rules for Captain Hogg before. In the Red Bay, they could only take action against pirates and not harass pagan merchant ships. After all, this golden waterway was now in his own hands.
But how can we distinguish between merchant ships and pirates at this time?
"The leader of the caravan was a Saracen. He said there was a big country called Song in the north. It had a vast territory and was rich. It was currently fighting with its northern neighbor, which seemed to be called the Tatars. I was thinking of going to the coastal areas, or even going upstream along the rivers and lakes, to plunder them."
"When the time comes, I will grab a batch of rare treasures and bring them back. You can use them to decorate your own palace, or sell them for gold and silver. It will be my contribution to you!"
Lothar knew that this guy's original intention was definitely not to plunder some property, so that could only be considered a secondary goal at most, but he did not investigate further.
He took out a copy of the battle records he had drawn earlier and said, "You have worked hard and made great contributions, so you should be rewarded. As for looting the Song State, forget it. I was also a Song citizen in my previous life. You can continue to draw sea charts and open up routes. In order to accumulate supplies, you can also kill more pirates and hunt sea beasts. Just try not to kill innocent people."
Hogg thought he would be blamed, but he never thought there would be a reward. He immediately showed a happy face and patted his chest and said, "No problem, Your Majesty, when I have initially recovered my strength, I can summon my little Paul's tentacles to fight across the boundary. Although it is not as good as it coming in person, as the offspring of the Deep Sea Lord, even if it is just a few tentacles, it can greatly enhance the strength of the Ocean Disaster. By then, any sea beast can be killed."
Little Paul is the Norwegian sea monster raised by Captain Hogg. The heir of the deep-sea lord has made an indispensable contribution to the fact that Hogg can thrive in the Mediterranean, a small territory full of big guys.
He has been hunting ferocious marine beasts during this period and has enhanced his strength a lot, but if he does not become an elite, this strength will eventually reach a bottleneck.
"Okay, prepare some time. I will take everyone into the dream and help you complete the elite test."
After Losa finished speaking, the incarnation made of light and shadow suddenly shattered with a bang and disappeared into thin air.
Although Hogg has made great contributions, he still needs to be punished after the reward.