People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted - Chapter 865 Farce

Sibilla sneered coldly: "If you want to fight, go ahead, but I remind you that the other people who stand in your way are not as easy to talk to as I am."

In fact, she had given up the idea of ​​inheriting the throne of Jerusalem long ago. After all, the news at that time was that "Baldwin IV had recovered." As he was in his prime, it was only natural for him to give birth to another heir.

Later, when she received news, it was that Baldwin IV was going to pass the throne to Lothar. She felt it was absurd to compete with such a terrifying competitor like Lothar for the throne of Jerusalem. Sibylla, who had watched Lothar's rise all the way, knew very well how terrible power this seemingly gentle king of Egypt possessed.

Lothar smiled and nodded: "It is my honor to be able to persuade Your Highness to give in."

Sibylla frowned and said, "What happened, Sir Balian? These are the distinguished guests from Egypt. Are they dissatisfied with our hospitality?"

Bellian looked at Lothar and said, "No, Your Highness. It was a knight under His Majesty Lothar and his female companion who injured many people in the tavern."

"My knights?"

Losa frowned and asked, "What exactly is going on?"

Now that things have come to this, how could he not know who the protagonist of the incident is?

Lothar shook his head and said, "I am sorry, but Ser Balian, one of the two knights, is indeed a member of my family."

Bellian was a little surprised and asked: "But don't you only have one brother?"

Lothar smiled bitterly and said, "It's hard to explain this matter in a few words, but Knight Rudolf did not lie. Please send someone to clear up the misunderstanding and bring him to me."

Sibilla was enjoying the show and asked jokingly, "Why, your father also had an illegitimate child outside?"

"Your Highness is joking."

Losa glossed over it but did not explain.

Illegitimate children were very common in this era, but few were as lucky as Balian to be legitimized by his father. Some who were treated well could even get the title of knight, but most of them were just like ordinary people.

Crown Prince Rudolf, carrying a gorgeous sword, and his female companion, Baroness Marie Vechera from Slovakia, each led a pure white warhorse as they toured the ancient city of Jaffa.

There is almost no Christian who has not heard of the city of Jaffa, as it is recorded in the Bible.

"This city has existed since 2000 BC, but I didn't expect it to look like this in this era."

"Are you disappointed?"

Rudolf had never been to the Holy Land, even though his father still held the empty title of King of Jerusalem.

After all, although Germany had eased relations with the Ottoman Empire because of their common enemy, Tsarist Russia, the Ottoman Empire was still a country with a strong religious atmosphere, and no European royal family was willing to go on a pilgrimage and risk being assassinated by religious fanatics.

Of the three cities he mentioned, only Alexandria belongs to this era. The others, Venice and Trieste, were important ports during the Austrian Empire.

The streets of Jaffa were full of sewage, and the gravel roads were interspersed with cracked cobblestones that had been built in an unknown era. If you stepped on them, you would be splashed with filth.

"I'm not complaining, Mary."

Rudolph nodded slightly. He breathed in the air filled with the smell of horse manure, looked at this strange land, and suddenly let out a long sigh.

"I feel so relaxed now, dear."

"what?"

Rudolph patted the horse beside him and said, "Dear, I think it's better for you to ride on horseback. The sewage here will dirty your skirt."

"That's nothing. I'm not one of those delicate court ladies you see often."

"My ancestor... Mr. Captain assigned me a position as a geological surveyor. To be honest, I know a little about the distribution of mineral resources along the eastern Mediterranean coast. If I had not been born into an imperial family, I would probably have become a geologist."

Rudolf received a strict Spartan education since childhood. Although his spiritual and swordsmanship talents were not as good as those of the royal family leaders such as Ruprecht and Viviana, he was still pretty good.

Mary's personality is very similar to Rudolf's. Her father was originally a Slovak country gentleman and did not even have a formal noble title. Later, he was named baron and entered the court of Vienna.

Because of her outstanding appearance and excellent horsemanship, she was once highly sought after by the young men in Vienna and was called the "Angel of the Lawn".

But for Marie personally, she had long been tired of the boring court life. Compared to Vienna, she missed her hometown where she could roam freely and have fun in men's clothes.

This may be the reason why the two of them came together.

Rudolf shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Father always said that I was an unqualified crown prince, and my ideas were destined to fail in making the Habsburgs great again. Maybe after I leave, he won't have to worry about the succession to the throne anymore. He will personally train a new heir who can carry out his will and better adapt to the court and politics."

Rudolf looked a little lonely. He had wanted to meet his father's expectations and become the new king that everyone wanted, but what he received was always scolding and cursing from his father.

Mary touched his shoulder tenderly.

"Your Highness, look at the sign over there. There's a wine glass on it. It should be a tavern from this era. This is the first time I've seen it!"

They walked into the pub and immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Not only were they handsome, but their clothes and accessories were also gorgeous, which was beyond the cognition of most nobles of that era.

Soon, they attracted a group of drinkers with different purposes.

"My dear Sir, may I ask your name?"

"I am Rudolf von Habsburg, and it is an honor to meet you all."

Rudolf was not a fool. He could naturally see the greed in these people's eyes, but he didn't care. With the swordsmanship he had practiced since childhood, it was easy for him to deal with these ordinary people.

"Who is it, Sir Otto?"

"I heard someone claiming to be from the Habsburg family."

(End of this chapter)