bookandnovel Chapter 900 Monument
Chapter 900 Monument
Chapter 900 Monument
It's getting late.
The streets of Damascus were filled with choruses of hymns and celebratory parades, attracting many local Christians who gathered together to celebrate the victory.
Some bold and intelligent Saracen and Jewish merchants also took the opportunity to start their business.
The actual significance of conquering Damascus is naturally not greater than that of Lothar's conquest of Egypt. Among the three overseas kingdoms, Egypt is undoubtedly the largest and most important kingdom.
But Saladin's defeat and death, and Lothar's coronation as emperor, meant that the Ayyubid dynasty, the great enemy of the Crusaders, completely fell apart.
In the future, we will conquer all overseas territories, and victory and glory will be within our grasp.
Now that their pockets were no longer tight and the Crusaders had been marching hard in the desert for a long time, they naturally had reason to indulge themselves in the glamorous city of Damascus.
They sang, drank and had fun, just like they were having a grand festival.
In a relatively remote pub.
A drunken knight suddenly climbed onto the table, spread his arms, and shouted in a thick High German accent: "Tonight, all the drinks of the Christians are on my head!"
Cheers rang out. Generous people always win people's love. This upstart knight had obviously made great contributions and received a huge reward from Lothar.
He took out a handful of gold coins with Losa's portrait printed on them from his bulging purse. This "Golden Losa" was exquisitely shaped and of high quality, and was considered hard currency in all countries.
"Thank you for your generosity, dear knight."
The knight waved his hand modestly and raised his glass. He felt a little elated by the feeling of throwing money in public and winning people's respect. "We should be more grateful to the Lord of Hosts and His Majesty the Emperor. He gave us food and clothing and brought us victory and glory."
"To His Majesty the Emperor!"
"To victory, to glory!"
The drinkers are always tolerant of the person who treats them and they all speak in agreement, especially since what the person said was the truth.
A monk walked into the tavern, his bald head standing out a bit.
"Look, a monk has arrived. Will he join us in drinking and merrymaking?"
Although many monks drank alcohol in private, doing so openly was still considered disrespectful.
The monk did not take it as an offense, and still said with a smile: "Everyone, I am not here to please myself, but to record history."
"What do we have to record?"
"If you want to write an epic, you should go to the gentlemen."
"Maybe it's because he's not qualified, hahaha."
The drunks burst into laughter, and after a few drinks, their awe of the monks was forgotten.
The monk became serious and made the sign of the cross on his chest: "Are only kings and lords qualified to be recorded? Godfrey of Bouillon, Bohemond and Tancred of Taranto, Raymond of Toulouse - aren't these great figures recorded in the epic also able to achieve great deeds with the help of many loyal and fearless knights? His Majesty the Emperor has never ignored your achievements, let alone a humble servant like me."
He was talking about the leaders of the First Crusade and the founders of the Crusader states.
For a moment, the drunken knights were stunned.
With their knowledge, they were unable to say these words, but they felt as if these words touched their hearts, making their faces turn red and their blood boil.
Fighting under the leadership of Lothar, they had little room for personal display. Although they won more easily, they all had a sense of loss in their hearts. Conquering Damascus was indeed a great feat, but they were just a group of insignificant little people. They could only get a tiny bit of this glory.
Being praised so highly by the monks greatly satisfied their inner needs.
The knight who "scattered money" agreed loudly: "Yes, under the leadership of the emperor, we have accomplished a great feat. We are destined to go down in history! Respected monk, please record our names!"
The knights' attitude became much more humble, and these drunkards talked to the monks in turn, telling or bragging about their battle experiences.
These drunkards were rarely so well-behaved. They swore that no other day in the long first half of their lives could compare to the fullness, satisfaction and happiness they felt today.
Before leaving, the monk bowed to everyone and said, "Everyone, I am the assistant of Bishop Urdin, and I come here on the orders of His Majesty the Emperor. I promise that your names, families, and even coats of arms will be engraved on the monument that will soon be erected in Damascus."
The knights were surprised and quickly stood up to apologize for their previous rudeness, even though they had apologized many times.
The monk smiled and said, "It's alright everyone. I concealed my identity to ensure that what you said is true - at least, most of it is true."
The knights' faces turned red. Most of the people present were acquaintances, and the boasting they had just made would soon be exposed. But even so, what they said was much more embellished.
For example, if a man rescues a woman in distress, even though he wants to have sex with her for a night and actually does so, he will only admit that he is the embodiment of chivalrous virtue, helping the weak and punishing the strong.
Long after the monks left, the tavern still hadn't regained its lively atmosphere; people were all lost in thought and fantasy.
When they thought about the future, their descendants, or the stranger pilgrims who came to the monument, saw their names and prayed devoutly, they felt that they were floating in the air.
In the Damascus Palace.
"it is finally over."
Lothar stretched and stayed in Saladin's bedroom for the first time.
"I thought you were enjoying it, being so powerful and in the spotlight. Everyone is just a supporting role in front of you. I think Raymond and the two kings are jealous."
Jeanne on the side teased and helped Losa take off his heavy dress.
"I've had enough of being in the spotlight every day. I really regret not bringing Coors with me. Otherwise, I could have pushed all the problems to him and hidden myself in the background."
There were many matters at hand, but there was only one Coors.
Fortunately, most of the knights in the order were literate and had a certain level of knowledge, so Lothar drafted them all into service to help them share the heavy burden of government affairs.
"You can't just pick on Coors all the time. He's already working hard enough."
Losa couldn't help but laugh and said, "He has indeed worked hard. If Kurs hadn't been in charge of the rear and coordinated the transportation of supplies, this battle wouldn't have been so easy. Now that the situation has been settled, I can finally breathe a sigh of relief."
He did not plan to send out more troops. The fall of Damascus would be similar to the fall of Cairo. The remaining forces of the Ayyubid dynasty would become a mess in the future. There was no need for him to take action personally. The most he could do was to send Viviana and the others to ride Radon for a few laps.
He had more important things to do, which was to study the rewards for becoming emperor.
Early the next morning, huge stone tablets were erected in Damascus Square. They were the building rewards that Lothar had drawn before, used to record everyone's merits and demerits.
These huge buildings soon attracted a large number of visitors, and even the Saracens were amazed by them. It was reasonable that Saladin would be defeated by a miracle worker.
"Another miracle that rose from the ground overnight!"
"Again?"
"You may not know this, but in Ella Harbor, there is a tower called Siegfried's Tower, as well as the New Habsburg and the sacred tree on the Sinai Peninsula. These holy objects all rose from the ground overnight."
"Oh my God!"
The inexperienced Gallic knight was so shocked that he was speechless. He landed directly in Tripoli and had not witnessed these miracles with his own eyes.
"You don't know this. These landmark buildings are now the places that pilgrims from the east must visit. Otherwise, it would be a wasted trip."
"Oh my god, Reynard's crimes are actually engraved on the tombstone!"
A noble suddenly exclaimed.
A crowd of people quickly gathered around, their hearts sweating.
In Europe at this time, the historical records were very incomplete and objective, so many cruel and inhumane lords never considered their "reputation after death".
By erecting such a monument, Losa had completely nailed Reynald of Châtillon to the pillar of shame in history.
"Father, if it's me whose name is engraved on it, I'd rather die."
"Death is not the end, and the family's reputation will also be affected."
A nobleman with outstanding knowledge said: "The records here are quite objective. Sir Reynard's achievements are not omitted. I think His Majesty the Emperor is not deliberately targeting Sir Reynard, but is warning us."