CHAPTER 59: CHAPTER 52: MIRACLE

The brand-new gray bricks stood out starkly against the sand-eroded, earth-toned world around them.

The black eagle banner fluttered at the top of the Lord’s Hall.

Leonard knew this was the personal emblem of his new lord.

The drowsy soldier stepped out of the barracks, stretching lazily and asked, "Old Leonard, what happened?"

"Is it time for drills? I heard that the man named Model is quite a strict officer. If we’re late, we’ll definitely get whipped."

"See for yourself!"

Leonard raised his hand, wanting to point, but worried about being disrespectful, he quickly put it down.

Apart from this newly rejuvenated castle, not inferior to the Great Lord’s castle at all, a huge stone military camp had also been built on a vacant lot beside the city wall.

Two flags hung from the tower of the military camp.

One was the familiar black eagle banner, and the other had a red background with a cavalryman wielding a lance and with wings on its back.

"Did you hear any noise last night?"

"No, there’s no way such an awe-inspiring construction could be built overnight!"

The castle’s main building was merely renovated and newly adorned from the outside.

But this stone military camp clearly emerged from nothing, standing up overnight!

"A miracle!"

"This is a miracle!"

"This is the will of the Heavenly Father!"

Leonard instinctively murmured to himself, "The Lord is a Divine Favored!"

Losa appeared behind Leonard at some point, wearing a silk shirt, and drew a cross in front of himself: "Indeed, this is the will of the Heavenly Father."

With a calm face indifferent to honor or disgrace: "Do not be shocked by this, miracles are not for worship, but tools to help us protect the Holy Land."

The system constructs buildings without the massive chaotic movement of bricks flying and stacked layer by layer.

Instead, it renovates, processes, or directly builds ex nihilo based on the actual location.

This kind of void-creation method startled Losa quite a bit last night.

"Yes, My Lord, we understand!"

Soon, the silent Jorgelisburg awakened.

Voices filled the air, everyone was awestruck by the scene of the miracle.

Some even put down everything they were doing to worship outside the Lord’s Hall, but Leonard drove them away with curses.

"Such a miracle is not for your worship, the Lord said, it is a tool bestowed by the Heavenly Father to defend the Holy Land!"

...

"Hans, did you choose a suitable cavalry candidate last night?"

Losa found Hans.

Hans wasn’t greatly shocked by the system creations, he was well aware of everything that happened last night, but couldn’t help but feel a sense of urgency.

As a One-Star Attendant, he had no advantage over Winged Cavalry. If these "outsiders" really surpassed him, it would be quite embarrassing!

Moreover, the Winged Cavalry were the rivals of their Teutonic Order.

The independent town they subdued, that independence, was them!

Hans secretly resolved: he must strive hard to improve, even if he couldn’t develop skills, at least enhance his Attribute Value!

"There’s one. His name is Ulm, used to herd for the village chief, later became a posthouse soldier for Jorgelisburg, often traveling between Jerusalem and Jorgelisburg, his riding skill is decent."

Losa frowned: "Only one?"

Hans was also a bit helpless: "There are a few others who have ridden horses, but their riding skills are clearly inferior to Ulm; it’s too forced to train them as mounted soldiers."

In this era, apart from nomads and knights, proficient riders were truly scarce.

Losa understood this and nodded, then said, "Bring this Ulm over, I’ve decided to promote him to my first cavalryman."

In the army, not only are rewards and punishments clearly distinguished but the competent are prioritized.

Even among the short, choosing a general, this Ulm was the best among eighty-some soldiers.

He planned to use this man to test the waters.

Ulm soon arrived.

He was a young man with a dark complexion but reasonably handsome features, his chin adorned with sparse facial hair, wearing a chain armor shirt with holes.

"Ulm, are you a Germanic?"

Ulm quickly replied: "Yes, My Lord, my father is from Bavaria. He participated in the second Eastern Expedition; we settled in Sego at that time."

"Good."

Considered pure-blooded.

Ulm asked tentatively: "My Lord, do you truly want me to be a cavalryman?"

"Of course, you will be my first cavalryman!"

His expression was overly excited, causing his speech to be somewhat broken: "M-My Lord, I am honored—I mean, I am honored to be the first cavalryman of the Heavenly Father’s favored."

Losa’s display of a "miracle" had already made this devout soldier regard Losa as a new Holy Son.

"Lead your steed and follow me."

Losa led the soldier to the entrance of the Winged Cavalry’s barracks.

This towering stone building, rather than a military camp, is more like a miniature fortress.

Losa first stepped into the military camp: "From now on, this will be your camp. You will become a glorious Winged Cavalry and train here."

Ulm did not hesitate, leading the distributed warhorse and followed inside.

There is a giant racetrack here.

On both sides of the field, there are weapon racks displaying armor and long spears.

Losa led him to the side of the weapon rack.

Ulm gazed somewhat bewilderingly at the slender lances over four meters long, skillfully donning the armor piece by piece with Losa’s assistance.

Losa finally held a broadsword in hand and said, "Kneel, Cavalry. As your Lord, I will bestow the sword upon you!"

Ulm immediately knelt on one knee, raised both hands, and received the broadsword.

He asked in confusion, "I...it seems that many memories have appeared in my mind, like I was born knowing how to use these weapons... Sir, is this the grace given to me by Heavenly Father?"

"Indeed, this is the grace Heavenly Father has bestowed upon you through my hand. Use this power well, protect your vow, protect the Holy City, and do not disappoint my favor towards you."

Losa looked at Ulm, who had donned new armor and a lobster helmet, the entire person seeming refreshed, and patted his shoulder.

The system notification sounded:

Your soldier has undergone rigorous training and successfully promoted to Winged Cavalry; his loyalty to you will remain at Max.

Though fifty Suludes are expensive, compared to a Winged Cavalry with combat power not inferior to a knight, even surpassing it, it is undoubtedly cost-effective.

More importantly, loyalty!

He silently raised the expected count of cavalry he wished to train from ten to twenty.

Twenty loyal and fearless Winged Cavalry, he would have an absolutely formidable core force, even if he went to Jerusalem to take office, he would be more confident.

He believed that when he returned to Jerusalem next time.

He will truly receive attention from the nobles in Jerusalem, rather than being merely an up-and-coming talent valued by Baldwin IV.

"Go, Ulm, show your weapon and equipment to everyone, tell them that loyalty surely has rewards!"

"Yes!"

Ulm excitedly rode his mount and walked out of the camp.

...

"Heavenly Father above, where did this Lord Knight come from?"

"This face...it’s Ulm!"

"Ulm, come here and let everyone see, yesterday you were just a posthouse soldier delivering messages, today you are a noble Lord Knight."

The soldiers were amazed again and again.

"It’s Cavalry, not Knight."

Ulm emphasized.

Cavalry is profession; Knight is class.

A soldier said enviously, "How wonderful, this set of armor, if taken to the market for sale, could at least buy a small manor—I’ve never seen such beautiful armor."

"Don’t speak nonsense, this is armor bestowed upon me by the Lord. I have decided to dedicate everything to the Lord, how could I sell this precious armor?"

Ulm’s face showed a trace of anger.

"Just kidding."

The soldier quickly explained, "We all know the Lord is Heavenly Father’s favored, destined to achieve great deeds as the Divine Favored, how could I truly have such ugly thoughts like Judas?"

Someone tried to smooth things over, saying, "Indeed, indeed, Ulm, don’t take this fool’s words to heart, we all know his mouth is like a mule’s behind, you never know when it will spew out a stinking mess. But I assure you, this dung hasn’t gone through his brain."

"Ulm, why not ask the Lord for a night’s leave, we’ll make a trip back to the village? Those young girls, seeing you like this, will surely lose their heads."

"Right, those who looked down on you before will now have to bow and call you Lord. They can’t even tell the difference between Knight and Cavalry!"

Ulm’s expression was resolute, shaking his head: "No, as a glorious Winged Cavalry serving the Lord, defending the Holy City is my sacred mission; these things you speak of no longer hold meaning for me."

He mounted his warhorse and flew out of the castle.

"Heavenly Father above, Ulm seems like a changed person...did he receive enlightenment from the Lord?"

"Is this still the Ulm we know?"

"When he looked at me just now, it made me feel fear!"

Soldiers familiar with Ulm looked at each other in amazement.

Losa watched the scene in silence.

He liked loyal soldiers, but he understood that such brainwashing methods were not the righteous path.

But he would still do so.

...

Ulm rode his majestic mount, outside the castle, running a lap along the wall.

He had never felt his riding skill so exquisite, having expected the armor to be quite heavy, its weight was not as surprising as he anticipated.

During the charge, he felt like a gust of roaring wind.

The wind and sand raised by the warhorse’s hooves flew past the wings on his back, producing a rustling whistle.

"This is the Winged Cavalry!"

Ulm excitedly shouted, feeling his previous life like a joke, but after meeting "Holy Son" the Lord, he achieved true redemption!