Chapter 65: Son of Nur al-Din
At this moment, in the distant March of Austria, within a palace in Vienna, the red-robed witch snuggled in the arms of the spirited Count Leopold.
He waved a letter in his hand and laughed, "Ha, I truly wasn't mistaken about this Lothar! He's a capable man. Coupled with the connections left by his staid and serious father, this investment is absolutely worthwhile."
"What about him?" The red-robed witch blinked, somewhat puzzled.
"He has already gained Baldwin IV's high regard and has been granted a castle as a fief. Now he has written to me, hoping I will fulfill our original agreement."
"A castle?"
"Yeah, I don't know where it is, but judging by the name, it must be an extremely old castle left behind from when the Eastern Empire ruled the Holy Land. In short, this is something worth celebrating."
