The grand banquet was held outdoors.
The Jewish merchant-led urban class sent wagons loaded with meat and grain, forming a queue that stretched for hundreds of meters.
Bards from all corners sang ballads praising the Crusaders.
Coptic faction monks moved through the feast, circulating among the Crusader nobles and offering wine produced on lands belonging to their monasteries, hoping to win the Crusader nobles' support.
Egypt's St. Mark's Cathedral had always been the undisputed center of Coptic Christianity. That was why, after all these years, it remained well maintained rather than old and dilapidated like the one in Damietta.
But they knew their own affairs best. Ever since the Venetians had stolen St. Mark's remains, the cathedral's sacred significance had declined sharply.
Many pilgrims came here specifically to venerate the holy remains, and they were also an important source of financial support for St. Mark's Cathedral's operations.
The less funding they had, the harder it became to maintain the monasteries and give alms to the poor. The more this continued, the fewer believers they had, and the weaker their influence became.
Thus, these Coptic faction monks were deeply worried that Lothar would abolish their status, or even order them to vacate the cathedral for the envoy sent by Papal City.
"Bishop, you needn't worry that I'll have Bishop Sebastian take over St. Mark's Cathedral. As I said before, we are not raiders. We came to liberate the Copts, our brothers in Christ."
Seeing the Coptic Bishop's ingratiating smile and how he repeatedly seemed to want to speak but held back, Lothar spoke helplessly.
"I plan to requisition a Zoroastrianism temple and make it Bishop Sebastian's cathedral in Alexandria. I'll need you to put more effort into this matter."
Having received Lothar's promise, the Coptic Bishop immediately agreed without hesitation.
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