Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks-Chapter 374 - 61: Trial

In the evening, Losa left the Empire Library, carrying a book as thick as a brick.

Inside it contained most of the savings Anna had accumulated over the years, fifty thousand Suludes Gold Coins, not a single coin short.

This book employed space-folding technology, concealing a world within, undoubtedly the legacy of Anna’s predecessor.

Losa was merely borrowing it temporarily.

Watching Losa’s figure depart, Anna sighed softly.

She truly wanted to find a support for the Empress, making it easier on herself too.

In the Eastern Empire, being a mediocre Empress was not difficult, like Empress Zoe, whose power was completely undermined by her lover, a fool.

But to be an Empress aiming to revive the Empire, surpass the Three Komnenos Emperors (Alexius I, John II, Manuel), and rectify the failures of Constantine X and Michael VII, was indeed incredibly difficult.

In this regard, Losa was absolutely more suitable than her as a good helper.

...

When Losa walked into the front hall, Jeanne was lazily lying on a lounge chair, with a small table beside her holding a wine glass filled with dark red liquid. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

Her legs were raised, lifting her skirt to reveal a large area of smooth, tanned skin.

"You’re back quite early."

She picked up the wine glass, gesturing, "Care for a drink?"

Losa frowned, "You should at least pay attention to your image; after all, you’re the Saintess Jeanne in the eyes of countless believers, the Grand Master of the Holy Church Knight Order."

Jeanne rolled her eyes at him, sneering, "A Saintess must remain chaste."

Losa: "..."

"Fine, do as you like then. I’m going to check on Chelina. If she’s ready, we’ll start the trial tonight."

Jeanne confidently said, "No problem, right now I have about half my full power. As long as the Wolf Lord himself doesn’t come out, the rest are easy to handle."

Jeanne was the absolute main force in this combat record. Her holy radiance was already adept at dealing with dark creatures, combined with the Talent "Holy Protection," which granted an additional fifty percent damage increase, plus the extra enhancement of the Holy Spear.

Losa couldn’t even imagine how strong Jeanne was now when dealing with dark creatures.

...

When Losa arrived at Chelina’s room, she had probably just finished bathing, wearing a loose silk shirt, flicking her damp long hair back and forth, with water droplets splashing onto Losa’s face, making him subconsciously think of a freshly bathed puppy.

"My lord, I didn’t notice you."

"Sorry."

She handed him a towel with an apologetic face, her tail behind her sweeping anxiously back and forth.

Given her vigilance, if she hadn’t subconsciously categorized Losa as an absolutely safe target, she couldn’t have ignored his approach.

"It’s okay."

Losa’s gaze was fixed on her ears, wet, wondering if they would get water inside during a shower.

"Are you ready?"

Chelina seemed clearly hesitant.

Since it was brought up last night, her mind had been in turmoil, solely thinking about how to face her clan members and father, without considering how to complete this trial.

"I don’t know, I’ll just follow your lead for everything."

"Then let’s level you up first. Is that convenient for you now?"

"Of course."

She quickly stepped aside from the room door, signaling Losa to come in.

"No need, you haven’t completed the trial; it’s just a simple level-up, not an elite transformation, there won’t be any special commotion."

Losa opened that thick book, the stored Gold Coins in it, piled like a small mountain, all transformed into golden flowing light, converging onto Chelina: "Shall we have dinner together tonight and then proceed with the trial?"

"Okay."

Watching Losa’s departing figure, Chelina inexplicably felt a sense of peace. She’s not someone good at making decisions, so having someone make decisions and think for her felt particularly comfortable.

The night grew deeper.

Losa and others all returned to their beds, preparing to sleep.

Losa turned to face Prajna, seeing her cold eyes unblinkingly staring at him, so he said, "Rest assured, there won’t be any accidents this time."

"I’m feeling a bit sleepy."

There was rare confusion in Prajna’s tone, as this kind of drowsiness was quite foreign for her, who had not slept for a very long time.

"Then sleep."

Saying this, Losa also felt a wave of drowsiness rising within him, his eyelids heavy as if weighing a thousand pounds, and the scene before him gradually blurred along with Prajna’s slowly closing eyes and those long black eyelashes.

The system’s prompt sounded.

You are about to partake in the squire’s advancement trial, Phase One combat record—the Wolf Race civil war.

You can choose any squire to join this combat record trial.

Prajna, Hans, Furinjira, Jeanne, Kurs, Chelina, Urding, Marles, Hog—these squires’ avatars appeared before him.

This decision was easy.

Losa immediately excluded Blacksmith Marles and Ascetic Urding. Although they had some combat capabilities, Losa had only raised them twenty levels during times of financial abundance. Such combat power couldn’t even defeat an Elite Wolf Race. If a direct conflict occurred, they’d undoubtedly be a liability.

You are about to enter the combat record world.

Please wait.

The scene before Losa’s eyes was engulfed in darkness.

...

Jerusalem.

Hans, clutching the Treasure Sword at his waist, was leading a team of Royal Knights patrolling the Royal Palace.

Suddenly, he felt a wave of dizziness, an overwhelming sense of drowsiness that made him want to collapse into sleep immediately, coming on so quickly and intensely.

A segment of speech surfaced in his mind: Revered Knight Hans, your lord—Losa von Habsburg, is summoning you into the Trial World. If you accept the summons, please find somewhere to lie down right away.

"Is my lord summoning me?"

Hans didn’t hesitate; he immediately gave a few instructions to the soldiers beside him, then headed directly to the Royal Knight Order’s quarters within the palace, ready to enter sleep.

...

In the depths of the sea, various corals glowed phosphorescently.

Captain Hog, somewhat translucent, wore a captain’s hat askew.

He walked on the sea floor as if it were solid ground.

He walked straight into the massive broken barque in front of him.

"Tsk, this wreck of a ship sinking in such a godforsaken place, really took me a while to find."

Captain Hog had previously acquired a piece of a treasure map during a raid, said to be from twelve great pirates who once located the remnants of a sunken ship. Unable to divide the spoils due to limited manpower, they combined forces to draw a treasure map, keeping one piece each.

Lately, Captain Hog had extraordinary luck, successfully piecing together these twelve fragments.

Following the clues, he traveled south along Aden Bay, taking him well over half a month.

The interior of the sunken ship was filled with decaying silk and barrels that once likely held priceless spices, now turned to rubbish, leaving only those glittering Gold Coins and radiant gold bars as the truly incorruptible treasures.

Captain Hog’s eyes twinkled at the sight.

For pirates, pursuing wealth was an instinct for life, no matter that they’d become the living dead, devoid of touch, smell or taste, with only vision and hearing remaining.

At that moment, he suddenly felt a wave of drowsiness.

Captain Hog’s gaze grew blurry, this long-forgotten drowsiness...