Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks-Chapter 437 - 119: The Marquis Returns

Time at sea always passes exceptionally slowly.

Horses and carriages are too slow; unless the Ocean Disaster was at full speed, its pace was just that. This kind of rushed travel life always made Losa long for the days of planes and high-speed rail.

It would be great if he could summon a retainer skilled in spatial teleportation.

Losa often had such thoughts.

After playing a game of dice with the sailors of the Ocean Disaster, he casually threw the dice aside—nowadays, his skills with the dice had become unsurpassed on the Ocean Disaster.

The coins on these zombie sailors were all won by him; now, whenever he wanted to play dice, they instantly showed expressions of terror and were unwilling to accompany him for even another round.

A master finds solitude, and such is the case.

Standing alone at the ship’s prow, Losa felt a bit restless.

"I wonder if the war has already erupted, and which route will Saladin choose to advance from?"

In the history of his previous life, Saladin’s offensive against the Holy Land was closely tied to the intense infighting in Jerusalem.

At that time, Baldwin IV passed away, and Princess Sibylla rose to power as the Regent Queen.

Her husband, Guy of Lusignan, naturally became the Regent King.

As the young little king, Sibylla’s son with her ex-husband William, Baldwin V died unexpectedly shortly after ascending the throne, the couple naturally shed the prefix of regency and became the rightful King and Queen of Jerusalem.

The power balance between the Noble Faction and the Empress Faction was completely disrupted, and Duke Raymond was ousted from the center of power.

The process sounds simple, but the power struggle was full of intrigue.

The cause of Baldwin V’s death is suspicious; Guy of Lusignan, and even Princess Sibylla herself, the two greatest beneficiaries, are both suspected of poisoning him.

The Noble Faction explicitly opposed Guy’s accession, and the Patriarch of Jerusalem was unwilling to crown him. If not for the external threat, it might have even evolved into a palace coup.

The internal strife between the factions intensified, with Raymond even clearly stating that Sibylla must divorce Guy.

With this struggle, although a civil war did not break out.

Jerusalem, which originally could barely clench into a fist, completely became scattered sand.

But now, such a situation can never occur.

Baldwin IV was looked after by Urding, and his illness had been suppressed to the point where it would hardly cause much impact.

The manservant by his side, the man who always carried a Demon-Blocking Golden Sword, was also outstanding in martial ability.

And then there’s Nishaya, a budding Legendary Wizard, the only one of Anna Komnenos’s students destined to inherit his legacy.

The safety of Baldwin IV is certainly not an issue.

"Your Majesty, you’ve played the dying man for so long; isn’t it time to take charge again?"

Losa’s fingers gently tapped against the ship’s railing.

On the deck, zombie sailors circled "Eclipse," a spirited unicorn nightmare steed with great destructive power, could only find playful companions among these fearless, fun-seeking zombie sailors.

The Wolf Poison Potion developed by Furinjira had finally reached completion with the rapid progress in the world of Combat Records. Hans was fortunate enough to be the first test subject—the results exceeded expectations.

After drinking the Wolf Blood Potion mixed with Chelina’s fresh blood, Hans’s strength swelled by at least half within a quarter-hour, leaping from the level of an ordinary Centurion to that of an elite level Centurion. The side effects were minimal, only leaving him somewhat weak for a while, and his combat strength could still maintain at least ninety percent.

Chelina’s enhancement was much smaller; her Wolf Race bloodline is more noble, while not as pure as Hans’s, in quality, it certainly surpasses his. Whether using her own blood or Hans’s to concoct the Wolf Poison Potion, its enhancement on Chelina would not exceed one-fifth.

It has not yet been tested on ordinary people.

The veteran troops had long since embarked back to the Holy Land, leaving not a single normal living person aboard the entire Ocean Disaster.

Moreover, the production of the Wolf Poison Potion is limited.

The werewolves in this world are not of the same race as Hans and Chelina; the raw materials can only be sourced from Chelina and Hans, so how can the production be high?

All in all, it’s useful, but not that useful. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Looking up.

Through the moonlit, shimmering, starry sea, shoals of fish suddenly gathered overhead, only to be scattered by the waves stirred up by the Ocean Disaster.

Without turning his head, Losa inquired, "Are we surfacing?"

"That’s right, sir, we are very close to land now."

Captain Hog, who had unknowingly arrived behind him, said respectfully, "It’s night now; we’re sailing along the shore and should reach our destination soon."

"Very good."

Losa felt a weight lift from his heart.

Finally, he could escape this sunless underwater realm.

Once was a novel journey, and twice could be grudgingly accepted, but Losa had already experienced a month’s voyage in the Combat Records and then another half-month’s voyage upon returning. He swore that unless necessary, he would never take a sea journey again!

Another thing Losa couldn’t stand was that the Ocean Disaster had no secrets from Hog.

He couldn’t even find a private cabin to have an intimate moment with Jeanne.

...

In the deep night.

On the streets of Jaffa, soldiers holding torches patrolled back and forth.

Their armor clanged on the silent streets; this was the only sound in Jaffa City at night. Almost every city had a curfew, and Jaffa City was no exception.

Anyone appearing on the streets, regardless of good or ill, or for whatever reason, they had the authority to arrest or even execute them on the spot.

In the distance, a faint sound of hooves suddenly came.

The sound of the hooves quickly grew louder and louder.

"Who goes there?"

The soldiers called out.

Many instinctively placed their hands on their weapons; arrows were nocked on bowstrings. Although anyone passing through the city gates at this time and entering the city on horseback was likely one of their own.

But they dared not let their guard down.

After all, no one would choose to travel at night.

Heavy hoofbeats, like a giant demonic beast in the darkness, emitted an overwhelming aura.

A huge, single-horned horse-shaped creature gradually showed its silhouette under the torchlight.

The knight on its back spoke from on high, "I am Losa of Transjordan, take me to see your lord."

"Lord Losa?"

A soldier summoned the courage to approach and brought the torch closer.

"No need to panic; my steed is just wearing an iron helmet with a horn, not some demon from Hell."

"It’s really the lord!"

The soldier breathed a sigh of relief and gestured to his companions behind him; they then lowered their weapons.

"Excited to see me?"

"Lord, I once followed you in the Battle of Kaler Castle..."

The soldier’s face was filled with excitement, like a young fan finally meeting his idol.

"Mm, I have an impression of you."

Losa nodded slightly.