Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks-Chapter 649 - 421: Worlds Within and Without

In the surprised gaze of the young girl, Losa did not recklessly approach but instead communicated with her from afar.

This time, his clarity lasted a long while.

The two conversed for a long time.

With excellent learning ability, he even learned part of the girl's language.

She had never heard of the Crusaders.

Which means the First Crusade likely hasn't started.

The ruler of Kiev Rus, the Rurik above all Ruriks, is not Vsevolod.

Losa vaguely

This is in the past.

But the Ghost Dragon is evidently not the Bronze Dragon that controls time, so this world likely comes from the Ghost Dragon's memories of the past.

Getting out is difficult.

A Ghost Dragon is a type of Evil Spirit Dragon Species born from abandoning its physical form; it discarded its original body, and its spiritual power as a Caster is terrifyingly high.

The soul's heaviness brought by its long life before death is not something Losa can compare to.

"Losa, you're going to turn into that Demon Dragon again, aren't you?"

"Yes."

"Will you wake up next time?"

"I don't know."

Losa smiled bitterly, hesitated for a moment, and still said, "Before that, I will send you down the mountain first."

He didn't know if his actions had any significance. If this was indeed the world from the Ghost Dragon's memories as he guessed, these events that once occurred, even if he intervened, would have no impact.

Conversely, the more he interfered, the more quickly the Ghost Dragon would become aware of his existence and devour him.

Prajna and the others must be very anxious now.

Losa sighed lightly.

...

"Don't worry, the master will be fine."

Prajna said with certainty.

After Losa fell unconscious, the group no longer had the desire to keep entangling with the enemy, coupled with

"Sorry, if it weren't for my stubbornness..."

Cherinita's eyes were red around the edges,

Prajna smiled and shook her head: "It won't be a problem, don't forget who I am; the master is just temporarily unconscious for a while, he will soon"

Jeanne frowned deeply, usually cheerful and generous, she now appeared less composed than Prajna.

"They've all left, can you tell me the truth now?"

Prajna still had a gentle smile on her face: "I've never thought the master would have his soul devoured by some beast. Jeanne, don't underestimate the master."

"Xie Lingyun, get back here and let Prajna talk to me!"

Jeanne's tone was sharp.

"When I used to fight alongside Xiao Qizi, you all didn't know where you were. I've never underestimated him, but confrontations on the soul level are extremely dangerous. Can we just wait like this without doing anything?"

"What if he really needs our help?"

"What can we do to help?"

"I... I don't know, but it's definitely not just sitting here waiting. Go find Anna or other Witches. The extraordinary powers in this world are varied and bizarre; I refuse to believe there's no one specializing in studying souls."

Prajna sighed lightly.

"It's too late."

"If you trust me, just go back and wait peacefully, handle your military duties."

Jeanne breathed softly, lowered her head, her voice no longer so domineering: "Sorry, Prajna, I shouldn't have said those things. I trust what you said, the master will wake up. With that rascal's skills, a brainless Evil Dragon can't do anything to him."

"Yes, that's right."

Prajna spoke confidently, and after Jeanne left, she turned to look back, then lay down on the desk.

The desk was covered densely with sheets of paper, all written with the same sentence in Latin, Greek, Gaulish, Old Norse, Chinese, Fusang... countless languages, containing just that simple line.

"Losa will defeat the soul of the Ghost Dragon and wake up safely."

The Book Immortal's talent "Divine Brushstroke", beyond being used for summoning, actually carries a slight effect of causality; whatever is written will come true to some extent.

But Prajna herself was unsure of how much effect her currently "weak" power could have, this once seemingly divine ability that could break mountains with a stroke, summon thunder with a word, and kill anyone named in the Book of Life and Death.

...

Lavinia quietly wrote the Code, her face although not showing any emotion, appeared earnest in her work, but her ears drooped miserably between her brown short hair, and the strokes drawn by the pen were all unaware short sentences.

Although she spoke respectfully, the tone contained undisguisable arrogance, the noble envoy said: "Grand Treasurer, the most esteemed Augustus, His Majesty Philip, the sole monarch of all Gaul wishes to see the Grand Marshal at tonight's banquet."

Kurs's voice was low: "Forgive me, the Duke is willing to attend the King's banquet, but lately the Duke is unwell and needs quiet rest, thus he must reluctantly decline His Majesty's kind invitation."

The envoy's tone remained unchanged: "Grand Treasurer, my Majesty has brought along a highly skilled Court Physician, if your esteemed lord requires, my Majesty is more than willing to send this physician to diagnose your esteemed lord."

Kurs chuckled and said: "Your esteemed lord is new to the Holy Land and may not know, now the recognized highest medical skills in the Holy Land belong to the Bishop of the Lazarus Order, Lord Urding of the Alandler District, who has already treated the Duke, just requiring three to five days of recuperation to recover."

"That's all the better then."

The envoy's smile carried hidden meaning: "But your esteemed lord as the Grand Marshal of the Crusaders attacking Egypt, on the eve of the decisive battle, if unable to recover in time, please consider the bigger picture and relinquish the position soon."

Kurs chuckled silently: "If our esteemed lord truly cannot recover in time, naturally he would not hold the position empty and delay the major matters, but I wonder if that really happens, to which monarch should the Marshal position be given?"

The envoy nearly blurted out but quickly shut his mouth, bowed and said: "It would naturally be elected by the Lords jointly."

Watched the envoy leave.

Kurs chuckled lightly: "Too bad he didn't fall into the trap."

Furin suddenly appeared beside Kurs, her voice full of murderous intent: "I hate this person, and I hate those two human Kings; I want to kill them all tonight!"

Kurs smiled bitterly: "My lady, at a time like this, please don't provoke others further, as Richard the Lionheart and King Philip both have strong Casters by their side, you alone may not be their match."

"I don't care; if the master... if the master doesn't wake up, I'll kill everyone!"

Furin's voice held a sobbing tone: "No one should live; all should be buried with him!"

Kurs sighed lightly and whispered comfortingly: "My lady, if that time really comes, if this is truly your wish, I will help you."

He had helped Losa establish such a foundation, but in fact, as far as Kurs himself was concerned, he wasn't very concerned about these things; if Losa needed him to do so, that was his duty, but if Losa were gone, he would not hesitate to destroy it himself.