In the early morning, the sky was filled with gloomy clouds.
The air was perated with a faint earthy scent, as if a torrential downpour could descend at any mont.
"Compared to the inland deserts, the climate in Jerusalem is like Heaven. No wonder most nobles are unwilling to stay within their own fiefdoms."
According to the geography of the previous life, Jerusalem should belong to a subtropical diterranean climate. Although sumr rainfall would be less, it's not uncommon.
Losa washed his face by the fountain, the cold spring water made him let out a refreshing sigh.
Furinjira handed him a towel, tentatively asking, "Lord, you didn't explain clearly last night, what exactly is the relationship between you and that woman Jeanne?"
"What relationship..."
Losa pondered, asking, "Furin, who is the Sun King in your mory?"
Furinjira retorted, "Are you referring to the King from the Bourbon Family, Louis XIV? Though I don't concern myself with human history, this much I know."
"Indeed, the simulated battle is nothing but a simulation."
Losa sighed lightly.
He had been speculating whether, after this simulated battle, the historical Sun King would turn into Charles VII—after all, the history of the world of 'Yesterday's Giant Ship' was created by him based on real history.
Furin was puzzled, "What do you an?"
"Let put it this way, I had a dream where I beca Charles VII, won the Hundred Years' War, and even gained the title of Sun King ahead of ti."
"And Jeanne was my most reliable left and right arms."
Recalling the scenes from the dream, he felt a sense of being in a different world.
Although he is now in the [Lord] template, unlike the Attendant, who must allocate attribute points according to a preset ratio, he still has the freedom to distribute the attribute points he gains upon leveling up.
This can be considered a sort of privilege too.
Last night after waking up, he allocated ten attribute points to his Spiritual Power, not only because his most powerful ans is still Blood Magic, but also because he recently feels his Dragon Bloodline is further awakening within him, continually affecting him.
This is a subtle and gradual process.
It makes his conduct increasingly suited to the traits an "upper echelon" should possess.
This change can't be entirely judged as good or bad, nor is it solely due to the influence of the Dragon Bloodline. Perhaps human nature is inherently changeable—but he instinctively resists it nonetheless.
The remaining ten attribute points, four were assigned to Physical Strength, breaking it past twenty, while the residual six were split evenly between Power and Agility.
After obtaining the Shining Cross Sword, his close combat abilities have also increased, and, by combining with close combat spells like Bloodfall, his combat strength has soared.
"Just the left and right arms?"
Furinjira seed still doubtful of Losa's answer.
In her view, even if Jeanne wasn't particularly beautiful—certainly not more beautiful than her—she was still quite lovely. They shared the sa dream and spent so much ti together; surely, so sparks would have flown?
Prajna, nearby, continued packing her gear, but her movents slowed a bit.
"Yes, in the dream, we were very close comrades."
"And you called her 'dear'?"
Losa retorted, "What does that signify?"
Seeing Losa's composed deanor, Furinjira relaxed, "Alright."
'Dear' is indeed a very ordinary appellation, one Losa had used even in letters to Duke Philip of Burgundy during the simulated battle.
"It seems like I heard you talking about ?"
Jeanne approached, leading "Grape." Her expression was notably different from her usual carefree, unconcerned manner, with a hint of heaviness between her brows.
"You misheard."
Furinjira humd with so lack of confidence.
Jeanne mocked, "Do you know people who lie swallow a thousand needles?"
Losa said, "Alright then, let's set off."
The group mounted their horses, preparing to depart Jerusalem.
Jeanne suddenly comnted, "Today's weather is quite like the day of the decisive battle beneath Reims City against the Anglo-Burgundian allied forces."
Losa nodded in agreent, "Yes, so let's hurry. If we don't want to get drenched, just because it didn't rain in Reims doesn't an it won't rain today."
Jeanne hesitated, then asked, "Lord, do you need to hold the flag for you?"
Losa shook his head, "No need for that, it was only a dream, perhaps extraordinarily vivid, but you shouldn't change our relationship because of it."
He paused and then asked, "I'm curious, why did you choose to abandon the title I granted you and leave Frank after the war was won?"
Jeanne frowned, pondered for a mont, and said, "Perhaps because the real you had already left."
"You could feel it?"
Jeanne nodded.
After the battle of Reims City, he indeed had been completely in a managed state.
Jeanne's expression was sowhat complicated, "Lord, which one is truly you?"
"Yes, it's all true. After you were captured by the Burgundians, it was I who, with three thousand n, foolishly tried to challenge the Burgundians; it was also I who spoke with you in Chinon Castle, guided you in politics, fought alongside you to reclaim Paris and Reims, earning the glorious title of the Sun King."
Furinjira looked a little bewildered.
Jeanne, however, seed to fully understand and softly said, "I see."
"Thank you..."
Losa shook his head and said, "If you're referring to the first ti, there's really nothing to thank. As your comrade-in-arms, I didn't even have enough to ransom myself out, so I had to go with just my n!
Anyway, it's not like there's no chance to do it all over again."
In the first simulation, even though they recreated history, there was still a significant chance of winning the Hundred Years' War scenario—he just didn't want to win in such a humiliating way.
Jeanne couldn't help but laugh, "That's not sothing a king should do."
"Indeed, but that's what friends should do."
After saying this, Losa shouted, "Let's move out, back to Hebron!"
The party, flying the banner of the Double-headed Eagle, had just left the manor.
A well-dressed servant approached, "Count, are you leaving Jerusalem already?"
"Yes."
Losa recognized the man as the one sent by Sibilla to invite him to the manor banquet.
He was likely more than just a servant, perhaps a knight's squire or a candidate for nobility, as he wore the master's insignia.
"My lord, you've only been in Jerusalem for a day. Why are you leaving so soon?"
The attendant didn't ntion the previous invitation or Losa's absence, warmly engaging in small talk with him.
"I can't help it. As a new Count, I haven't even settled into my seat yet. How can I just abandon my domain to waste ti here in Jerusalem?"
The attendant smiled and advised, "You jest, my lord. How could being in Jerusalem be a waste of ti? This is the center of power for the entire kingdom."
"Yes, they say this city is the center of power for the entire kingdom."
Losa's voice grew almost inaudible.
"But those who are adept at playing political gas never understand that there's a saying—'those who are strong in arms will triumph.'"
Losa murmured, "Attendant, I am a staunch ally with Baron Godfrey; we advance and retreat together. Instead of wasting ti on , you might as well set your sights elsewhere."
With that, he and his soldiers and entourage sped down the street.
Leaving the attendant standing there, sowhat stunned, watching Losa's departing figure.
...
At Raymond's residence.
Regent King Raymond was being dressed by servants in refined plate armor emblazoned with a red background and a hollow yellow cross on the chest.
The armor was silver-white with nurous gold lions, crosses, gold fleur-de-lis, and trimd with gold edging depicted on it.
To Losa, the patterns on this armor seed overly flashy.
But Raymond was evidently quite pleased with it.
The aesthetics of the nobles of this era were straightforward—the more ornate, the more attractive.
He turned around in front of the large copper mirror, unable to suppress a smile on his face, "I thought this armor would be cumberso, but it surprisingly doesn't hinder movent at all."
This refined plate armor fit Raymond perfectly.
Because Losa had specifically instructed Marles to tailor it to Raymond's physique.
Marles had seen Raymond once, but perhaps this was the skill of a Master Craftsman, who could make it quite fitting without using a caliper for precise asurent.
Another piece was custom-made for Baron Godfrey's build.
As for those ordinary plate armors, they belonged to the mass-produced versions. However, when matched with chain armor, ard clothing, and other underlays, the defense wasn't much different.
In the era of plate armor, knights who were either too fat or too skinny, after inheriting their father's armor, if financially strained, would often exchange or sell the family armor.
For great nobles, they would either reward ill-fitting plate armor to their subordinates or simply hang it on an armor stand as decoration.
The servant sincerely praised, "My lord, you indeed look more heroic and extraordinary in this attire."
Regent King Raymond spoke in a deep voice, "If Count Losa sent a gift imdiately after the council eting, does it an he wants to lean towards ?"
He didn't actually have any fundantal conflicts with the King's Faction and was on good personal terms with Baron Godfrey. During this council, they even aligned with the King's Faction to implent the policy of establishing a new standing army.
The servant remained silent, not engaging in the conversation.
Because he knew his master wasn't actually asking him but was unconsciously thinking aloud, it was best to act like air.
"True, his strength is lacking; he's just an empty-titled count. Reynard of Chatillon wouldn't respect him."
A lord's ability to manage vassals relied entirely on whether he had strong ans personally.
In Raymond's eyes, Losa's power was still too weak.
"Losa is a talent, and if he and Godfrey join forces, they would practically represent half of the Southern Kingdom; it's worth wooing him."
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