Losa furrowed his brow, pondering where to allocate the attribute points next.
In the distance, the sound of warhorses neighing reached his ears. On their saddlebags, emblazoned with the Double-headed Eagle Badge, "Grapes" brought Losa's and the others' mounts galloping towards them.
They charged straight into the lush canopy of the Tree of Life, where there was a small lake with clear and sweet-flowing water.
"Poor Grapes, who knows how much suffering they endured along the way."
Jeanne leapt down from the castle wall.
Leonard, witnessing this scene, opened his mouth, intending to ask how many Saint Apostles the Lord really had.
Can I be counted as one?
But he dared not ask.
"Alright, Leonard, have soone prepare so fine feed, reward these ritorious ones, and then prepare us a dinner, not too lavish. Tonight, we'll stay here at your place."
Leonard quickly replied, "Yes, my lord."
"My lord, would you like one?"
Furinjira slipped a chocolate stick into Losa's mouth. As he tasted it, he found it matcha-flavored.
He thought this chocolate biscuit box should indeed be called "Forrest's Biscuit Box" given its nature.
He ca to sit by the edge of the castle wall, shoulder to shoulder with Furinjira, enjoying this rare sweet treat.
He pondered where to allocate the attribute points gained from leveling up five tis, and he also considered what to ask Anna for as a reward for this trip.
Twenty-five attribute points, eighteen of which were allocated evenly among Power, Agility, and Physical Strength.
As for Endurance, he felt his defense was sufficient and decided not to add any points.
The remaining points were not imdiately added to Spiritual Power.
The ditation thod being less effective when Spiritual Power was high, he planned to keep them and use them in battle.
Anyway, the bath of Dragon Blood hadn't affected him, proving that his current level of Spiritual Power sufficed.
"Furin, do you think I should ask for the Transformation Technique or space-related Magic? Which would be more practical?"
Actually, Magic Potion is also good, but he certainly didn't have the energy to research it.
Honestly, could he, the distinguished Count of Transjordan, spend his days in a gloomy basent, stirring a cauldron as an Alchemist?
As for counting on Furinjira?
Losa glanced at the young girl beside him, squinting as she bit into a cookie. He felt like he was dreaming.
"Space Teleportation Magic is more suitable, ensuring your safety better."
"But it's quite challenging, and I'm uncertain if you can learn it."
Losa nodded.
Space Magic, indeed, has high entry requirents and slow effectiveness.
Even a powerful Witch like Anna could only use the Transformation Technique for urgent travel, showing space-related Magic isn't that practical.
"The legend of the Trojan Horse in this world is reportedly related to space Witchcraft."
Losa rubbed the short stubble on his jaw. It was a common thing to have facial hair in this era.
However, he found it unhygienic, often seeing burly Knights wiping their mouths with beards already covered in soup after als.
So he maintained his shaving habit, not exactly rebellious, though the latter might get him mistaken for an Orthodox Monk.
Public Church mbers all wore their hair in diterranean style.
"Perhaps I should personally ask Anna for advice—but she mistook for a powerful Wizard in a weak period—well, that's actually my responsibility."
"So the advice from her mouth may very well not be suitable for ."
"If it truly doesn't work out, then I'll just take that young Sea Dragon she boasts about, the one supposedly restoring the Eastern Empire Navy's glory."
Losa tousled Furinjira's hair, good hair, good sound, and even better volu.
"Pirates on the Red Sea don't need a Sea Dragon for handling; Hog and his Ghost Ship will do."
"Besides, unlike the Eastern Empire with its long coastline, at this stage, I must focus on land power."
The "at this stage" was because, in Losa's vision, once he captured the Egyptian granary, how could he not develop a Navy to secure a share of the diterranean trade?
The Crusaders' Fleet, Venice and Genoa's Fleets, and the Eastern Empire's Fleet were all called brothers in Christ, but didn't necessarily count as reliable.
At this mont.
The Tree of Life began to glow a dim green light, a refreshing aura, seemingly brewing vibrant life, perating the whole of New Habsburg.
"The Tree of Life is entering its adolescent phase."
Losa stood up.
Inside the castle, in the marketplace, in the villages, people were drawn by this phenonon and moved towards the Tree of Life.
Losa had already sent soone to explain the dayti battle; they were not worried about further danger.
As more "pilgrims" gathered under the Tree of Life.
Losa seed to vaguely see fine lines connecting from the tops of the pilgrims' heads to the canopy of the Tree of Life.
"What is this?"
"It's faith."
Jeanne had sohow co to his side.
"The small tree is becoming a god, like the Totem Gods and Animal Gods worshipped by people in Black Africa."
"My lord, you must have a special connection with the small tree, otherwise you wouldn't be able to see these lines."
Losa frowned: "Then why haven't the Holy Objects and Holy Images worshipped in the Church beco gods?"
Jeanne shrugged: "The Tree of Life is intrinsically a Totem-like deity worshipped by Elves; the small tree has probably just awakened its original abilities."
"And, my lord should know, no one can guarantee that behind those Holy Objects, no real gods exist—if they do, people's faith will go to those deities the Holy Objects represent rather than stay within the objects."
Losa realized: "I see."
Becoming a god doesn't an the Tree of Life will imdiately undergo so transformation. So Totem Gods from tribes in Black Africa are often used by Wizards for brewing potions or are turned into magical artifacts, tools—not grand at all.
"And one more thing, my lord."
Jeanne extended her hand, receiving a green light dot that fell from the sky, watching it dissipate in her palm, she couldn't help but smile and said, "My lord, you speak boldly, but have you seen which Holy Objects you can say—those Holy Artifacts haven't beco gods?"
Losa followed the advice: "Indeed, Jeanne, you've considered this more comprehensively than I have."
In his ear, a notification tone sounded.
You've bathed in the Rain of Life, making you nearly immune to Disease for a year.
This is a gift.
Many pilgrims could feel their external wounds, backs, legs, and hands aching from fatigue, remarkably relieved.
In Losa's view, those lines of faith beca more prominent.
"If I weren't the Count of Transjordan, I would now have to worry that the Tree of Life would be branded a Pagan God, readying for a Crusader attack one day."
But that's not the case now.
The Jerusalem Orthodox Church already had an "Eastern" altered aspect.
Adding a Holy Object like the "Tree of Life" or ignoring it wouldn't be too difficult.
Of course, all this required Losa's control of power. If Emperor Henry, Richard the Lionheart, or those European Monarchs ca, Losa might not have a say.
These European Monarchs not only possessed strong armies and vast lands but also Wizards' allegiance.
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