Half asleep, Losa suddenly felt a wet sensation on his face and instinctively opened his eyes.
He found Prajna in white, holding a handkerchief to wipe his face.
He jokingly said, "Miss Xie has co."
Prajna rarely showed so unease, "Why still call that?"
"I think it sounds nice."
Losa grasped one of her hands, feeling it was the sa as before, and couldn’t help but feel a complex emotion of both relief and disappointnt: "If you don’t like it, how about I call you Miss Lingyun?"
Prajna asked sowhat puzzled, "Was the previous na too awkward?"
In the Anomaly state, the emotions on Prajna’s face beca much more vibrant, prompting Losa to say sothing more daring to test Prajna’s reaction—previously, he could never discern her mood from her expressions.
"Not really."
Prajna, not weak but pronounced as Pore.
Initially, it was a bit awkward, but once accustod, it beca a habit.
"But aren’t you in the Anomaly state now? Why would calling you Miss Xie be wrong?"
"Call however you like."
Prajna’s tone carried a hint of helplessness, "Feeling better?"
"A bit better, but I’m sweating a lot, lying here is uncomfortable."
Prajna hesitated briefly and then said, "Wait a mont, I’ll prepare so hot water."
"But I can’t move now..."
Actually, he could move again; with the Attribute enhancent, Losa’s recovery from the drained state was faster than ever before.
"I’ll help you wash."
Prajna casually picked up a feather pen from the table, writing imaginary Latin letters, and a large bath barrel appeared in the middle of the spacious tent, with faint steam rising from it.
She ca closer and instructed, "Lift your neck a bit."
Losa imdiately felt an emptiness beneath him, lifted up in a princess carry by the tall girl of one ter eighty.
Only after lying in the bath barrel did Losa say, "You’re warm now."
"Yes, after all, I’m alive."
Saying this, she carefully helped Losa wipe his body, pausing slightly when she reached that little tent.
"It’s been a long ti."
Losa’s eyes burned with heat, making Miss Xie feel uneasy inside.
"But you can’t move..."
Faced with Losa’s expectant gaze, Miss Xie couldn’t bring herself to refuse.
She gently placed her hand on the tent, her slender fingers resembling snakes wrapped around a pillar.
Then, she leaned down, her azure hair blocking the view.
...
The next morning.
Losa, feeling refreshed, donned the "Maximilian" Holy Cross Gothic Plate Armor with Prajna’s help.
Maximilian—one of the greatest emperors of the Habsburg Dynasty, was called the last knight of the Middle Ages, but his most notable achievent was marrying Lady Mary of Burgundy, acquiring the rich territories of Burgundy and the Lowlands, laying the keystones of Habsburg hegemony.
Speaking of which, in the simulation war as Charles VII, Losa was a contemporary of Maximilian.
The greatest rival of Charles VII’s son Louis XI was the Holy Roman Emperor Maximilian I.
This emperor, whether considered Losa’s descendant or not, left behind the Gothic Plate Armor, which was quite magnificent, adorned with golden patterns and embedded with jade and gems in many places, obviously a ceremonial armor.
Its unnecessary weight was really significant; no wonder Maximilian was pulled off his horse during a clash with mob rioters while wearing it.
Prajna tidied the red plu on his helt, stepped back a few paces, and remarked, "It looks pretty good, but you must be careful; I can sense a resentful soul hidden within it."
"Don’t worry, don’t forget, I’m the Dark Lord."
Losa tapped his chest armor, snapped his fingers, and a wisp of Holy Fla appeared—with its help, the power of his next Holy Spear could be enhanced further.
At this mont.
The attendant led over Eclipse.
The full plate armor also included Horse Armor and Horse Clothing.
Silver, with golden patterns on the Horse Armor, embellished with red gold-patterned Horse Clothing, made Eclipse look even more imposing and majestic. He mounted his steed, glanced at the fully ard Winged Cavalry behind him, and headed towards the central Royal Tent.
Being fully ard was naturally not for insurrection.
In this era, armor was standard attire for many important occasions.
The places he passed were packed with onlookers.
The entire camp was abuzz.
Many waved and cheered on the sides, wanting to shake hands with Losa.
"Sir, can I touch you?"
The speaker was the eldest son of Baron Zujar, a young Knight who seed frivolous but actually had high esteem in the territory. Unfortunately, he suffered damage to vital parts in a previous war.
This ant the issue of heirs had always been a concern.
"Why touch ? I’m not the Holy Prepuce of Jesus, can’t restore your vigor."
"Ah, can’t?"
The Knight scratched his head, the blue pupils filled with disappointnt.
Without heirs, it ant he might have to pass on the heir status to his brother in the future — that guy who was originally a Bishop in Saint Catherine’s District, although regulations forbid it, but for those in power, as long as enough price was paid, the regulations were waiting to be broken.
Losa’s steps suddenly paused: "This person is... Baron Fulk?"
His mory was much better than before,
"Sir, about borrowing money from the Knight Order, the two Grand Masters ask you to discuss personally; the attitude seems respectful, understandably, there shouldn’t be any issues."
"Alright, I know."
He not only planned to borrow money from the Knight Order but also from
Indeed, many churches and monasteries were quite impoverished, adhering strictly to ecclesiastical law, but not all.
Many monks even refused to maintain the appearance of poverty, adept in all vices, yet still could receive generous donations, as the saying goes, "money tends to flow to those not lacking it, and love follows suit."
Nobles and citizens’ donations to the church, apart from sincere faith, naturally had their demands, usually for fa or mutual benefit.
Just like when the Templar Order first gained fa, almost half the nobles of Europe generously donated to the Knight Order. Would that effect be the sa as donating to an unknown small monastery?
Furthermore, suppose a King wanted to divorce his Queen, who often cheated and slept with all attendants, but if the Pope regularly accepted donations from the Queen, would he agree?
Rather than allowing those contributions to be used by monks for land annexation, or
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