Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks-Chapter 596 - 370: Lionheart’s Schemes

Watching everyone leave, Losa came before Cherinita, "Nina, I'm sorry, Valentina didn't want to come."

The afternoon sun was no longer so aggressive.

Cherinita relaxed her brow, smiling and shaking her head, "My Lord, you don't need to apologize, this is something I anticipated, after all, Tina's family is still around."

Losa seriously examined Cherinita's expression and saw her emotions were indeed normal, only then did he relax his brow, "It's good that you understand."

"My Lord, would you like a cookie?"

"Sure."

Losa took the chocolate chip cookie from the tin box, the long-lost sweet taste made his mood significantly more pleasant, "May I have some more?"

"Of course."

Cherinita handed over the tin box, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "My Lord, how is Texas doing now?"

Losa shook his head while chewing the cookie, "Not quite sure, in Piedmont and Lombardy, it's rare to hear news from the New Continent, it should still be in the rebuilding phase, but don't worry, for now, the Wolf Lord likely won't have the energy to launch a second expedition."

Cherinita was somewhat curious, "What happened?"

Losa showed a pleased smile, "I took down an Inner Guard and a whole settlement team."

"Settlement team?"

At the time, when they were pursuing her, even the Yakxi Family hadn't dispatched such elite forces.

Cherinita's expression clearly showed some doubt, then she realized, "Is Miss Lavinia's decree that powerful?"

Losa knew Cherinita misunderstood something but had no intention of explaining.

After all, the process of burying an entire settlement team is something that can't be replicated in the real world.

It was a method that required the right time, place, and people, all indispensable.

"Tomorrow, you can try to spar, you and Lavinia against Jeanne."

Cherinita's eyes lit up slightly, "But that's tomorrow's matter, My Lord, why not let me see how much you've progressed during your sleep these few days?"

Losa thought for a moment and agreed.

He also wanted to see how much he had improved through his experiences in the combat record world.

"Let's go."

...

At the banquet.

Losa's departure did not diminish the grandeur of the banquet significantly.

Just returned from the expedition, Baron Goffrey entered the banquet, looked back at Berian, who was following closely behind, and instructed, "Remember to maintain respect for this King, all the nobility of Jerusalem owe him a favor."

"I understand, Father."

Berian nodded his head, he had been by Baldwin IV's side as an attendant for quite a long time, and naturally knew that Baron Goffrey was referring to the "Holy War Fund" Richard's father once left in the Holy Vault in Jerusalem.

Goffrey paused before continuing, "But there's no need to get too close, you must understand, we're part of the King's Faction, Duke Losa's closest allies."

Berian didn't ask why getting close to one side meant rejecting the other; such a stupid question.

The two looked towards the Lionheart King at the banquet, the undisputed center as the main character, this Lionheart King's every action was filled with noble grace, yet without arrogance; every noble conversing with him felt honored by his easygoing nature.

Indeed, in many nobles' eyes, a King is just a larger feudal lord, but the Lionheart King is different.

He is the most influential and noble King in the Gaul region, on par with Philip II, the nominal Monarch of all Gaul; this holds a unique significance for Baron Goffrey, who comes from Gaul.

Baron Goffrey noticed someone whispering by the Lionheart King's side for a while, then this burly Monarch stepped forward with a wine glass and approached the two of them.

Almost instinctively, Berian placed his hand on the sword at his waist, his face showing a vigilant expression.

Having consumed Dragon Blood Potion himself, he perceived the newcomer to be a Tyrannosaurus wrapped in human skin, possessing noble aura that frightened him, an aura he had only sensed before from Losa's few attendants.

"No need to be nervous, Sir Berian."

Richard's face held a pleasant smile, "And Baron Goffrey, it's an honor to see you both in the Holy Land."

Baron Goffrey quickly bowed forward and kissed Richard's fingers, "It's an honor to meet you."

Coming from Provence, Goffrey's former family territory wasn't far from Aquitaine.

...

Richard sent off the last wave of guests with a smile on his face, cheeks flushed with post-alcohol redness.

These days, the number of people going in and out of the Lionheart King's manor steadily, even if they were not intending to ally with him, the necessary formalities couldn't be avoided.

His smile gradually faded from his face.

These guests heard he only brought a unit in

A group who believes quantity is everything.

His Personal Guard may only consist of dozens, but all are elite after consuming magic potion, needless to say

"Martha, how do you feel?"

"I don't understand, Your Majesty, if you intend to contend with Duke Losa, you shouldn't have left the Queen in London."

"My brothers are quite restless; only one of King and Queen can leave my Kingdom."

"What I truly meant to ask, Martha, is what you think about this Marquis Losa, and the strength of his Witches?"

When saying "Marquis," he emphasized his tone.

"It's unfathomable." "At least, relying solely on myself, it is impossible to handle them."

"I see..."

Richard paused in silence for a moment and then spoke:

"The great power of magic is truly fascinating. You'd never guess that this Marquis was just a country Knight six months ago."

Although he didn't show it, deep down, Richard actually looked down on Losa.

Just like the majority of Gaul-born Crusader nobles looked down on Germanic nobles.

If it weren't for the power of magic, in his view, Losa would only be a poor Knight working alongside farmers in some rural area.

As for the so-called "Miracle" of the Holy Spear Guardian, it's clearly a blinding technique, a fabricated trick—no one knows magic better than someone who married a Witch as Queen.

In Albion and Gaul, he did the same with Philip, and even some minor Lords would claim themselves blessed by the Heavenly Father.

He came to the Holy Land to gain prestige and simultaneously wished to fight some fierce battles.

But temporarily, he had no troops to use.

The Imperial Guard numbered just a few dozen people; however capable, could they conquer Alexandria directly?

He initially planned to leverage his own prestige

But he discovered that this Marquis Losa's status in the Holy Land was quite well-established already, people