Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks-Chapter 350 - 40: Demon of the Rainy Night

In the dim room, Prajna lit a lamp, and Losa changed his shirt, finding it indeed soaked through—probably because the half-dragon transformation was truly too painful.

"Where’s Furin?"

"Someone was spying nearby just now; she went with Chelina to pursue them."

"There wouldn’t be any danger, would there?"

"You should be more worried about the one they’re chasing."

"True."

Losa was quite confident in their combined abilities. Besides, this was Anna’s territory; any commotion would easily draw her over, so there shouldn’t be a problem.

His gaze passed over the dragon scale armor hanging up, each scale still immaculate despite its reported destruction in battle records.

Half-dragon transformation would burst through clothing and armor; though dragon scale armor is tough, it can’t withstand the extreme heat represented by dragon flame.

Afterwards, whenever performing half-dragon transformation, surely he couldn’t leisurely strip off his armor in front of the enemy, could he?

But without armor, his defense was weak.

Maintaining the earth dragon’s cast iron body still consumed much physical strength; Losa usually only briefly employed it when about to be hit hard.

"Want to take a bath?"

Losa pinched Prajna’s index finger, smoothly intertwining every finger with hers: "Together?"

"I’ve already washed."

"What a shame."

"What’s a shame?"

Jeanne pushed the door open and walked in. She wore only a plain, loose shirt, her hair tousled by the strong wind outside: "I came to see if you’ve woken up."

Losa locked eyes with her for a moment and said, "Rest assured, I’ve woken up. What about the others?"

"Before I came, I already checked; the earlier one dies in battle records, the sooner they wake up. Among the remaining veterans, few are left alive, so they woke up earlier than you and me."

"That’s good."

Jeanne sat down and poured herself a glass of wine, drinking it in one gulp.

Not all Constantinople wines are spiced; in Anna’s estate, there’s a large wine cellar with many fine wines from the Peloponnese Peninsula, suiting Jeanne’s taste well.

"The wind outside is strong; seems it’s going to rain, Constantinople’s weather is indeed capricious."

Jeanne continued, then asked, "Sir, have you decided when to leave Constantinople?"

Losa replied without hesitation: "As soon as possible."

Even though Constantinople is undoubtedly the center of all of Christendom, he nevertheless didn’t want to linger here.

After all, one always feels more at ease in their own territory.

Jeanne was clearly not satisfied with Losa’s answer: "Sir, Constantinople is currently full of undercurrents. The Empress with the Triple Crown surely has many tasks needing your help. She’s generous in her dealings, and employers with fair terms like this are rare."

"Moreover, now that my bottleneck is broken, as long as there’s enough money, I can upgrade at any time."

Losa hesitated a bit, considering that Jeanne might be right.

"I remember after your elite status, you gain a new skill called ’Holy Body.’ What’s its effect?"

Jeanne slightly furrowed her brow: "It’s a power I acquired while tied to the stake; when I unleash the Holy Body, I enter a purely energy state, immune to most physical attacks, and the Holy Spear’s power greatly increases."

"Overall, it’s a formidable ability. I often used it while hunting dark creatures; weaker ones disintegrated under the holy glow emitted by my Holy Body."

Losa thoughtfully said, "It’s indeed a very good ability; I will consider your suggestion."

Outside, the sound of raindrops rang out.

Pitter-patter, evoking immediate images of large water drops splattering on eaves, leaves, soil, and water.

Losa instinctively glanced outward.

Prajna asked: "What is it?"

Losa paused before saying, "Furin and Chelina didn’t bring an umbrella."

Jeanne beside him couldn’t help but smile: "Ha, umbrella or not, a vampire and a half-werewolf don’t fear a bit of rain, do they? You can’t always treat them like children."

Just then, a bolt of lightning flashed outside.

The sound of raindrops grew increasingly intense.

Losa relaxed his brows: "True, I’ll go take a bath; sweated a lot in my dreams."

Jeanne eagerly suggested: "Let’s go, I’ll scrub your back."

Losa ignored her.

This one was becoming more and more unruly, talking nonsense.

"Really, you can’t reach it yourself."

"I’m not dirty, just a bit sweaty."

Losa still refused.

He walked out of the room with Prajna, and the rain was indeed heavy, striking them with a bone-chilling cold—seems like the weather is about to turn cold.

Jeanne followed behind, smoothing her wind-blown golden curls: "Miss Prajna, could you also prepare a tub of bathwater for me? I’ve also sweated a lot."

...

The rain was pouring, a fluffy little bat hidden in Chelina’s collar, only its little head sticking out.

The agile Miss Assassin skated over rooftops, speeding through the city.

However fast she was, she couldn’t dodge the raindrops, and both were drenched.

The little bat suggested: "Nina, why don’t we head back? This is Anna’s territory, such matters should be handled by her."

Chelina halted her steps, frowning as she gazed through the rain at the figure she had been pursuing for so long—the gap between them hadn’t closed at all.

She furrowed her brows and said, "That person’s speed is incredible, who knows what kind of special magic they’re using. If they harbor ill intentions towards the lord, I feel it will be dangerous."

Furinjira pondered, and agreed it was the right reasoning, a spy with speed rivaling Chelina was indeed a potential threat, best to handle it if possible.

"Nina, can you go any faster?"

Chelina nodded, her boots splashing in the puddles without ever getting wet as she sped like lightning toward the shadow.

Unexpectedly, the person, upon seeing this, also picked up speed, maintaining a thousand-meter distance between them, seemingly at ease.

Chelina stopped.

Her usually calm face revealed a trace of annoyance.

The distant shadow also stopped, turning around to look at Chelina, though separated by a thousand meters, neither could clearly see his face, as if shrouded in a mist, just a shadowy blur.

Furinjira, irritated, cursed: "That bastard dares to stop and provoke us?"

Chelina quickly regained her composure and asked, "Should we continue the chase?"

Furinjira pondered, although unwilling, she wasn’t foolish: "Let’s head back, Prajna alone might not be able to take care of the lord."

They can’t catch up anyway.

She left it unsaid, not wanting to hurt Chelina’s pride.

Chelina nodded slightly, wiped the rain off her face, and without hesitation, turned back toward the estate.

When they had gone far away.

The outline of the shadow became clear in the rain.

It turned out to be a stunning red-haired woman, drenched from head to toe, standing with her bare snowy feet on the ground, looking helpless: "Almost got caught."

Elise felt this world was terribly small, she had hidden in Constantinople, yet the Lord of the Holy Land had followed her, even making a big name there.

If it weren’t for the familiar power of the rules from earlier in the night almost forcing her into a sleep state, she wouldn’t have come over to see what was happening.

She stopped not out of provocation.

But because her speed was borrowed from Chelina; when Chelina stopped, naturally she lost that speed as well.

"It’s only been a while, and he’s gained another agile assassin under his command, that Abyssal Demon Dragon turned human lord is truly fearsome."

"No, better to move away, the farther I am from that guy now, the better."

Elise hesitated, deciding she should leave Constantinople, as she was currently in a weak state, returning to the Abyss might lead to her being devoured by her enemies.

As a lord of the Abyss governing lust, no place suited her better than Constantinople to recover her strength.

With her prowess in concealment, no mere human wizard, whose lifespan was only a few decades, could find her—and she wasn’t causing any trouble, merely absorbing the emanations from those engaged in intimacy.

Losa had no idea he almost inadvertently brought a Lord of the Abyss level "Imperial Knight" into his combat records.

In fact, if it weren’t for occupying an Imperial Knight’s position, he might have dismissed the demon nicknamed "dead eunuch" by Furinjira long ago.

In the estate.

Losa was soaking in a hot bath when Chelina suddenly entered, relaxing slightly upon spotting Losa: "Sorry, Lord, I didn’t see you in bed when I returned, so I thought something happened to you..."

Losa was unfazed by these formalities and asked, "Did you catch the person spying on us?"

Chelina looked ashamed: "I’m sorry, Lord..."

The little bat popped out of Chelina’s collar: "It’s not Nina’s fault, that person’s speed is truly fast, Nina exerted herself fully but couldn’t catch up, worried it was a trick to lure her away, so she rushed back hurriedly."

Losa’s expression froze momentarily.

Chelina’s agility was already over three hundred; that someone could surpass her speed indeed required caution.

"Don’t worry, I don’t blame Nina at all."

"It’s alright, you’re drenched, go take a bath."