Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks-Chapter 369 - 58: Sparring

"When you mentioned ’sparring,’ it turns out it really was just sparring."

In the garden, Losa looked at Jeanne across from him, somewhat speechless.

"What else could it be?"

Jeanne’s tone was filled with teasing, "I told you yesterday was just to thank you, and to alleviate my regret for not being able to be by your side at the critical moment. It doesn’t mean I’ll accompany you in nightly revels every day."

She immediately advised seriously, "Lust is like a bone-scraping knife; men who indulge in these matters won’t have much success. My expectations for you are high, don’t let me down, alright?"

Losa said helplessly, "That’s true, but when you invited me over, what was with that expression that was so easily misunderstood?"

"Was there?"

Jeanne blinked, "Even if there was, maybe it’s just that you misunderstood?"

She distanced herself from Losa, took a stance, and shouted, "Enough talk, yesterday you struck me, today it’s my turn to strike back."

What nonsense!

Losa was so angry his teeth itched.

Jeanne opened her hand, the golden brilliance condensed into a Holy Spear in her hand, with all the rust stains gone. Although it still looked somewhat like an ancient relic, at least it wouldn’t make people worry about getting a handful of rust whenever they picked it up.

Compared to before, the terrifying Holy Flame exploded several times stronger.

She walked towards Losa step by step, smiling, "Now no one would doubt we’re actually fighting, would they?"

Losa was slightly stunned.

"What do you mean by this?"

"What else could it mean?"

Jeanne approached Losa and questioned.

Seeing Losa instinctively take a defensive stance, she couldn’t help but laugh, "This time I’m not joking with you, I’m serious. Again, this is thanking you for helping me advance."

Losa still did not drop his guard, watching her cautiously.

He always had a feeling that if he stepped closer, Jeanne might pick him up with one hand and throw him.

The next moment.

A powerful golden Holy Power suddenly burst from Jeanne, her entire being transformed into a golden Holy Spirit, with clearly visible wings of Holy Light behind her, each feather’s texture clearly discernible.

Losa exclaimed, "Is this the Holy Body?"

"Yes, it’s hot inside; do you want to try?"

She was very close to Losa’s ear, the warm breath making him feel itchy.

Losa’s voice was somewhat raspy, "This is how you’re using the Holy Body?"

Jeanne raised her chin, "It’s my own ability; I can use it however I want. What, are you afraid?"

"It’s just a bit hot, why would I be scared?"

Losa, with his Dragon Bloodline and milestone protection as the King of Volcanoes, a little heat was nothing, not when Jeanne’s Holy Flame wasn’t burning him.

He’s just...

Losa instinctively surveyed the surroundings.

Jeanne flirtatiously gestured with her hand, "Relax, they didn’t follow. Their strength isn’t on par with mine, and they are restrained by the Holy Power, so they won’t easily come and watch."

Losa’s large hand rested on her body. The temperature was indeed high; in this state Jeanne was essentially an embodiment of Holy Power, able to freely switch between Spirit Body and physical form.

At the moment, Jeanne should be in physical form; this smooth, delicate touch was not something energy could emulate.

[Harmony]

Cherinita in the front hall was somewhat worried, "Jeanne is really using her full power. Such terrifying strength, even I wouldn’t dare approach easily. Will the Lord really be okay?"

Furinjira explained, "Don’t worry, the Lord only exudes the aura of the Dark Lord; his power is not truly of the Dark Attribute and won’t be restrained. Besides, though Jeanne has a nasty personality, she knows her limits."

Prajna frowned, sensing the fluctuating power.

"Jeanne doesn’t seem very proficient in controlling this power."

Prajna didn’t delve deeper; after all, the abilities unlocked at Phase One, though originally theirs, had become unfamiliar after not using them for so long.

As the final ray of light soared into the sky, forming a golden Holy Sword shadow that vanished into thin air.

The sparring session finally came to an end.

Losa returned from the backyard, his brow filled with exhaustion.

Jeanne still appeared unperturbed, sitting at the table and poured herself a glass of wine.

"How was it?"

Faced with Prajna’s inquiry.

Losa replied calmly, "Very impressive; Jeanne is now at level twenty within Phase One, her strength has tripled at least compared to before. If not for the Attribute restraint, in the Holy Body state, she should be able to contend with someone of Anna’s caliber."

Jeanne is only at level twenty now; advancing in this phase is relatively inexpensive, but costs will spike after level fifty.

Furinjira envied, "I also want to be promoted. Lord, my current strength is already behind Jeanne and Cherinita. Even if you don’t promote me, at least help me reach max level first."

She knew she was only Five-Star, and the prioritization for elite advancement surely placed her behind Prajna.

Having Prajna around was why she didn’t feel too dissatisfied.

After all, even the most senior Six-star like Prajna hasn’t been promoted, bringing her some peace of mind.

Losa said somewhat helplessly, "I do want to; once the territory’s finances improve, I’ll certainly help you reach max level."

Furinjira’s max level was only seventy, but the promotion cost would be nearly two thousand Gold Coins. Upgrading Jeanne had already drained the reward he received from the Empress, leaving no extra funds.

Though the Empress said he could ask for more money if needed.

But requesting five thousand Gold Coins, even for an Empire, is no small sum; such a significant amount vanishing without entering the market through trade and returning as taxes to the treasury.

For now, he can’t bring himself to ask again.

Losa casually deflected.

Yet his heart somewhat lamented; Jeanne was right, lust is indeed a bone-scraping knife. Though he doesn’t drink much, when it comes to ’lust,’ he’s recently been indulgent.

During the sparring just now, he truly fell behind.

This was surprising.

Considering his Dragon Bloodline and innate talent, his stamina in this area far exceeded ordinary people, yet Jeanne’s transformation into the Holy Body brought comfort that was overwhelmingly defiant.

Could the most noteworthy aspect of this ability really be that during the act, it brings the most pleasure to the other party?