Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks-Chapter 370 - 59: The General’s Invitation

In the blink of an eye, three days had passed.

Over the past three days, Losa had not stepped outside, taking a good rest, and completely clearing away the fatigue accumulated in the previous days.

It’s worth mentioning that during this period, many nobles of the Empire, when hosting banquets, would specifically send a servant to Losa’s manor to deliver an invitation letter, marking his full acceptance into their noble circle.

After all, that afternoon, he returned to the manor together with the cart full of gold, leading astute observers to guess that Losa had an inseparable connection to the sudden end of the plague of rats.

Although the Extraordinary World is secretive to ordinary people, to certain families within the Empire that have passed down for hundreds or even thousands of years, it is only covered by a thin veil.

In the garden.

Losa stood at the center of the artificial lake.

From time to time, he swung his sword to block, clashing with sword beams from all directions, producing sounds like the striking of iron.

This invisible figure was Chelina.

After solving the Source of the Plague, Losa jumped three levels, finally advancing to level thirty. Although if Chelina attacked with full force, he would still be defeated after just a few rounds.

However, if Chelina didn’t use her tricky Dual Swordsmanship and suppressed her speed to half or below.

With the aid of extraordinary Spirit and the blessing of Bloodfall, Losa could barely hold his own against her in combat.

Clang—

The Cross Sword in Losa’s hand, inlaid with the "Dragon Core Treasure," transmitted a terrifying giant force, causing him to retreat several steps before he could barely dispel the enormous power from the sword blade.

Although Chelina specialized in Agility, Strength and Agility have always been intertwined; even a mere pebble coming at high speed would have the force akin to a strong bow or a powerful crossbow.

At this moment.

Losa seemed to have eyes on his back, rudely leaning aside to chop, appropriately blocking Chelina’s attacking blade.

But with this move, Losa was also out of energy, panting heavily, saying.

"Stop, that’s enough."

He waved his hand, indicating the end of the spar, casually summoned, and the Dragon Core Treasure instantly transformed into a red gem, which he collected.

He wiped the sweat laden on his forehead, ran to the nearby fountain, scooped up a handful of clear water, and blissfully washed his face.

Chelina sheathed her sword back into the scabbard at her waist, earningestly said:

"Sir, your progress in these few days is swift. It seems that sparring with Madame Jeanne indeed brought considerable advancements to you."

Since she wasn’t facing him, Chelina didn’t notice the awkwardness on Losa’s face.

The way we sparred was not like this.

He chuckled dryly: "Really effective, when you advance, you should spar with her more."

Chelina solemnly nodded: "I will heed your advice."

After washing his face, Losa casually asked: "According to my current strength, which rank of your Two Sicilies Wolf Race do I belong to?"

Chelina contemplated for a moment and said: "If only calculating melee strength, sir, you would also be at the level of the Elite Wolf Race. If you fully exhibit your abilities, dealing with a squad of Elite Wolf Race is not difficult."

This is indeed true.

Losa’s skills in both attack and defense are already considered quite commendable, but his biggest shortcoming is the Blue Bar.

"By the way, I haven’t asked you, what kind of strong individuals does the Wolf Race Expedition Army have, and are there many?"

Chelina hesitated: "What is your definition of strong individuals?"

"Measured by the standard of Hans."

"Then there should be plenty. I remember that there are nineteen families participating in the Expedition Army, with each family having several Centurions leading the team, whose levels are roughly equal to Hans."

"And what else?"

"Also, there are stronger Centurions. You don’t understand, besides the Clan Leader, the Two Sicilies Wolf Race’s top level combatants are the Centurion rank, followed by the Corners, or ’Decurions’, which I refer to as Elite Wolf Race, and at the bottom are the base Wolf Race."

"Four ranks?"

Chelina shook her head: "Strictly speaking, it’s three, Clan Leader, Officer, and Soldiers.

Centurions and Corners actually belong to the same level; they don’t mutually report to each other. A Centurion generally commands ten people under them, considered a higher level of Corners.

Moreover, Corner is just a title; some Corners prefer to act alone, possibly not having a single person under them."

Losa said in a low voice: "I understand now, it’s ultimately a familial organizational structure, quite different from a formal army."

The Wolf Race’s rule over Italy is behind the scenes. The Wolves support proxies, or simply disguise themselves as ordinary people, holding high-ranking government positions to indirectly control their territory.

The Wolf Race does not have an army in the true sense.

"That’s right, the Expedition Army... is the largest expedition of the Wolf Race in recent years. The ’wars’ between the Yakxi Family and Albania’s Iskander Clan in the past have never exceeded a hundred people even at their peak."

Losa recalls the Iskander Clan seems to be a significant force within the Blood Royal Court.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend.

If he could convince them to support...

Losa frowned, saying: "Chelina, combat records are snippets of historical imagery that place us back in that time period. But what if we happen to encounter the ’self’ of the past?"

During that time, Jeanne was probably still the Grand Master of the Holy Church Knight Order, and Furinjira was still the lofty Princess of the Royal Court.