Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks-Chapter 636 - 408: Reunion

Little Robert stood at his post with a troubled expression, his once beautiful long golden curls now greasy and tangled from lack of washing.

The days without seeing Miss Cherina made his otherwise dull life seem to lose all meaning.

He was the Vicar Lord of Gaza City, the son of Baron Robert, and the first heir to all of old Baron Robert's wealth and titles.

After Losa led the Crusaders to cross the river and capture Damietta, Baron Robert sent him to serve at Duke Losa's court.

"Unfortunately, the old man will probably be disappointed. It seems the lord does not trust me."

Recalling his father's instructions, Little Robert sighed deeply.

The middle-aged knight standing post alongside him looked somewhat helplessly at the melancholy young master: "If the lord doesn't trust you, why would he have you guard the vital Governor's Mansion of Damietta?"

Little Robert showed a look of despair: "Isn't it even more pathetic this way—the Duke trusts our fidelity but not our capability."

"Young master, you're overthinking it. Besides, this situation isn't bad for you."

Little Robert retorted defiantly: "Do you also think I'm useless, unable to lift a sword or ride a warhorse steadily? I have fought with the heretics who climbed the walls of Gaza City. Do you dare to question my courage?"

The middle-aged knight remained unfazed: "If you truly possess such ambition, the old master would be very gratified. But sadly, your biggest reason for wanting to stay close to the Duke is probably just to catch a glimpse of Miss Cherina."

In fact, old Baron Robert never intended for his son to truly make a name for himself. Polishing his experience and securing his future inheritance was the main goal.

If Little Robert were lost on the treacherous battlefield, unless they fetched the second son raised as a monk from the monastery, the family would face the crisis of having no heir.

Little Robert countered: "Even if that's true, so what? My admiration for Miss Cherina is genuine—what's wrong with that?"

"That's very dangerous, young master."

"Are you worried I'll cause some scandal?"

Little Robert's face twisted into an absurd mixture of laughter and tears: "You question my loyalty to the Duke—that's one thing. But do you honestly think Miss Cherina would look favorably upon a common country noble like me?"

He finished with a long sigh: "Miss Nina is like a star in the sky, a presence I could never dare to hope for or touch. I just want to see her from a distance, and I would be content."

Seeing his young master's lovesick demeanor, the middle-aged knight felt even more speechlessly helpless—how could the old master have such a foolish son?

In the army, there were not few who liked the Iron Knight Jeanne, the Knight Commander or even the rarely seen Miss Furin, but who would dare speak of it as openly as you do?

The middle-aged knight subtly reminded: "Young master, even if the Duke is lenient and does not care about your minor offenses, don't forget about Mr. Kurs."

The reason their master could maintain the position of Vicar Lord of Gaza City for so many years without having it reclaimed by Princess Sibylla was because of the four words "cautious and prudent."

"You worry too much. Mr. Kurs is actually a kind person."

"Kind?"

Looking at his young master's face, which revealed a "clear-sighted stupidity," the middle-aged knight couldn't help but sigh deeply. Do you not know how ruthless this chief aide to the Duke is?

While serving in the Duke's court, didn't you at least inquire about these commonly known "internal affairs"?

The middle-aged knight fell into contemplation.

Perhaps he should advise the master to bring the second son back from the monastery to Gaza City.

The middle-aged knight suddenly said: "Young master, do you... hear something?"

Little Robert stared with fish-like eyes and replied expressionless: "Is it that 'mysterious heartbeat'? It's coming from the forbidden area, it's been many days now, you didn't know?"

The middle-aged knight frowned: "But previously, you had to be near the forbidden area to hear it. We are quite far from there..."

"Wait, the heartbeat seems to have stopped!"

Both felt a foreboding premonition as if an Evil God had descended or a Demon was upon the world. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

"Something must have happened."

"Immediately send the Hawk Trainer and Scouts on two routes to notify the Duke!"

They were both somewhat panicked.

"No need."

A cold female voice sounded.

Clad in a black robe and wearing a hood, a tall woman had somehow appeared before them.

She slightly raised her pale chin, speaking proudly yet gracefully: "There's no need for you to trouble yourselves. I will inform the lord of everything that has happened here."

"You are..."

The woman gently parted her red lips: "Furinjira."

The middle-aged knight sighed in relief: "So it's Miss Furin. Lord Kurs instructed, if we encountered you, to ask you to meet up in Semanud."

"She's lying!" Little Robert took a step back, decisively drawing his sword, coldly snapping, "I once had the honor of meeting Miss Furin; she's not this tall, and the build doesn't match at all!"

The woman lifted her head, her amber eyes flashing a red glow as she glanced at the vaguely familiar face, a chuckle escaping her lips—wasn't this the son of the landowner who harbored a deep and hopeless affection for Cherina?

"That's right... we did meet in Gaza City once, with Nina accompanying me. Your eyes were practically glued to her. With my past temperament, I would have gouged one of your eyes out, if not for her saying a few good words for you."

"Is it really Miss Furinjira?"

Little Robert was somewhat in disbelief.

This change is too drastic.

Does this mean that a witch's appearance and figure can be altered at will?

Prajna snorted coldly: "Do I need to deceive you? Fine, if you insist on reporting this unnecessarily, go ahead, it's none of my business."

As she finished, she transformed into a bat and soared into the sky.

She had now recovered more than half of her full strength from her peak period. For her, becoming elite was not just unlocking the power of Blood Pool Transformation; her ability to wield Blood Magic and her magical reserves had made huge progress.

Watching the bat fly away.

The two looked at each other.

For a long time.

Young Baron Robert finally marveled: "As expected, the outer shell and appearance are insignificant to a witch. Luckily, I am in love with Miss Cherinita's soul."

Middle-aged Knight: "..."

He took a deep breath and said, "Sir, we should send someone to inform the Duke. To be honest, your actions just now, though valiant, were also too reckless. This woman suddenly appeared before us, and whether she is Miss Furinjira or not, she is clearly someone we cannot afford to provoke. If it turns out she really isn't, and you have exposed her identity, our lives will be at risk."

Young Robert snorted coldly: "Fear of death is not my style. To die for the Duke is my highest honor."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but imagine: "If Miss Cherinita knew, she would surely admire me, and if Miss Nina could visit my tombstone, my life would not have been in vain."

The middle-aged knight was completely speechless.

…

In the mansion of Semanud City.

A small bat descended from the sky, landed on the ground, and with a puff, transformed into a tall lady in a black robe.

The moment she landed, she couldn't wait to charge towards Losa.

"Wait! Hang on!"

Losa hurriedly extended his hand to stop her, incredulously saying: "You are... Furin!"

Looking at the tall lady, who was at least 1.75 meters tall by visual estimation, even a black robe couldn't hide her curvaceous figure, Losa couldn't believe this person was Furin.

"Hmm hmm."

Furinjira dissipated the magic-induced black robe, revealing her alluring body clad only in a tight-fitting black leather outfit. Seeing Losa's shocked expression, she deliberately spread her arms and spun around to showcase her body.

Losa was very puzzled: "How did you grow up?"

Vampires' appearances are supposed to stabilize after reaching a certain age; Furinjira was not one of those underage little vampires who manage to become elite, so how could she have grown up?

Furin hugged Losa's arm, joyfully saying: "My lord, you didn't like my previous form, did you? So this time during my transformation, I simply made some adjustments to my body."

"Don't cling so tightly, it's not that I didn't like your previous form."

Losa, somewhat helpless, tried to extricate his arm from Furin's embrace: "First, tell me what happened exactly?"

"It's the effect of that Vampire Blood Magic Source. Although we've already used most of it, the remaining part was enough for me to restore some of my power. That guy's strength was okay, though his bloodline was pathetically low and he couldn't perfectly utilize the sources of magic, unlike me."

Furin was immensely proud.

In fact, before she went into her slumber, she didn't anticipate that she could break through the shackles and restore her strength on her own.

"This..."

Losa frowned: "Can it really be upgraded without spending money?"

"No, that's not possible."

"It's just like Jeanne and Nina, crossing that threshold. So..."

Furin, like a boneless beauty snake, entwined herself around Losa's body, her voice as soft as a kitten's: "My lord, please give me some money. As long as you give money, you can do whatever you want to me."

Losa found it hard to resist Furin's enthusiasm. Her change was too significant, and previously, she had been hiding from him for a while. How did she become clingy again after becoming elite, just like at the beginning?

Ahem——

A light cough rang out.

Cherinita's figure slowly emerged from the corridor.

The expression on Furin's face froze. She quickly got off Losa. If Jeanne and Prajna were to see this scene, she wouldn't even feel embarrassed, but Cherinita was her closest friend.

Cherinita first bowed to Losa, then looked at Furin, smiling: "You're awake, Furin, and stronger too. Congratulations."

"It's nothing, really, just average. I'm still no match for you."

A proud smile reappeared on Furin's face, and she wanted to put her hands on her hips to boast: "But I advanced through my own abilities without relying on the treasures given by the Lord. You can't match me in this regard."

Cherinita chuckled: "Of course, you're the best."

As she spoke, she deftly took out a cookie box and pulled out a strawberry-flavored one to hand over.

The young girl of the Blood Race squinted her eyes in joy; she was truly delighted. Not only because of her strengthened power but also because her recovered strength allowed her to suppress her thirst for Losa's blood, meaning she no longer had to avoid him.