Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks-Chapter 665 - 435: Adil’s Dilemma

The progression from half-dragon transformation to dragon transformation is a significant advance, but just like the previous half-dragon transformation, it remains a hidden ability, used sparingly as it might drain oneself before defeating the enemy.

However, the half-dragon transformation is tending towards normalization.

The waves of rumors swept over each other, as Duke Losa, the legendary Holy Spear Guardian, reappeared and was unanimously recommended by the three kings to be the Grand Marshal, like a storm reaching the lower-ranked knights and soldiers waiting outside who weren't eligible to join the military council.

Following them came the pilgrims.

Grasping their walking staffs, carrying satchels and wearing soft hats, the pilgrims crowded together, cheering as they flocked towards the military council camp exterior, making the atmosphere even more exuberant than on Christmas day.

They hurried to seize favorable spots where they could reach out and touch the Grand Marshal during his procession when he departs.

After all, he is the Holy Spear Guardian, much more reliable than those saint relics hidden in every church whose authenticity is unknown.

Despite their intentions, when the "Saint Losa," riding a unicorn-like armored giant horse, truly appeared, they lost this courage.

Like wheat brushed by the wind, countless pilgrims and crusader soldiers knelt on the ground, devoutly worshiping the young monarch adorned with a golden mask and clad in armor engraved with sacred patterns.

Eclipse strode proudly with an air of superiority, comfortably accepting people's worship.

The faces of the Duke's Guard and the Winged Cavalry showed proud smiles; Losa's slumber these days marked the darkest times in their lives.

"Your Majesty, did you ever imagine this day?"

"Certainly."

Baldwin IV smiled with relief, "After that battle at Kaler Castle, I realized only he could create the Celestial Dynasty I envisioned."

"You truly have the eye for talent."

Baron Godfrey felt sentimental; when he first returned Berian from Gaul to the Holy Land, meeting Losa was merely fulfilling his camaraderie with the old Werner.

In his expectations, Losa having a sizable fief, becoming a baron would be the pinnacle, entirely not foreseeing him achieving such splendid accomplishments.

Seeing his son in the crowd cheering with raised arms, Godfrey felt envious: "Ah, that old Werner, marrying the famously beautiful Elise was one thing, but also having such an outstanding son, just with his cross-eyed stare, how?" 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Baldwin IV chuckled, "It's all God's will."

In this world, no matter what happens, claiming it as God's will is always acceptable.

Losa sat upright on the horse, his Spiritual Power strong enough to observe his surroundings without looking with his eyes—he saw many familiar faces.

The first Sipahi Cavalry, that Coptic named Gallio; Abdullah, the Kurdish Cavalry Captain who fought side by side with him when he first came to the Holy Land; Ulm, the first Winged Cavalry, now the Sheriff of Semanud City; Ned Stark, the poor knight who lost to him during the tournament in Austria and later became his Imperial Knight...

Unknowingly, he had changed many people's lives.

Without him, Gallio might forever be just a stevedore, Abdullah would have died following Salah, Ulm would forever be a shepherd boy from Jorgelisburg...

Losa set off from the camp outside the city, entering Semanud City, originally to go to the city's cathedral for anointing by the bishop, but the news of the Saracen army's advance immediately stirred the revelers.

"Kill all those damn heretics!"

"They are seeking their own destruction!"

Losa lifted his head, looking at the hawks circling in the clouds, chuckled coldly, and commanded, "Hans, hoist my banner, let the Saracens know I have returned!"

...

In the sky, a flock of hawks flew by.

"Losa is unharmed!"

Outside the city, leading the Black Gulams along Lake Burullus, Adil, after receiving the news, couldn't help but change his expression slightly.

Although he said nothing, his fingers tightly gripping the reins had already turned slightly pale: "Summon Master Shemir here! Immediately, at once!"

In the temporary camp.

Adil, watching Shemir walk slowly towards him, sneered: "Master Shemir, how did you assure me before? Said Losa was bound to die? Half a city, tens of thousands of lives, all for such an outcome?"

Shemir frowned: "You mean... He's unharmed?"

"How can this be! That's the most terrifying ability of the Ghost Dragon, and with the support of the Cuneiform Clay Tablet, unless it's a powerful caster of the Legendary Domain, otherwise, even if not physically possessed by the Ghost Dragon, one's mind would still be stirred into madness by its heavy memories."

Adil, in his anger, laughed: "I don't care about any legend, any tablet, I only know I paid the price of half a city and tens of thousands of lives, yet that Losa still stands there on stage, preparing to lead thousands of barbarians against me!"

His anger grew as he spoke: "Did our King give you such support, fulfilling your every need at all costs, only for you to kill my subjects and destroy my city?"

Shemir couldn't maintain his composure.

Though he looked down on these mortals, he was actually a man of integrity, having received so much support from Saladin, he intended to reciprocate, revenge and repayment towards Saladin altogether comprised his motivation to continue opposing Losa.

Adil continued to rage: "You said at the time, regarding a caster of Losa's level, even if sacrificing tens of thousands and destroying half a city, as long as he could be killed, such a cost would be worthwhile."

"The cost has been paid, the result?"

"Had I known you were so unreliable, I'd rather have sought the evil god through Nubian sacrifice!"

Shemir, forcing himself to endure, spoke: "Please calm down, Lord Governor..."

Adil fell silent.

He took several deep breaths.

Only after a long while did he speak softly: "Sorry, Master Shemir, I've seen the horror of that Ghost Dragon with my own eyes, even it couldn't kill Losa, surely you can imagine the pressure I'm under right now."

This morning he just made a speech to fight the Crusaders to the death.

Could he shrink back now?

But when he thought about how even the terrifying Ghost Dragon, seemingly capable of destroying the world, couldn't kill Losa, and Losa had several powerful casters under him who seemed immune to Demon-Blocking Gold's effects, he couldn't calm himself.

Shemir shook his head: "You don't have to be like this... That Losa is indeed not a simple figure, but Lord Governor need not worry too much. The set of Cuneiform Clay Tablets I acquired from the Library of Alexandria is an Ancient Divine Artifact of formidable power, and in this half-month, I've studied many powerful spells from it, just a step away from the Legendary Tier."