Evening.

A grand feast was held in the manor by the crowd.

Losa watched the people singing and dancing, the Winged Cavalry and civilians mingling freely, holding hands, and dancing around the bonfire.

A farmer's wife from Gael, presumably drunk, with a flushed face, taught people to dance the tap dance with her.

A wandering minstrel narrated "Demon Hunter" stories to children gathered around another bonfire.

Although his vivid description distorted the original story and added much personal understanding, it still scared the children, leaving them pale.

The original author, Losa, however, showed no interest in joining in the festivities, sitting alone, lost in thought while drinking.

During the day, Losa had taken Furin and others through the winemaking process.

Prajna's pale, translucent feet stepped on the plump purple grapes, splattering dark purple juice, as if a skilled artist smeared purple paint on a white canvas.

This process played out like a slide show, repeatedly flashing in Losa's mind.

"Miss Furin is good too, sir, you can't be so biased, Miss Furin would be sad."

A voice suddenly spoke up.

Jeanne wore an ambiguous smile that seemed to see through the hearts of people.

Losa replied helplessly, "I'm not thinking about what you said."

Jeanne picked up the wine glass, drained the grape wine in front of Losa, and then said, "Sir, do you remember Marie of Anjou?"

"Remember her, Charles VII's wife—rest assured, that period was under trusteeship, I had no interest in thinking about someone else's wife at that time."

Jeanne revealed a realization, "I see. But, sir, human nature doesn't change. In my memory, at the end of your reign after the victorious Battle of Reims, you openly pampered many mistresses."

Losa patted his forehead, "Jeanne, stop teasing me, for me, Furinjira is too small."

Jeanne examined Furinjira dancing and laughing among the crowd, agreeing, "Definitely too small, I can hold her with one hand."

Losa frowned but then relaxed.

He didn't mean that.

But he knew Jeanne understood he didn't mean it, she just said it on purpose, and getting angry would only please her.

This mischievous woman had the audacity to call grapes mischief!

Prajna silently appeared behind Jeanne, whispered, "If you're bored enough, why don't we spar?"

The temperature dropped significantly.

A layer of frost formed on the table.

"Ha, Miss Prajna, you came just in time, I'm not bored at all. How about we drink together? I bet you're curious about the dream I shared with the lord."

Prajna softly furrowed her brows, shook her head, "I'm not one for curiosity."

But speaking, she sat beside Jeanne.

Seeing Jeanne only drinking, Prajna grew a bit annoyed, "A spar."

"No!"

Jeanne couldn't help but smile, "Aren't you not curious?"

Prajna said nothing, merely gestured to nearby, implying either say it or fight.

Jeanne, looking resigned, "Fine, I'm afraid of you. Do all Easterners twist things like this? Like Furin, why not just ask if you want to know?"

Prajna glanced at Losa, "You go sit over there."

Losa, trying hard to lower his presence, felt puzzled, it was the first time Prajna spoke to him in such a commanding tone.

He wasn't offended, but emphasized, "Don't believe Jeanne's mischievous words."

...

Sitting elsewhere, Losa tried to use his sharp spiritual power to listen, but couldn't hear a sound.

"Well, they're even guarding against me."

Reclining on the bench, Losa lazily gazed at the stars in the sky—such pastoral life truly brought joy.

Of course, only for the Lord.

Just then, the eagle badge pinned to his chest lit up, marking the Levant Witch Association.

He picked up the eagle badge, bringing it to his ear, and immediately heard Witch Anna's proud laughter, "Hello, is this Count Losa?"

"What's up?"

Anna's voice brimmed with boastfulness:

"Today I tamed a young Sea Dragon, once it grows up, what Venice, Genoa fleets will be nothing but chump fish and rotten shrimp."

Losa furrowed his brows, "This indeed is crucial intelligence, but what is the significance of telling me? I'm the Count of Transjordan, without even a single ship at my disposal."

The strongest fleet in the Mediterranean, atop should be the Venetian and Genoese fleets, the latter not as numerous as the former but have a glorious battle record.

Below them should be the Eastern Empire fleet and the Crusaders fleet.

The Eastern Empire's ships are the fewest, gradually losing control of Cyprus Island and Crete Island, but a lean camel is bigger than a horse, with Greek Fire in its arsenal, the Eastern Empire fleet remains a formidable maritime force.

Anna's clear voice rang, "Of course, for bragging!"

Losa's expression froze.

He silently clenched his teeth, "Just for boasting, you exhaust so much magic power to contact me remotely?"

Anna, smiling, said, "It's a big drain for you, but not for me."

Losa ended the communication expressionlessly.

The intelligence was significant indeed, but held little meaning for him, without funds to organize even a merchant fleet.

At this moment, Prajna and Jeanne suddenly stood up and walked over.

Furin, sensing something, also emerged from the crowd, silently floating beside Losa.

"What's happening?"

Losa asked, puzzled.

Jeanne concisely said, "There's a murderous intent."

Losa could not help but question himself.

Why hadn't he sensed anything?

Jeanne explained, "The enemy is quite weak, it's normal your Beast Intuition didn't detect danger."

"Very weak... let me handle this myself then."

Losa felt a bit eager.

Now, he was a character of epic stature, though his level was still low, he was a character deserving a substantial mention in mortal epics.

Prajna wanted to object immediately.

Jeanne stopped her, "The lord is actually very capable, always sheltered by our protection, he'll never become the top-most powerhouse."

Prajna gravely said, "The lord need not be immensely strong, faced with enemies, we are here as followers to counter them, he only needs to oversee the larger picture."

Losa advised, "Prajna, you are from Eastern lands, surely aware of the saying 'there are only a thousand days to be a thief, not a thousand days to guard against thieves,' what if I were separated from you once more later?"

"Moreover, my way of leveling up differs from yours, I need combat to strengthen myself."

Losa needed battles to level up, but where often to find so many 'foes' to fight?

Wanton killing wasn't in his nature.

Killing those who couldn't fight back brought scarce experience.

Jeanne smiled, "The lord speaks sensibly, besides, rest assured, I share a bond with the lord, as long as I live, the lord shall not die."

Furinjira was a bit jealous, "Indeed, I too share a bond with the lord! As long as the lord has a breath left, I can turn him into an immortal vampire—"

Nonsense bond.

Jeanne glanced sideways at her, "The lord already possesses Dragon Bloodline, your Initial Embrace may not turn him to Blood Race."

"Indeed, the threat is minimal, with us at the side guarding, Prajna—you've protected the lord too well, while upholding the Heavy Iron Guard duty, also overly cautious."

Jeanne grumbled.

Prajna hesitated, "Apologies, lord, it was not right to restrict you this way, it's an enormous overstep."

Losa gently patted her shoulder, "No worries, I know you meant well, but honestly, I've become truly formidable now."

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