Losa's first meal in Alandler was a delicious lamprey.

If the first person who ate a crab is a brave warrior.

Then the first person to eat a lamprey is the Heroic Spirit from the Scandinavian legends, those warriors who wielded two axes and faced death unflinchingly.

This creature with a terrifying mouth, which seemed nothing like "food", after Prajna's cooking, was surprisingly tasty.

Losa, still wanting more, picked up bread and dipped it in the sauce on the plate.

"Prajna, where did you learn to cook such a thing?"

Prajna's face rarely showed a hint of nostalgia: "When I was a Gatekeeper of Hell, there lived a group of creatures similar to these lampreys in the Nether River."

"It's a pity, the ingredients are limited, otherwise the taste could have been even better."

Jeanne suddenly realized: "I know, you're talking about the corpse-eating fish?"

Losa's smile froze.

Jeanne laughed loudly: "Just kidding, how would I know what kind of creatures live in the Nether River of Hell."

Prajna nodded: "Indeed, she's just babbling, there's no corpse in Hell's Nether River, and certainly no corpse-eating fish."

Losa was relieved.

Jeanne took off her boots, lifting her plump and smooth legs onto the table, casually saying: "Sir, what plans do you have for the coming period?"

"Please don't put your feet on the dining table."

Losa frowned and moved his seat further away: "I don't have any plans, just waiting here for Zain Aladdin to lose his patience and attack me first."

"Ah, that's really boring."

Jeanne rested her head on her arms, reclining with legs up: "If I were you, I'd definitely take advantage of this leisure time to indulge in the life of a feudal noble."

Losa subconsciously thought, "After fighting all my life, can't I enjoy it for a change.jpg"

"After capturing Eira Port, indeed it should be a time for leisure."

You should consider your neighbors' feelings and whether you have the capacity to manage the newly acquired territory.

Losa felt that having taken Eira Port was already a heavy burden.

"When Prajna and I first arrived in Jerusalem, I brought twenty people and ten horses, thanks to my father's reputation, earning the favor of His Majesty the King and Baron Goffrey."

"Now, I possess thousands of acres of fertile land, numerous properties and estates, and if I waged war indiscriminately, I could mobilize thousands of armored soldiers with iron armor and helmets."

Losa stood up, pressing his forefinger on the Levant map hanging in the hall, saying: "My Empire starts from here."

"Indeed, it's a remarkable achievement."

Jeanne lightly clapped: "By the way, sir, if you establish a new empire, what would you name it? Habsburg Monarchy? Or Levant Empire?"

"Don't you think it's too early to talk about this?"

Losa shrugged: "I'm just envisioning the future, you just listen, no need to add 'in detail' at the end, making us seem like a bunch of daydreaming lunatics."

Jeanne spread her hands: "Liseten to them, Hans said that when you started, you were very good at drawing pies, not only good at drawing for others but also for yourself—I just wanted to see."

Losa's face darkened: "Don't slander me, when have I drawn pies? That's called grand plans!"

At this moment.

Hans walked into the hall.

"Sir, there's a letter for you."

Losa unfolded the letter, his expression showed slight joy: "Ah, my brother Otto is coming to Jerusalem for pilgrimage, and he's bringing a few good talents who want to join me."

Pilgrimage is almost a journey that every Western European lord would undertake in their lifetime.

Otto needs to inherit the family business, probably after this he'll return to Algo.

Losa read for a while, then frowned a bit.

"Are you troubled?"

"My restless brother, he secretly came to Jerusalem behind my father."

Losa rubbed his brow: "According to my father Count Werner, he did this to avoid marrying the second daughter of the Duke of Lorraine...this fool."

Jeanne commented heartlessly: "Pursuing true love? Sir, should this be encouraged?"

"Encouraged my ass."

Losa snorted: "He is Algo's sole heir, his marriage must give way to the family's continuity, not to mention, the marriage with the Duke of Lorraine's second daughter, who knows how many favors Count Werner had to spend to arrange it, he can't just run away from it."

Rights and responsibilities go hand in hand.

Eating from the family's table, one must consider the family's interests.

Wanting to enjoy noble privileges while avoiding responsibilities, that is the act of a coward.

…

Inside Alandler City.

The patrolling farmer soldiers rested in the shade, whispering to each other about their Lord's newly granted land in Alandler.

"It's said the Lord wants to exchange our original land in Hebron to Alandler, and we can get double the land."

"What do you think?"

"I guess it's worth it?"

"Anyhow, we hadn't farmed the previous land for long."

Some were tempted, while others worried Alandler would become a battlefield tomorrow, fearing if Losa lost the battle, their land would also be lost.

Just this simple matter of "land exchange" stirred the farmer soldiers' emotions greatly.

The Lords had no grand discussion either, they wouldn't discuss theological issues like the "authenticity of the Gospel of Barnabas"; nor would they talk about the progress of another crusading front on the distant Iberian Peninsula.

During leisure time, they often exchanged smiles.

"A game or two?"

"A drink or two?"

Because of this, Patrol Officer Ulm's duties became increasingly burdensome—with the responsibility of inspecting military discipline.

"He's a rapist!"

A commotion arose nearby.

The farmer soldiers resting by the roadside immediately followed an Imperial Knight leading them to surround the front.

A farmer struggling with his pants, with a look of uncontrollable panic: "I didn't! Sir, I paid!"

Opposite, a group of conservatively dressed Saracen men surrounded a disheveled woman, shouting curses.

The Imperial Knight's face darkened, rushed forward, grabbing the farmer's collar: "Don't tell me you forgot the rule set by the Lord when entering the city."

The farmer showed despair, pointing at the opposite side, pleading: "Sir, I paid, there was no coercion."

Over there, the woman, amidst the shoving of the Saracen men, nervously said something.

After some time, the Imperial Knight figured out that the family's women, due to the need to raise the children, lacking living resources, had made a deal with the farmer soldiers.

But her family members didn't know this, leading to the outbreak of this conflict.

The Imperial Knight decided at once: "Alright then, I know your men died in the war, your family needs an adult man to take care of wife and children, you should go to her home and become the man of the house."

The farmer was somewhat reluctant: "Sir, I already said, I paid."

His companions burst into laughter: "Quickly seize the opportunity, stop talking, you can get two sons and a beautiful wife for that little money, where does such a good thing exist?"

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