"I accept your loyalty, Urding. May we put aside our differences and seek common ground in the time we spend together in the future."
Losa looked at the man with a stern expression, immaculately styled hair, as if he could carve labels like rigid and unsociable on his face. A sense of helplessness arose within him.
From Urding's perspective, his views on the Two Sicilies under the Wolf Race's rule were not wrong.
"Those not of our own race are bound to have different minds."
Under the Wolf Race's rule, everything naturally caters to the Wolf Race, leaving ordinary humans to live in misery.
Alone, Urding was powerless and had no means to resist, only choice was to depart.
But to Losa, Urding's world was merely a fictional backdrop, even if somehow it became a real world.
Could Losa kill one of his attendants because in the game world, he was a demon filled with crimes and summoned here? That's nonsense, right?
For instance, Furinjira, her personal storyline had her turning into a "tyrant" and destroying an entire town.
Yet that didn't stop Losa from genuinely liking this somewhat haughty young girl.
Thus, Losa could only attempt to change Urding's mindset.
But someone as strong-willed as the ascetic Urding couldn't be swayed by mere words of others, right?
If it weren't Losa speaking to him, he would've been hit with that brick-thick Bible by Urding's monk instincts, physically converting him.
Knowing this, he shouldn't have designed enmity among the attendants.
Everyone should be harmonious.
Anyway, whether the game makes money or not has nothing to do with him anymore.
Losa helped up Urding, who was kneeling: "Come, let's go find Archbishop William. I need to ask for a priest or assistant priest position for you. I hope you can take on the role of the parish priest in Jorgelisburg."
Simply put, he wanted a position for Urding.
"I know you've held the position of diocesan bishop, but in this world, everything must start anew."
Urding nodded and said, "Since witnessing the Church and Wolf Race's collusion, the ecclesiastical rank no longer matters to me. Continuing to preach God's will under your command is my greatest pursuit."
Losa continued: "Once outside, you might meet my other attendants, as you mentioned, some are werewolves, vampires, and members of the Ghost Race. I know you detest these alien races. But now, like you, they are comrades loyal to me."
"I don't expect you to be harmonious, but you'd better not provoke them because you won't be a match for them, and I won't favor you."
In terms of combat power, Urding is certainly stronger than an ordinary person.
If he donned heavy armor and wielded a warhammer, he would be a mighty warrior on the battlefield, but compared to Hans, Furinjira, Prajna, or Mallesby, he falls short.
Urding said solemnly, "Evil cannot forever suppress the light..."
Losa interrupted him and said sternly, "But under my command, there's no need for pure light and darkness. If it's useful to me, it's the light in my eyes."
Urding remained silent.
Losa knew he couldn't change his thoughts and had given up on this idea, he turned to ask, "Can you cure leprosy?"
The black-robed Priest Urding pondered for a moment and shook his head: "You wish to treat the famous King of Leprosy, don't you? Healing others is my duty, but please forgive my limited abilities. Leprosy—like the Black Death is an evil poison, not mere bleeding or broken bones, I fear I can't cure it completely."
"Cannot 'cure'? At most, to what extent can it be cured?"
"Alleviating the ailments and prolonging life is still possible, perhaps even restoring disabled limbs of the patient, but over time, his life will still be consumed by the 'evil poison'."
Evil poison... is that referring to bacteria?
Losa thought, "That's enough."
Even if it's the pinnacle Four-Star, it's still a Four-Star.
The meaning of "extraordinary" implies a person with above-average abilities, limited capabilities are normal.
If it were a Five-Star medical attendant, it should be able to completely cure leprosy, right?
Losa only worried that Baldwin IV had already lost the will to live and rejected treatment.
The greatest pain of leprosy isn't physical but spiritual.
No one can remain unmoved watching their body becoming crippled, rigid, ulcerous, and deformed every day.
He pushed the door open and stepped out.
Sitting by the window reading, Prajna raised her head slightly, a few strands of her black hair covering her brows and eyes, appearing a bit messy.
"Who is he?"
"Urding, an ascetic monk from Tuscany."
"Oh."
Prajna lowered her head and continued reading.
She hadn't heard the name before, nor did she care about what others thought of her. In her long and dull life, she only focused on two things.
First was Losa's safety.
Second was the captivating stories Losa told.
The book she was reading was a test print Losa secretly made using block printing technique, not theological texts, but the most easily spread and captivating fantasy novel.
Its name is—Demon Hunter.
It tells the story of a mutated man injected with a magic potion, still following the holy light, continually hunting demons and preaching for the Lord—the story of Demon Hunter Van Helsing.
Losa compiled it from the stories of Van Helsing and Geralt, only the first part was released, but it's already exciting enough for people in this world.
Losa planned to release some inventory to see if it could be promoted among nobles.
Besides, there were stories from One Thousand and One Nights, which he planned to sell to Egypt. The cultural atmosphere of Saracens was far stronger than Jerusalem at this time.
Cairo's Royal Library contained two hundred thousand volumes.
The folk tradition of studying also far surpassed the Western Europe ruled by illiterate lords.
"Such an aura, tsk, recognized by the Holy Light as an ascetic?"
Furinjira gave the ascetic monk a sidelong glance and pursed her lips, also disregarding this minor character, the true enemies of the Blood Royal Court were never the Holy Light Church.
Nothing more, they just didn't think much of them.
She was playing a dress-changing game with a group of young maids.
These maids were Persian female slaves that Salah gifted to Losa along with ten Arabian warhorses.
They were 'Tang people's' so-called Hu ladies, decent in appearance and stature, wearing exotic white gauze clothing, swaying with charm and allure.
However, Losa didn't quite like having people serve him, so he simply left them all to Furinjira.
Hans went to the drill grounds to oversee new recruits training and hasn't returned yet. It must be admitted, the industrious and uncomplaining Hans helped Losa tackle many affairs.
Losa gladly called him a model worker!
...
Losa rode with over a dozen winged cavalry like the wind on the streets, heading straight for the Holy Sepulchre Cathedral.
The Patriarch was aging, becoming increasingly lethargic, and many affairs were handled by Archbishop William, hence, William moved his office to the Holy Sepulchre Cathedral.
There were few idle pedestrians on the street, it could even be described as desolate.
Not only because of the departure of the Northern Crusaders but also the originally bustling trade routes and pilgrim paths of heretics were cut off.
Just arriving at the entrance of the Holy Sepulchre Cathedral.
A young man who was leading a horse out suddenly called out surprised: "Baron Losa, you've come just in time, the Archbishop was about to send me to find you."
This was the clerk of Archbishop William, an excellent young man, honest and reliable, Losa had a good impression of him.
"What's going on?"
The clerk lowered his voice and said quietly to Losa's ear, "The werewolf's corpse has been stolen."
Losa furrowed his brow: "Didn't I warn Archbishop William that someone was interested in the body, advising them to bolster defenses?"
The clerk looked embarrassed: "Initially, we were quite vigilant and specially used your 'password', but nothing happened for so many days, and the guards became complacent."
"Forget it, take me to Archbishop William first."
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