Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks

Hebron, Inner Castle.

Kurs, dressed in a sharp housekeeper's outfit, was wiping the blood off his hands with a handkerchief. On the ground lay two headless corpses.

Their faces were still marked by disbelief, as if their lives had been snatched away by some evil spirit in an instant.

In the main building of the Hebron castle.

Now, the grounds were littered with corpses.

The number of enemies, their determination, and their level of expertise far exceeded what Kurs and the others had initially anticipated.

By the window, two sleeve arrows were nailed in place.

The fully armed figure of Andreas clashed with the enemy in the corridor for a few rounds before retreating back into the attic.

In just those few short rounds, four or five deep marks were imprinted on his armor.

He gasped for breath, "Who are these people, so formidable?"

"Just a bunch of rebels, that's all."

Kurs had a serious expression, furrowing his brow in deep thought.

The City Defense Army, guarding the castle, had suffered extreme losses. If they continued fighting like this, they would likely collapse.

"You stay here and continue guarding."

Kurs instructed, placing his fingers at the back of his neck, then gently pulling down as if unzipping, and took out a sharp white bone spur.

The torn flesh moved and slowly closed.

Andreas swallowed hard, "Housekeeper Kurs, where are you going?"

With a slight pause in his steps, Kurs said in a deep voice, "To protect the master's property."

"Can't we just drag it out until daybreak?"

Kurs turned back, his pale face filled with icy coldness, "No, because I heard their conversation. They plan to burn the master's castle to the ground."

...

The Assassins, clad in white linen robes, were darting up and down the castle, holding wooden sticks soaked in oil.

Having suffered multiple setbacks with Losa, the Assassins, concerned about their own reputation, had finally decided to go all out and leave Losa with an unforgettable lesson.

An assassin stood in front of two large shield emblems and the giant dragon head statue placed between them.

He couldn't help but whisper, "Elder, this Count Losa is not an ordinary Crusader Prince. Do we really need to go to such irreconcilable lengths with him?"

The elder sneered, "In Levant, no one can defy our will. This Count Losa must understand the price of offending us."

What is most important to an assassin organization?

Not credibility!

But the power of intimidation!

Just like how, although the Assassins failed to assassinate Saladin, it did not tarnish their golden reputation. Instead, it made the Assassins more fearsome, due to the scar on Saladin's cheek.

Whether they could achieve it or not, the Assassins, at the very least, needed to show that they dared to do it.

As for later making a secret agreement with Losa, removing his name from the list of commissioned targets, that wasn't out of the question either.

"Start quickly."

The elder said.

However, the assassin continued to stand in front of the dragon head statue, as if he was entranced, making no move for a long time.

The elder became immediately alert.

"What's wrong with you?"

Thud—

The assassin's body, as if drained of blood, collapsed limply to the ground.

On the surface, there were no signs of external injuries.

In the whole castle hall, it was as if no one else existed. Only the elder's heart, pounding wildly in fear, could be heard.

The elder forced himself to calm down.

He reached into his bosom, first taking out a bottle of high-level magic potion meant to stimulate potential, uncorked it, and drank it down.

The blood vessels in his eyes began to darken, and all around, various faint sounds became incredibly clear at this moment.

He then drew out a Demon-Blocking Golden Dagger in reverse grip and silently stepped back.

But just then.

He felt as if someone was behind him, and the Demon-Blocking Golden Dagger thrust backward fiercely.

Only to stab into the air.

Gasping violently, the elder was in utter turmoil, "What the hell is going on? I clearly felt someone behind me."

Terrified, he simply took out a Bone Whistle and held it in his mouth.

When it sounded.

The assassins scattered throughout the castle began to converge, finally bringing the elder a bit of comfort.

"With so many people protecting me, I should be safe, right?"

A rigid smile unknowingly appeared on his face.

"Elder, why is your face so pale?"

"Why did you summon us here, after all?"

The assassins were somewhat dissatisfied.

Even though he was an elder, issuing such "chaotic orders" exposing all the assassins in the same scene still caused discontent among them.

"Why?"

The elder seemed stumped for a moment, then as if suddenly remembering, "Of course, it's because I want your lives."

A strange grin appeared on the elder's face.

His lips curved into an exaggerated arc.

Kurs's Blood Shadow Magic had long since invaded him, only now was it triggered.

The elder's skin peeled away like mud, revealing a puppet body made of mixed blood and flesh beneath, which then lunged at the assassins.

"Damn it!"

"What is this monster?"

"The Demon-Blocking Gold is useless!"

The assassins desperately fought against the puppet monster into which the elder had transformed, while Kurs clung to the elder's back like a bloodsucking leech, controlling his body to fight.

Crack—

The elder's body was cleaved in half by the assassins.

They couldn't see Kurs's real form, only a flash of red light passed before them, and then another assassin became a puppet monster just like the elder.

Parasitism, stealth, assassination.

In terms of assassination techniques, the Assassins' skills paled in comparison to Kurs.

The Vampire drained enemy blood to replenish his innate talent, allowing Kurs not to worry about running out of energy.

When Andreas led people in to clean up the mess the next morning, the scene before them was one of slaughtered corpses and pools of blood.

By this time, the greatest harm the Assassin assassins had inflicted on Losa was probably just the word "inauspicious."

...

The military control implemented by Losa in Alandler City was fairly effective, and the order of the entire city was restored in the shortest possible time.

"The letter has been delivered to Zain Aladdin, right?"

"I've insulted him so much, and he didn't make any response?"

Losa frowned.

Zain Aladdin hurriedly sent a letter seeking peace this noon, trying to negotiate an exchange of hostages to ransom Tariq and Alandler City.

The terms, of course, fell through.

Losa, in typical Lion's Mouth fashion, had attached a strong insult and mocked Zain Aladdin in the letter.

He hoped to incite Zain Aladdin through provocation, leading him to lose his rationality and bring his troops directly to their doom.

But things didn't go as planned.

Jeanne shrugged and said, "My lord, you are the distinguished Count of Transjordan, the uncrowned king of the Dead Sea, the slayer of Dragons and Scorpion-tailed Lions, the victor over Saladin and Adil."

"To be insulted by you, I think Zain might also see it as something expected."