Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks

Returning to Hebron, Losa wearily threw himself into the steaming hot bath.

The reward of the milestone as the King of Volcanoes granted Losa flame resistance akin to that of a Tyrannical Dragon.

He could bathe in hot water or even dive into magma without being burned to death.

Of course, while the flames won't kill him, the toxic gases at the volcano's crater might still be lethal to Losa.

At the same time, being the King of Volcanoes greatly enhanced the power of his fire attribute skills.

However, since he currently only had one fire attribute skill, Dragon Breath, the effect was not yet very evident.

On the way back, Losa tested the power of Dragon Breath and found its potency had nearly doubled, though it still fell short of the Tyrannical Dragon's Dragon Breath.

The Tyrannical Dragon's signature ability is Dragon Breath, so it was normal for him not to surpass it.

Losa was contemplating whether to trade with Nishaya for some fire attribute magic, such as the "Meteor Fire Rain" that Anna once cast.

But one's energy is limited.

He needed to meditate at night to increase his spiritual power and exercise during the day to master the Swordsmanship Specialization that comes with the Shining Cross Sword.

It's fortunate that his territory had entered a stable state with all affairs delegated to specialized personnel; otherwise, he wouldn't have such a leisure.

Soaking in the hot water.

The accumulated fatigue from Losa's recent labors eventually overwhelmed him, leading him to a deep sleep without realizing it.

...

In the neighboring bathroom.

Furin looked somewhat puzzled at Chelina beside her, who seemed to be deep in thought.

"Nina, what are you thinking about?"

"Nothing."

Chelina shook her head.

Before leaving, she had made several plans for handling potential unrest among the new citizens, but upon returning, nothing had happened.

It made sense.

The citizens had been carefully selected, unlike those unruly Wolf Race members placed in Two Sicilies on the New Continent by her father in Texas.

It seems the lord was right back then.

Settling citizens is not as difficult a task, with major issues already resolved. The remaining matters are only trivial ones.

She had been too cautious.

Still, the lord truly trusted her abilities.

A warmth filled her heart, as she recalled the phrase, "A loyal servant will die for a wise master," even though she herself lacked confidence, the lord dared to entrust her with such a significant responsibility.

In truth, Losa never worried about any disturbances from the beginning to the end.

Because his ruling foundation was always stable.

Moreover, winning the people's support was not that difficult.

In a past life, if a new mayor reduced taxes, provided housing, and raised salaries, he would merit being called a benevolent leader.

For self-sufficient farmers of this era, distributing land equates to providing housing, rent-free farming tools, and reduced taxation means higher salaries.

Chelina's cheeks suddenly flushed crimson.

Furin, full of curiosity, pulled out a wet tail from the bath: "It's all dusty. Do you want me to give it a good clean?"

The tips of Chelina's ears trembled slightly, and she replied in a mosquito-like voice: "No need, I'll clean it myself."

Furin seemed reluctant to part with the fluffy sensation: "Nina, can I touch your tail every day from now on?"

"No, you can't. Why are you making such a strange request?"

Furin questioned with a perplexed expression: "Because it feels really nice to touch. Does that seem strange?"

Chelina's tail whisked away from her fingertips with a "whoosh."

She succinctly replied: "No."

In another bathroom, Jeanne's cheerful laughter echoed: "Tsk, it's really soft. Hey, why are you hitting me? It's just a touch. If you must, I'll let you touch mine in return."

The two were at an impasse.

Furin gazed down Chelina's swan-like neck and mischievously remarked: "Nina, you're even smaller than me."

Chelina put on a stern face, paddled to the side, and began to rub her tail with the era's specially made perfumed powder, gently massaging it.

The Franks of this era inherited the Empire people's fondness for bathing.

It is said that Charlemagne once invited up to a hundred people to bathe together.

In many cities of the Holy Land, there are public baths.

However, because the separation between the men's and women's baths is minimal, both sides can openly view each other's bodies without restraint.

This frequently led to scandals around the public baths, enjoyed by both commoners and nobles, but infuriating the conservative clergy.

Many monks openly called for the abolition of public baths and bathhouses.

Indeed.

The public teaching's atmosphere in this era was quite conservative.

Though it didn't stop some regional bishops from keeping mistresses, having illegitimate children, or even keeping young boys, those were rare cases.

Conversely, monks who vowed celibacy and practiced asceticism were everywhere.

...

"Master."

Losa awoke with a start from his slumber, realizing that the water in the bath had turned completely cold.

Prajna was standing beside him holding a bathrobe.

"Sorry, I've been very tired lately."

Losa stretched lazily.

Even though his physical strength had been constantly enhanced, it was still his weakness, nowhere near as strong as his retinue above level fifty.

"It's fine. Let's go back to the room and sleep."

Losa took the bathrobe, and as Prajna turned away, he put it on, continuing: "I won't sleep. I'll restart meditation tonight. My increased spiritual power might offer new experiences during meditation."

According to Losa's estimation, having spiritual power above a hundred is considered moderate magic power for a wizard.

His spiritual power was likely on par with Nishaya, a genuine witch, and considering his various talents and skills, the little witch was far from being his match.

"Alright."

Prajna nodded slightly.

The two left the bathroom one after the other.

His gaze slightly moved upwards, feeling that the beauty in front of him was particularly striking. Underneath the loose bathrobe, there was an urge that seemed to rise.

Prajna's figure was well-proportioned, slim where it should be, and full where it should be, elegant and smooth, making it hard for him to suppress his heart's tremor.

When they returned to the room.

Losa glanced around and asked, "Where's Furin?"

"She said she wanted to sleep with Miss Chelina tonight."

Under the moonlight, Prajna's serene face seemed to emit a glow, like a holy moon goddess, yet it stirred in Losa a desire to pull the divine down from her pedestal.

"Let's sleep."

Losa cleared his throat, grabbed the water jug on the desk, and took a long drink.

"Mmm."

"Let's sleep together."

Losa said very seriously.