Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks
Chapter 76 - 67: Count Philip
CHAPTER 76: CHAPTER 67: COUNT PHILIP
Who wrote this thing?
Losa carefully savored it and found it quite intriguing. Although portrayed as an evil antagonist, evil antagonists always seem to be tied with power and wisdom.
But these are just minor details.
The most crucial part is Hans’s character card.
With a little thought, you can see: although both are five-star, compared to someone like Furin, a five-star ceiling, Hans seems to be as underdeveloped as if he were born with defects.
Take the first skill, Sword and Spear Dual Mastery—is this even considered a skill?
Nalosa thought he could add Riding Mastery, Eating Expertise, Germanic Language Specialization, and a series of specialization skills to himself. Hopefully, it would really be useful.
The second skill is the Undying Body:
Creatures like Vampires and Werewolves are known for their resilience, yet it’s blatantly listed in the skill set as a crucial skill.
The third skill won’t be mentioned, Hans most likely won’t have the chance to experience the treatment of Second Elite.
Losa calculated, if you want to level a Five-Star Attendant from level one to level fifty, allowing for eliteization, it would cost at least ten thousand Suludes gold coins.
After eliteization, the attendant’s level resets to zero, but the attributes remain unchanged, allowing for re-leveling.
At first, he thought the system was mutated, causing a problem with the recharge system.
Later he realized that the system equated the universal currency of this world directly with the "game coins" in the system.
It’s just measured in silver coins.
Initially, he didn’t see it because the Suludes gold coins he "recharged" had varying purities, making the exchange rate to silver coins inconsistent.
Thinking about it, it makes sense because the currency designated for recharging is the "yuan," not pound, penny, dinar, or Suludes.
If in the previous life, when the game was released, Hans was launched as an attendant, he would certainly be crowned the weakest five-star... even considered a toxic five-star.
Because card-drawing games always set a guarantee, such as getting a five-star card in ten draws.
Adding Hans to the card pool to make up the numbers might dampen players’ enthusiasm for drawing cards... but isn’t a clone card-drawing mobile game without forcing players to spend money not a card-drawing game?
Losa looked up and down at Hans, whose demeanor had dramatically changed.
The once gentle, handsome Knight was now replaced by a terrifying Werewolf almost two meters tall. This appearance, in a card-drawing game where looks matter, is undoubtedly a deduction.
"How do you feel?"
Hans’s voice was a bit hoarse: "Okay, though the transformation process was somewhat painful, it’s much better now. Sir, I feel full of power now. I could knock down a bull with one punch, it’s really incredible... I feel, even my former mentor, a master in the Knight Order, wouldn’t be my opponent now."
Losa praised: "Your compatibility with the Werewolf bloodline is very high; you’ve fully tapped into its potential, elevating to a five-star effect, which is excellent."
"But you should know, star levels only represent potential, not direct combat power. Your strength surpasses that of a Werewolf like Abelardo by a large margin, but there are still many mysterious beings you can’t contend with."
"I understand, Sir."
Just like encountering the Witch beside Count Leopold before, transforming into a giant snake at night, slithering across the town, seemingly evenly matched with Prajna’s aura.
But that was because Prajna’s aura was tied to her peak combat power.
If it really came to a fight, the current Prajna surely wouldn’t be a match for that Witch.
Actually, Losa always had some understanding deficits.
Many witches in this world have precedents of pledging loyalty to or collaborating with Lords, obtaining casting materials, money, and more from them.
But with such terrifying power, wouldn’t there be one who wants to be an Empress like Wu Zhao?
Even if fearing the powerful opposition from nobles and the Church, they could use witchcraft to control a King’s mind and be a behind-the-scenes Monarch.
"Change back."
The hair and proliferated flesh on Hans’s body gradually shrunk back, revealing a human form again.
He shyly covered his exposed areas and picked up a cloak, draping it over himself: "Thanks to you, Sir, for letting me take off the cloak beforehand."
Why are you making such a shy face?
Losa felt slightly speechless, did you think I was willing to see you exposed?
...
"Come out, let me see who dares to occupy my great hall!"
Outside, a drunken man’s shouting echoed.
Prajna coldly watched the man wearing a red and white hooded shirt, emblazoned with a brown bear emblem on the chest, an overbearing-looking middle-aged man.
"Stop!"
"Hey, where’s the woman in the Knight Order’s outpost? Are you the little fellow’s personal maid? I warn you, it’s best to get out of the way; the great Count Philip is not in the habit of hitting women!"
Furinjira, with a smile as if watching a good show, stepped aside.
The big guy doesn’t have such a good temper.
"Hey, are you treating my words as a breeze?"
The man, who called himself Count Philip, spit flew, but Prajna had no intention of wasting words with him, raising her ever-ready black triangular Shield, taking a step forward, and lightly exerting force, sent him flying.
"Oh, I..."
Count Philip rolled twice on the ground; at once, most of the alcohol sobered up, only feeling as if his body had fallen apart, everything hurting everywhere.
He was about to speak foul language when he suddenly realized something and swallowed back the insults about to spew forth.
He tentatively asked, "Witch?"
Prajna ignored him, only repeating, "Without the Sir’s permission, no one is allowed inside."
Bang.
The door was pushed open.
Losa walked out with Hans.
He looked the other person up and down, his tone a bit unfriendly: "Commander, I have been waiting for you for a long time. Did you rush here to report to me?"
Count Philip grumpily replied: "Kid, even your father pays respects to me, Baron Godfrey treats me with respect, what makes you think you can demand me to report to you?"
He felt that his phrasing was quite refined compared to before.
If not for the woman who seemed to be a witch standing opposite, he would have started cursing now.
But Losa gave him no face at all, coldly saying, "Commander Philip, I am the Grand Master of the Royal Knight Order. If you wish to resign your position as Commander immediately, indeed, I have no right to demand you report to me, as you are a Count."
He opened the door wide: "If you’re willing, please follow me; I will immediately bring the Inspector to process the paperwork for you."
Count Philip felt thoroughly choked.
He snorted, "Losa, I’ve been a Commander in the Royal Knight Order for five years; how long did you stay in the Holy Land? And you have the nerve to stand over me?"
Losa replied with a fake smile: "Count, you are a Vassal of the Emperor of Great Germania, not a Vassal of the King, do you truly feel qualified to be the Grand Master?"
Count Philip was at a loss for words, but giving up his territory in Great Germania was something he was unwilling to do.
He wanted to act rough but glanced at Prajna, standing silently beside Losa, and lacked the courage.
His face turned various shades of colors, and he had no choice but to snort coldly and say, "We shall see!"
Then he left, flicking his sleeves.
Furin approached Hans with interest, sniffing and showing a face of disgust: "Sure enough, it’s you who turned into a Werewolf in the end, but it’s okay, at least it wasn’t the Sir."
"Give me some Wolf Blood; I need to study the Wolf Poison Potion."
Hans wanted to refuse, but Furinjira’s accumulated intimidation was long-standing, he opened his mouth, intending to assert himself, but the terrifying threat he felt from her made him wilt again.
"Okay."
Slap—
Losa lightly patted Furinjira’s head: "Don’t bully Hans, you know he wasn’t originally a Werewolf and holds no grudge against your Blood Royal Court."