"I do not like our era, where the nobles reside in towers of symbol and status, possibly never setting foot in places where the poor gather, thinking of it as a mire—as if this makes them pure and flawless."

Viviana's gentle voice came from the room.

Following it was Cherina's somewhat hoarse voice: "The Wolf Race is different from you. Everyone rolls in the mire. Even a patriarch starts from the streets. At first, it's just ordinary street brawls, but later it turns into assassinations..."

Chelina could not imagine the life of the so-called tower-dwelling nobility that Viviana spoke of.

In the Apennine States governed by the Wolf Race, the nobility is just another identity of the wolves or their public spokespersons.

"What exactly is the family of the Wolf Race?"

Viviana was a bit curious: "I think it must be different from our definition of family."

Hohenzollern is also a big family, but interactions between family members are not frequent, nor do they live in one or a few cities.

Chelina pondered for a while, then said: "Like a pack of wolves in the wilderness, they gather together for survival, uniting and cooperating to resist external enemies."

Her blue-gray ears suddenly twitched, and she quickly pulled up the quilt to cover herself: "Miss Viviana, it's getting late, I need to rest. If you run into the lord when you leave, just tell him I'm already asleep."

Miss Anna, somewhat surprised, glanced over the Wolf Race lady's uneven short hair, singed by flames, and smiled suddenly: "I understand, then good night, Miss Nina."

"Sorry, this is too rude."

Cherina, with a hoarse voice, said a little embarrassedly.

…

In the end, Losa could not visit Cherina.

No one knows when it started, that this quiet Assassin lady also learned to love beauty; or maybe she loved beauty all along, and he just didn't notice.

Early the next morning.

Watching the three Knight Order camps rising abruptly on the outskirts of town, under the conspicuous flutter of three flags, the magnificent monastery-like building complexes seemed like three giant fortresses, entrenched in a pin formation on the hills south of the Alexandria Port.

Losa was not worried that this world's Knight Orders would come for copyright fees.

Because, in Yesterday's Giant Ship World, the Hospital Knight Order's emblem had long been changed from "black cross on white" to "red cross on white," and the shape of the cross had morphed from the regular Latin cross to an eight-pointed cross.

The Teutonic Order's emblem had the "golden black eagle" added to the original "black cross on white," and four "golden fleur-de-lis" were added at the cross's tails.

Even the long-extinct Templar Order, its emblem had changed from today's ordinary Latin cross to an "eight-angled cross," although the base color remained the same, still a red cross on white.

Their members were selected from the Saint Lazarus Order's meritorious ministers and attendants, many even selected from their Combat Cultivators.

Deserving ones have rewards, but a fully-armed Chain Armor Knight must kill an equally equipped Mamluk to earn merit, while a Martial Monk with only worn armor, a long spear, and a shield only needs to kill one Saracen infantryman to be credited.

Of course, this merit is only used for military rank adjustments and does not apply to bounty or land, otherwise, a Knight with self-supplied weaponry, warhorse, and attendant would earn less than a low-ranking soldier on the battlefield, which would not be fair.

The reason for such a tendency towards low-rank soldiers in the merit records is to give these soldiers more chances for promotion, otherwise, seasoned knights transitioning into the system's soldiers would be somewhat wasteful, and knights themselves from a personal perspective, are not very interested in changing roles.

This led to Losa's cavalry unit previously being contemptuously called barefoot knights—meaning infantry who once walked barefoot transitioning to become knights.

Hans stood outside the Teutonic Order's base, looking at that familiar golden black eagle flag, his emotions were extremely complex, not only the flag but even the giant military camp, with its monastery, chapel, and armory, all looked exceptionally familiar to him.

In past years, he was merely an apprentice knight of the Knight Order, and his mother's greatest expectation on her deathbed was for him to retain the status of an attendant upon leaving the recruit camp, to lead a horse and foot a stirrup for an official knight.

But now, Losa had appointed him the Grand Master of the Teutonic Order, although the name had been changed to the Second Company of the Saint Lazarus Knight Order, the future allocation of as many as four hundred knights was still a powerful military position.

He felt somewhat agitated, his gaze involuntarily turned to his lord, wanting to say something.

"Congratulations, new king of Aegustop, legendary assassin, master of god-level transformation technique."

Losa was still talking with Anna on Sicily.

He was still unaware that the 'God War' that occurred on the bank of Burullus Lake, with Saladin's mage consultant team scattered, had already turned into a terrifying storm, spreading in the extraordinary world around the Mediterranean.

"You got the news so quickly? Oh right, Nishaya was also there at the time."

Losa realized that although Baldwin IV had not participated in the battle due to physical reasons, Nishaya was present, only she was weak in strength, and from the beginning, no one intended to let her contribute.

"There's no need for Nishaya to notify me, actually there was someone working under the Saracens at the time who belonged to our Levant Wizard Association."

Anna explained, a little testily: "Such a big matter, and you didn't inform me earlier?"

Losa quickly apologized: "I forgot since I was busy. Next time, for sure."

"Since you have won the battle there, the Gaul army departing from Provence isn't going to interfere with our side's fight, right?"

Anna was a little worried, compared to Losa's side, her progress was quite slow, with both sides of casters being cautious, the battle inevitably turned into a series of fierce offensives and defenses, and the castles standing tall on Sicily were giving the Empire's army a lot of trouble.

"No, Philip plans to lead them north against Saladin's remaining forces—at least that's what he said. I advise you still to not let your guard down."

"Don't worry, I have that much common sense."

After a long pause, Anna couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "I always knew you weren't an ordinary extraordinary; back when you wiped out that plague source with some legendary traits under Constantinople, it was evident enough, yet still, I never expected that in such a short time—less than a single session of my alchemy research retreat—you would already be able to kill a genuine legendary with a powerful divine artifact."