Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks-Chapter 551 - 328: Return to Saluzzo

When Losa woke up, the sky was already bright.

Prajna’s hair, like a waterfall of black, covered most of her face, only a delicate nose peeked out. She was sitting cross-legged on a chair with bare feet, writing and drawing at the table.

Losa got up, walked behind her, and gently held her shoulder: "You’ve worked hard these past few days."

Maintaining the world within the book isn’t an easy task, otherwise, Losa would have opened the book world special training for all his followers long ago, especially that guy from Venezia, who would certainly be eager to battle to death in the world within the book over and over again.

"It’s alright."

Prajna shook her head, looked up and met Losa’s gaze. Her slender neck had the beautiful curve of a swan, and the loose silk shirt she wore had an opening at the collar that was suggestive, inviting daydreams.

"It seems like you get along well with them."

"Indeed, Chelina is a likable and polite little girl, even Lambert, who has the worst temper, really likes her."

Losa said, while closing the book Prajna had placed on the table.

"What are you going to do?"

Losa didn’t say anything, he merely reached down from behind her to lift her, cradling her in his arms.

Losa stared intently into Prajna’s calm eyes; she furrowed her brows slightly, annoyed at having her thoughts interrupted, but unusually there was a rare allure in such a situation.

He tossed her onto the bed, saying softly, "I’ve missed you."

...

Losa, feeling refreshed, washed up quickly before lying back down in the room.

Prajna was a bit exasperatedly stripping the sheets from the sofa bed, looking at him with slightly furrowed brows.

"Kurs sent over some reports earlier, have you read them?"

"Of course."

He had skimmed through the documents Kurs brought over; there wasn’t anything particularly noteworthy. The tasks he had assigned to Hans before the special training were done quite well; everything was in good order and thriving.

"I need to sleep a little longer."

Losa reluctantly hugged her from behind: "Perhaps to you, it’s just a short period of time, but to me, it’s a month, two months, or even longer."

A playful glint flashed in Prajna’s watery eyes: "Do you want to say goodbye to Jeanne once more?"

Losa was briefly tempted.

But naturally, he wouldn’t show any emotion on his face, just smiled and said: "No need, I should go."

"Good luck."

"I hope so."

After settling into a comfortable position, Losa decisively chose to use the Recruitment Coupon.

The system notification sounded:

You are currently in a high-danger, wanted state within the active area of "Valentine’s Recruitment Coupon" exclusive combat records, resulting in additional risk. Hence, you can choose whether to disguise your identity or not.

Losa paused slightly, realizing that this time he mainly operated in the Two Sicilies and the Northern Italian States.

Even though the Wolf Race Expedition Army had been defeated, the deterrence power of the Yakxi Wolf Race had greatly diminished, but on the Apennine Peninsula, they still held overwhelming power.

Judging by the last actions of his group, they had surely been blacklisted by the Wolf Lord.

Exactly how powerful the Wolf Lord is, Losa didn’t know, and neither did Chelina, but these immortal beings, who lived for hundreds of years or even longer, were absolutely not to be underestimated, even if they couldn’t compare to the Blood Great Monarch Dracula, as a leader of equal standing among the Wolf Race, wouldn’t be much weaker.

Moreover, even if the Wolf Lord didn’t act, just those elite centurions under him would be troublesome enough.

"Disguise, of course I’ll disguise."

The system notification sounded again: You have acquired a temporary disguise template of the Five-Star Wolf Race.

Under the disguise template, your capabilities will not change, still using the original template [Sun King Losa].

Your appearance has undergone slight adjustments.

In terms of aura and appearance, you are now indistinguishable from the Wolf Race.

Losa’s vision went dark, the world spun, and he felt as though he was plunging into a bottomless abyss.

Upon opening his eyes again, the light was gentle and warm, the curtain swirled, hanging on the window handle, and the good lighting illuminated the room so clearly that even the dust particles floating in the air were visible.

As his gaze moved across the room, he saw a wooden table stacked with books, a few old clothes strewn about, a single bed with white sheets, and a portrait hanging on the wall...

The figure in the painting resembled him, holding a pipe, looking melancholy, with a brown soft hat on his head.

Losa walked closer, discovering a maxim written in the lower right corner of the painting: No matter how annoying the rainy season is, it will pass. To my son, Losa.

It seems the owner of this portrait should be the father of his template, presumably a fictitious character. The system could simulate an entire world, adding a fictional character within it shouldn’t be difficult.

Currently, where he was, appeared to be an ordinary apartment, probably his residence.

But what should he do next?

Though disguised, he still knew nothing.

If he encountered an acquaintance, a simple exchange would surely give him away.

Losa pondered for a moment, then walked into the washroom.

In the dressing mirror above the sink, his appearance was reflected clearly.

Hardly different from his original self, just with a pair of furry ears—a hallmark of the Half-Blood Wolf Race—lacking the ability to transform into the werewolf form of the Pure-Blooded Wolf Race.

A century ago, the Half-Blood Wolf Race was only fit to be slaves, but as they gradually displayed extraordinary talents in combat, craftsmanship, metallurgy, even the most conservative families loosened the restrictions on mixed blood.

Losa leaned closer to the mirror.

Although upon close inspection, his appearance hadn’t changed much, with these ears, from a distance it seemed as if he was a different person.

His skin was fairer, to put it bluntly, his overall demeanor seemed somewhat effeminate compared to before, and his facial contours had softened to a certain neutrality.

At this point.

Losa felt a splitting headache, and many dusty memories seemed to be awakened abruptly, crammed into his mind.

Though there weren’t many details, the content was quite substantial.

Soon, the pain passed like a tide, Losa’s current mental strength was far better than before, and these mere memories weren’t much of a burden; it was just the sheer volume, all rushing in at once, that made them somewhat overwhelming.

"Losa Saluzzo, a marginal figure in the Saluzzo Family, not formally trained, but has decent talent, barely holding the title of ’Corner,’ yet has no subordinates."

Losa showed a look of realization.

His template character had a very simple past without many friends, and his relations with most were at a nodding acquaintance level, recognizable by name and decent reputation.

But he hadn’t formed any deep ties with anyone.

"This saves me the trouble of needing to disguise further."

Losa expertly turned on the tap, washed his face, took a towel from the rack to dry off, then donned a black soft wool coat, retrieved a wallet from its pocket, counted the currency inside, and left the apartment.

"Only three hundred lira to my name; why is it always money worries wherever I go?"

Losa murmured complaints quietly.

The lira was the currency unit of the Two Sicilies, under the rule of the Wolf Race on the Apennine Peninsula, that is—except for the Venice Crown Territory under Habsburg’s rule, all Apennine City-States used it, linked to silver.

The Two Sicilies under the Wolf Race were merely a loose confederation of city-states, barely ranking as second-rate in Europe, naturally unable to use the gold standard like Britain, France, or Germany.

Meanwhile, as treasure fleets from the New Continent kept arriving, silver was constantly devaluing.

So these three hundred lira had limited purchasing power, just enough for his normal monthly expenses—half of which was taken up by the apartment rent, water, and gas bills.

"With this little money, it’s far from enough to visit the tavern where Valentina often goes and shout out a drink round."

Losa felt a certain nostalgia for his past life when he courted girls.