The first Sipahi Cavalryman has freshly emerged, standing out in the Longsword Unit with the most outstanding training results and potential among the Coptic recruits.

Losa bestowed upon him a weapon, armor, and steed, serving as a flagship role akin to buying bones for a thousand gold.

Watching their former companions show off on warhorses, clad in new attire, these young recruits, mostly from the lowest strata, gazed enviously, their eyes almost bulging.

The cavalry’s upgrade was not just about equipment but also signified a sudden elevation in treatment, salary, and social status.

Originally, everyone was on equal footing, but now that you’ve risen to battle, everyone has to help feed your horse and armor, who wouldn’t be moved?

The Longsword Unit not only trains daily but sometimes also carries out patrol duties to maintain public order.

Many people inquire about their treatment, even if they don’t intend to join, realizing Losa’s generosity towards his Coptic soldiers, easily interpreted as goodwill towards the Coptic people.

Within the city, the activities of the Saint Lazarus Order proceed in an orderly manner, conducting free clinics and distributing aid food, garnering Losa an excellent reputation.

It’s essential to know that even though Egypt was once the Empire’s granary, with fertile land stretching for miles, it doesn’t mean everyone can fill their stomachs.

Those who are adorned must not be the ones who rear silkworms.

Natural disasters and human calamities never come alone.

Once Losa fails to handle this matter well, earning the hearts of the Semanud people will not be as simple as it is now.

“Sir, Adil has marched.”

On the tower of the majestic Cavalry Academy complex, Kurs emerged from Losa’s shadow.

They finally arrived.

Losa’s expression tightened, seriously asking, “How many people, can we gather intelligence on their casters?”

“It’s estimated that the enemy has at least fifty thousand troops, with over twenty thousand light and heavy cavalry; Egypt’s elite Lords have mobilized, seemingly subdued by Saladin’s brother.”

“Fifty thousand troops…”

This number rivals the forces when battling Saladin, the total military strength of both sides.

Indeed, Egypt is different from Jerusalem, marching in the fertile Delta region, exerting far less logistical pressure.

“Regarding the intelligence on the casters, we only know Saladin sent a magic consultant team. This time, the Egyptians have become clever; most ordinary soldiers and even advanced commanders don’t know much about these casters, making Intel gathering difficult for the Shadow of Darkness.”

Even with Kurs and Julia, two Vampires, in charge, the Shadow of Darkness was established too recently, its intelligence capabilities far inferior to old and entrenched Eastern organizations like the Assassins.

“I think letting Miss Cherina personally investigate would be safer.”

“Isn’t that too dangerous?”

“Sir, after receiving the legacy of two superior Wolf Race families, Saluzzo and Basilicata, are you questioning her professional skills?”

In terms of combat strength amongst all the followers, Cherina falls short only to Jeanne; when it comes to assassination and infiltration, she is undisputedly exceptional.

Losa frowned: “That’s not the case; I’m aware of Nina’s combat power.”

Both frequently sparred at Ker Morhan, for no matter how severe the injuries, both could recuperate swiftly, so he knew the terror unleashed when Cherina exerted her full power.

It’s just…

“You also know the Extraordinary types in this world are myriad, with Divine Artifacts, Treasures from ancient legacies, and no one can tell what trump cards they hide.”

Kurs was briefly stunned: “Indeed, like the local Vampire who attacked us before, though his power was rather ordinary, the Blood Magic Source he accumulated and his Treasure were truly frightening.”

He paused, then continued: “But sir, if the enemy possesses such powerful Treasures, isn’t it more imperative to investigate thoroughly? If you’re genuinely worried about Miss Cherina’s safety, I can go myself.”

“Better not, you’re indispensable here.”

Losa shook his head, Kurs’s role was crucial; without him, Semanud City, having just regained order, would halt.

Although his Blood Shadow Secret Technique is indeed fit for infiltration.

“But you’re right, intelligence on enemy casters must be gathered in advance. Here’s what we’ll do, Kurs, excluding you, we’ll venture into the enemy’s main camp.”

Kurs’s tone hastened: “No, no, no, that’s too dangerous for you.”

Losa consoled: “Rest assured, we’re only offering support from the outside. Should nothing untoward occur, there’s no need for any action.”

Moreover, Kurs, don’t underestimate me; my current strength compares equally to Hans and Venezia, with destructive power exceeding them, a survival capability second only to Prajna, and Prajna backing up closely, it would be cowardly to hesitate.”

“Well…alright.”

Kurs was convinced.

“By the way, accompany me to check on Furin, her Blood Magic Source is nearly digested, right?”

Kurs hesitated: “Uh, you’d better not go.”

Seeing Losa’s puzzled gaze, he supplemented, “Miss’s transformation is nearing completion; she can sometimes maintain brief periods of consciousness—this is her request, hoping you won’t see her during this time.”

“Alright.”

Losa nodded, not dwelling on the matter.

He estimated Furin was entering the final phase of her transformation, becoming notably unattractive.

Abilities like Tyrant Transformation and Blood Pool Transformation hardly sound appealing.

…

Outside a secret room in the underground of Damietta’s Governor’s Mansion.

Two grotesque and sinister Stone Gargoyle statues squatted at the entrance, eerie red totems sprawling across the walls like vines.

This is the Duke Mansion’s forbidden area, and occasionally, servants passing by hear intense heartbeat sounds seemingly echoing beside their ears, naturally evoking fear, prompting an urge to distance themselves as far as possible.

At this moment, the room had fully transformed into a blood world, with blood vessels densely webbed like a spider’s web, appearing as a three-dimensional network.

Within the network, one could clearly see the thick blood infused with strong Magic Power, flowing turbulently.

In the center of the blood network, a massive meatball resembling a heart was rhythmically throbbing.

Upon closer inspection, one would find the ends of those networks distinctly connected to that heart.

Then.

The heart’s pulsation suddenly accelerated significantly.

All the dispersed blood water, material manifestations of the Blood Magic Power, gathered swiftly towards the heart at the center, like countless rivers merging into the sea.

The original world composed of blood dimmed rapidly, the blood nets shriveled and wilted as if drained of life.

Gradually.

Even the heart fell into stagnation.

The entire secret room plunged into a silent death.

After a long while.

A cracking sound was heard.

The already blackened withered heart split open.

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