Constant Manor, located in the western district of Jerusalem City.
It’s a three-story villa.
Outside, there’s a red-painted wall and a lookout tower for guards to stand watch.
In the manor, along the walls, there are quite a few houses for servants to live in, as well as stables, a blacksmith shop, prayer rooms, storage rooms, and other facilities.
The manor has cultivated many green plants, providing patches of shade.
A small fountain continuously sprays cool underground water.
Losa held his horse whip and pointed at the manor, asking, "How many people do you think can live here?"
"If we squeeze, a hundred people shouldn’t be a problem."
Laine, who once lived in "communal dormitories," gave an answer.
Model added, "Sir, that’s excluding the main building, where only you, your family, guests, and close maids can reside."
Losa nodded, "Let’s go in, finish the transfer procedures quickly, and then rest."
The manor was guarded by an old servant and two soldiers of Jerusalem wearing blue robes.
After verifying Baldwin IV’s seal, the old servant gave Losa a simple introduction to the manor’s situation and promptly left with the two soldiers.
Things went far more smoothly than Losa imagined; he thought something akin to usurping might happen.
"I must say, this kind of oriental manor is so much more comfortable than those in Europe."
Losa, Furinjira, and Prajna walked up the manor’s stairs.
The first floor was hollow, originally intended as a stable, but the previous owner apparently could not stand living above a stinky stable.
Thus, the first floor was left vacant, and a new stable was built further away.
Walking up the wooden stairs, they arrived at the second floor of the small villa.
The rooms here are extremely spacious, with inner and outer rooms connecting seamlessly; from the balcony, one can view the distant Temple Mount.
Unlike the glaring outside, it was much dimmer here, but not as damp as the manors in Europe; the dimness here, compared to the external heat, was entirely a compliment.
Losa turned around and said.
Furinjira asked curiously, "What are you going to do?"
"Perhaps have you witness the birth of new companions."
Losa planned to conduct a draw immediately.
Opening the system, selecting the draw card option.
A shimmering purple light flashed by.
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Losa’s heart was filled with mixed emotions of joy!
However, soon after, it turned into confusion.
You have obtained an epic item, the Winged Cavalry’s Swallowtail Banner.
Losa frowned; he didn’t recall designing such content, either the system "mutated," just like the monetization system, which had clearly become more expensive.
Or after his death, the team members added new content.
If it’s the former, so be it; it’s fate.
If it’s the latter...
I advise you to be kind and not constantly try to trick players into spending money like a merchant.
Losa thought this, completely forgetting that back in the team, he was the one always scheming to squeeze money from players, compelling them to spend.
The rest were recruited with promises, volunteering out of passion.
"It seems no new members will be coming."
Losa took out the swallowtail banner; it was a red and white banner, but with a wave of his hand, it transformed into a new flag bearing the Standing Lion Badge.
Strictly speaking, Losa shouldn’t use the Standing Lion Badge, as it represents Algo County, and he doesn’t hold the inheritance rights to the Earl’s Domain.
Badges represent titles and territories.
For instance, the Babenberg Family in Austrian Border Territory uses the red and white striped shield badge; later, when the Habsburg Family inherited Austria, they also used this badge.
Losa now has no fief and no need to design a personal badge.
Swallowtail banners vary in size; this drawn swallowtail banner was relatively small, suitable for mounting on a lance during a charge.
Losa held the swallowtail banner in his hand, and the attribute panel slowly appeared.
Winged Cavalry’s Swallowtail Banner: Mounted on a lance, it can increase the lance’s piercing power, making it indestructible; as a banner, it can increase the charge speed of subordinate cavalry units by twenty percent.
The item’s effect is significant.
If Losa were a king who could recruit hundreds or thousands of cavalry, this banner would practically be a divine artifact, able to decisively change the tide of battle if used correctly.
Just imagine: a group of armored cavalry fast enough to catch a group of light steppe riders; wouldn’t that be a massacre?
Unfortunately, Losa isn’t.
He currently has only one cavalry under his command, which is Hans.
Counting himself, that’s only two.
The item’s great, but he currently hopes more for attendants.
Talents are incredibly rare, even like Hans, who is a One-Star Attendant.
After all, the attendants produced by the system guarantee one hundred percent loyalty, regardless of intimacy levels.
He’s not a leader skilled in commanding others, rather his greatest skill is drawing promises... but Losa’s promises are indeed intended for his subordinates to realize one day in the future.
Whether it happens or not will depend on fate.
After resting for a moment, Losa, with Prajna, Furinjira, and Hans, headed to Baron Godfrey’s manor.
Baron Godfrey had been waiting here for quite some time.
After treating everyone to lunch, he led the group, along with Belian, Knight Kevin, and others, to tour the Holy City.
They first went to Temple Mount, also known as Mount Moriah.
Located in the southeastern corner of Jerusalem.
This place is considered closest to the presence of the Heavenly Father, and in Solomon’s era, the First Temple was built, believed to have housed the Ark of the Covenant, containing two of the Ten Commandments Stone Slabs inside.
Unfortunately, the First Temple has been destroyed, and the Ark with supreme power has vanished.
On Temple Mount also stands a massive Golden Fire Worship Altar, which is likewise the Holy Site for Fire Worshipers; since Saladin and Baldwin IV reached an agreement, Fire Worshipers are no longer forbidden to visit.
Next, was the Western Wall.
It is a wall constructed from massive rectangular rocks, where Jewish people, driven away by the Emperor of the Ancient Empire and forced to wander afar, gather to weep, hence it is also known as the Wailing Wall.
Along the way, Losa saw many devout believers praying reverently.
Arabians who believe in Fire Worship, Jews of Judaism, Armenians who belong to the Orthodox branch of the Apostolic Church, and Orthodox remnants left from the Eastern Empire ruling Asia Minor and Syria.
These heretics and sectarians are just as fervent and devout as the Public Teaching followers.
This era belongs to religion.
"Some say Jerusalem is a giant grave."
Belian sighed, "Too many people have been buried here; I can hardly imagine how bloodthirstily the Fire Worshipers will retaliate after Jerusalem City falls."
Godfrey patted him on the shoulder, "Then work hard to protect this place, follow Knight Kevin and practice martial skills well; I will grant you the title of knight soon."
Belian nodded respectfully, "I will, Father."
Losa exchanged glances with Godfrey and smiled subtly.
Afterward, they went to the Holy Sepulchre Cathedral; it was along this path that Jesus carried the heavy Cross step by step to the execution site.
Numerous devout believers bowed and worshiped along this path.
They also visited the Church of Suffering on Mount of Olives, an Orthodox church built by the Eastern Empire, where Jesus prayed before being captured.
Losa prayed with a sense of sacred emotion; he was still not very devout.
But everyone held extreme devotion in revering these ancient buildings, even whispering lest they offend the nearby divine presence.
This emotion influenced him.
And the multitude of devout believers deepened his understanding of the power of faith.
If guided properly, this power could be terrifyingly immense.
"Lord Godfrey, there’s something I need your help with."
Losa found an opportunity and took Baron Godfrey to a secluded spot, speaking directly.
"Regarding the task entrusted to you by Your Majesty?"
Baron Godfrey questioned.
He glanced around to ensure no one approached, then whispered, "Let’s talk here; no one can hear our conversation."