As expected, in the afternoon, Archbishop Tyr, accompanied by Lord William, hurriedly arrived with a group of clergy to pay a visit.
This was the most distinguished guest Constant Manor had ever welcomed.
This Archbishop Tyr came from the noble class of Jerusalem and studied at the School of Theology in Europe for two decades. Later, he was appointed as an envoy to the Eastern Empire by the former king.
Upon his return, he was appointed as a tutor to Baldwin IV.
Furthermore, he is also recognized as the strong successor to the Patriarch of Jerusalem, Heracles, who is elderly and no longer handles affairs.
"Your Excellency, Archbishop, it’s an honor to meet you."
Archbishop William squeezed out a slight smile on his aged face: "Baron Losa, I have long heard of your bravery in fighting werewolves. Now that you’ve accomplished this feat again, can I see the corpse of that werewolf?"
"Of course, Lord William."
Archbishop William circled around the werewolf corpse, exclaiming constantly: "This is the first time I’ve seen such a lifelike werewolf corpse. Previously, I only saw a dried wolf skin in Bologna Cathedral, and I couldn’t even be sure if it was really the skin of a werewolf or just a common wild wolf."
The other clergy were also full of enthusiasm and shock.
A towering giant of three meters, even in death, leaving behind only a shell, the shock it brought to people was unimaginable.
Is this really something mortals can deal with?
"Baron Losa, this is the blessing of the Heavenly Father!"
Losa nodded in a timely manner and said, "Indeed, without the Father’s blessing, my knights and I could never have defeated such a massive werewolf."
"For your knowledge, the Abelardo I defeated on the Austrian Border Region was just a werewolf under two meters, incomparable to this fierce creature before us. This is naturally because I was in the holy land of Jerusalem, where I received the blessing of the Heavenly Father to accomplish this feat."
Losa attributed this achievement to a miracle.
Archbishop William made the sign of the cross in front of himself and said with emotion, "Baron, you truly are a Divine Favored, and for Jerusalem, this is a timely miracle."
"If possible, I hope you can offer the remains of this werewolf to the Church. I would like to people the feat you accomplished under the Heavenly Father’s blessing."
"Of course, there’s no problem."
Losa generously gave the werewolf’s corpse to Archbishop William, as the most valuable heart had already been removed and the remaining parts had little use.
Giving it to Archbishop William for exhibition, or drying and tanning it into a "Holy Artifact," would greatly enhance his prestige.
This was a win-win situation.
Archbishop William was also surprised by Losa’s generosity and thanked him, saying, "Baron Losa, you are truly a pious person. I heard that your fief, Jorgelisburg, still lacks a priest. Would you need me to send a parish priest with a high level of theological attainment to your castle’s church?"
Losa quickly replied, "That would be excellent. Just hope for some time before, after all, the flames of war have spread to the borders, and Jorgelisburg is not far from the frontier..."
Archbishop William suddenly understood, "I can understand, when you need, you can come to me anytime."
Archbishop William’s intention to send a priest to a remote fief like Jorgelisburg was certainly not to collect the meager tithe.
But genuinely intended as an act of gratitude.
Unfortunately, Losa was not a pious believer and was unwilling to just parachute in a clergyman with whom he had no connection to stand alongside him.
While clergy and secular lords are mutually contending and dependent, Losa had too many things under him that desecrated the divine.
...
Time flew by.
Five days later.
In the main hall of the Royal Knight Order’s garrison.
Losa was handling affairs, and a newly trained branch of the Royal Knight Order, part of the Pilgrim Crusade, had already become combat-ready, numbering over eight hundred.
At this time, it was said that the Crusaders advancing north were advancing with unstoppable momentum, reclaiming lost lands one after another.
But the governor of Syria, Safudin, nephew of Saladin, who initially had a vast army of heretics besieging Tripoli, hadn’t had a direct confrontation with the Crusaders, instead retreating step by step.
The Crusaders, advancing rashly once, were caught in an ambush by the Mamluk Cavalry and suffered a great defeat, thus the two armies began a standoff in the northern border of the Kingdom of Jerusalem.
"If I were Saladin, this time would be the most suitable opportunity to attack Jerusalem, with the northward Crusaders entangled with Safudin’s army, there is simply no time or opportunity to return to aid."
Losa’s face was troubled with worry.
Not only was he aware of this, but even Count Reynard, recognized as a reckless man, returned with his army to the fief of Kaler Castle yesterday to prepare for Saladin’s invasion.
The morale of Jerusalem’s residents was not low, for the story of Losa bravely fighting werewolves in the flesh had already spread these days.
The genuine werewolf corpse dispelled all doubts in everyone’s mind, which had also made Losa a prominent figure among the nobility of Jerusalem once again.
At noon, a system prompt sounded: You have obtained a new card draw opportunity.
Losa realized that up to today, it had been exactly one week since he left Jorgelisburg for his appointment in Jerusalem.
Without hesitation, he chose to draw a card.
A blue light flashed.
A tall black-robed Priest slowly emerged in the hall.
In his hands, he cradled a Bible bound with golden chains. With short hair turning slightly white, he had a handsome face, reminiscent of an English gentleman.
Losa showed a hint of surprise on his face, considering that Losa had designed him as a medical attendant.
The black-robed Priest Urding, in the realm of four-star medical attendants, holds a top position just like Furinjira does among five-star mages—absolutely top-tier!
Name: Black-Robed Priest Urding
Quality: Extraordinary (Four-Star)
Level: 1
Intimacy: Cold
Power: 10
Agility: 7
Physical Strength: 12
Endurance: 20
Spiritual Power: 25
Talent: Blessing of the Archangel: This attendant can communicate with the power of the Archangel through spiritual power, thereby aiding the wounded.
Code: This attendant can have a certain probability of dispelling the negative state on the target during treatment. This content belongs to noveⅼfire.net
Skills:
Holy Shield: While treating the target, slightly increases their defense.
Elite Skills: Suffering Monk: Entirely transfers the damage a specified target receives to other designated targets.
Elite Second Skill: None.
Introduction: Urding, from Tuscany, was originally a descendant of the Grand Duchess of Tuscany. In middle age, he sat on the throne of the Archbishop of Milan. Later, the wolf plague swept through all Tuscany, and the sovereignty of the place was usurped by the Two Sicilies’ Wolfman Race, "Yakxi".
Afterwards, the Clan Leader of Yakxi demanded the church to tribute him with living human flesh every day.
Unable to bear colluding with the Wolfman Race, Archbishop Urding resolutely chose to leave Tuscany, becoming a wandering ascetic.
The black-robed Priest, upon his arrival, showed a cold demeanor: "I smell the scent of the Wolf Race, my Lord, have you really taken in those savage wolf beasts?"
"Urding, relax, Hans was once an attendant of the Teutonic Order. I granted him the bloodline of the Wolf Race, and he is not of the Two Sicilies’ Wolf Race."
The Two Sicilies refers to Naples and Sicily, namely the Southern Apennine Peninsula.
"Is that so..."
Urding maintained a stern face and suddenly said, "And vampires and the Ghost Race, my Lord, does no one under your command incline towards the light?"
Losa frowned: "Urding, are you accusing me?"
Urding’s face showed no emotion, and after a long stare-off, he lowered his head: "My Lord, I should not interfere with your decisions, but forgive me, I cannot agree with your... actions."
A flicker of anger also surged in Losa’s heart: "Urding, do you know where this is? This is Jerusalem, and I am the Baron of Jorgelisburg personally appointed by the King of Jerusalem and the Grand Master of the Royal Knight Order. Archbishop Tyr William and Patriarch Hercules of Jerusalem have both endorsed me, declaring me as the Divine Favored!"
Urding remained silent.
"We all know this actually proves nothing. How many of those filled with greed, with illegitimate children everywhere, are also calling themselves Pope?"
Losa continued: "Since you joined the church and held the high position of an Archbishop, you should know what a cesspit the Church truly is. Who is holy and who represents light, do you think you can define that?"
Urding was silent.
But Losa knew that this stubborn, inflexible fellow would surely not listen to what he said.
"Urding, many in the Two Sicilies’ Wolf Race have committed acts of cannibalism, but there are also many in the Wolf Race with good intentions who live peacefully with humans. Every race has its own scoundrels, and how is the Church’s method of taxing the tithe, issuing indulgence certificates, and squeezing the last copper plate from the hands of commoners any different from those man-eating evil wolves?"
"Judging whether someone inclines towards light or darkness should not dwell on their lineage nor on how they speak, but rather on how they act."
Losa coldly snorted: "I have said what I needed to say."
The black-robed Priest’s face remained hard, seemingly unaffected by Losa’s speech, but the notification indicating increased intimacy showed that he was nonetheless somewhat moved.
Urding made the sign of the cross in front of him, kneeling on one knee: "No matter what, Urding is willing to offer you his loyalty."