The smell in the air was rather complex.

The scent of blood, the stench of rotting corpses, the burnt odor, and a faint whiff of sulfur—these mixed "aromas" made Losa's nose tingle and his eyes burn.

He wiped away the blood dripping from his ear.

The giant demon, originally three meters tall, had now turned into a charred, shriveled corpse, with the holy spear piercing its body, shining brightly in the blackened remains.

Jeanne's armor, once adorned with intricate golden lines, had lost all its power and appeared dull.

She removed her helmet, her golden curls drenched in sweat, with a fine layer of sweat beading on her smooth nose.

Exhausted, she knelt on the ground, breathing heavily.

"Are you okay?"

Prajna helped her up, and a rare glimmer of surprise flashed in her usually calm eyes—the holy spear was undoubtedly a divine artifact.

Its power was so great that Prajna couldn't help but wonder how it would fare against the ghost face shield in her hand, said to be made from pieces of the Ghost Gate.

As if sensing its owner's dangerous thoughts, the ghost face on the shield contorted as if it had tasted something bitter—it clearly didn't want to take such a hit!

Jeanne leaned weakly in Prajna's arms, smiling as she said, "It's not a big deal, just a bit exhausted. After all, the demon's level wasn't low. To ensure a one-hit kill, I had to give it my all."

Losa breathed a sigh of relief, "As long as you're fine. Do you want to lie down for a while?"

Jeanne's eyes lit up, "If I could rest on Miss Prajna's lap pillow, I certainly wouldn't refuse!"

Losa: "..."

Prajna frowned slightly.

Losa hesitated for a moment, but seeing the weak and pale look on Jeanne's face, he softened and said, "Prajna, considering Jeanne did the most this time..."

Prajna nodded, "Alright."

Hans limped over, waving at Losa and sounding slightly excited, "Sir, I'm here!"

Losa quickly got up, feeling guilty that he had been so focused on Jeanne that he forgot about the young boy.

Fortunately, Hans didn't seem to be seriously injured.

"Sir, how did you find me?"

He looked a bit pale, wrapped in a tattered robe barely covering his body, his eyes filled with exhaustion, but when he saw Losa, he appeared very serene.

"Don't forget, I have beast intuition too."

Losa gently patted his shoulder, "We are connected."

It seemed those words broke down Hans' defenses.

Hans' voice became slightly choked.

"Sir, so many people died. I couldn't protect them. If you hadn't arrived in time, I might have died too."

"It's okay. It's all over now. You've done very well."

Losa's tone softened.

To himself, Hans was undoubtedly the closest attendant among many, considering age, even without counting the years of his previous life, he was like a younger brother.

Compared to high-star attendants who live for centuries, he was still very young.

Hans always wanted to catch up with him.

Not to be gradually eliminated by his weak one-star template.

He could feel Hans' efforts, but he often treated Hans like a tool to be used where needed, which made him feel slightly guilty.

"I'm sorry, Sir. I lost my composure."

Hans took a deep breath and spoke softly.

"It's okay. Let's check on the wounded and take them back to Jerusalem."

Losa, not being good at expressing his feelings, just patted his shoulder again.

He walked out of the theater.

A cool breeze, mixed slightly with the smell of horse dung, blew in, and Losa felt refreshed.

Of the nearly twenty Royal Knight Order soldiers led by Hans, only eight survived by sheer luck, and due to the demon's death throes, those eight were left deaf and unconscious.

Whether they would recover in the future was uncertain.

They were carried onto a cart and taken away by the Knight Order members who arrived later. Losa also saw Urding's trained "physicians," with a large cross tattooed on their chests, treating the wounded.

After sending off the wounded,

Losa pointed to the old building with a tarpaulin-covered top, "This was originally a grand theater built by the Greeks, abandoned and turned into a farmer's market. Today isn't an open day, so if we hadn't deliberately searched, no one would've discovered this demon's plot."

"You did really well. Just imagine if this demon had been lurking in Jerusalem, who knows what damage it could have caused."

Hans forced a smile, "Thank you for the compliment, Sir."

Furinjira wiped away non-existent sweat and walked out of the theater, "Sir, the demon's been burned completely, even its scales are carbonized and crumble at a touch, leaving no valuable spoils."

"Hmm."

Losa didn't feel disappointed.

Because the system notice had already chimed in: Your six-star attendant Jeanne D'Arc has slain an epic template demon—the Abyssal Demon.

You have completed the milestone "Demon Hunter," which will advance to "Extraordinary Demon Hunter."

You received an opportunity for a simulated battle to complete the [Ascension] quest.

"Simulated battle?"

"Another new gadget?"

Losa wasn't in the mood to study it in detail here, so the group mounted their horses and headed towards Jerusalem City.

Furinjira, still terrified, said, "That demon was truly horrifying, at least equivalent to a Blood Race duke. My blood spear speared into its body, only to be dissolved instantly."

"Is it really that powerful?"

Losa was somewhat surprised.

In Losa's perception, this Demon should be stronger than the adult Earth Dragon they dealt with before.

But exactly how much stronger was unknown, because Jeanne dealt with it in the same way as she killed that Earth Dragon, with just a single "Holy".

The biggest difference was that, this time in the encirclement and attack on the Demon, Losa didn't get involved at all.

Even with the Dragon Bloodline, his current strength was still far from that of a real Extraordinary Strongman.

Jeanne nodded and said, "Indeed very powerful. If it weren't an Otherworld creature, and this world had a strong repelling force against it, coupled with the Holy Spear's massive restraint on dark creatures, I couldn't guarantee a one-hit kill."

Losa felt a slight heaviness in his heart.

This time, they successfully found and dealt with the descending Demon.

But what if they hadn't?

How many of these Demons, hidden within mortal bodies and seemingly no different from people, were there?

Ahead, a long caravan appeared.

Seeing the flag Losa raised, they gave way voluntarily.

This was a large convoy composed of Gypsy caravans, carrying all the possessions of these wanderers, like moving houses.

Due to this custom, they were sometimes mistaken for Kuman or Tatars from the Eastern European Grassland.

Despite Western Europeans being unable to distinguish between these either, sometimes mistaking the Magyars from Hungary for Kumans.

The Franks were accustomed to call Gypsies Bohemians, which the real Bohemians would certainly wish to throw them out the window upon hearing.

An old blind woman holding a Crystal Ball sat at the front of a caravan, and as they passed by, she suddenly spoke.

Seeing that the group did not understand, she brought the Crystal Ball to her front.

Prajna spoke up, "She said this Crystal Ball has the magic power to see into people's hearts."

Losa was a bit surprised, "You even know the language of Gypsies?"

Prajna nodded slightly, "Death knows no race, learning a language in the dreary Hell is already a rather interesting pastime."

Furinjira was very interested, "Ask her how much it costs?"

Prajna inquired for a while.

The old woman was also very surprised Prajna knew their language, she said, "Just one coin will do, whether it's a Gold Coin, Silver Coin, or Copper Coin, as long as you think it equals your heart."

This price was indeed quite in line with the noble's penchant for face.

But Losa thought, he wasn't the kind of fool who would put on airs, so he decided depending on the situation, he would only give Silver Coins or Copper Coins.

The old woman raised the Crystal Ball in her hand, the orb's foggy eyes turning, "Who will go first?"

"Let me go first."

Prajna spoke first.

Losa did not stop her, as Prajna was their strongest in defense, whether it be Magic Resistance or Physical Resistance.

Having her go first was the safest, most proper approach.

The old woman expressionlessly raised the Crystal Ball high, holding it in front of Prajna.

A faint purple light flashed.

Furinjira eagerly asked, "Big guy, what did you see?"

Prajna blinked slightly, feeling as if a good amount of time had passed, or perhaps just a second.

"Nothing, just a chaos."

"Figures, it suits your personality."

Furinjira said, "My turn, my turn!"

At this moment, the old woman's face grew pale, and with a crisp "crack" sound, the Crystal Ball cracked.

She seemed to see a terrifying demon, suddenly threw away the Crystal Ball, and scurried into the caravan.

No matter how much Furinjira called, she wouldn't come out.

Losa frowned, "Prajna, did you feel anything wrong?"

Prajna shook her head, "No, she wasn't malicious, just frightened by me."

"From her perspective, she should have seen a hell of mountains of corpses and a sea of blood, piled white bones."

Prajna explained.

Furinjira complained, "What's this, daring to come out for divination with just this ability?"

Jeanne made a fair comment, "Given your Person, this result is quite normal. Among everyone here, maybe only Hans's divination won't have issues."

Hans: "..."

Losa nodded, tossed a heavy Money Bag onto the cart, and left.

Breaking someone's livelihood equipment, even taking out a coin, even if it's a Gold Coin, made Losa feel a bit guilty.

Moreover, according to Prajna, this Gypsy old woman clearly had some skills, and that Crystal Ball in her hand should also count as a "Magical Artifact."

The sky gradually darkened, and the Gypsy caravan stopped by the roadside, setting up camp, singing and dancing by the bonfire.

The old woman finally emerged from the carriage, trembling as she picked up the Money Bag, her face still showing fear... and a hint of grievance.

Is it necessary?

Isn't it just trivial matters of marriage and children?

What's there not to say?

Did they have to break my livelihood equipment?

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