Mueller, as the local influence in Eira Port, has accumulated considerable connections over the years.

After pledging his loyalty, he naturally agreed to use his connections to spread the news of the upcoming reforms at Eira Port.

Merchants are driven by profit, taking the shortest trade routes and earning as much profit as possible is their instinct.

When circumventing Eira Port incurs less cost than passing through it, its return to former prosperity is merely a matter of time.

Moreover, Mueller's talent in commerce indeed merits Losa awarding him a slot as an Imperial Knight. He plans to use Mueller to establish a chamber of commerce, continuing to run the shipbuilding industry and trade with Africa.

This way, the map of "Horn of Africa" scavenged by Hog from a pirate ship can be put to use.

Seeing Mueller off, Losa's mood improved significantly.

Even Zane's rough, exploitative extraction managed to squeeze so much profit from Eira Port.

It is foreseeable that the future benefits Losa gains from here will at least match his stronghold in Hebron.

At this moment, Otto, holding his helmet with one hand, his long hair soaked with sweat, rushed in.

"Back already, has Rahman been captured?"

Otto also participated in the siege of Rahman's estate, this low-intensity warfare is well-suited for honing his skills.

After all, he wore the new type of plate armor prepared by Losa, with guaranteed defense, plus Jeanne was advised to pay extra attention, so there was no worry of any danger.

Otto nodded and said: "The personal guard wielding the axe under your command, and those veteran soldiers are truly formidable. I really wonder where you recruited such a fierce army."

"Just that, and you still think of squeezing scarce talent out of Algo, you really have the audacity?"

The Varangian Guard and the retained veterans are not trained overnight into elite troops.

Excluding extraordinary factors, they are considered first-rate heavy infantry worldwide.

"Ha."

Losa did not answer his question, pointing at the bloodstains on his armor, and said: "Change your clothes first, where's Jeanne?"

"Lady Jeanne is still tallying the spoils. The Rahman household is indeed luxurious, and hid quite a lot of weaponry. Your harvest this time is quite substantial."

"Well, by the way, Otto, there's something I want to entrust to you."

Losa plans to carry out the long-planned endeavor, once again receiving allegiance from the vassals, and granting them titles as Imperial Knights.

"I want to host a grand banquet and knight tournament at Eira Port, celebrating the full recovery of the lost lands of the Earl's Domain of Transjordan.

Arrange for invitations to be sent to all the vassals in the territory."

Under Losa, most are illiterate, the only one truly eloquent is Prajna.

But for such tedious tasks, it's more apt to involve his elder brother.

"Should Reynard be prepared too?"

Though not long arrived in the Holy Land, Otto understands the tension between Losa and Reynard.

"Of course, didn't he send me an invitation for his wedding? I want to see if he dares to come."

Losa believes Reynard most likely won't dare.

Although any wise person would not strike Reynard in such a setting.

Still, Reynard surely won't gamble; for in this world, fools are never in short supply.

Otto nodded and said: "No problem, leave this to me."

Losa smiled and said a compliment: "Thank you for your effort, Otto."

Otto extended his hand, and in Losa's surprised eyes, patted his shoulder: "What's this, we are family after all."

Watching Otto leave.

Hans couldn't help but chuckle: "My Lord, this is the first time I've seen someone pat your shoulder."

Losa raised an eyebrow: "Hans, go help Jeanne with land distribution."

The smile on Hans's face froze.

...

Soon after Hans left, Jeanne leisurely strolled into the hall.

Upon entry, she picked up the bottle on the table and gulped it down.

Losa was bewildered: "How did you return so quickly?"

Jeanne said matter-of-factly: "Since you sent Hans, I simply let him handle both the land distribution and tallying the spoils. Young men should bear more responsibility for honing."

I should have known this lazy woman would slack off!

Losa asked grimly: "How did the battle go? Did we suffer significant losses?"

Jeanne shook her head: "If we had sent the farmer soldiers, many would likely have died.

Rahman likely committed many wrongdoings. His mansion was built like a fortress with high walls.

The guard force he kept was quite capable; facing our siege, they opened the armory and armed the servants."

"But as you know, I personally led the charge, along with the Varangian Guard and retained veterans, thus, to my relief, we captured Rahman's estate with zero casualties."

Losa nodded in satisfaction.

Laziness aside, he understands Jeanne; in terms of her job, he can always trust Jeanne.

"Where's Rahman?"

"His entire family, including three wives and twelve children, have been captured and will soon be brought back with the prison wagon."

"That's good."

Losa values Rahman greatly as a key tool for winning hearts.

Without him, the big show would be much less exciting.

"By the way, when I returned, I happened to run into that Polish blacksmith Malles, who sent over the Dragon Scale Armor, made from the scales of the Earth Dragon we dealt with before."

Losa paused: "It took so long to forge, I almost forgot about it."

When he killed the Earth Dragon, he also acquired a "Cast Iron Body" skill, but unfortunately, he had too few opportunities to fight in battle.

If he dons this Dragon Scale Armor, surely Prajna would feel more comfortable letting him roam freely?

"How many sets are there?"

"Only three sets have been made so far, all crafted using the hardest scales from the Giant Dragon's back."

Jeanne stood inside, allowing the maids to help her remove the heavy armor.

"Bring them up."

Before long, three sets of shiny black Dragon Scale Armor were presented.

Losa picked up a set, compared it on himself, and couldn't help but praise: "Very light. If the defense is as strong as it was when alive, this would undoubtedly be top-tier Scale Armor."

The Dragon Scale Armor is a typical scale armor, with triangular dragon scales evenly covering the dragon skin lining.

"You and Hans get one set each."

"Not giving one to Miss Prajna?"

Jeanne blinked her eyes.

Losa joked: "Prajna is a Heavy Iron Guard, tougher than that Earth Dragon when it was alive. She doesn't need this stuff."

With Jeanne's help, Losa changed into the new outfit, stretched his body, feeling completely unrestrained, even more comfortable than the previous full-body plate armor.

"Let's go to the review field for a trial."

Losa eagerly pulled Jeanne, planning to head out.

Jeanne blinked: "I'm afraid to take you out without permission. This morning, when I followed you to the port, Prajna had some sarcastic remarks."

Losa snorted proudly: "She can't control me!"

Jeanne's face showed a mischievous smile, pointing behind Losa: "But she is right behind you."

Losa was startled, with a forced smile he turned around to look, only to find the place completely empty.

Feeling a bit annoyed: "Jeanne, are you daring to tease me now?"

Jeanne, arms crossed, said seriously: "I'm not teasing you, but giving reasonable advice; when busy with affairs, don't forget the two lovely ladies."

Jeanne showed a look of longing: "If I were you, I would be reveling night after night and not getting up during the day."

Losa replied disheartened: "Furinjira is finally trying hard, discussing witchcraft with Witch Anna, and Prajna is diligently writing her novel. I'm not forgetting them."

"So that's how it is."

A flash of disappointment crossed Jeanne's eyes: "I thought you wanted to seize this opportunity to be alone with me."

Losa was startled, worrying about the "friendship changing," but sensitively detected Jeanne's cunning look.

He calmly said: "You saw through it, yes, just want to take this opportunity to spend some time alone with you, after all, your figure and appearance truly charm me."

Jeanne "tsk-ed."

"I'm not easily fooled; next time come up with a better reason; I'm not against developing our friendship beyond camaraderie."

Losa thought "I trust you as a devil," and strode out of the room.

"Quick, follow me, let's test this new armor. I need to see how strong my defense is now."

"Huh, you're not expecting me to spear you, right? I don't have such a thing."

Losa steadied his mind, looking at Jeanne's serious appearance, hoping she meant an actual "long spear."

At the review field.

The farmer soldiers continued their training; under the hot sun, everyone was drenched with sweat but still stood straight.

Although the farmer soldiers still appeared as mere show-offs, the training and low-intensity wars during this period have certainly transformed these former farmers.

Better than some, worse than others; far superior to ordinary recruited peasants, undoubtedly.

Through the rising sound of greetings, Losa and Jeanne arrived at the weapon rack.

"Let's test the resistance to slashes first; put on the gear and don't move."

Jeanne showed an incredulous look: "You want me to be your target?"

Losa replied righteously, "Otherwise, would you want to slash me? You have so much strength; what if you really hurt me?"

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