Losa had long wanted to bring the Hawk Trainer into his ranks. Such perfect scouts were much more useful than light cavalry that relied on four legs to run on the ground.

But Hawk Trainers, to some extent, are somewhat linked to the Extraordinary. They form a "contract" with falcons through a certain ritual, enabling them to communicate and master "hawk speech."

Speaking of commonality, they are indeed quite common.

Many slightly larger Saracen Lords have Hawk Trainers under their command.

But to say they are rare, they truly are rare. Among all the Crusader nobles, not many have Hawk Trainers, as if these trainers are somehow bound to the Fire Worship.

Losa did not approach those wooden stakes.

He merely instructed, "Let the Saint Lazarus Redemption Chapter stationed by Alandler send a group of clergy to Eira Port. With war imminent, how can we do without a military doctor?"

But a distant water can't quench a nearby fire.

Unless Urding arrives personally, no one can treat such a penetrating wound.

Pepin, the Sheriff of Eira Port, after Losa and his group left, whispered, "Give them a quick death and a proper burial. The Heavenly Father will bless them to ascend to the Celestial Kingdom."

"Amen."

...

On the opposite highlands, surrounded by a group of Mamluk personal guards.

Under a parasol that resembled an Eastern canopy and covered with black silk, Piercer Rauf raised a silver wine cup and took a light sip of fermented grape juice.

"Ha, truly patient, no wonder, Zane, you were defeated by him."

Beside him, Zane's expression was somewhat complex.

In his heart, he surely wanted to avenge Losa and reclaim his territory.

But from that previous battle, his confidence was almost completely shattered by Jeanne. From the bottom of his heart, he was unwilling to face such an opponent as Losa again.

"Indeed, he's quite different from the traditional Frankish nobles."

"What a pity."

"Couldn't provoke him to anger, or kill him here."

Raouf Aladdin sighed lightly.

Contrary to Losa's expectations, Raouf wanted to provoke Losa, not to make him bear the guilt of breaking the treaty but truly intended to ambush and kill Losa here.

He controlled vast lands on both sides of the Red Sea, could raise three thousand armored soldiers, and had a Mamluk personal guard of five hundred people, being the most powerful lord in the Hejaz region, aside from the guardians of the two Holy Cities.

"But Zane, rest assured. With Master Shemir here, soon, I'll help you regain the territory you lost."

Rauf was full of confidence.

He had long heard from Zane that this Frankish Lord had a wizard working under him, so he wouldn't act rashly without having countermeasures.

Zane forced a smile: "Raouf, maybe it's better to let it go. Being a general under your command is also quite satisfying."

"Hmph, Zane, look at you now, weak and pathetic, like a defeated dog with its spine kicked in."

Rauf snorted coldly.

"At the latest, in half a month, when the first batch of Scorpion-tailed Lion Knights finishes training, we will launch an attack on Eira Port—then, we'll contact a group of pirates to cooperate with our fleet advancing on two fronts—he won't be able to hold it!"

Zane opened his mouth, wanting to remind, last time the pirates you contacted disappeared without a trace, and you never figured out what happened.

But then closed his mouth.

This brother of his had been expanding fiercely in the Hejaz region over the years, both in power and mentality, growing excessively.

Originally, he had little say in front of him, and now he lost the territory Raouf helped him secure.

If it weren't for still having an army and having transported a large amount of stockpiled wealth from Eira Port, he probably wouldn't even have the qualification to stand beside Raouf now.

…

This border conflict caused some unrest, especially among the converts whose divided lands bordered the Losa Territory and Raouf's frontier.

Returning to the residence in Eira Port.

Losa quickly calmed the anger in his heart, the stronger the spiritual power, the less likely it was to lose emotional control.

The grapes and watermelon, chilled in the well, were placed in front of him by the maid.

Losa sat down, speaking in a deep voice: "Ask Mueller if he has any channels to investigate what backing this Raouf truly has?"

"Yes."

He did not eat the fruit on the table but went straight back to his usual bedroom.

He took out the Double-headed Eagle Badge, connected his spiritual power, and said, "Miss Anna, is it convenient to chat?"

A broken voice came from the other side: "Just... just wait a moment."

...

In the Imperial Palace of Constantinople.

Witch Anna sprinkled a pile of red and green spices into a large cauldron set over a fire, only to hear a "bang" and sparks flew.

The liquid in the cauldron began to diminish rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, a shallow layer of the bottom was left, appearing thick and syrup-like.

She clapped her hands: "Ha, it's done—come, take these 'Strength Potions' to the 'Black Hand Brigade' camp, let them drink and then set off for Bulgaria to quell the rebellion."

"Yes."

An attendant immediately came over with great respect, skillfully dividing the magic potion in the cauldron and taking it away.

Anna went to a side and whispered:

"Hello, hello, hello?"

"I'm done here, do you have any matters?"

From the badge's end came Losa's voice: "I must thank you for the meditation method sent by your people, Miss Anna."

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