Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks

Chapter 866 - 90: Battle

New Basilicata, east city wall.

The battle is in full swing, but it has not yet reached the side of the wall they are stationed at. However, it is clear this temporary peace will not last long.

Edgar is a Sicilian immigrant, who previously worked as a contracted slave in the North for a period of time.

Without security, receiving no salary, and not even getting enough to eat, he could only watch helplessly as his wife, in order to survive, entered a local tavern and became a call girl, eventually leaving with a supposedly distinguished Englishman without looking back.

Later, after finally shaking off that identity, he joined the local community gang, known as the Mafia.

But the Mafia, claiming to stand up for fellow villagers, is obviously not a charity organization. They treat locals who have immigrated as merely a resource.

Women are used to sell their bodies, and men too, though in another sense.

After being asked by the gang to kill an enemy, he finally detached himself from the organization. To escape the chase, he boarded a smuggling ship and landed in Texas.

British North America, or America, has never been the golden paradise advertised by the Englishmen.

Or perhaps, the land of abundant gold talked about by the Englishmen is built on the bodies of these immigrants, who have neither identity nor human rights.

They belong to the human resource mines, as valuable as gold and silver.

When he first arrived in Texas, hearing people say that in this place, as long as one works hard, they can get rich and obtain citizenship, he regarded it with skepticism.

He had long been accustomed to observing rather than listening.

Until his doubts were verified, he realized that there really is a paradise for people like him in this world.

Now there is someone trying to destroy everything, and without any hesitation, he stood up more resolutely than when he was in the Mafia, taking up the gun in his hand to defend this hard-earned life.

Later... he felt himself falling in love.

It was dusk, and he was carrying a heavy ammo box, needing to ascend thirty steps, nearly falling off the city wall.

It was her, the one wearing the Fallow Deer Hood, resembling poetry, operas, and everything he had only heard of and never seen, anything that signified beauty could be used to describe her.

It is said she is a princess from Debang.

A person as humble as him dared not harbor any expectation or fancy for someone so noble; he only wished to make Miss Viviana remember him... even if it cost him his life.

Standing on the city wall, he couldn’t help but steal glances at that woman clad in black and white battle dress, imagining that when a crisis hits, he would push her away unconditionally and then reveal a carefree smile.

Edgar, remember, before dying, you must ensure your smile is charming.

Thinking this, he couldn’t help but show a tender smile on his face.

Viviana did not notice the intense gaze from the crowd, as she had experienced too many similar gazes since her debut. She could completely differentiate which were dangerous and which could be ignored.

"Miss Furin is truly showcasing her prowess!"

She couldn’t resist but exclaim; the Blood Royal Court is rich with mystical elements, various enigmatic magics that she believes even in her prime she could hardly contend against.

Beside her, a tall Ghost Race female general, holding a Black Shield single-handedly, calmly looked up at the sky above the city at the mighty Blood Tyrant: "Furin’s talent is indeed commendable, if the adults can still act, the two of them together could easily clear these aerial threats."

This young Blood Race girl almost grew up under Prajna’s eyes into her current form.

Their target is to protect Lavinia. The judge lady doesn’t feel much pressure now; just fully assisting Furinjira in the fight is enough, so she still has the energy to talk.

"Losa is in poor condition; he tried before, although he can barely maintain fighting in half-dragon transformation, but... it seems he is enduring immense pain."

The judge lady gently furrowed her brow, a trace of indefensible heartache on her face.

Next to her, Miss Prajna couldn’t help but slightly arch her brows, casually glancing at the Candle Knight beside her, who also carried a worried expression, making her sigh deeply. Regardless of how generous one may be, sharing one’s man with five other women surely wouldn’t be a delightful matter.

Unless that person is Jeanne.

If it were someone quirky like Furin, she would definitely say something like "That big-breasted guy was burnt in the head when hung on the stake."

"The enemy is coming!"

Prajna raised her voice.

On the city wall, under the leadership of two King’s Blades, dozens of armored infantry ascended the wall.