Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks

Chapter 753 58: Legendary

Yesterday's Giant Ship is an incredibly transcendent force. According to legend, it has gathered geniuses from various timelines. Many famous figures have mysteriously disappeared, and it's said that they are all somehow connected to this force.

However, a legend is just a legend, much like aliens; many people claim they exist, describing them in great detail, yet most would not consider it a serious matter.

After all, it is a presence that can traverse the river of time.

The Grand Elector is also an Extraordinary, and he understands what such an existence means. Even the gods could not achieve such a feat.

"If you need proof, very well, Lord Elector, please look up."

A translucent figure slowly reaches out, pointing to the dome.

Amidst the changing winds and clouds, the Grand Elector suddenly sees a colossal, indescribable giant object slowly sailing through the river of time, like an elegant giant whale, leaving behind a series of breathtakingly magnificent scenes.

The Crusades, the Hundred Years' War, the Wolf Race civil war, the Dragon War, Song-Jin, Ming-Yuan...

The desolate desert, the vast grasslands, the towering Theodosius Wall, and lofty towers...

The radiant Knights of Radiance, a blood-drenched Tyrant, a Wolf Race Assassin with dancing blades, Eastern demons, and Immortal Spirits from the books...

And finally, the Candle Knight riding upon a dragon.

Viviana's expression is somewhat excited. She bites her lip lightly, her eyes filled with anticipation, longing, and a desire to gain her father's approval.

For a long time, all sorts of anomalies disappear completely.

The housekeeper entering through the door just wants to ask something when he sees the Grand Elector coldly say, "Leave, I don't want anyone to come in."

He takes a deep breath, striving to calm himself from the shock: "So Captain, how do you plan to carry out the cooperation you mentioned earlier?"

Losa says in a relaxed tone: "We can sign a contract, and in the future, on the day you need it, my crew and I will come to fulfill the agreement—it may not be on a day you need, but this contract can be left for your descendants."

The Grand Elector's expression doesn't change, but Losa clearly senses that the previously sharp vigilance, like a powerful force ready to burst like a flood, has slightly stalled—this old man had been ready to fight to the death before.

He falls into contemplation, considering that if this is a legacy that can be passed down as a family asset, this deal truly isn't a loss.

Although there are still many small and large states in Germany today, Saxony, Bavaria, the Rhine Alliance, Württemberg, Baden, Hesse...

But this doesn't mean Emperor Franz has no means at all. In the Empire Council, the autonomy of the various states is gradually being eroded—first financial rights, then diplomatic rights, and military rights are soon to follow.

This generation may be alright, but no one can guarantee that the Hohenzollern family's crown won't fall to dust in the future.

Moreover, if it's as this so-called "Captain" claims, he seemingly has no room for negotiation.

"Any kind of contract?"

"I'm afraid not."

Losa shakes his head, a wisp of deep golden light condensing into a parchment contract in his hand: "The content needs to be mutually agreed upon by both parties. It won't put you at a disadvantage, but we also have our own bottom line."

This deal seems like a loss on the surface, but in reality, it's an addition of a potential future battle record copy, something the elite followers won't lack.

"You must be cautious when signing a contract."

The Grand Elector says meaningfully: "Just like the Habsburg Family's prominent chin, the Ottomans did not defeat the Habsburgs, the French didn't defeat the Habsburgs, but they ultimately succumbed to a bloodline curse."

The Habsburg Family in this world now belongs to the Lorraine branch, with the main branch already extinct.

Even so, there have been descendants with mental illnesses and epilepsy like Ferdinand I, and the Crown Prince Rudolf with depression, who have dishonored the Royal Family's dignity.

Additionally, Queen Victoria's descendants are rumored to carry a terrible bloodline curse. However, these are merely rumors and speculation among the populace, and the Grand Elector dares not mention them openly.

After all, Queen Victoria is the Grandmother of Europe, with too many ties.

"Bloodline curse... That's an interesting notion."

Losa chuckles. It's most likely due to close relatives marrying, but whether it relates to the bloodline curse in this world, he isn't sure. So, he doesn't flaunt his knowledge from a past life.

"I understand your caution, Lord Elector, but I must say, you're overly concerned. Once the contract content is agreed upon, you can choose to sign or not, or even wait until it's needed to add your name or your descendants' names."

Losa pauses briefly before continuing: "There is no invincible nation in this world, no eternal family of prosperity, and no crown that won't fall to the ground. Monarchs seeking immortality have yet to truly succeed, but Yesterday's Giant Ship will endure."

The Grand Elector remains silent for a while, then sighs powerlessly: "At this point, it seems I have no grounds to oppose."

Encountering a legendary existence like Yesterday's Giant Ship was something the Grand Elector never anticipated, and it threw his original plans into great disarray.

Fortunately, it seems this isn't terrible news.

Forming a connection with a mysterious, transcendent force like Yesterday's Giant Ship, for the Hohenzollern family, is undoubtedly a good thing.

Upon thinking of this, his expression relaxed a bit: "Well then, Captain, let's discuss the contents of this contract."

…

"Cunning old thing."

Losa, withdrawing his consciousness from Yesterday's Giant Ship, couldn't help but remark in admiration.

The two of them tugged back and forth over the terms of the contract.

Though he wasn't at a loss, he didn't want to be played the fool either. Instead, through this maneuver, his intimacy with Viviana increased a notch further.

"What happened?"

Prajna, who was beside him cleaning the sheets, asked.

"Our new companion encountered some difficulty, so I projected my consciousness over through this card," Losa explained.

His strength now was not what it used to be; the so-called "system" was gradually revealing some of its true nature to him. Although it was still like a blind man touching an elephant, he had already uncovered many new functions.

"Prajna, could you call everyone for me please? As customary, let's hold a welcome ceremony."

As he spoke, he furrowed his brows subconsciously.

They exchanged a glance and walked out of the room one after the other, leaping to the rooftop, looking west.

At this moment, it was dusk, the distant sky a warm orange hue. In the sky, countless translucent souls, like a tornado over the sea, were swirling towards the Saracen camp.

...

In the Saracen camp.

Massive piles of stone and wood levitated as the Legendary Mage in the black robe chanted, assembling into an enormous furnace, like a gigantic chimney leading to the sky, billowing thick black smoke.

Adil watched this scene with deep amazement.

Is this the power possessed by a so-called "Legendary" Mage?

How's it any different from a deity?

A group of caster advisors was also in awe, any trace of dissatisfaction that lingered in their minds completely vanished—even if it was by relying on an ancient artifact to cleverly break through to Legend.

It was still a Legend, a domain they could not aspire to reach.

The young Assassin, possessing the King-slaying Blade, couldn't help but ask curiously: "Master, the Soul Furnace is ready, what exactly do you aim to refine?"

He too was a member of the caster advisory group invited by Saladin, and previously he had known that his new mentor's expertise in Alchemy wasn't particularly high.

This wasn't something shameful to admit, as every caster had their primary field of study, along with a few secondary ones.

No one is a polymath; limited energy is one reason, the scarcity of research materials is another. Many ancient spellbooks were written in obscure, rare, or even extinct languages. Even if records existed, maintaining the inheritance was still very challenging.

These ancient spells were likely quite sinister, since one couldn't expect the ancient civilizations, where human sacrifices were still prevalent, to have any regard for "human rights" in this matter.

Orthodox spells weren't passed down systematically due to their "righteousness," but because they lacked backlash or had fewer side effects, rather than being bound by morality.

If sacrificing hundreds or thousands of lives could lead someone to Legend, even a more orderly witch like Anna might not resist indulging in such practices.

Around Shemir, cuneiform clay tablets orbited, these divine artifacts containing spellbooks said to record an entire civilization. After ascending to the Legendary Domain, their hidden powers gradually revealed themselves.

Shemir glanced at the young Assassin and instructed: "Bring forth those Dragon Beasts that we tamed before."

The Assassin hesitated for a moment before realizing something, and then asked in return: "You... intend to feed those Dragon Beasts we tamed into this furnace?"

"What else? Expect them to pose a threat to the enemy casters?"

Shemir looked indifferent, the Dragon Beasts tamed previously, like Desert Rock Dragons, although numbering over a dozen, were mostly low-tier Dragons, just a few mid-tier Dragons. To find and tame a slumbering high-tier Dragon within a short period was exceedingly difficult.

Some ancient Dragons that had slept for eons had power comparable to Legends. Even with the cuneiform clay tablets, without spending years to scheme, there was no certainty in taming them.

"Since their power isn't ample enough, we might as well invest them in this grand furnace. If I can't tame a high-tier Dragon, I'll craft a high-tier Dragon myself."

He murmured softly, a trace of fervor flashing in his eyes.

This is about crafting a high-tier Dragon!

For most "Dragonology" scholars who pursued witnessing a high-tier Dragon as their life's goal, achieving this would be the utmost honor.