Even though the giant serpent has been gone for quite some time.
Losa still felt his heart pounding fiercely.
In his past and present, combining the experience of two lives as a human, he had never seen such a terrifying giant beast: "How can there be a monster of such size in this world?"
"It's not just about its size."
Prajna said in a deep voice: "The most terrifying thing about it is that it contains an extremely powerful magic power, similar to some of my warlock colleagues."
In the darkness, a hint of excitement flashed in her eyes: "Could it be a witch?"
"A witch..."
"Is it transformation technique?"
Losa guessed.
Although he had never truly seen a witch, he had heard somewhat about this witchcraft from legendary novels and street rumors.
Prajna asked: "What is that?"
"It's said that witches can transform into various terrifying giant monsters by consuming magic potions containing specific monster blood to borrow their power, but at the same time, they are gradually devoured by beastly instincts due to the transformation."
"Periodically, they'll change into monsters involuntarily."
"In fairy legends, Cinderella swiftly left the prince's sight before midnight because she was a witch proficient in transformation technique, about to transform into a giant monster."
Losa frowned and said: "Of course, I'm only speculating. This world is as unfamiliar to you as it is to me."
The original owner of this body was merely a wealthy rural landowner.
Prajna softly said: "The unknown is what makes it interesting, so that's a good thing."
Losa sighed softly: "I just hope this world is the kind with low magic levels, where you and I could easily reign supreme, rather than constantly worrying about whether one day a witch might curse us silently and kill us."
Prajna pursed her lips and suggested: "Then you better work hard to summon a medical attendant. I can protect you from physical harm, but I can't ward off intangible curses."
Losa said helplessly: "That's not something I can decide. The system, although created by me, has established rules that don't allow me any backdoor privileges."
He looked out the window.
The silhouette of the giant serpent had already vanished, but the muddy traces it left on the ground were still strikingly clear.
Plink.
A drop of water fell.
The air became moist, and soon drizzling raindrops fell.
Losa said in astonishment: "It's raining? Could it be that the giant serpent used witchcraft to bring down rain to cover its tracks?"
Prajna shook her head: "I don't know, but it's certainly possible."
...
The next day.
It was still a dreary rain.
The whole world seemed to turn gray and hazy.
After raining the entire night, the traces left by the giant serpent on the town streets had long been washed away.
A group of people and six horses had already left the inn, walking along the muddy country paths, their cloaks and clothes turned damp because of this miserable weather.
The knights under the Countess were decent people.
The two warhorses she promised were carefully selected Hungarian horses from ordinary horses, said to be bred from local horses and Arabian horses.
Though they were considerably shorter than Losa's Nisian warhorse, they were still good warhorses and were given directly to Prajna and Hans by Losa.
Laine and Model showed no resentment about the newcomers getting the better mounts.
After all, neither of them excelled in fighting on horseback. Riding warhorses was useless, besides, the former was suspected to be a witch, closely connected to their lord; the latter was an elite knight with his own equipment, neither dared to harbor grievances.
Hans, who traveled over without lance and warhorse, didn't mean he lacked riding skill and spear technique as a knight's squire.
At this time, they saw dense crowds continuously advancing ahead.
Dressed in shabby clothes and with families in tow, there were figures resembling both hooligans and mercenaries clad in chain armor.
A varied mix of people, with complex backgrounds.
Losa casually stopped someone and asked: "Where are you from, and what are you doing?"
The man replied in a state of fear and trembling: "Reporting to the lord, we are farmers going on a pilgrimage to the Holy Land, my companions and I all come from the Brandenburg border district."
"I see."
Is this the new edition of the poor Crusaders?
With Losa leading the group, they squeezed onto the road.
The shabby, dirty, weary-looking commoners instinctively moved aside to clear the path.
Mud splashed by the horse hooves landed on the faces of the roadside commoners, but they dared not utter a word.
Losa immediately stopped this action, signaling everyone to dismount and walk.
In such congested roads, riding horses wouldn't make them move faster. The ordinary commoners, upon seeing the group, did not dare to bump into them, making way naturally.
Ahead, a large caravan with a compartment occasionally emitted sounds of male and female panting, soon followed by a weary yet satisfied mercenary, who came down securing his pants.
Laine chuckled and said: "These are prostitutes traveling with the group. Using the term 'roaming harlots' couldn't be more fitting. They journey with the pilgrims, earning travel expenses and settling in cities along the way, or maybe following all the way to the Holy Land to cleanse their sins."
Losa asked instinctively: "Aren't they afraid of catching diseases?"
Laine laughed heartily and said: "Hey, would doing it in the big cities prevent disease? These roaming harlots, by following the pilgrims, can actually avoid being taxed more by the lordly masters."