In the early morning, the sky was filled with gloomy clouds.
The air was permeated with a faint earthy scent, as if a torrential downpour could descend at any moment.
"Compared to the inland deserts, the climate in Jerusalem is like Heaven. No wonder most nobles are unwilling to stay within their own fiefdoms."
According to the geography of the previous life, Jerusalem should belong to a subtropical Mediterranean climate. Although summer rainfall would be less, it's not uncommon.
Losa washed his face by the fountain, the cold spring water made him let out a refreshing sigh.
Furinjira handed him a towel, tentatively asking, "Lord, you didn't explain clearly last night, what exactly is the relationship between you and that woman Jeanne?"
"What relationship..."
Losa pondered, asking, "Furin, who is the Sun King in your memory?"
