The sky was clear and bright.
The humid sea breeze from the Mediterranean swept away the dust brought from the inland.
Losa, draped in a black cloak, rode at the front of the procession.
Beside him was Ned, who had just enlisted under his command and had not yet completed his transition.
Due to limited openings, he had to queue.
However, this did not prevent Losa from intercepting a batch of plate armor for sale at the armory in Jerusalem and outfitting the new knights under his command ahead of time.
"Ned, how did it go with that noble girl from Austria?"
Ned forced a smile and said, "Sir, you still remember that matter."
Losa laughed, "Of course, the way you exchanged glances in the arena back then made me very envious. A pure love is so rare among the nobility."
Ned lowered his eyelids and said somewhat dejectedly, "Scarlett was betrothed to a baron with substantial power. You know, someone like me, a poor knight, her father would never agree to give her to me."
