Chapter 191: Preparation
After speculating roughly about the historical journey of this blade, Liang En shifted attention to the specific contents of the cards. Sure enough, the cards drawn this time held significant value.
Among the five cards, four were commonplace, including two extremely precious ones: "Legendary Power (N)," one "Appraisal (R)," and one "Restoration (N)."
The final card, however, was a rare skill card that introduced Liang En to a new skill related to the Japanese sword: Japanese Swordsmanship.
"Japanese Sword Technique (R): Historically, most nations possess their unique combat techniques, and Japan is no exception. With Hollywood's promotion, the martial technique known as swordsmanship began spreading worldwide.
Despite being labeled as swordsmanship, it's essentially a combat technique using the curved single-edged Japanese sword as a weapon. For ancient Japanese warriors, this was their lifeline.
Enhancement card (one-time use): Consuming this card allows mastery of the techniques of a top-notch Samoan swordsman. Note that mastery only encompasses the skill, not physical enhancement."
"Every time, it feels like I gain some muscle memory," Liang En muttered to himself after absorbing this skill. He sensed a slight discrepancy between his body and this new skill. Different combat techniques induced varied changes in the body, and his muscles clearly lacked this memory.
Fortunately, the body enhanced by the card had slight differences from a normally exercised physique, exhibiting significantly better compatibility than an average human. Thus, practicing this swordsmanship should eventually adapt well in the future.
After a brief search about this school of swordsmanship, Liang En raised an eyebrow. This technique belonged to an ancient lineage of swordsmanship.
This meant that this technique was essentially a combat-oriented style, distinct from modernized forms like sports-inclined swordsmanship.
Consequently, Liang En realized the difficulty in pursuing a ranking in Japanese swordsmanship. This combat-focused style did not align with the standards of modern swordsmanship assessments.
Thankfully, he didn't need to undergo swordsmanship evaluations. For him, learning this particular swordsmanship for physical fitness and self-defense sufficed as a significant achievement.
Once he ascertained how to use his new skill, Liang En refocused on the newly acquired blade.
"It seems I need to find a suitable scabbard for this blade. While an outdoor scabbard might not be urgent, securing a white scabbard for safekeeping is essential."
Immediately after using the cards, Liang En pondered on how to preserve the blade. Luckily, Uncle Maimaiti, the bowyer he knew, had connections related to ancient weapon crafting. Obtaining a white scabbard for the blade seemed plausible through him.
The assumption stemmed from the popularity of Japanese swords among classical weaponry in Eastern countries, making it relatively easier to find artisans associated with Japanese swords.
Indeed, when he contacted Uncle Maimaiti, he introduced Liang En to a craftsman skilled in crafting the wooden part of Japanese sword scabbards.
However, these handcrafted items were pricey. A plain white scabbard alone cost nearly 600 pounds. Facing an irreplaceable item, Liang En couldn't negotiate a lower price.
Fortunately, the artisan acknowledged the steep pricing and promised, along with the scabbard, to include a complete set of maintenance equipment for the Japanese sword.
From a marketing perspective, this Japanese craftsman had a knack. Knowing the added gift wouldn't surpass 50 pounds, Liang En found comfort in paying the price.
As these scabbards were customized, delivery would take several days after placing the order.
Once he sorted these miscellaneous affairs, Liang En finished dinner early and returned to his room, delving into examining the ring on his chest. Unlike before, the ring was now in a state ready to be activated at any moment.
"To activate the power within the ring, it requires a permanent occupation of 10 points of Legendary Power and entering a historical projection to complete a task. Will you enter the historical projection to complete the task? Yes/No."
Reviewing the information displayed on the ring, Liang En retrieved his firearms from the room safe and loaded them with ammunition. However, upon trying to use a card resembling a gun, he noticed it turned red, rendering it unusable.
After numerous attempts, Liang En realized that besides his inherent skills, modern weapons couldn't be brought into the historical projection.
"Looks like it won't work today," Liang En shook his head and muttered. "If I can only carry ancient weapons, I must make preparations in advance."
Hence, starting the next day, Liang En began procuring various items online. Fortunately, obtaining ancient equipment in this era posed minimal difficulty, except for the expense.
Especially after several trials revealed that the historical projection merely restricted the style of required carried items, not the materials, making procurement easier and budget-friendly.
For instance, acquiring a complete set of handcrafted medieval plate armor would be expensive and time-consuming. Yet, using modern techniques and materials could reduce the cost and expedite the process, possibly delivering the armor within two to three days.
Modern production meant mass production, allowing manufacturers to modify existing armor according to Liang En's measurements and needs, enhancing suitability.
Adhering to this approach, Liang En, like a seasoned professional, placed orders through online shops that night, receiving a shipment after three days from a Chinese-owned machining factory in Dublin. The larger package contained a complete set of Maximilian-style plate armor and a Japanese samurai sword with a slightly modern appearance.
The smaller package held a fiberglass round shield, a more modern-style battle axe, a carbon fiber spear, and five smaller Viking throwing axes—weapons Liang En was proficient in using.
However, these outfits didn't just feature style; they possessed modernized traits in several aspects, including materials. For example, the armor utilized titanium alloy, while the blades used higher-performance modern steel instead of titanium alloy due to the weight changes affecting regular weapon users' handling.
Besides armaments, he carried fire starters, food, ropes, nails, and a range of potentially useful items, preparing for any unforeseen circumstances.
With all preparations complete, that night, Liang En fully armed himself in his room on his ranch, then pressed the "Yes" button on the semi-transparent interface that popped up from the ring.
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Chapter 192: Stepping into Historical Projection
Liang En pressed the button that appeared on the ring with intent. A cobalt window manifested on the ring, resembling a patch of suspended light in mid-air.
Curious, he peered down through the patch and glimpsed what seemed like a dimly lit stone structure below, illuminated only by sparse torches or oil lamps. It appeared akin to a cellar or some enclosed construction.
Yet, beyond that, everything appeared indistinguishable; the style of the stone structure seemed commonplace, akin to most stone constructions across Europe.
"It seems the only way to figure this out is to go down there." Failing to discern anything significant within the patch of light, Liang En approached the light as per the information transmitted to his mind when he activated it earlier.
As he lowered his head to touch the surface of the patch with his nose, his room suddenly flipped, and he lunged forward, tumbling into a basin.
In an instant, Liang En vanished from his bedroom, leaving only the faintly glowing patch on the room's surface, rippling in circles.
Contrary to his expectations, Liang En didn't feel like he crossed any particular boundary. Instead, he felt himself plummeting into a cold, dark substance, as though being sucked into a black vortex—
Within this tranquil darkness, Liang En felt his eyelids growing heavier. Unconsciously, he closed his eyes, sinking into darkness, nearly slipping into a profound slumber.
However, soon enough, sensations flooded back, as if warm sunlight coursed through his entire body from the crown of his head. After a shiver, all sensations returned in full force.
Abruptly opening his eyes, he found himself standing in the stone passage he'd seen through the light. Surrounding him were chilling stone walls, with a faint glimmer seeping through the wooden floor's crevices.
After surveying the area, Liang En realized he had emerged within a stone tower or turret, situated in the structure's middle.
However, the tower above remained eerily quiet. Liang En heard no commotion, only faint murmurs and clinking metal beneath his feet.
"It seems I haven't been dropped into a battlefield despite the setting of the castle tower." Grasping his location within a castle tower and noting the relative quietness, Liang En breathed a sigh of relief.
Although the historical projection was a blend of reality and illusion, according to the information in his mind, injuries or death here wouldn't truly harm him. But there was a price for such harm or death; if he perished here, it would significantly affect his vitality, leaving his body weakened for an extended period, according to traditional Chinese medicine.
Hence, while safer than the real world, this place wasn't as simple as a war game. Liang En realized he had to maintain the same alertness as in reality.
After checking his gear, Liang En instinctively looked up to find the light patch he'd descended through. Yet, there was nothing above, only an arched ceiling made of stone.
Drawing a deep breath, Liang En removed a shield from his back, holding it in his left hand, while his right hand gripped a spear with a triangular armor-piercing head. He proceeded cautiously toward the illuminated stairway entrance.
Following the information newly received upon arrival, he knew his task was to rescue a hostage on the ground floor and escort them to an evacuation point. However, apart from marking the positions of the hostage and the evacuation point, the information was sparse.
"It looks like I'm on my own from here on." Liang En sighed. Even the most elite special forces would find such a situation daunting, let alone someone like him, relatively inexperienced.
Thankfully, this wasn't the real world. Liang En believed that doing his best here, with a clear conscience, was what mattered. Moreover, he had no idea who the enemy was; perhaps they were as inexperienced as he was, offering a chance for victory.
Fortunately, the tower seemed to be the main tower of a castle, hence, its size was considerable. Therefore, the ascent and descent were via stone steps rather than wooden ladders.
For someone delving deep into enemy territory while carrying a significant load, like Liang En, stone steps provided more security than ladders, allowing him to remain combat-ready while descending.
Even though the inheritance Liang En received included instructions on wearing plate armor, making him familiar with the defense and ease of movement it offered, the weight he carried and his limited practice made his descent somewhat clumsy, producing clinking sounds.
As he reached the wooden door on the next floor, it suddenly swung open, and two heavily armored figures wielding swords charged toward him.
"Greek Fire!" Witnessing this, Liang En instinctively activated the "Greek Fire (R)" card. With an infusion of legendary points, the card ignited.
A stream of fire shot forth from his body, engulfing the two charging figures in a swirl of black smoke and crimson flames.
"Ah!" Three simultaneous screams echoed from where Liang En stood and further away. The illumination from the three human-shaped torches lit up the tower's floor.
Evidently, Liang En's recent Greek fire attack not only engulfed the two nearby figures but also ignited a third individual behind them.
Taking advantage of their incapacitation due to being engulfed in flames, Liang En swiftly used his spear to subdue all three, who were running amok due to being set ablaze. He then assessed the situation.
"It seems this skill works well in enclosed spaces." Realizing that the armor-clad bodies he just dispatched bore evidence of the blaze, Liang En acknowledged the sound decision he made earlier.
Being an ordinary human, despite his array of combat skills and exceptional equipment, there was still a certain level of risk in close combat situations. Hence, using card-based skills to swiftly eliminate three heavily armored opponents in such a scenario seemed wiser than risking physical engagement.
After stepping over the charred bodies, Liang En proceeded down the stairs to the tower's next level. Here, he discovered the floor divided by an iron grille.
One section appeared to be a mere passage, save for a box and a burning body. The other side was littered with straw and had some furniture, resembling a prison. A figure of average height struggled within, attempting to douse the straw ignited by the earlier blaze.
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Chapter 193 Escape
"What are you?" As Liang En approached the gate of the iron fence in his armor, the figure inside the fence, which had extinguished the small flame beside them, stood up and looked at him.
"I'm here to get you out." Seeing the hostage tag on the person, Liang En replied in the same somewhat ancient French the other used. His memory of Bon Lang's language was enough to handle the situation.
As he spoke, Liang En leaned his spear against the wall, then drew the now alloy Viking battle-axe from his waist and slammed the back of it against the large lock on the door.
Although the Viking battle-axe wasn't ideal for this kind of work, modern equipment and Liang En's enhanced body allowed him to break the lock with just two or three strikes using the back of the axe.
Despite its intimidating appearance, the lock, crafted with ancient techniques and metalwork, wasn't as indestructible as it seemed.
With a clatter, the fist-sized iron lock fell to the ground, and the person inside pushed open the door and walked out.
"Thank you for coming to rescue me." The person inside came out nervously, "Do you have any weapons to spare? I feel like I can still fight."
"What weapons are you skilled with?" Liang En displayed his array of weapons, "I have a longsword, an axe, a spear, and a bow and arrows."
"Just the longsword." The person drew the katana from Liang En's sheath and held it. "Actually, I'm more proficient with a knight's sword, but unfortunately, you don't have that here."
"Sorry, I only carry what I'm familiar with." Liang En chuckled, then asked, "By the way, who are you? I only knew I was here to rescue someone, but apart from the person locked in this tower, I know nothing else."
"I'm Jeanne d'Arc, you can call me Jeanne." This short-haired girl dressed in men's clothing swung Liang En's katana a couple of times, testing its feel.
Besides the introduction, Jeanne said some other things, but Liang En completely ignored what she said at that moment, feeling the name echoing in his mind.
Because with that name and considering Liang En's current location, he suddenly realized what the situation he encountered was all about.
For the Chinese, the name Jeanne d'Arc might not be familiar, but if mentioned in another translation, many might have heard of it: Joan of Arc.
From the current situation, the ring Liang En had found earlier should be Joan of Arc's ring. That's why this task had presented itself now.
And the specific content of this historical projection task Liang En entered should be the rescue of the captured Joan of Arc. However, it wasn't clear whether it was from the Burgundians' hands or the English.
"I think the commotion here might have alerted nearby guards. Do you have any plans for what's next? Like an escape route?"
"Sorry, it's just me here." Liang En gripped the spear and shield. "And I only appeared at the top of the tower five minutes ago, so I know nothing about the surroundings."
"That's..." Jeanne looked surprised at Liang En's words but quickly composed herself.
"The tower we're in is close to the city wall, and there's a ladder nearby that we can use to climb it." She quickly explained the situation around to Liang En.
"So, all we need to do next is break through the guards outside and climb the wall. Then, we can use ropes to cross the wall and escape."
"No problem, I'll follow your lead." Knowing Jeanne was Joan of Arc and understanding the surroundings, Liang En handed over the command to her. For him, the most crucial task was to safely escort Joan to the evacuation point about 1 km away from there. So, as long as they could achieve that, Liang En didn't mind not being in charge.
"Now everyone's gathered outside this tower." Noticing the activity outside, Jeanne whispered, "It should be the patrol preparing to execute me in the courtyard, probably around 7 to 8 of them—"
"Let me handle this." After using the Greek fire skill earlier, Liang En realized he had an ace up his sleeve for close combat against a group of enemies.
Deciding his course of action, Liang En knocked on the door with his spear, pretending to prepare for a breakout. The group outside fell for it. With a loud bang, two people with shields charged in shoulder to shoulder, but what met them was a blast of fire.
Compared to the earlier attempt that felt like a gamble, this time, the Greek fire had a much more potent impact. Especially in contrast to the slightly open space of the tower's first floor, targeting the crowded enemies at the door was much simpler.
These people outside had never expected to face a wall of flames. In their minds, shields clad in metal and leather along with the plate armor they wore should fend off most attacks.
Not to mention, this castle was entirely under their control. Even if someone tried to rescue someone, it couldn't be a large force, and a small elite group in this situation would be trapped inside the tower.
Considering this, the guards who barged in specifically raised two shields to prevent a breakout or a suicidal strike from inside. They charged in, only to directly confront the flames unleashed by Liang En.
The burning fuel stuck to the bodies of their targets through every crevice, igniting on their flesh.
The pain from this burning flame was beyond what normal individuals could endure. So, those present, like the three previously burnt individuals, dropped what they held, frantically trying to pat out the flames while screaming in agony.
Taking advantage of their incapacitation, Liang En and Jeanne used their weapons to free the unfortunate ones rolling on the ground from their torment. Then, they moved the burning bodies aside, clearing the path.
"Follow me, the steps are this way." After rushing out of the tower, Jeanne quickly gestured towards a stone staircase about a dozen meters away. Liang En immediately followed her as they charged upwards.
Just as the two reached the top of the city wall, the bells from behind began tolling. Simultaneously, many heavily armed warriors emerged from the rooms, converging towards the tower.
Evidently, the local garrison had anticipated the possible abduction of Joan of Arc. The moment the bells started, these people fully armed themselves and rushed out from nearby buildings, positioning themselves for combat.
Initially, this group was somewhat disoriented, but soon they charged towards Liang En and Joan, who had reached the steps. At the same time, several archers on the tower noticed them and prepared to shoot their arrows.
"You quickly secure this rope." Liang En detached a climbing rope from his waist and handed it to Joan, then raised his shield. "I'll cover you."
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Chapter 194: Escape
Soon enough, archers from several towers around began shooting arrows at Liang En and his companions. Simultaneously, a group of armored soldiers brandishing weapons charged up the steps.
"This won't do." Listening to the clanging of arrows hitting their armor and shields and seeing the enemy soldiers getting closer, Liang En muttered. Then he unleashed Greek fire once more.
Unlike the previous bursts of flames, this time Liang En aimed at the arrow slits on the towers' sides, using the tactical advantage of the Greek fire card to shoot fireballs.
Because of his ability to roughly target the openings, after using the skill three times, Liang En managed to hit the wall only once. The other two shots flew into the towers and exploded within.
The Greek fire, detonating inside the towers, exceeded Liang En's expectations in its destructive force. Perhaps due to flammable or explosive materials stored inside for defense, as he witnessed the Greek fire explode, the entire tower went up in flames.
Flames burst from every opening in the tower, igniting the wooden defensive structures above and the tiles made of the same material. The tower blazed like a torch.
After igniting the tower, Liang En handed the shield to Joan of Arc for protection, then used a burst of flames to scorch the enemies climbing up the stairs, followed by using a fireball spell to block the entire staircase.
The enemies were momentarily blocked by the flames at the base of the wall. However, a group wearing light or no armor emerged from behind, armed with long-range weapons resembling crossbows.
"Troublesome." Seeing this, Liang En immediately utilized the simultaneous shot function attached to the Kazan copper pot against the group below, simultaneously launching a fireball.
Under the joint attack of fireballs and arrows, the distant troops were immediately routed, making their escape route somewhat safer.
"Alright, let's go." Liang En shouted, then with Joan of Arc, swiftly slid down the wall using the secured ropes and crossed the ditch filled with wooden spikes towards the nearby bushes.
By this time, the city's guard units had reacted and sent pursuers after Liang En's group. However, the pursuers arriving from the city gates would take some time, enough for the two to rush into the woods.
"Are you okay?" With no arrows flying behind them, Liang En loudly asked, "The arrows and spears earlier didn't hit you, did they?"
"I'm fine, thanks to the shield you gave me. Otherwise, those arrows' positions were indeed dangerous." Joan of Arc smiled. "We need to move away from the city quickly; they'll soon come after us."
"Follow me, just a little further ahead. I sense assistance in that direction." Liang En spoke while leading the way towards the planned evacuation point, discarding the spear and removing the arrows from his quiver.
Running through the thickets wasn't easy, especially in full armor. For safety, Liang En discarded only his helmet and gauntlets, reducing weight.
In the heat of the moment, people easily make mistakes. For instance, Liang En had just claimed to Joan of Arc that he was alone and clueless, yet now he claimed to sense assistance.
Oddly, Joan of Arc didn't question Liang En's obviously flawed logic but quietly followed him, gripping her katana, running deeper into the woods.
The journey remained relatively calm since the ground pursuit was far enough behind and the mounted enemies couldn't run swiftly through the forest.
Although a few horse-mounted enemies got close to Liang En, their loud approach allowed him to prepare and shoot them down with his bow and arrows.
Finally, panting, Liang En and company arrived at the edge of a small river. A small boat was docked not far from them, marked as the evacuation point.
"At last." Liang En wiped the sweat off his forehead and urged Joan of Arc onto the boat. According to the newly acquired information in his mind, once Joan of Arc reached the endpoint about a kilometer downstream, his mission would be complete.
After pushing the boat into the water, Liang En and Joan of Arc boarded. Due to his mastery of the "Seaborne Raider (R)" skill, Liang En easily guided the boat to the middle of the river and downstream.
"Excuse me... Are you, by any chance, the Archangel Uriel sent by God?" As the boat smoothly entered the middle of the river, Joan of Arc sitting at the bow turned slightly to look at Liang En and asked.
Hearing Joan of Arc's question, Liang En had a sudden realization. He finally understood how his earlier illogical explanations had convinced her.
He had realized the flaws in his words as soon as he entered the woods, and he didn't believe Joan of Arc couldn't discern those flaws.
Although Joan of Arc had limited formal education, her experiences in prolonged warfare had granted her extensive knowledge. Such a glaring logical flaw in Liang En's speech should not have escaped her notice.
Now, it was apparent that Joan of Arc had been misled by Liang En's use of Greek fire, mistaking him for an angel. Suddenly, everything he had said before made sense to her, given her perception of an angel's abilities.
As for why she identified him as Uriel, that was simple. According to legend, Uriel was the angel in charge of the fires of Hell, the one who governed Hell. During the final judgment, Uriel was responsible for opening the gates of Hell, wielding a flaming sword to eternally burn the deeply sinful.
For Joan of Arc, Liang En's sudden appearance in the tower, eliminating the guards and rescuing her, seemed miraculous. Furthermore, during their escape, he repeatedly used fire to eliminate their pursuers.
Due to their proximity, Joan of Arc clearly saw the flames appearing from nowhere and flying towards their enemies, resembling the legendary flames of Uriel's sword.
"I'm definitely not an angel. I'm just a stranger, a human like you." Liang En removed the headgear he wore as a buffer and revealed his face.
"Furthermore, I don't believe in the deities you believe in." "To be precise, I'm not even from the same world as you. I saved you because I received some sort of directive and completed the task."
Knowing that this historical projection wasn't the real world, Liang En was more unrestrained. He even uttered words that he normally wouldn't have said.
Evidently, these words were quite shocking, especially to people from the 15th century. So even Joan of Arc, accustomed to upheavals, was taken aback.
"It's a pity this historical projection doesn't allow bringing anything modern in; otherwise, taking a few photos now would've been awesome." Looking at the surprised expression of the young girl in front of him, Liang En thought with a tinge of regret.
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Chapter 195: Mission Completed
The journey aboard the ship on the river proved notably swifter and safer than previous attempts at escape. The roads on land were noticeably more rugged compared to the serene river route.
As they approached the evacuation point, the ship remained calm, no pursuers emerging from the riverbanks to launch an attack.
"Oh, I have something of yours." With the absence of pursuers around, Liang En retrieved a pendant box from his armor's collar. Opening it, he took out a ring and handed it over.
Realizing the girl before him was the legendary Joan of Arc, he deduced that the ring he possessed, previously useless for skill execution, was likely her relic.
"Ah, this is the ring my parents gave me, but it was taken by that greedy bishop in red," Joan said, taking the ring and examining it with joy. "Thank you for helping me retrieve it."
Perhaps because she had escaped and regained something left by her parents, the girl appeared livelier, even humming a soft tune.
Listening for a while, Liang En realized the song was a folk tune about a shepherdess. It seemed Joan was now missing her family and homeland.
"Will we meet again?" As the ship neared the evacuation point, Joan asked, as if sensing something.
"Perhaps, perhaps not," Liang En vaguely replied. Truthfully, he hadn't figured out the purpose of this mission, let alone the answer to her question.
"Regardless, thank you." Due to her prolonged stay in prison, Joan's hair almost covered her eyes, her face obscured by dirt. But at that moment, Liang En clearly saw her smiling.
"It's nothing; it's all the power of fate." Seeing her radiant smile, Liang En returned it with an equally sunny one.
At that moment, the ship reached its destination. Suddenly, all sounds—the rustle of the wind through the trees, the flow of the river—vanished, as if the entire world had paused.
Liang En noticed everything around him had stopped, the distant trees, the river, even Joan across from him, frozen as if the world had hit a pause button.
Then he felt himself slowly ascending, the world receding. In an instant, only a bright white light remained, identical to when he had arrived.
Next, it felt like a slow-motion somersault, and suddenly, he found himself standing with both feet on the ground. The surrounding darkness momentarily blinded him before realizing he was back in the bedroom on the ranch.
Before him, the bright light that had filled the space moments ago rapidly shrank, fading into nothingness. The room, devoid of its only source of light, plunged into darkness.
"What a miraculous journey." Standing in the dark, reminiscing about the events, Liang En switched on the room's light to inspect himself.
As he removed his gear, he was astonished to find marks and abrasions on the armor from its historical projections.
Further examination revealed the worn-out appearance of items he had discarded during the escape—the helmet, iron gloves, and even the sword and shield he had lent to Joan—all appeared aged, as if decades had passed.
"Is this the true power of historical projection? It's terrifying." Looking at these almost scrap-like items, Liang En's expression turned grim.
Clearly, the danger posed by this phenomenon, known as historical projection, was not solely what he had witnessed earlier. Any existence named after history and involving the power of time held extreme risks.
Fortunately, it seemed that the power of his "golden finger" was reliable enough to help him navigate these dangers and fully utilize its advantages.
"Huh, where's my ring?" As he further inspected himself after removing the armor, he was surprised to find the ring, hanging from his neck in a pendant box, had disappeared, leaving behind an empty box.
After a quick search confirming the absence of the ring, Liang En speculated that giving the ring to Joan during the historical projection might have caused it to be lost within that projection.
"Wind blows, eggshells fly; fortune gone, people safe." Self-comforting, Liang En muttered, then delved into his mind to review his gains from this venture.
Similar to when he first acquired the "golden finger," this time, three cards appeared. Besides one that increased the limit of legendary power points, the other two were exceptionally rare cards.
"Historical Follower (SSR): A powerful historical explorer can obtain anything they desire from history, even the most loyal followers.
These followers' abilities are closely linked to the explorer's, but it's certain that each has left an indelible mark in history, becoming the explorer's most exceptional companions.
Skill Card (Permanent) (Preparing): The card user will gain a follower, someone with a special status, but it requires an additional 10 legendary power points daily to maintain their existence."
"So, I can summon Joan from history this time and allow her to live in this world with a particular status like others."
After scrutinizing his second SSR card, Liang En wore a pensive expression. Yet, considering the card still appeared grey after activation, it seemed this historical follower might take some time to materialize.
Initially, he was puzzled by the "preparing" label on the grey card. But after surveying the room, he realized the follower might need to finish their preparation before appearing by his side.
"It's alright. I've waited so long before; waiting a bit longer won't matter." Realizing the follower might take a while, Liang En shook his head, then turned his attention to the other card.
"Mounted Combat (R): In the era of melee weapons, the most powerful warriors were those cavalrymen riding various animals. As the elite among them, mastering mounted combat is fundamental.
Apart from that, these cavalrymen must understand horse behaviors, knowledge about treating diseases. After all, horses are far more delicate than machines, requiring additional knowledge to handle them properly.
Enhancement Card (Disposable): After using this card, the user will permanently grasp horse riding skills and various knowledge related to choosing, caring for, and treating injuries and illnesses in horses."
"A skill not particularly practical at present." Observing the card's content, Liang En shook his head. "But considering potential future wilderness activities, there might come a day when this could be useful."
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