Chapter 18: Rewards
Chapter 18: Rewards
A series of milestone updates flashed through Lothar’s mind.
[You have slain a werewolf, unlocking the milestone: ’Demon Hunter’ (Slay any three dark creatures, including werewolves, vampires, ghosts, sirens, etc.) [1/3 Complete]
You have witnessed a witch, unlocking the milestone: ’The Witcher’ (Engage in the exchange of bodily fluids with more than three witches) [Incomplete]
You have successfully obtained your first champion knight title, milestone: ’Champion Knight’ (Win three knightly tournaments organized by counts or higher-ranking nobles.) [1/3 Complete] ]
Before acquiring a fief, the only way to obtain card draw chances was by completing these milestones.
The [The Witcher] milestone could be disregarded for now. Every witch he knew of chose to serve either great lords or, at the very least, regional magnates like Count Leopold. Higher up, there were prime examples like Richard the Lionheart and the Great Germania’s Emperor Henry. Their standards were exceedingly high. Besides, Lothar didn’t particularly fancy these witches. Although the red-robed witch beside Count Leopold was likely a beauty, she was a far cry from Banu; her skin alone couldn’t compare.
Aside from The Witcher, the [Champion Knight] and [Chivalrous Knight] milestones were worth considering for swift completion. The former required two more champion knight titles. If no opportunity arose in Venice, it could be pursued after reaching Jerusalem. The latter was much simpler. This era was rife with mountain bandits and robbers, especially the nomad bandits near the Holy Land, who were as numerous as flies. Encountering them would not be an issue.
The Demon Hunter milestone was more challenging. After all, these were supernatural creatures, adept at hiding among ordinary people, making them difficult to identify. Furthermore, even if one could identify them, killing them was hard. Banu was powerful, but her strengths didn’t lie in raw killing power or speed.
The scent of incense made him somewhat drowsy. As evening approached, the bathhouse, with its ancient Imperial style, offered far superior lighting compared to typical medieval buildings. Pale moonlight streamed through the dome’s windows, dappling the marble floor.
’Splash—’