The power of Hearn's hand dispelled the evil thoughts in the mind of the Count of Montenegro, causing Lothar, who had been under the influence of magic and was unaware of it, to regain his consciousness. This is not an easy task, and in general, once magic such as enchantment or mental slavery has taken effect, it is difficult for the person who has been tricked to escape the effects of the magic by his own willpower. Thankfully, the Count had a weapon at his disposal that could help him resist the magic power, and the power of the witch-hunting knife was revealed by the magic influence of the wielder.

Lothar's mind cleared, and now he could look at the person in front of him with his normal gaze. The moonlight shining through the window shone on the woman, not as good as the light, but it was enough for the Count of Montenegro to see the details that he had overlooked. Thanks to this, Lothar can be sure that the woman in front of her is definitely not a networm.

"What's the matter? The man with the appearance of a mercenary walked up to the Count and stopped, she seemed to see that something was wrong with Lothar's body movements, but out of trust in her magic, she did not feel that this ordinary person could resist her charm.

"I wonder if I ask for a networm, I mean a real networm wearing this kind of clothing, will she pull my tongue out of her mouth and roast it on the fire. Lothar's tone was relaxed, even sounding like a joke, but his hand was already gripping the tomahawk tightly in the shadows of the moonlight.

Hearing the Count's words, the ambiguous smile on the woman's face froze. She didn't expect her perfect disguise to be torn down, and she couldn't understand why Lothar could keep herself in her magic. The lion's head carved into Hearn's hand didn't glow dangerously red, and the tomahawk now looked like a weapon made of mortal iron.

Soon, though, the woman's face regained a confident look, and she didn't think that Lothar could pose any threat to her. The woman disguised as a webworm still had a smile on her face, and she walked to the side of the lord's bed and sat down, her snow-white thighs folded, her hands behind her back, and she looked at Lothar sitting in a chair by the window with interest.

"So, how do you tell?" asked the woman, blinking her big eyes, looking at the Count of Montenegro. Being able to get rid of the influence of magic is one thing, but she has enough confidence that her current appearance should be undoubtedly the same as the net worm, and she is very curious about how Lothar can suddenly see through the fact that she is not a mercenary.

"There's a lot of difference. Although at first glance you all look the same, many details are different. Lothar raised an eyebrow, a little surprised that the other man had sat down on his bed instead of running away or attacking.

"For example?" Whoever the man with the face of a webworm was, she seemed to be very attached to her disguise, and even though she was in danger now, she insisted that Lothar tell her how she had seen through it.

"Eyes, your eyes are so, eye-catching. In fact, the Earl had intended to use the word charming to describe the other man's eyes, but he was about to say that he realized that this woman had not come with good intentions.

The smile on the fake mercenary's face grew even stronger, she obviously noticed Lothar's intentions, and she was also very praised by the other party. At the same time, the Count of Montenegro had to admit that her smile eclipsed the moonlight. The woman leaned forward, resting her long slender arms on her lap and propping her chin up with her right hand, a gesture that drew more attention to certain parts of her.

"I guess it's not just eyes, but what?" the woman continued, and she was very pleased to notice that Lothar's gaze had been drawn to her movements where she wanted to protrude.

The other party's words made the earl a little embarrassed, and he deliberately took his eyes off the fake net worm, but he didn't dare to turn his head out of it for safety reasons. Lothar wasn't sure if the other party was still trying to control his mind as he had just done, or if his current reaction was actually just a matter of physical instinct, and suppressing this ridiculous thought, the Count raised his head again, looked directly into the other's eyes, and said.

"Fingers, your fingers are beautiful. ”

"Poof. Lothar's overly serious tone and unabashed praise made the woman laugh out loud. Of all the men she had ever met, the Count of Montenegro was the most interesting, and she could see that Lothar must have been very strict with herself, but on the other hand, Lothar's instincts kept him from refusing her, and watching the Count constantly struggle between his reason and his sensibility was the best drama for her.

"Fingers? So yours, um, Miss Networm, don't have beautiful fingers?" the woman stretched out her left hand and opened it to the moonlight, and the five slender white fingers were carved out of jade.

"Her hand is the hand of a warrior. Yours is not, too weak, completely untrained. The Count of Montenegro continued to say in a one-sided tone, as a spider tamer, the hands of a female mercenary would not be so beautiful.

"Hee-hee, then, Lord Count of Montenegro, do you like these hands, or do you like the mercenary's hands?" asked the woman, who asked with a mischievous smile on the corner of her mouth, pulling her left hand back and tapping her index finger to her lips.

"I think the joke can be enough, Miss Kiri. Lothar's voice did not rise or fall, and there was no noise in his eyes, and the delay in questioning was enough time for the Count to find out from his memory the true identity of the visitor in front of him. Those eyes, in his impression, belonged to only one person, that is, the witch who escaped from Jack's hands during the day.

"Have you heard my name, from Aemia?" the witch did not seem surprised to hear the Count call out her name, and she leaned back and propped her hands on the bed, the smile on her face undiminished. More and more, she felt that it was the right decision to come to the man who had taken Hearn's hand tonight. As for the task that Kuyla had assigned to her, Kiri felt that she could let it go for now. Anyway, for the old and unlooked senior, a witch like Qili who has just come of age has always lacked respect.

"Names for people like you come out fast. Lothar shrugged, reluctant to reveal the source of her information. He didn't like a witch to dominate the conversation, so the Count decided to ask his own question, "And someone like you wouldn't come and visit me late at night for no reason, would they?"

"Hahaha," Kiri smiled, she smiled very happily when she heard Count Montenegro's question, she knew what Lothar was thinking. Hearn's Hand protects Lothar's will from the witch's control, but it does not prevent the witch from deciphering his superficial consciousness. And Kiri, who likes others, especially men, racks her brains in the hope of getting the initiative from her. In order to reward Lothar for her attempt, she decided to follow the count's train of thought for the time being. So when the laughter of the silver bells stopped, the witch said.

"Sort of, my Mr. Lothar. So do you want to guess what my purpose is?"