The first thing she felt was an unusually soft touch, something she had never felt before. As a mercenary, she has always been accustomed to a life of eating and sleeping in the open, and even if she occasionally returns to her hometown, it is mostly to breed new spiders, and she does not care about a good rest, and she is also very skeptical that the village that has put all its energy into making and cultivating spiders can provide a real place to rest. But there is nothing to complain about, the spider tamers are on a mission, they are always looking for and cultivating better spider species, it has almost become their instinct.

Something is too far away, back to the soft touch, and even if she has never had any experience before, she can perceive the texture of carefully processed animal fur. Women seem to be born with this ability, and they can always distinguish details that men overlook, such as the same blanket, which is judged by very different standards for men and women. Therefore, the mercenary was sure that the fur products he was now feeling must be worth a lot, and this kind of finely finished handmade product was no longer the type that could be valued as raw materials, and for those nobles, the price of such a luxury item was most likely equal weight silver. But then she began to realize more things, first of all why she was wrapped in such expensive furs and naked.

The mercenary didn't open her eyes immediately after knowing her environment, she needed a few seconds to gather as much information as she could, and exposing her wakefulness too soon would quickly make her fall into passivity. A slight breath, filled with a bit of sweet air in the nasal passages, incense, and high-end goods. The mercenary's brows furrowed slightly, if an expensive blanket was used at will because its owner did not know the goods, then this kind of incense and spice would only be lit by the luxurious family that really emphasized the so-called aristocratic atmosphere. What the hell is going on? Aren't you supposed to be on the sinking Lady of the Damned? What the hell is going on?

The eyelids, open, the dim candlelight reflected a dull yellow glow on the gauze tent decorated with gold leaf. The ornaments made of gold leaf depict animals and people from distant lands, and they are by no means from any country known to webworms. The mercenary moved her body slightly to confirm her condition, and the subtle discomfort made her frown again, and she felt the discomfort with some confusion, which she had never felt in her previous life. However, she soon found the source of the discomfort, or rather, what she saw next made her forget about the slightest pain in her body. After all, when a naked man appears around him, any woman will do the same.

And the only reason why the mercenary didn't scream or look for a dagger to cut the man's back building apart was probably because of the man she recognized, Lothar. The Count's bare blanket body was covered with scars of old and new, the oldest of which had become similar to tattoos, and the latest of which had a faint smell of herbs and blood. The networm was interested in seeing the serious injury to Lothar's abdomen when fighting the giant shark before, but she didn't dare to just lift the blanket directly, and this was not because of the so-called shyness, it was not a fuss for the networm to see the naked body of the opposite sex. What really prevented her from doing so was a kind of intuition, and she instinctively realized that it was not easy for Lothar to fall asleep next to her, and what had happened between herself and the Count of Montenegro.

"Whew...", with a slight sigh, the mercenary lay back in the position she had woken up to, and before she knew where she was, she had to sort out the thoughts in her head. She didn't really care what happened to Lothar, or what she should have happened to Lothar a long time ago, but the Count's education made him completely unskilled in dealing with the opposite sex. It wasn't until the moment Lothar jumped from the deck into the water before the two fainted that the knight poured out his thoughts in the Networm's ear. So in a sense, the current state was something that Networm would like to see, and she was afraid that Lothar would become too entangled in the social laws used by nobles and knights, and that it would be difficult for herself and him to make any progress before the latter regained their reputation and status.

But on the other hand, although the outcome of the matter seems to be favorable to itself, the webworm still needs to know what happened and why. She didn't believe that Lothar was the one to do such a thing, and if he did, it had already happened when Wang Du himself was captured by him and the Grey Wizard. So what was it that woke himself and him up in such a luxurious room after being in a coma? But it doesn't make sense, does it? Even if the witches magically brought the two to this safe place, and even placed them in the same room, that doesn't mean that things will be the way they are. Could it be that the witch did something? and why?

Thinking about not being able to get an answer is always tiring, and the networm gently rubbed his forehead and decided to put the question aside for now. Because just now, she had a bigger problem to deal with. "If you're awake, I want you to open your eyes. It's easier for both of us. ”

"How did you notice that?" I didn't—" "Your breath is heavier than that of a cow. Lothar, choked on the networm, smiled awkwardly, and he looked down at his bare chest and part of the mercenary's exposed blanket, and quickly realized what was going on. "So, that's what is it now?" said the Count, as if in his own words, and as if he were asking his female companion.

"I don't know, maybe we're dead, and now it's hell that the preachers talk about. The mercenary replied angrily, somehow feeling a little upset by Lothar's reaction. But this unhappiness is only a little bit, from a rational point of view, a Montenegrin count who calmly accepts the facts is far better than a Montenegrin count who makes a fuss.

The knight pursed his lips when he heard the mercenary's words, and the unfamiliar environment in front of him also made him uneasy, but the corners of his mouth showed a smile, a warm smile, "Hell? I don't believe hell is so wonderful. And there will be no crafts from the other side of the ocean in hell. Lothar said, reaching for the ornaments on the gauze tent, for he had read from books some strange stories of distant lands, among which was the art style he had seen.

"If it's not hell, then we're still alive. Anyway, even if heaven does exist, it's not a place for people like me to go. The mercenary said, and sat up. She noticed the outlines of some furniture in the light outside the gauze tent, and it looked like the room they were in was not small. So the networm grabbed the blanket, gently lifted the gauze tent and got out of bed.

"Where are you going?" asked Lothar, somewhat surprised.

"Go find something to eat, I'm dying of hunger. ”