The rain, falling from the air, hit the man's shoulder. In Heartless Bay, even the fresh water falling from the sky smells of the sea. Lothar licked the raindrops from the corners of his mouth and frowned slightly, he was tired of the strange smell of fresh water, and he missed the clear snow water flowing from the Dragon's Back Mountain, which was the familiar smell of the Greylion people. However, the displeasure in his heart did not affect the earl's hands and feet, and with a vigorous push, he sent a large piece of wood to the garage in front of him. "That's it!"

The wooden wheel began to roll in the harmony of the cart puller. Lothar, on the other hand, followed the car to prevent the wood from rolling out due to the bumps, and was also ready to help when the body got stuck in the mud. He rubbed his sore arm as he walked, and after this period of cultivation, the bones of his limbs were basically healed, but sometimes he still had sudden weakness. It's useless to be in a hurry, and the Count can only wait for time to recover from the damage on his body. The rain flowed down the gap between the wrapping hands and into the palms of her hands, and Lothar shook her hands, thinking that maybe when she got old, these scars would be painful reminders of her youthful recklessness on rainy days or winter nights.

But that's not bad, Lothar thought, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. He's been in a good mood lately, which seems somewhat strange to outsiders, and no matter what the sailors think, they don't think there is any way out for the guy who does heavy work in the city every day and owes a lot of debt to Captain Havedan. He didn't even have the money to go to the tavern for a drink, and every day as soon as he finished his work, he went straight to the low wooden house built on the beach. It was one of the Black Arrow's supply depots, where the man and his wife were said to live.

Quite a few sailors had "accurate information" about the man's wife that they had heard from others or simply fabricated on the basis of these rumors, which they no longer knew how many hands had been circulated. The largest of them was that the woman was a witch. And the second most is that her real identity is a female pirate who disembarks. After all, sailors have a hard time believing that an ordinary woman is capable of working and even fighting like a man. Some loafers, or simply drunk and lost a bet, once challenged the lady without believing in evil, but the end only added to the latter's prestige.

"I said, would you like to have a drink later? It is said that there are some new hostesses in the Mermaid Tavern, would you like to go and have a look?" said the man pulling the cart, who was at least a head taller than Lothar, with strong muscles commensurate with his height, and a large beard. It is said that except for the gatekeeper mountain monster who works for witches, this guy is the most powerful man in the entire Heartless Bay. Probably thanks to this, this guy who seems a bit silly in Lothar's eyes is always not worried about not having a job to do in Heartless Bay.

Lothar shook his head, not to mention that he didn't have much of a heart to drink, and it was better to go to a place like a tavern with a mix of people who tried to hide their identity. Seeing this, the big man tilted his head, and was already surprised by the earl's reaction. The two of them walked silently in the drizzle, and the surrounding buildings were much better than when they first came ashore, and a large number of wooden frames and foliage houses formed a rather complex village, including some masonry buildings under construction. Lothar also asked the sailors on the Black Arrow why there were still people to build it when it was going to be destroyed by the next tsunami sooner or later, and the sailors replied that the value of money and goods in their warehouses was far greater than the value of building a masonry house for the merchants, and that the chaotic security of Heartbreak Bay made it all the more necessary.

Speaking of the chaos in Heartless Bay, Lothar has fully experienced what it means to be truly lawless in the past few days. To put it simply, even walking in such a rain, you can still see women being dragged into the shadows of the building by three men who look drunk. That's right, this thing really happened in front of the earl's eyes, at this very moment. The big man pulling the cart seemed to be surprised by this, and at most he just pouted and felt unlucky that he had bumped into such a thing. "It doesn't stop when it rains, but they don't like the mud on the ground. You say, don't you?

The alleys, dark, damp and full of mud. The three drunkards laughed and drove their prey into a corner. It was a girl who looked to be only a teenager, dressed in a neat outfit, and looked like a maid who had run away from a merchant's house. The girl had long, pale green hair that covered her sobbing cheeks, making it difficult to see her expression in the rain. But it doesn't matter at all, for these drunkards, it doesn't matter if the girl looks like or not, just looking at the slender limbs and exposed white skin is enough to make these guys ignite the most primitive tyrannical desires. However, the dirty things that should have happened did not happen.

A dark shadow cleverly approached the three drunkards from behind behind them with the sound of rain, and dealt with them with precision and speed. Lothar let go of the arm that had been holding the neck of the last drunkard, and let the latter collapse limply in the mud. Now, the only people who were still conscious in this alley were him and the girl.

"If you want to see me, you don't need to spend so many weeks. The Count stood in front of the maiden and said in a deep voice. In fact, in Lothar's eyes, the girl's hair color only became familiar after he had knocked down three drunkards, and the girl's hair color had been clearly black in the earl's eyes. However, this little trick is not surprising after he recognizes the identity of the person in front of him.

"I need to make sure you're not the one I know, Mr. Tarantula. The long-haired girl looked up, and the name she used was Lothar's pseudonym in Heartless Bay. This pseudonym was given to the Count by the webworms, and this kind of imposing-sounding but rather repetitive nickname was the first layer of protection for them to disguise their identity.

"So now do you get an answer? Miss Pegg. Lothar asked, smiling, either way, Peg was one of the people he knew better, and he had helped him and the networms escape from the witch's cave. At this time, the Count was quite happy to see that the witch was safe and sound. As for her testing herself, Lothar didn't take it to heart.

"My answer is that you're still a good old man like you're in the Grey Lion. Peg smiled too, she was glad to see that the Count had not been affected by the environment of the Bay of Lost Heart, and was still the knight who upheld his own justice. Of course, this is not all because Lothar did not do anything against chivalry against the three drunkards or the disguised Peg, and it is impossible to judge a person's heart on this alone matter. What really made the witch feel that Lothar was still that person was the one was the sincere smile on his face.

"So, can I ask you what you're coming to me for?"

Peg shook his head, "Not here. We can't talk about this without a roof, so let's go back to your companions, Lord Tarantula. I'll visit you and your wife later. ”