"Boom... The bells of the funeral echoed through the rain, and the inhabitants of the royal capital were clad in rain-sheltered clothing, and the candles in their arms were protected by wide brims or simply their bodies. This weak light was their consolation to the victims, and it was recorded in the ancient law of the Grey Lion that when the funeral began, the inhabitants of that city had to carry candles to the place where the funeral was held to see off the soldiers. And for those who were so poor that they could not find a candle, the king would provide them with this small prop so that they could join in the ceremony.

"You shouldn't be here right now. The sound of talking in the heavy rain didn't travel far, so when Lothar heard this, the networm was standing behind him. And even so, in order to ensure that her words would indeed be heard by the Count, the mercenary's body had been almost completely attached to Lothar's back.

The Count, dressed in heavy canvas robes, turned his head to look at the face in the networm's hood, whose face was pale from the coldness and dampness that permeated the air. "He grew up watching me, and I had to show up at his funeral. Lothar replied in a smaller voice, as a fugitive, he didn't dare to be as flamboyant as a networm. And the Count also knew that the other party could read his mouth.

However, while Miss Mercenary could indeed read Lothar's meaning, that did not mean that she approved of the Count's almost reckless behavior. You know, the results of the glorious trial have not yet been recognized by the king, and at least for now, there is no news that has revoked Lothar's guilt. In this case, if the Earl stayed in the mansion honestly, the soldiers of the royal capital would not waste their energy on dealing with the Earl after the war. But Lothar came to the funeral without any escort at this time, although the networm had not seen the specific appearance of the great funeral of the lion, but he knew with his toes that the soldiers who were grieving at the funeral would never have the heart to listen to the defense of a wanted man of the kingdom. Once Lothar is recognized, the consequences are unimaginable.

"Do you have to die? Before you went to raid the Apothecary Guild, the witch named Kolandi is still unknown! Now you have to attend this damn funeral, I have put my life on your side, if you die for such a stupid reason at this time, I will not agree!" the mercenary shouted into his ear as she tugged at the earl's collar.

In the face of the networm's questioning, Lothar did not back down at all, his eyes did not shy away from looking directly at the other party, and his eyes burned with anger. "Then you protect me. Remember, I'm your employer, and you're just a mercenary. With that, the Count turned his head and easily got rid of the mercenary's pull, and walked down the street towards the place where the great funeral was held. The networm was stunned for a few seconds, then stamped his foot angrily in place, cursing something in his mouth, but after calming down a little, he still followed Lothar's footsteps.

In a place that these two people didn't notice, in a dark corner where the rain could not fall, a pair of beautiful eyes were not affected by the heavy rain in the slightest, and they witnessed what had just happened completely. A smile appeared on the corner of the mouth of the owner of the beautiful eyes after seeing the networm being yelled at by Lothar, she was the witch who had broken into the Count of Montenegro's mansion before, pretending to be a mercenary, Qili. The young witch watched with great interest as the networm went after Lothar, and she quietly followed.

In fact, the soldiers wanted to see off their dead comrades under the city wall where the battle was most tragic, but considering that the nezumi might come back from the counterattack at some point, and the fortifications damaged in the previous war also needed to be repaired, the funeral venue was moved to the square used by the civilians of the royal capital. At this time, accompanied by the sound of the death knell, the bodies of the fallen soldiers were transported to the side of the square by carriages and carts.

In the center of the site, a huge bonfire has been built, and the soldiers who are in the royal capital will be taken away by their families and buried alone, and the rest of the fallen will be cremated here, and their ashes will be buried in the royal cemetery north of the royal capital. The cemetery is just outside the window of the throne room, on the one hand, in the hope that the spirits of the fallen soldiers can continue to protect the lion, and on the other hand, it is also to remind the successive monarchs of the lion that they have been buried here for the sake of this kingdom.

"Let's go, let's go, this is the downwind, and there will be a lot of smoke after the fire is lit, please don't stand here. "The soldiers in charge of maintaining order at the western entrance of the square spoke to every citizen who entered the square from here, and guided them to the north and south of the square, and as for the east, which was occupied by the army.

"I was supposed to be standing there. Lothar muttered as she looked at the greylion soldiers on the east side of the square. As a warrior with a sense of honor, he was very unhappy that he could not attend this funeral as the Count of Montenegro.

"Yes, you could be standing there, but if you hadn't been wanted on the wall, you might be lying on a log now. The networm whispered in the earl's ear, and because of the crowd here, she had to maintain a rather intimate position with Lothar, which made her look like an ordinary girl snuggled up to her lover.

The Count glared at his companion and said nothing more. The crowd around him was less than a palm's throw away, and Lothar was afraid that his words would reveal his identity, after all, the Earl of Montenegro still knew many people in the blue lion, especially in the royal capital. Thinking of this, the earl's hand unconsciously touched the dagger hidden in his boot, considering that his golden battle axe and Hearn's hand were too conspicuous, this time Lothar only brought this dagger to the funeral to defend himself. As for webworms... She always seems to be able to pull out a suitable weapon from any part of her body without being detected by others, perhaps this is the difference between a mercenary and a warrior.

Seeing that Lothar didn't speak again, the mercenary snorted dissatisfiedly, if it weren't for the protection of this count, who had no sense of danger at all, she wouldn't have approached such a dense crowd. Years of mercenary career taught her that the denser the crowd, the more assassins and thieves like to attack. Moreover, she always had a subtle resistance to physical contact with Lothar, and the excessive proximity to the count always made the mercenary's body temperature a little hotter than usual, and if it weren't for the cold of the heavy rain, her face would have appeared a noticeable flush.

"Boom..."As the last bell rang, the sound of rain took over the world again. People carefully tended to the candles in their hands, and their eyes were focused on the pyre in the center of the square. "The funeral began. Seeing this scene, Lothar said softly.