While the great battle was taking place in the king's castle, the great funeral in the royal capital was still going on slowly. The people who came to watch the ceremony silently watched as the large bonfire in the center of the square was lit, and the wood that had been drenched with fire oil was not affected by the rain, and was still burning strong in the heavy rain. But even though the tongue of fire on the wood jumped unyieldingly in the cold wind, the too much fire, which was too weak compared to its size, could not warm the people around it. Even the flame was not enough to completely cremate the bodies of the fallen soldiers, and it was necessary to constantly add fire oil to the campfire during the ritual.

The ritual was undoubtedly a failure, as the chanting of prayers was completely drowned out by the sound of the rain, and it was impossible to hear which warrior had stepped into the flames. They could not hear where the dead came from, nor could they hear his exploits in life, and even the sparks that splashed when his body was thrown into the flames dissipated too quickly into the air. It is supposed that the onlookers would send flowers and blessings to the dead during the funeral, but the heavy rain has already scattered the flowers in people's hands before they are placed on the ground, and the petals pour all the way down the dark sewers along the water between the bricks on the ground.

Crying, all around. Lothar could hear everyone around her sobbing quietly, no, maybe it wasn't sobbing, it was just that crying in the heavy rain sounded like that. "This damn rain. The girl beside the earl cursed softly, she seemed to be infected by the atmosphere of the big funeral, and her always playful face showed a rare solemn expression. Lothar didn't say anything, he looked at the struggling flames on the pyre, his eyes were very cold.

"They are not crying for these fighters. A soft voice skipped his ears and appeared directly in the mind of the Count of Montenegro. He had heard the voice and knew who was talking to him. At this time, Lothar was not likely to scream about this kind of thing, since the outbreak of the rat-man plague, he had seen too much that he could not see in the sun.

"They're crying for themselves. The witch's voice continued to ring in Lothar's head, "Look at the bonfire, that's you, even if you can survive now, in this heavy rain, you will be extinguished after all." And that won't be long. ”

The Count's eyes jumped, and he suddenly turned around and gently pushed away the crowd around him, as if he was about to leave the funeral. "Where are you going? The body of the Grand Duke of the Blood Axe has not yet been cremated!" the mercenary who was following Lothar strangely followed him, asking about the Count's abnormality, Lothar was willing to risk being found to come to the ceremony, and now he was going to leave without saying a word, which was really incomprehensible.

This time, the Count still didn't answer, he just silently pushed away the person in front of him and walked towards the exit of the square. "yes, where are you going, or do you think you can find me just by getting out of the crowd?" there was no panic in Qili's voice, only pure banter.

Lothar snorted, he really thought that the witch was hiding in the crowd around him and talking to him with magic. However, this did not prevent him from acting, no matter where Qili's real body was, the Count could not let the ordinary people around him be involved in danger. The soldier at the exit appeared not far ahead, and Lothar reached out and grabbed two handfuls of rain and wiped it on his face, looking like a civilian who was trying to flee because of his grief. The Count of Montenegro half-hid his face, and his shoulders twitched from time to time, mimicking an extremely sad look.

Although the networm behind him didn't know what Lothar was planning, the mercenary lady still wittily put her hand on the former's shoulder, took out a handkerchief out of nowhere, and made it look like she wanted to wipe the tears of the man next to her. The soldiers standing guard quickly noticed the two approaching men. But the sad atmosphere of the funeral and the heavy rain made them not suspect that there would be a wanted criminal of the kingdom in the sad man and woman in front of them.

"Nice disguise, but what can you do when you leave the square? You can't do anything in front of me without that axe. ”

"Perhaps. Lothar replied, and although he didn't know if the other party could hear him, judging by the witch's praise, Qili could clearly see her actions. And this is enough for the Count. The streets of the royal capital were a bit unfamiliar to Lothar, who was away all year round, especially in such heavy rain, but thanks to the funeral, most of the people in the city went to watch the ceremony, and it was not difficult for him to find a street that was not easy to be bumped into.

"That's it. Lothar stopped. "What the hell are you going to do?" the networm who followed the Count all the way asked dissatisfiedly when she saw that Lothar was finally no longer gone, and she really wanted the other party to give her an explanation. Who would have thought that the former not only did not answer the mercenary's question, but instead raised his head and repeated the question of the networm against the gray sky. "yes, what the hell are you going to do?"

"Hey, are you alright?" Lothar's actions frightened the networm, and the girl nervously touched the Count's forehead, and found that the other man did not have a fever, and just when she thought that Lothar had been poisoned by some insanity, the Count slapped her hand away. At this time, in Lothar's ears, Qili's voice was distinctly smiling. "What do I want to do? You don't know if you look at it yourself, look, your great king's castle!"

"Boom!" a loud thunder lit up the rain curtain, but to the Count, it seemed to the Count that it was perhaps more than just thunder. For when he looked at the royal castle, the tallest building in the city, he saw the wall on one side of the castle burst with thunder, and a huge, four-legged figure flew out of the castle along the breach, and fell down with the rubble!

Hell...... Lothar wasn't sure what was going on in the castle, but that didn't stop him from thinking of Cheese and his party going to meet the king. I don't know if it's because of a coincidence, or if it's just because the rain is too heavy, or if it's some more subtle power, although this shocking scene just happened, but not many people in the entire royal capital noticed it.

"Look! this is what happens against us, hahahaha!" the witch's wild laughter echoed in the ears of the Count, who had stood still.