Everything in the mist looked like only a blurry shadow. And Lothar knew very well that the dark shadows that seemed to be close at hand might not actually exist, and the evidence was that when he was moving towards the shadow of a tree, he couldn't get close to that tree at all. It's not a completely real world anymore, at least for those who don't know magic. It makes sense and ingenuity to use such a fog as a means of confusing intruders, and a fog that makes people feel their way more conscientious than guards with entities. In fact, it was a little too conscientious, and Lothar tried in several directions in vain, and in the fog he couldn't tell where was the right path.

Thankfully, Lothar wouldn't really be manipulated by the fog like the other strayers, and he had at least one beacon to refer to, and that was the tomahawk stuck in the ground. This is something that the witch who arranged the fog did not expect, and under normal circumstances, even if the intruder intentionally threw something to the ground as a reference, the fog would quickly cover it and make it lose its tracks. But even if the witch hunting knife has no owner, the cold iron contained in it loyally resists the magic, causing the fog near it to evaporate in an instant.

But this is not the way to go, the Count's purpose is not to not get lost in the fog, his purpose is to find the passage to the witch's hideout in this fog, which cannot be done by simply moving near the tomahawk. When Lothar didn't know how many times he had walked back to the Fool's justice, he knew he had to truly get away from the weapon he trusted most. The Count closed his eyes and reached out to grab the handle of the tomahawk, but before the familiar sound of a lion's roar could sound in his head, he threw the tomahawk in one direction at once!

"Sorry, old man. When he opened his eyes again, the mist had turned into a thick fog, so thick that it was impossible to see the ground three paces away. But in the midst of the thick fog, a bright red petal flew gently from the grass in the breeze, and once again floated in front of Lothar's eyes. Well, it's probably a trap, but there's no other option, is it?

This time, the petals flew very slowly, as if it was also trying to make its way through the thick fog, and even a few times, the petals took Lothar back with them. But when the petals fell weakly again, the mist that filled the whole world began to disperse in all directions based on this origin! Lothar, on the other hand, found that he had been guided to a boulder jutting out of the mountain, and in front of him, there was a hole in the surface of the rock. There was nothing to hesitate, Lothar took a deep breath and stepped into the cave, the moment his body was shrouded in the shadow of the cave, the moment his eyes had to adapt to the dimness of the light outside the cave, the lights lit up from both sides of the passage.

By the time the Count could see his surroundings, he was no longer in the cave, the soft carpet beneath his feet and the smell in the air reminded him that this was the place he was looking for. However, there was another problem in front of Lothar now, that there were no doors on either side of the corridor except for the menorah or anything like that, except for a door at the end that was more ornate than any witch's room he had ever seen. Behind him, there was only a corridor that stretched into the darkness. If this wasn't just another trap for the witches, then his entry into here had been exposed, and no matter what was behind that ornate gate, he had no other choice.

"Welcome, knight from the back of a lion. The old woman's voice rang out as Lothar opened the door, and what he saw was a large room of magnificence and extravagance. In the center of the room, a square table with an embroidered tablecloth was filled with cutlery made of gold and silver and all sorts of food he had never seen before. The owner of the voice sat quietly at the other end of the square table, looking at the Count who had walked in through the door with half-open eyes.

Lothar didn't go any further, he stopped at the door, the door behind him naturally shutting slightly. It didn't take much to say, the Count was almost certain that this gray-haired old woman was what the witches called the Great Witch, the one who claimed to have led the Lost Witch Order to take over the city and rule it for decades. The one who can make all even the most rebellious witches like Kiri be respectful when they mention it.

"Don't be stunned there, Mr. Knight, sit down, it's not easy to prepare this table, don't let my kindness go to waste. The Great Witch said in her slow manner, with a shallow smile on her face. It was supposed to be a kind smile, but Lothar was keenly aware of the incongruity of the other person's face compared to the rest of her, few wrinkles, almost non-existent age spots, this was not an old woman's face, but it was too weird to grow on an old woman with white hair.

Despite this, the Count hesitated for a few seconds before sitting on the other side of the square table, his body relaxing for a moment when he touched the soft seat, but the warrior's instinct quickly reactivated him, and his body remained in a state where he could stand up at any moment. The Great Witch saw all the details, but she didn't say anything to make Lothar relax or laugh at Lothar for being too careful, the old man just nodded in satisfaction and began to eat the contents of her plate.

The Count opened his mouth to say something, but for a moment he didn't know where to start. The Great Witch seemed to notice this, and paused her knife and fork slightly, "I'm really sorry, although a small place like ours occupies the convenience of trade and is not short of all kinds of goods, but the dining etiquette and tableware are certainly not as complete as that of an ancient country like the Grey Lion. Especially a young nobleman like you, you should have been trained meticulously in matters of etiquette by the family. Think of it as a meal on a trip or on the march. ”

If these words had come from the mouth of some nouveau riche, Lothar would have responded politely but contemptuously, not as a mistake for the feast, but for not to recognize or belittle the value of things in themselves. But when these words came from the mouth of the great witch, the count could not do so, not because he was afraid of the strength and power of the other party, but because he could hear that what the great witch said was serious. She really regarded this feast as pure eating, without any false humility and arrogant vanity.

"Even as a banquet among nobles, the food you serve is more than enough to show your kindness, my esteemed lady. This was the first time Lothar had spoken to the Great Witch, and it seemed as if he had returned to his kingdom and socialized as an earl at banquets, instead of being dressed as a mercenary sailor in Heartless Bay.

"Well, I haven't entertained a true nobleman for many years, and I don't know much about the etiquette that is now in vogue. You know, most of the people in this city don't care about that, and they make sense to do it, and etiquette has its conditions. It is somewhat pedantic to blindly pursue complicated etiquette without considering the actual situation, but if the material conditions allow, people should no longer show their rudeness unscrupulously, we are not beasts after all. The Great Witch nodded and replied.

"Enlightened, I'm beginning to understand why you've been able to lead the Witch Order for so long. Lothar said half-truthfully.

"You're making fun of me, although my ears are no longer as sharp as they were when I was younger, I can still hear what is being said. The old man smiled and continued, "Do you think that I only care about the interests of the witch group, so even though I have the ability to provide food for the people of the city, I don't do it. What's more, I know you've crossed paths with some of the young ladies of the Witch Order, and you know something from them, and you might think that the other members of the Witch Order are like the people of Heartbreaker Bay to me, except that they are still useful, but one day, I will abandon them like Heartbreaker Bay?"

If ever there was a time when Lothar should break out in a cold sweat from the moment she entered the house, it was now. But, perhaps because the tone of the other party was too gentle, the Count did not hear any resentment or hostility in the words of the great witch, as if she were only discussing her opinion of the weather with others in the process of eating. So the Count responded,

"It's hard for me not to think so about what you've done, ma'am. ”

Knives and forks, put down.

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