The rod was casually lowered to the rock, and along the line, you could see a few still wary swimming fish hesitantly wandering beside the bait. But even if they swallow the bait at this point, the angler doesn't have the energy to lift the hook. Lothar stood by the river, his tomahawk hanging down, his gaze scanning his surroundings warily, looking for someone who provoked the righteous reaction of the fool. After the battle, the Count of Montenegro had a deeper understanding of his weapons, and if the witch hunting knife issued a direct warning like just now, then someone must have wanted to cast a spell on him.

Such a scene happened once in the royal capital. Lothar still remembers that night, and it wasn't because the webworms disguised as witches were dressed too revealingly, maybe not. Thinking of this, the Earl quickly gathered his mind, now is not the time to be cranky, but he is not very worried, this place is not far from Valley City, if there is really an extremely powerful spellcaster, there is no reason for Cheese to shrink into his tower and not come out.

The sound of a "pop" caught Lothar's attention, and he turned his gaze to the source of the sound, only to find that it was only the sound of a fishing rod being dragged away by a large fish falling into the river. Well, just a fishing rod. But soon the Count realized that there seemed to be something wrong with the fish that had dragged his rod away, how it looked like a puppet. Muppets, can you swim in the water? Lothar felt his head hurt a little, and only one of the many spellcasters he knew would make such a mischievous joke.

"Kiri?" he said to the deserted landscape, the somewhat insane witch was the only person he could think of doing such a thing. This also explains why the Witch Hunt Knife would warn him, and there was a precedent for Kiri to want to influence his mind. Lothar didn't understand why witches were so fond of getting into trouble with her, but I've heard that Kiri played a key role in fighting the witches who were also from the Broken Heart Witch Clan, and from that point of view, she should be considered an ally of Valley City now, right?

"Guessing too slowly. A playful voice rang out in his ears, but when Lothar turned around, he saw nothing. Looking back, there was a lady standing on the other side of Dragon's Blood Creek, and her appearance and dress didn't matter, because the first sight of her would take away all people's attention from those breathtaking eyes. However, the warrior with the witch hunting knife could still force himself to take a serious look at the other party, and judging by the gorgeous clothes and well-maintained long hair, the witch did not treat herself badly after the valley parted.

"Well, it was my negligence that I didn't recognize the lady who greeted me in the first place. I beg your pardon, miss. Lothar shrugged, looked down and gave her left hand an apologetic touch on her forehead. Whatever his current situation, his chivalric education from an early age did not allow the Count to be rude to the lady. Even though he knew that witches weren't to be seen as magical women.

Qili blinked, a cheerful smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, she liked Lothar's attitude, she had been interested in this person since the first time they met, the Count of Montenegro, whether it was born, acted, or spoken, was perfectly in line with the witch's imagination of a knight. And that makes Lothar the best thing in her eyes, a toy. Don't get me wrong, Qili has never longed for the so-called knight, she just wants to watch this man who adheres to the way of knighthood gradually become confused and confused under her own arrangement and finally abandon her principles. What a fun scene that would be!

But that didn't let him know, at least not while he could escape. The witch tried to suppress her excitement, and said in a tone that was normal to her, "This is the first time you've seen me as I really are, isn't it? no worse than the mercenary who followed you?" But let's be honest, for a witch who has never undergone an artistic education, her flashy outfit itself makes her incompatible with elegance.

Lothar scratched her head, it was indeed the first time he had seen Kiri in real form, but the rest of her body seemed too normal compared to the latter's eyes. That's not to say that witches are ugly, even if Kiri closes her eyes, she will be a beauty who can be famous in the social world. It's just that the indelible madness emanating from her body has greatly reduced the impression of ordinary people on her, and she still feels too wild when she learns to act as an ordinary person now. I really don't know what kind of place can give birth to such a woman.

"You didn't come to me to show me off your new clothes, did you?" the Count decided not to worry about her appearance and personality for the time being, and asked her directly about her intentions. As far as he knew, this witch wasn't the kind of person who would come and greet her without incident.

Kiri didn't seem to be upset by Lothar's diversion, and with a flick of her finger, the muppet in the river jumped up with Lothar's fishing rod and landed in front of the witch. She bent down to pick up the rod, frowning at the sight of its rudimentary workmanship, "Can something like this be used for fishing?" Yes, there are really no big fish in this creek, and you don't need a good rod. Like, this country. ”

Lothar's eyes narrowed, although he was still wanted, the Count of Montenegro was undoubtedly loyal to the Greylion. Even if the royal family is no longer there, he still can't tolerate others slandering his kingdom in front of him. "Take back your words, witch. Take back your words and I'll take it as a joke. ”

"Ahh

Lothar, silent. He was silent because he wasn't the rough guy in the tavern who would get into a fight with someone if he didn't say the right thing. He was well educated, so he knew that Kiri was probably right. Except for the occasional trade or friction between the neighboring countries and the Grey Lion, the nobles of the Grey Lion were all drawn up by the nomads from the West and the Elves from the South. Of all the Grey Lion people the Count knew, only the Elder King Sigurt and Leon the Blood Lion had ever traveled far away, and judging from what they had done after their return, it should have been a good thing to travel far away.

"So, what exactly are you trying to say?"

The witch waved her rod from a twig, and the puppet on the line swung with it, "It's time to leave the stream, my knight." It's time to meet the sea. ”