Fish swimming in the river want to see the sea, and that's fine. But Lothar is not a fish, and although his status is deprived of glory and tarnished, he is a pure lion knight. The knight, on the other hand, does not leave for a few words from a witch, he must ask for the consent of the object of his allegiance. Even though there had never been a real allegiance between them, Lothar had already dedicated his allegiance to the guardians of all the rat people today, from the time when the gray-robed man in the royal capital stood up to duel the Grand Duke of Bloodaxe for himself.

"So, the witch asks you to help?" said the mage pouring a strange potion into a pot of plants on the tower known as the Cheese Tower. Judging by the appearance of the potted plant, it must have been part of a vine that Cheese had created with the witch's ring that spread throughout the valley. The mage remained mostly focused on the experiment at hand when he asked the question, and didn't seem to care much about Lothar's request.

The blonde earl scratched his hair, his expression a little embarrassed. In fact, the reason why Kiri had come to invite him with him was not convincing at all, she just said that something had happened to Heartbreaker, and that she had to return and need a guard for her safety. The main reason Lothar wanted to agree to the witch was not to keep Kiri safe, he just wanted to see the port city ruled by the witch and other things that the Glass had never seen before. At the same time, there is another sentence he did not tell Cheese, that is, as a warrior, he really has nothing to do in the valley at this time. Both the nezumi and the kingdom were recuperating from the plague of the past, and the nomads' attacks were being dealt with by the Hammer Grand Duke, and he felt like his joints were rusting.

"Actually, I don't have to go..."The more Lothar said that he was more and more unconfident, he knew that as a knight, patience was important, and it was really not irresponsible to want to travel just because there was no battle to participate in. But the Count couldn't lie to himself, his heart urged him to see the wider world, so he took a breath, "You see, it's good that I have more knowledge, right, so that I don't need to ask you for anything I see before." At least I should know more about witches after I've been to Lost Heart Bay this time. ”

Cheese frowned at the test plants that had died from the potion, and he turned to look at Lothar who was standing at the door, "You're going to be in pain." ”

"What do you mean?" asked the Earl, bewildered by the mage's words, tilting his head.

The gray robe put the flower pot under the windowsill, turned back to sit back in his chair, picked up the pen and hurriedly wrote something on the parchment, "In general, the blue lion is a respectable country. Whether or not there is true belief in chivalry, there is an order in this kingdom that all people identify with from the bottom of their hearts. In a sense, this is more effective than the law, because no matter how strict the law is, the enforcer is still human. Faith, on the other hand, acts directly on people. ”

Cheese continued, dipping the quill pen into the inkwell beside him and dipping it again, "But the place you're going to is different. I haven't been to the Miss, but I've seen places like it. There is no order, no law and even no morality. The sheer supremacy of profit and lust fills these places with chaos that is more terrible than any plague, and it will not only bring you intuitive danger, but also change your mind. I'm curious, Lothar Montenegro, are you ready for this?"

"If you had been hiding in that tower, we wouldn't be here now. Nothing can be completely prepared, and such is the case for war, let alone adventure. The Count smiled, leaning back half-leaning against the doorframe, and said in a relaxed voice.

Cheese looked up at his companion, who had always been in the Greylion and considered Jack and Lothar to be the two most trustworthy men. He regarded them as companions, regardless of their intellectual differences. It was a relationship that he had with none of his fellow Gates in the Grey Tower. Therefore, the mage does not want any accidents to happen to these companions from his personal wishes. But everyone has their own ambitions, and Lothar is right, if he stays in the Grey Tower, what kind of valley should be like at this time?

"Well," the mage sighed, stood up, and walked over to the Count, "if you insist." But there are still some preparations to be made, you come with me. Cheese opened the door and led Lothar down the stairs to another room in the tower. At this time, the poor Count of Montenegro had not yet realized what the preparation in the mouth of the gray robe meant.

Later in the day, the webworm and a few other humans living in the valley went to their usual meeting place, a tidy and less dilapidated house, to prepare for dinner. The mercenary has recently devoted her time to studying the spiders she has obtained from Kuira, and spider tamers are in such a nature that they always want to breed a better breed. This makes it difficult for her to see Lothar every day except for dinnertime, and today, it seems to be a little more difficult.

"Excuse me, who are you, and why are you here?" Elsa looked at the man sitting at the table with a big grin, he had tan hair, his skin was slightly dark, he did not look like a blue lion man who lived in the north, and there was a faint smell of fish on this person's body. He was dressed in coarse cloth and a waistcoat over it, and he looked like a seaman.

"Lothar, how did you get yourself like this?" The networm stared at the man for a few minutes before finally recognizing his identity, although his appearance and clothing had changed a lot, there were still many small details on the man's body that were enough to prove his true identity. Especially the battle axe he was carrying on his back, although it was a swarthy black battle axe carved with a huge octopus shaped sea monster, its size and shape coincided with the justice of the fool.

Seeing that it wasn't until the networm recognized him, Lothar smiled in a mischievous way, and his neat teeth turned yellow and black, which really matched the description of a rotten tooth. "Well, this is the new image that Cheese designed for me. That's how I'm going to go around Heartbreaker. ”

The corners of the ladies' mouths twitched unconsciously, and they were surprised to find that the man in front of them, who was suspected to be Lothar, even had a subtle hoarse feeling when he spoke, completely like his throat had been ruined by cigarettes and alcohol. And at this time, the wolfwalkers also came to dinner rarely, and Jack took the lead in pushing open the door and said,

"I smell a fishy smell, shall we eat fish tonight?"