While the cheese was dealing with the greetings from the Wet Soul Cultists, the allies of the other mages in the royal capital did not rest.

Although there was some discomfort with not being able to wear her signature armor and axe, Lothar tried not to show it in front of others. His hands clenched the long-handled war hammer slightly, and the Count of Montenegro still had a lot of criticism about this weapon, which was more like a blacksmith than a warrior. But considering that the spikes made of Mithril on the hammer's head can deal real damage to enemies who are adept at using magic to hide themselves, Lothar had to endure it.

"Is this suit for you, Lord Count of Montenegro? One-Eyed rode a black horse from behind Lothar. Since the former was wearing a mask, the Count of Montenegro could not tell whether the other party's words were heartfelt praise or sarcasm.

Actually, this is what Lothar is worried about. He took off the golden armor and put on a leather jacket that only mercenaries would use, with only a few metal armors on his right shoulder and heart. This outfit made Lothar lose the usual domineering feeling, with his already strong body and young but resolute face. No wonder the networm once sighed after seeing him, "If such a guy goes to be a mercenary, he will definitely make people feel trust at a glance".

"I'll just say, it's a pity that you don't want to be a mercenary like this! those ladies and ladies will surely be willing to pay double the price for hiring you. The networm also said in a strange way behind Lothar. Her current outfit was similar to that of the Count, except that compared to Lothar's spiky shoulder pads, there was no metal armor visible on the petite networm. This kind of dress will make the enemy subconsciously think that this little girl lacks defense, but Lothar knows that under this body's leather armor, there is a layer of fine chain mail that provides strong protection for the networm.

Commenting on the two female companions, Lothar, who has always been unsociable with the opposite sex, just pouted. Even though he was the Count of Montenegro, who had been in battle for a long time and made countless people on the border of the Blue Lion fearful, he had nothing to do with the two around him. After a few days together, after One-Eyed and Networm discovered that Lothar didn't seem to be very good at dealing with women, their flirting with the latter became almost a daily activity.

"Mr. Roland, do you think it's really okay for us to do this?" In desperation, Lothar could only avoid embarrassment by changing the subject.

At this time, Roland still looked careless. He wore the huge brim of his hat and a pipe in his mouth, and rode beside the Count on a grey horse with white spots. The old man raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard Lothar's words, and he reluctantly took the pipe off his hand, as if answering a question from a count of the kingdom was not as good as taking an extra puff of tobacco.

"Mr. Lothar, or Lord Montenegro. You've asked me this question no less than three times along the way. I suppose you should not be so worried, can't you trust the cheese's arrangement? Besides, as far as I know, there is nothing at this meeting that you can't solve with the hammer in your hand. ”

"It's just that I'm not afraid. What are you afraid of as a big man? or a dignified lord, are you ashamed? Networm said with a smile, since the mercenary lady was riding a horse with Lothar on the grounds that she couldn't ride a horse.

As a mercenary, a lord like Lothar who often has to go out on the battlefield is undoubtedly the best candidate for a long-term employer, and it is much safer to work for such a large nobleman than to take on those tasks that come from unknown sources. So in order to get this long-term meal ticket, in addition to eating, sleeping and going to the toilet, Miss Networm is meticulous about the harassment of the Count of Montenegro. She had even walked into Lothar's room at night, and of course was quickly thrown out of the house by the Count of Montenegro.

And this kind of courtesy, after Lothar's constant refusal, gradually turned into retaliatory spitting and cynicism. You know, although it looks much more mature, the actual age of the networm is only a few years older than Sparrow. In her eyes, this series of refusals from the Count of Montenegro hurt Miss Networm's self-esteem very much.

"What are you calling? A spider tamer who has no spiders is embarrassed to laugh at me?Do you believe it or not, I'll throw you off if I say one more word?" When facing his own soldiers, Lothar can deal with the other party and talk to each other or say some meat jokes, but in the face of people like webworms, the Count of Montenegro can only make threats like a child that he doesn't even believe himself.

Although she didn't believe that Lothar would throw herself off her horse, the networm still knew the severity after all, and she didn't want to really anger Lothar. So Miss Mercenary just grimaced after hearing the threat of the Count of Montenegro and didn't continue to say anything.

"Alright, don't make a fuss. The stakes are high. And it's about the implementation of our plans in the future, so you should be serious. One-eyed turned his head to look at the two people sitting on a horse, and said in the tone of a parent training a child.

"Cut, isn't it just going to negotiate with a bunch of soft eggs who don't even dare to resist the rat bite the door? The networm said.

"I don't think the dark inhabitants of the entire royal capital will be as simple as you say. After all, I still don't understand why Cheese would allow you, a captive, to come with us. Lothar said in a muffled voice.

"It's not that Master Mage considers how little you know about the dark dwellers, and besides, you promised to keep me safe. What if something happens to me when you go to negotiate with those softasses?"

"When it comes to knowing about the dark dwellers, I don't think Mr. Roland needs to be bad with you! As for security, I don't think anything could hurt you through my Bear Hunter Legion. Lothar fought back, "Isn't that right? Mr. Roland. ”

Hearing the Count of Montenegro's question, the corners of Roland's eyes twitched, and he didn't answer the question, but just lifted the brim of his hat. Then muttered quietly.

"Now that I think about it, not having children doesn't seem like such a bad thing. ”

At this moment, the leader's one-eyed took the reins in his hand. She looked at the building in front of her, known as the Royal Capital Chamber during the day, and moved her neck.

"Here we are. ”

The cold moonlight can not only make the monster invisible, but also make the quiet scene more solemn. The huge building without light may already be terrifying in itself, but the four people who knew what was gathering in this building at this time couldn't help but be a little timid in their hearts. However, as One-Eye had said before, their mission tonight was too high for them to affect the mage's plans. Thinking of this, after taking a deep breath, One-Eye gently urged his mount again and continued to move in the direction of the council chamber.