"You're going to lose your heart?" the red fox blinked, looking at Lothar sitting at the table. The other people sitting at the table basically looked at him with this kind of eyes, and the incomprehension and surprise in their eyes made the Count of Montenegro subconsciously lower his head, like a child who had done something wrong. But he soon realized that he was neither a child nor had done anything bad, so he raised his head again and looked at the crowd again.

"There's nothing wrong with that. You see, there's not much to do here now, the kingdom hasn't restored my knighthood, and Cheese has agreed, and he even offered to help me with my makeup!" "The Count of Montenegro stood up, glass in his hand, desperately trying to prove to his companions that he didn't make the decision to go to Heartbreaker Bay because he was bored.

Elsa didn't say anything more, just glanced at the mercenary who was eating silently, intentionally or unintentionally. If there is any one of these people who cares most about Lothar's decision, it is probably only her. Of course, Lothar didn't forget to gesture in the direction of the networm when he stood up, but the other party didn't seem to care much about his statement now. So in the midst of this silence, the Count sat down again. For the rest of the dinner, everyone was in an eerie silence, waiting for the webworm to speak, and she was better qualified than they were to support or oppose Lothar's decision.

Finally, the mercenary finished the food in front of her, and the ears in the room were all raised with the sound of the fork on the plate. Well, that's not exactly a metaphor, because the wolfwalkers literally physically lift their ears. However, the networm seemed to want the others to completely hang up their appetites today, she picked up the napkin and wiped her mouth unhurriedly, compared to the usual casual style of mercenaries, she seemed to deliberately let herself behave like a well-educated aristocratic woman.

"Well, my dear Count of Lothar. Ms. Kiri asked for your help and you responded to her, which is good and in line with your chivalry. However, have you ever considered that you are not a nobleman recognized by the kingdom today, and she is not a weak princess or village girl? So with all due respect, this is not something that can be agreed upon based on one's own likes and dislikes. As soon as the networm spoke, it was not difficult to hear the resentment in her words, you must know that the usual mercenary does not speak like this, and when it comes to the black words of street hooligans or the dirty words, she is enough to be a teacher to everyone present. And when such a casual person began to learn the words of the nobles, the Count of Montenegro, who dared to fight the demons head-on, also swallowed his spit unconsciously.

But Lothar, who was also the commander of the army, the Count of the Kingdom, and one of the exterminators of the rat-man plague, kept his composure in his voice and replied, "So what is this? ”

"No," said the networm, leaning back in his chair, cocking his legs, and looking at the Count indifferently, "if she wants you to go to Heartbreaker's Bay, then she'll have to do whatever she wants." It's not a plea for help, it's a bargain, you provide a guard, and she has to reciprocate. Or is it something other than money and honor that you are hoping for?"

"Poof!" Jack, who was drinking water, squirted out all the contents of his mouth when he heard this, he looked at the stains he had sprayed on the table in embarrassment, and immediately wiped them twice with the rag he had at hand after realizing that no one cared about them now.

Lothar's expression became serious, and it could be seen that the mercenary's words had stimulated a sense of pride as a knight, "I admit that my decision was arbitrary, and I didn't ask your opinion before. But at the end of the day, I don't have to be responsible for anyone here, and it's up to me to help whoever I want, whether I want to be paid or not. ”

"You won't live more than three days if you lose your heart like this, and I promise that your Miss Qili will never help you when you are poisoned or stabbed in the back!" the networm stood up, and his anger was no longer hidden, and the whole explosion was on that young face. She now regretted that she hadn't paid more attention to Lothar's condition than cultivating spiders. The Earl's naivety in some ways was not much different from that of a child, except that it was candy that could tempt the latter, and adventure and glory that tempted the former.

Lothar also stood up, and even when he was young and suffered the weight of his parents' deaths, he never gave in to anyone. At the end of the day, he is a member of the Black Mountain family, with the patience and passion of a hunter in his veins, and he is keen on a challenge, perhaps too much. "I admit that I haven't seen anything outside of the lion, and I don't know the rules of those places. But I don't think there's any way out of just hiding here all the time. I'm a warrior, and my skills don't grow from books, and only by seeing more and accumulating more can I be less overwhelmed by the next time this damn plague happens! Yes, adventure always comes with danger, everywhere, and I really don't know how to live a life other than a knight. But you know what? Instead of sneering at me and yelling at me, teach me, teach me the ways to survive the adventure. ”

The networm gritted her teeth and glared at the man in front of her, her response to the Earl's almost unreasonable statement was very simple. "Bang!" a punch mercilessly slammed into Lothar's right cheek, causing the latter's whole person to fall to the ground in the left rear. The others at the table didn't know how to describe the scene, but the wolf of good deeds whistled. "Kick!" the mercenary stomped on the table, looking condescendingly at Lothar, who was covering her face with a stunned expression.

"I can't teach you how to behave as a stone mercenary with chivalric morals. So, I'll go with you. With that, she left the house that was used as a restaurant in a very chic manner. Her voice came from outside the door, "I need to prepare something and tell the witch that we'll be on our way in three days." ”

Lothar got up from the ground in embarrassment, and the knight who stood tall on the battlefield was knocked down by a woman at the dinner table, which was funny just thinking about it. The Count shook his head, and spat out a mouthful of blood-stained spit, his steps a little vain, and it was evident that the place where the networm had hit had stimulated his cochlea with great precision, causing his brain to dizzy. He held out his finger, "I'm sorry guys, but did any of you hear what she said in the second half of the sentence? I feel like I've heard a lot of birds, and who of you have so many chirping pets?"

"It's so inhumane. Fellow male, Jack is still very sympathetic to Lothar's plight. However, when he said this, he was horrified to find that Elsa and Mona both had expressions of appreciation, so Wolfwalker muttered under his breath, "Seriously, this is terrible." ”