Kiri is happy now. There was nothing better entertainment for this young witch than seeing the distressed looks of others. As a member of this mission to hunt down defectors, Qili actually didn't care about the target they were going to kill this time, Emia's mother and daughter. She would volunteer to come to this remote kingdom only to escape the day-to-day support of the older witches.

Most witches of Kiri's age don't have the protection of their elders like Kolandy, and the witch group is not an organization that acts on a blood basis. Even because she is isolated from her frail mother as soon as she gives birth to a child and is cared for by a witch who specializes in raising young children, Qili, like many young witches, has no impression of her mother at all. In such a situation, the harsh teachings of the older witch and the endless and tedious work made her desperate for freedom.

That's exactly why she slipped out alone tonight without saying hello to any of her companions. Just like Kolanty, who has barely left the big house, the strange country of the Greylion and the humans led by Cheese are completely different from the humans that appeared in the witch's previous life to make her feel novel. So even though Kouira still fills Kiri's schedule with menial jobs when she arrives, the witch still feels happy.

By the way, the low-level job in Qili's impression may not be easy in the eyes of others. Her eyes are naturally more powerful than ordinary witches, and they can easily charm or control those with weak willpower, and in fact, even warriors who have been trained in the battlefield will still wag their tails like a loyal dog in the face of witches who have strengthened their eyes with their magical powers. The arrangement that Coyla and the other older witches had for Kiri was to use this ability to make it easier for them.

And the trial of Lothar was also ordered by Kuyla to be completed by Kiri in secret. As for Kiri herself, she didn't care about Kuira's plans at all, and she didn't care about the life or death of Emia's mother and daughter, and she just wanted to make herself happy now. For example, continue to tease the mortal count in front of you.

But the mortal count didn't want to be led by the witch. Lothar sat in her chair and didn't answer Kiri's question. Of course, this is not because he can't think of a guess, the Count of Montenegro already had no less than ten guesses in his mind about the other party's intentions when he confirmed that the woman in front of him was a witch. However, his relationship with Cheese made it clear to him that even if he found out which of these conjectures was correct by thinking and revealing the witch's purpose to his face, it would not help the conversation between the two in any way, and the initiative was still in the hands of the other party.

Patience is a weapon that belongs to ordinary people. While the transcendent ones are actively trying to reach the end quickly with cunning methods, the humble know how to calm their restless hearts and look for the faintest light in the darkness with their cold eyes. Lothar knew this, so he just looked at the other party silently, without any intention of speaking.

The smile on the corner of Qili's mouth slowly retracted. The Count of Montenegro's reaction made the witch bored, and she pursed her lips after a period of silence between the two men, and her fingers began to beat against the cushion on the bed with irritation. She doesn't like Lothar's calmness, so she plans to keep the Count back in her game with more stimulating topics.

"Looks like our Lord Count of Montenegro doesn't like that. So you might as well guess another question, for example, is the girl who looks like me still alive?"

Hearing this, Lothar's pupils contracted significantly, and his breathing came to an irrepressible halt for a moment. Although the Count quickly pretended not to care, the witch caught them. Kiri let out a "giggle" laugh, knowing that Lothar had to speak.

"I hope she's alive. The Count of Montenegro spoke, different from the somewhat relaxed tone just now, as soon as this sentence came out, the killing intent on Lothar's body was almost undisguisedly released. As if sensing the anger of his master, the eyes of the lion carved on Hearn's hand began to glow with a faint red glow, but this light was very dim and not easy to notice.

However, the count's wrath did not frighten the witch. Kiri began to get more excited, she didn't worry at all that Lothar was capable of hurting her, because the witch had never been driven to the point of danger except for the wolfwalker she had encountered during the day. And since the werewolves who are immune to magic can't hurt her, the human in front of her can't do it even more.

"Hee-hee, alive but alive. But you know what? If you want to disguise yourself as a person, it's most convenient to peel off her face and put it on her face. Qili's hand brushed her cheeks, which had the same face as those of a networm. Her flirtatious tone and movements seemed to hint at the tragic fate of the mercenary. However, to her surprise, Lothar seemed to breathe a sigh of relief after hearing her words, and even the killing intent on her body dissipated a lot.

"Why, you don't care if the woman lives or dies?" asked the witch, tilting her head.

"I cared a lot, but since you said that the worst is disfigurement, then it's not a big problem. The Count of Montenegro said. His tone made it clear that he was not lying now, and judging by Lothar's words, he seemed to be perfectly acceptable to the possibility of the webworm being disfigured.

"You... Don't care if she's disfigured?I'll say it first, even the gray-robed mage you know can't restore her to her original state. Kiri was a little confused, in her mind, the relationship between the mercenary and Lothar should be the same as the nobles and maids she knew, after all, men only cared about the appearance of women. And based on such a relationship, a disfigured female companion is probably not as good as a killed female companion, at least the latter can have less trouble dealing with.

"Yes, of course. Lothar shrugged her shoulders and said, "As her employer, it should be quite unpleasant to be scared by her face every time. But she can wear a mask so that she doesn't scare others. ”

"Yes, you're just such a man after all. Qili's eyes changed, and she suddenly felt that there was no interest in this count, this man was the same as the instinctual creatures in the city where she had grown up. Perhaps in his eyes, the networm is just a tool, and being disfigured only makes this tool less functional.

"It should be a hassle to comfort her. Although she doesn't seem to care, the girl is still quite unexpected. Ah, it looks like the days ahead are going to be a bit noisy. Lothar didn't hear the witch's whisper and continued. He imagined how to comfort the mercenary, and realized that it might make the networm want to leave, and he had to figure out how to keep her. Tie her up? Seems like too much......

While thinking about these things, the Count of Montenegro himself did not notice, and a smile appeared on his face. But Kiri noticed, and she was sure it wasn't an expression that would show a tool, the warmth in that smile was something she didn't know. At the same time, when Lothar's heart was filled with some kind of warm emotion, the lion's eyes in Hearn's hand no longer emitted red light, but began to bloom with golden dots of light, like fireflies.

The witch felt strange to herself, and it was very unpleasant to watch the man in front of her talk about how to appease the mercenary. But she couldn't say why, but whatever it was, there was no need for the meeting to continue.

"Are you leaving?" asked the Count of Montenegro, noticing the witch getting up from her bed and walking towards the door.

There was no answer, and the locked door looked like something that didn't exist the moment the witch touched it. Qili's body disappeared into the door with a ripple. Leaving Lothar to wonder if it was a grotesque dream. But whether it was a dream or not, the Count decided that he should go and greet the mercenary, or at least return the dagger to her.