What happened? This question was too difficult for Lothar to answer at this time. Most of his brain had been suspended due to other injuries and fatigue, and his ability to think was now limited. And under this limited ability to think, the Count still knew what he had to do, and instead of glancing at the earth-shattering roar and noise coming from the direction of the sea, he turned over and lay on the ground with all his might, trying to stand up when his hands could not be forced.

He succeeded, and his legs were still intact, and Lothar trembled and supported herself on her feet. But before he could stand firm, a shock from the sea almost brought him to the ground again. No, I can't stand up if I fall down now. He knew this, so he stubbornly stood despite the shaking of his body's center of gravity. The goal, it is clear. Lothar looked up, and what she saw in her left eye was blurry and bright red from the blood. But he still determined his direction, the direction of the hut, and tried to take the first step.

The sound of the webworm is almost inaudible. But even if the labor was still going on, what could he do if he entered the house in this form? However, even then, he had to go into that room. He had a reason to do so.

The "squeak" door opened after Lothar had leaned some of his weight up, and he was glad that the networm hadn't locked the deadbolt from the inside. When Lothar opened the door, he saw a scene he had expected but did not want to see in any case. Blood, a great deal of blood poured from under his wife's body, staining the bed red, and the webworm's face was extremely pale, and her lips were lifeless as plaster compared to the blood on the sheets. No, no, no, no, no. Lothar only felt a loud bang erupt in his head, and his steps increased uncontrollably, rushing to the edge of the bed in a few steps, but his body also fell to his knees with the center of gravity leaning forward. He opened his mouth to call out to the man lying on the bed, but it was only then that the Count realized that his knowledge of the woman so far did not even include her real name. All he knew was the nondescript mercenary code name of the networm.

Fortunately, while Lothar's mind was confused, the woman who called herself a networm woke up. "It's just a good time for you to come back. She said, her voice as thin as a gossamer. If Lothar hadn't become accustomed to her way of speaking and the tone of her voice, he would never have been able to hear her clearly. But what can he do, but what can he do? The Count's eyes moistened, and he did not know what else he could do in the face of such a situation, and he opened his mouth, but could not utter anything tender or comforting.

"Don't do that. I don't want to end up with your face. "Hand, poking out slightly. Lothar immediately lowered her head so that her lover's fingers could touch his cheek. Networm smiled, "It seems that the magic of the gray robe is useless against the dying." She said happily, for in her eyes, Lothar was back to her original form, not the hypocritical appearance that Cheese had created for him. As for whether this is because people who are weak enough to the border of life and death have the ability to see through magic, or whether this is just an illusion on the verge of death, no one knows.

"No, you're not going to die. Lothar spoke quickly, but his eyes slightly avoided the man on the bed, and he knew it was a lie. They all knew it, because whether it was the former Count of Montenegro or the mercenaries, they had experienced or seen too many deaths. It is undoubtedly sad that they are familiar with what kind of people will die.

"Well, don't tell this kind of lie that no one will believe. Isn't there honesty in the knight's oath?" the networm's tone rose slightly, but then there was a violent cough. Her body doesn't support her to mix any emotions when she speaks, neither good nor bad.

The mercenary's cough caused Lothar to straighten up like an electric shock, and he leaned closer, but could do nothing. "Ahem, ha... Ha... I really didn't expect it to be like this. The webworm was lying, and as a woman, she had a vague premonition of something, perhaps from the witch's attitude towards her, or from the sinister smile of the writhing shadows in her dreams. So she knew very well that there was some kind of extremely dangerous obstacle in front of herself and the child in her womb. And this obstacle cannot be avoided simply by staying away from the sea.

"Don't talk about it, you have to conserve your strength. Witches will come at any time, they will have a way, they can heal you, with magic. "Witches and magic are the only things Lothar can think of that could change the situation right now. But he knew it wasn't likely, and what Kiri had said to him last night was still ringing in her ears, and she knew what was going to happen today. But she still let Lothar return here alone. Maybe it's because the witches know they're too scared about the situation, or maybe they have other scruples. After all, Lothar and the Networms were just passers-by in Heartless Bay, and it wasn't something the Witches would do to settle a grudge against the terrible demons that dwelt in the sea.

"No one will come, Lothar, no one will come. So I have to say more now, ahem, or I won't have a chance. You don't want to wait for me to die and talk to you in my dreams, do you?" said Networm weakly, with a smile on his lips. She didn't seem to be afraid of her own death at all, perhaps because she knew it was coming and didn't worry too much, or maybe it was because her worst worries had subsided when she saw Lothar alive and here. Again, no one knows.

"The name, my name, and the name of our children. Ahem, but I don't know if the kid is male or female, so it looks like you'll have to pick up the name, which is a pity. But remember, don't let those wizards name our children, ahem, it's a curse that you can't get rid of for a lifetime. As for my name, it is..."

Lothar put her ear close to the webworm's mouth, for with a twitch, the latter's body spurted a lot of blood, and the mercenary's voice became more subtle...

At noon that day, the Sea King, who had been raised by Saich and the mountain monster, left the shore again and went out into the sea to follow the trails of his kind. Normal sunlight shone in through the windows of the hut, accompanied by the cry of a baby. Peg, Hela, and Garyn are three witches and their attendants to the cottage. They saw the newborn baby crying beside her mother's corpse, while her father fainted beside her mother. The witch immediately took care of the baby girl, and they had already prepared the corresponding supplies. And although it was a premature baby, the baby's body was unexpectedly healthy.

"Will the demons still come for her?" asked Hela as she held the baby wrapped in a soft silk fabric that had been washed in her arms.

"No, all it wants is a pure soul, and she has already been born, and now she will cry, she will be hungry, she will laugh, she will no longer meet its requirements. Karen replied.

"yes, that's great. Now wait for her father to wake up and help her name it. The Grave Girl smiled.

"No, she has a name. And it's been taken a long time ago. Peg's expression was rather complicated, and she seemed a little afraid to look at the child," Helen. That's her name, and it's her mother's name. Don't look at me like that, Qili told me. Her father would obviously call her by that name, wouldn't he?"

"I see. Then welcome, little Helen, and welcome here. ”