Although it was not very obvious, Lothar was aware of one thing, they were imprisoned. Perhaps the word imprisonment is not used well enough, because after all, the witches did not put the two of them in a cold prison and control their movements in chains, but on the contrary, the room that served as a cage was extraordinarily ordinary, with all kinds of food and living things. If someone else had come, I'm afraid he would have been glad to be locked up like this. But the witches didn't know that they were not ordinary mercenaries locked up, and that the male lions who were used to the steppe would not succumb to their cages.

"Is the amulet still on you?" asked Lothar in a whisper as she pretended to put food on her female companion's plate. Of course, the webworm understood what he meant, and the spider tamer could see the situation of the two of them now, and he didn't have to think much about it to know that it would be done by others. However, knowing that a weapon to restrain magic such as the cold iron amulet naturally would not be ignored by witches, to be precise, they did not ignore anything. "When I woke up, was there something on me that you should be able to see clearly? Or did you not look carefully?"

"Ahem" The Count coughed violently twice, nearly choking himself to death. Indeed, when the two woke up, all the clothes they were carrying were gone, and even the clothes they were wearing now were still more in line with the style of Heartbreaker Bay found next to the bed. But the way the networm speaks still makes Lothar feel very uncomfortable. But the author of all this watched with interest the helplessness of the Count of Montenegro, and the mercenary found that teasing Lothar might become her new hobby. But hobbies are hobbies, and the current matter still has to be dealt with.

"Let's sort out where we are. The networm said naturally, as if she was not the one who took the initiative to divert the topic just now. And although Lothar is somewhat uncomfortable with this turn, she can only accept it. So he put down the knife and fork in his hand, ready to listen to the female companion's opinion first, "First of all, we ourselves, as I said just now, clothes, armor, and weapons have all been taken away. Anything else aside, the witches should be quite concerned about your axe and my amulet, and it's unlikely we'll be able to get them back. ”

Lothar nodded, he couldn't agree with any of these things, and the Count knew that it was unrealistic to reason with a witch. Even with Kirly and Peg to help, it would be impossible for them to be treated like guests. "Other than that, that's where we are now. I've already checked this room just now, one bedroom, one living room and one toilet. To be honest, I am afraid that the average inn does not have such treatment. Especially the toilets, which are clearly intended to imprison us for a long time. ”

It is true that in the buildings built in this era, there are very delicate facilities such as toilets, which are indispensable but difficult to place. As far as Lothar knew, even the method used in the castles of the Greylion Kings was often to transport the filth out of the castle from the chamber in a wooden barrel. However, Molten Iron City has heard that it has a relatively complete sewer system, and the dwarves' mastery of architecture has made the city of Hammerlord the most popular area of the kingdom for toilets.

Even so, it is enough to have a toilet on a floor in a large building, and it is rare for anyone to add one of these rooms to their own room. On the one hand, with the level of craftsmanship of this era, it is inevitable that odors will occur, and on the other hand, even the high cost of manufacturing sewer pipes in buildings is really not enough to make such facilities popular. Therefore, since there is a toilet in the room where the two Lothars were imprisoned, in other words, it is very likely that this room was used as a place for long-term imprisonment.

"I've seen the door, but I don't see the food outlets, maybe they're sending people in on a regular basis?" Lothar also recounted her findings. If this is really a prison, then the jailer has to ensure that the prisoners are fed in addition to excrement. Especially judging from the décor and the food that had been put in, the witches had no intention of abusing their prisoners. But if so, things are even stranger. With the current supplies, the two prisoners can keep themselves in the best state of movement, and if the witch wants to imprison them for a long time, she must minimize contact with them to prevent accidents. Then the best way to feed food to the room is through the food delivery port.

"We'll have to wait until later. Maybe they didn't plan to feed us anymore. But one thing I'm sure of is that we're stuck here and there's no way we're going to be able to help you. The networm leaned back in her chair and complained lazily to Lothar. She was accusing the Count of not agreeing to Killie's request to come to Heartbreak Bay in the first place. And in the current situation, it may be true, the witches don't need their help at all, and they don't even see them as helpers.

"Maybe you're right. Somewhat to the mercenary's surprise, Lothar agreed with her complaints, which were rare, and generally the knight's personality was as inflexible as his creed, and it was difficult for others to change what he had identified. The networm quickly reached out and touched Lothar's forehead, and watched his pupils with concern to see if there was something wrong with the latter's body. "How can you admit that you are mistaken? I need to check it carefully, I'm afraid these dishes are poisonous. ”

"I'm not kidding. Lothar slapped the networm's hand away and held it instead. The gesture made the mercenary blush, and she quickly withdrew her hand. The Count shrugged his shoulders and lamented the small failure, but continued, "Actually, I may have misunderstood her in the first place. She only told me that she needed my help, but she didn't say anything specifically about asking me to help her. Then I think she probably didn't need me and you to deal with any krakens or giant eggs in the sea in the first place. What she really wants us to help fight is—" At this point, Lothar stopped speaking, and instead pointed to the door with her finger, hinting at the witches outside the door.

The mercenary quickly understood what he meant. Indeed, if Qili had identified the imaginary enemy as her own compatriots from the beginning, it makes sense that the two of them were imprisoned here as her helpers. But what's the use of making your position clear at this point?" "Well, even if you're right. But now that we're caged birds, we can't help at all, so what can we do?"

And so on. We don't have to do anything, just wait. Lothar smiled and said gently. He got up from the table and walked behind the networm to hug her, "Since she asked for our help, then we caged birds don't have to find a way to open the cage ourselves, that's something she should consider." We just need to take the time to rest before the cage is released. ”