"How long has it been?"

When Frigila opened her eyes, the familiar furnishings of the room made her instantly recognizable that she was in a room at the Oak and Hazelnut inn.

The dizziness in the head is still very serious, if it is an ordinary mage, overdrawing all the magic power at one time is likely to leave serious sequelae, and even brain death.

Even if a vampire has a strong physique, it still takes a long time to recuperate.

She subconsciously licked her lips, a sweet taste that made her a little addicted.

"Where's your lord?"

"I'm like this, and I don't have anyone to take care of me?"

A sense of grievance, like a weed, thrives in Flynn's heart.

Footsteps drew closer.

She hurriedly closed her eyes again, and the sheep looked unconscious.

Lothar placed the freshly baked honey cake sprinkled with nuts on the table, looking at Frynn, who was still unconscious, with some concern.

Flynn likes chocolate, proving that she should have a sweet tooth, so he borrowed an oven and baked a cake with a decent taste based on memories of his past life.

"Why hasn't Flynn woken up yet?"

Lothar sighed lightly, a shallow, healed wound on his wrist, "Didn't you say that the blood of the Dragonborn is a great supplement for vampires?" I've fed her three times. ”

Prajna frowned and didn't speak.

Lothar got up and said, "I'll go to the bathroom, Pranya, you can take care of Flynn for me for a while." ”

"I'll have to follow you."

Lothar was a little embarrassed to meet the brown eyes of Praruo: "Just go to the toilet, I'll be back soon, in such a short time, there shouldn't be anything, right?" ”

Prajna whispered: "You said before that you could protect yourself before we arrived, but it turned out that you couldn't. So, you have to do what I say. ”

Her attitude is tough.

The prompt of the system sounded suddenly.

Your epic subordinate, Frigila's intimacy with you has been elevated to intimacy.

Lothar was slightly stunned, he looked at Fringilla, who was still pale and unconscious, and was a little puzzled.

With the feedback on the intimacy increase, Flynn should have woken up, right?

At this time, Prajna had already gotten up, came to the hallway, and said to Lothar, "Let's go, I won't stare at your key parts, and for me, it's not much worth peeping at." ”

Fringira couldn't hold back her mood and scolded: "Fart, you old pervert, you even have to stare at adults when they go to the toilet, don't you have a little shame?" ”

The corners of her mouth curled slightly, and she whispered, "It's better to be ashamed than a little bat that is awake but still has to lie on the bed and pretend to be unconscious." ”

Lothar let out a sigh: "So you pretended, I thought something was wrong." ”

"Your Excellency, you fed me your blood?"

"Well, killing the evil god happened to get a dragonborn bloodline, and Prajna said that this blood is a great supplement for vampires and can alleviate your injuries."

Fringira was a little embarrassed and said, "Thank you... Thank you. ”

Lothar rubbed her smooth white hair, and her tone unconsciously carried a hint of pampering: "This is what I should do, eat cake, taste my craft." ”

Then.

There was a commotion outside the window.

Lothar glanced at it and found that the knights of the Royal Knights were surrounding Pepin, about to duel with the Montreal knights who had insulted the royal knights' record last night.

He wasn't in the mood to watch the battle.

The knights of Montreal are very few with high martial arts, and the knight with a face full of acne, who has shown a weak heart and a cowardice several times, is obviously not in this ranks.

In this battle, Piping will win.

Prajna urged, "My lord, don't you want to go to the toilet?" ”

Lothar was surprised: "Didn't you say that on purpose to amuse Frynn?" ”

A hint of speechlessness flashed in Prajna's good-looking big eyes: "My lord, do you think I am such a leisurely person?" ”

Fringira argued: "No, absolutely not, this is too shameful, stupid big man, you haven't thought about the dignity of adults at all, he is our allegiance to the lord, how can you see those indecent scenes?" ”

Lothar felt that the only trace of urine she had had been held back.

The thought of being stared at and peeing by others, and the embarrassment of wanting to use my toes to cut out a one-bedroom three-hall on the floor came to my heart.

"Your Excellency, Saladin's messenger has arrived."

Hans's voice sounded outside the door at the right time.

Lothar let out a sigh of relief, and said secretly, Hans is indeed my humeral minister, and he can save me from fire and water every time, and he hurriedly said, "Let them come to me." ”

Lothar went to the room on the top floor where Zahir was being held.

Hearing the movement, Zahir, who was lying on the bed, raised his eyes slightly: "What, the person who came to redeem me has arrived?" ”

"That's right."

He turned over and jumped up sensitively, with a hint of joy on his face: "Great, I have to say, you are really boring here, and you don't even want to give me a beautiful maid." ”

Lothar said coldly: "It's all for your safety, the news that you were captured by us has leaked out, you should know how many people in this city hate you to the bone." ”

Zahir led his troops to sack several Montreal-annexed villages, which were the homes of many knights and sergeants in the city.

Zahir said indifferently: "This is a matter for you to consider, not me." ”

The door was pushed open.

A Saracen, dressed as a merchant and tanned by the sun, walked in.

"Baron Lothar, I am the messenger of my king, and I have brought the ransom you have asked for, and your cavalry is counting."

The messenger stroked his left shoulder and saluted Lothar.

Lothar also drew a cross in front of him: "Messenger, please be seated, if the number is accurate, I will naturally let Prince Zahir go with you." ”

Prince Zahir looked at him with an ugly face and said in a low voice, "Why did you come?" ”

The messenger smiled and said, "As your own uncle, I am worried about your safety and come in person, isn't it normal?" ”

"You're... Savodin? ”

Lothar was a little surprised.

The messenger smiled and said, "Baron Lothar, you have assumed my identity, don't you even know my appearance?" ”

Lothar frowned and said, "Aren't you afraid that I will take the opportunity to arrest you too?" ”

Savodine smiled and said, "My king has said that the Count of Vilna, though cold and cruel, is a man of great credibility, and I believe that his son is the same. ”

"You've won a prize."

Lothar nodded slightly.

He did not have the will to attack Savodin, a formidable enemy, but it was not worth the risk of Lothar's murder at the risk of fighting Saladin's death.

Hans entered the room and whispered in Lothar's ear, "The number is accurate, the fineness is good, two thousand Souleds, no less." ”

Lothar nodded and said, "In that case, Lord Savodin, as promised, I will let you and Prince Zahir leave." ”

Savodin bowed slightly: "Baron Lothar, thank you for fulfilling the agreement. ”

"If the will of the Holy Fire necessitates that we fight each other, the next time we meet on the battlefield, when I capture you, I will be glaciful enough to grant you freedom."

Lothar agreed, "If it were me, I would have killed you." ”

Seeing that Savodin looked puzzled, Lothar said, "You have decided to grant me freedom because you think that I am no threat to you; I decided to kill you if I had the chance, because I recognized you as the greatest threat to the Kingdom. ”

Savertine was slightly stunned, and subconsciously said, "No, I'm not." ”

"My king is!"

A hint of embarrassment appeared on Savertine's face, and he subconsciously looked at Zahir on the side, and found that the little prince, who was favored by Saladin, was staring at him with a dissatisfied expression.

Savertine said helplessly: "Since when did the Franks, who were regarded as barbarians, also play with words?" ”

Lothar smiled, "May the Holy Fire bless you, the most respectable and fearsome opponent in the Zoroastrian world that I recognize, the Governor of Savodin." ”

It was obviously a compliment, but Savodin felt like a sword smeared with poison.

He waved his hand at Lothar and then stood up and said, "Farewell, sharp-toothed Frank." ”

Seeing Savertine leave, Lothar instructed: "Send someone to keep an eye on them, I suspect that this Savertine has other plans to come to Montreal." ”

Hans immediately took the order and left.