The smell in the air is somewhat mixed.

The smell of blood, the smell of rotting corpses, the smell of scorched lakes, the smell of sulphur from the abyss, these mixed "fragrant aromas" smoke Lothar's nasal passages are sour, and the eyes are hot.

The three-meter-tall giant demon had now turned into a charred, shriveled corpse, and the holy spear pierced through its body, shining in the black wreckage.

Jeanne's armor is still densely covered with golden lines.

She took off her helmet, her blonde curls were soaked with sweat, and her smooth nose was covered with fine beads of sweat, and she fell to her knees with some exhaustion, gasping violently.

"Are you alright?"

Praruo picked her up, and a rare trace of surprise flashed in the eyes of the ancient well-the holy spear is undoubtedly also an artifact, and its lethality makes Praruo can't help but sprout a kind of gun, compared to the ghost shield in her hand, which is said to be taken from the fragments of the ghost gate, who is more powerful.

As if sensing the owner's dangerous thoughts, the grimace on the ghost-faced shield withered, and his face was distorted as if he had eaten bitter melon.

Jeanna collapsed weakly in Prajna's arms, she smiled and said: "It's not a big deal, it's just a little out of strength, after all, the grade of this monster is not low, to ensure that it will kill with one blow, it can't be done without all your strength." ”

Lothar breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay, do you want to lie down for a while?" ”

Jeanne's eyes lit up: "If you can pill on Miss Jeanne's knee pillow, of course I won't refuse!" ”

Lothar: "..."

Prajna frowned slightly.

Lothar hesitated, but still said, "Pranya, for the sake of Jeanna's contribution this time..."

Pranya nodded: "Okay." ”

Hans, limping this way, waved his hand to Lothar: "My lord, here I am!" ”

Lothar felt a little ashamed in her heart, and she patronized Jeanne, and forgot about this kid.

"Your Excellency, how did you find me?"

Hans's face was a little pale, and he was dressed in a tattered robe that barely covered his body, and his eyes were full of exhaustion.

"Don't forget, I also have beastly instincts."

Lothar gently patted the other party's shoulder: "There is a bond between us. ”

It seems that the defense was broken by this sentence all of a sudden.

Hans sniffled, his voice choked up.

"My lord, a lot of people died, I couldn't protect them, if you didn't arrive in time, my lord, I should have died too."

"It's okay, it's all over."

Lothar sighed lightly.

Hans is undoubtedly the closest of many followers to himself, and according to his age, even if he does not count his previous life, he is equivalent to his younger brother.

Hans, for all his time, wanted to catch up with himself.

And not because the one-star template is gradually being phased out.

He could feel Hans's efforts, but he often had a sense of being a tool man and throwing him wherever he needed to, which made him feel a little ashamed.

"I'm sorry, my lord, I lost my temper."

Hans took a deep breath and whispered.

"It's okay, let's go and see the wounded and take them back to Jerusalem."

Get out of the theater.

Outside, the breeze mixed with the smell of horse manure was gently blowing, and Lothar felt very refreshed.

Of the nearly twenty soldiers of the Royal Knights led by Hans, only eight survived, and these eight people were also deaf in both ears due to the demon's screams before they died.

Pointing to the old building, which was covered with a tarpaulin, Lothar said: "This was originally a grand theater built by the Greeks, but after it was abandoned, it was turned into a farmer's market. Today is not an open day, and no one will be able to find it if it is not deliberately searched. ”

Fringira wiped away beads of sweat that didn't exist: "My lord, that demon has been burned to the ground, and there is no valuable loot left. ”

"Hmm."

Lothar did not feel disappointed.

Because the system's prompt has already sounded: Your six-star servant Jeanne Dalc has slain a monster with an epic template, the Abyss Demon.

The milestone "Demon Hunter" that you have completed will advance to "Demon Hunter".

You get a simulated battle to complete the tasks you rank up.

"Mock battle?"

"What is this?"

Unable to study this, Lothar and Hans helped the wounded onto their horses, and the mounts they had come from were stored at the other end of the tunnel, far from here, so that they had to do both of these things themselves.

Hans sighed a little: "This demon is so terrifying, if it weren't for Lady Jeanne, we wouldn't have been able to stop it from leaving." ”

Frigila said with a heart, "Indeed, my blood was speared into its body, and it was melted away in an instant. ”

"Is it so powerful?"

Lothar was a little surprised.

In Lothar's senses, this demon should be stronger than the adult Earth Walking Dragon that was dealt with before.

But I don't know how much stronger, because the process of Jeanna solving it, like killing the earthly dragon, is just a "saint" and it is over.

It's just that after solving the demon this time, Jeanna is a little out of strength.

But this time, he didn't intervene at all.

Even with the bloodline of the Dragonborn, his current strength is still far from that of a truly extraordinary powerhouse.

On the way back to Jerusalem.

In front of Lothar's party, a convoy appeared.

Seeing the flag unfurled by Lothar, they spontaneously avoided it.

It was a caravan of gypsies, carrying all the possessions of the wanderers, like moving houses.

Because of this custom, they are sometimes identified as Cumans or Tatars from the steppes of Eastern Europe.

Although Western Europeans could not even distinguish between the two, the Magyars of Hungary sometimes identified the Magyars of Hungary as Cumans.

The Franks used to call the Gypsies bohemians, and the real bohemians would have wanted to throw them out the window when they heard it.

A blind old woman holding a crystal ball, sitting in front of the caravan, saw a group of people passing by, and suddenly said something.

Seeing that everyone didn't understand, she held the crystal ball in her hand in front of her again.

Prajna spoke, "She said that this crystal ball has the magic power to illuminate people's hearts. ”

Lothar was a little surprised: "You even know the language of a gypsy?" ”

Prajna nodded slightly: "Death, regardless of race, in the boring hell, learning a language is already a very interesting thing." ”

Fringira was intrigued: "You ask her how much it costs?" ”

Prajna asked for a while.

The old woman was also shocked that Prajna understood their language, and she said, "Just a coin, whether it is gold, silver, or bronze, as long as you think it, it is equivalent to your heart." ”

The old woman raised the crystal ball in her hand, rolled her eyes with a layer of dust, and said, "Which of you is the first to come." ”

"Just let me come first."

Prajna was the first to say.

Lothar didn't stop it, and Prarue had the strongest defense among them, both in terms of magical resistance and physical resistance.

It is safest and most appropriate for her to be the first.

The old woman was expressionless, and held the crystal ball high in front of Prajna.

A surging purple glow flashed.

Fringilla asked impatiently, "What do you see, stupid big man?" ”

Prajna blinked slightly, and it felt like a long time had passed, and it seemed like only a second had passed.

"It's nothing, it's just chaos."

"Cut, it's in line with your personality."

Fringira said, "It's my turn, it's my turn!" ”

At this time, the old woman's face was a little pale, only to hear a crisp sound from Kacha, and a crack appeared in the crystal ball.

As if she had seen a terrifying monster, she reluctantly dropped the crystal ball and got into the carriage.

No matter how much Fringira can't scream.

Lothar frowned, "Prajna, do you feel unwell?" ”

Prajna shook her head: "No, she didn't have malicious intentions, she was just scared by me." ”

"From her point of view, what she sees should be a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, a hell full of bones."

Prajna explained.

Frigila complained with a full face: "What, dare to come out for divination with this little ability?" ”

Jeanne said fairly: "With your personality, this is a normal result. ”

Lothar nodded, threw a heavy money bag into the car, and left.

Xindao, you can't do divination in the future, this price is too expensive.

As it gets dark, the gypsy motorcade stops at the side of the road, where they set up camp and sing and dance around the campfire.

The old woman finally got out of the car, and she trembled and picked up the money bag, her face still full of fear... and a hint of grievance.

As for it?

Isn't it just a bad thing to get married and have children?

What can't be said?

Do you have to spoil my eating guy?