Otto stared at Lothar with drunken eyes, and in his brown eyes was a color of envy.

"Lothar, how the hell did you do that?"

If you have a hanging, you can do it.

Lothar was silent for a while, holding his crumbling body: "You drank too much, go and rest, and I'll talk to you when you wake up." ”

Otto opened his mouth and did not speak, but patted his head in chagrin.

In this era, the alcohol content is generally low, but if you drink too much, you will be intoxicated.

The rotten drunks in the tavern who beat their heads and bled at every turn are the best proof of this.

Moreover, the wine at the Sibylla banquet is obviously not an ordinary "fermented grape juice".

Lothar summoned a knight from the House of Habsburg, helped Otto, and escorted him to the guest room.

Seeing him leave, Lothar's expression was a little complicated.

The original Otto and Lothar each had their own strengths, Lothar was good at personal martial arts, and Otto was good at learning.

When the two were young, learning Gallic together with the priest, Lothar could not master it as fast as Otto; Otto had begun to learn Latin, and Lothar was still unable to read Gallic fluently.

Thinking of what Otto said before, he couldn't help but sigh silently: "It's indeed a different person." ”

The iceberg girl in the red dress gently grabbed Lothar's arm and asked:

"What's wrong with you?"

"It's fine, it's just a little emotional."

Lothar smiled and glanced at Pranya.

Accompanied by two knights asking Princess Sibylla for a showy duel.

The banquet gradually came to a climax.

The martial arts of these two knights are not bad, and the process of fighting between the two is also very exciting.

The knights were dizzying.

In the end, the victor stabbed the blunt-tipped wooden sword against his opponent's throat with a beautiful stab.

"Beautiful!"

"Good fight!"

The applause was thunderous.

The victor withdrew his wooden sword and, to the cheers of the crowd, went straight to Lothar.

I saw him get down on one knee and say, "Lord Lothar, I want to dedicate this victory to you. ”

"I know you, knight."

Lothar looked at the other party's somewhat familiar face and recalled, "Your name is Ned Stark, right?" ”

The knight looked shocked: "You... Do you remember me? ”

Lothar smiled, "Of course, you wore a set of shabby armor and achieved good results in the knightly competition in Vienna. ”

"Thank you for your generosity and kindness, if you hadn't given up my ransom, I wouldn't be where I am now."

Lothar said earnestly, "Heavenly Father will protect the pious warriors, Knight Ned, will you be willing to pay allegiance to me?" ”

Ned was pleasantly surprised: "Of course... If you're willing to accept it. ”

"I would gladly accept your allegiance, Knight Ned, but unfortunately there is no priest at this feast as a witness."

"Tomorrow I will be at the Tel Aviv church in Jaffa, accepting your allegiance."

Lothar said with a smile on her face.

In the garden.

A burly man in a somewhat tattered bearskin cloak, carrying an iron-clad wooden wine jug, stood in the corridor silently waiting to be summoned.

Anahad felt that the world was becoming more and more magical.

Obviously, when people heard him call himself a demon hunter, they were often resistant, even afraid, and unwilling to communicate with him.

But in Jerusalem, the most obviously theological holy place, he was invited to be a guest of Her Royal Highness the Princess, and he was often summoned.

The attendant walked slowly towards him and shouted:

"Come with me, Anahad, that distinguished guest wants to meet you."

"Hmm."

The taciturn witcher followed the squire into a room.

A young nobleman, who looked imposing, sat condescendingly on the stone steps of the staircase.

"You're the witcher?"

"Yes, sir."

A hint of surprise flashed in Anahad's eyes.

Lothar keenly caught the shock in the other party's eyes, and frowned: "You seem shocked to see me?" ”

"Yes, my lord, because I have rarely seen a wizard, let alone a wizard who is a secular lord."

A stiff smile squeezed out of Anahad's vicissitudes of life?

"The majestic spiritual power on your body has already explained your identity, but I can't perceive what the attributes of the magic power on your body are."

He's a capable person!

Lothar straightened up: "Mr. Anahad, tell me about the werewolf you are hunting. ”

Anahad sat down beside him, his ass moving a little uneasily, and he felt a strong coercion on Lothar's body, like a humanoid dragon perched on the throne.

None of the lords he had ever seen could match it.

This made him, who had a cold and hard personality, and couldn't help but subconsciously reveal a humble expression.

"It's a typical black-maned werewolf, and I've hunted it down from Prague, Bohemia."

"Chase?"

Lothar frowned: "In other words, he is no match for you?" ”

Anahad nodded dryly, "That's right, we witchers have Mithril weapons that specialize in dealing with monsters, which can do more damage than Demon Blocking Gold, and we are familiar with the habits of monsters. ”

"I hit it hard in Prague, but unfortunately let this cunning beast escape."

Lothar nodded slightly: "What is your motive?" I mean, why don't you travel thousands of miles to hunt down this werewolf to the Holy Land? ”

Anahad was silent for a while, and then said in a low voice: "We witchers use demonic powers, and each of us has sealed a monster with ritual magic in our body, and I need the corpse of this werewolf as a reserve for our school. ”

"Reasonable."

Lothar bowed slightly.

But the Pranya beside him shook his head slightly, and said in a flat tone: "He's lying." ”

Anahad's face changed slightly.

Lothar propped her chin in her hand and sighed, "Demon Hunter, I think we can be more open. ”

"For example, if the black-maned werewolf you're tracking was actually a witcher?"

"You... You..."

When he was poked in his heart, he had a trace of heartfelt fear in his heart.

On Anahad's forehead, large beads of sweat oozed from him: "How do you know?" ”

Lothar chuckled, "The power of monsters, where is it so easy to control." ”

The Dragonborn bloodline still needs him to continuously improve his spiritual power to fight against the bloodline's erosion of reason, not to mention the power of the dark attribute that has the most serious erosion of reason.

In connection with what Anahad said before, the witchers of this world need to contain a monster in their bodies.

The facts, obviously.

"Yes, you guessed it right, that black-maned werewolf is a traitor to our Warsaw Witcher School, and it took the seal of one of the demons in the school, and also tried to contain the demon inside into its body."

"So the black-maned werewolf you're tracking is actually still a witcher?"

"You can say the same thing."

"Have you seen the popular witchers in the Holy Land?"

"No, I'm illiterate, but I've heard some in taverns."

"I wrote it."

"Thank you for speaking up to us witchers."

"Huh."

Lothar nodded noncommittally, "That's it, I'll send someone to keep an eye on the demon hunter you mentioned." ”

"This noble lord, you must pay attention to this matter, once you let this traitor unleash the demon, it will definitely cause a disaster."

"I will."

Lothar's face was serious: "I forgot to introduce myself, I am the Grand Master of the Royal Knights of Jerusalem, and I have the obligation to maintain the law and order in Jerusalem. ”

"You're the Count of Lothar?"

Anahad exclaimed.

"That's right, Anahad, follow me before you catch your fellow disciple."

"Okay."

After instructing the attendants to take Anahad down to rest, Lothar asked, "How do you feel about his strength?" ”

"It won't be much worse than Hans."

Prajna whispered.

Friengira added on the side: "In its body, it should contain a vampire, the rotten smell of vampires in this world, I feel disgusting just by smelling it." ”

I'm so sorry I didn't write it out last night, I fell asleep, my pot.