Evening, Hebron.

Branches on the moon.

"Whew-"

Returning to the mansion, Lothar jumped into the tub filled with boiling water, exhausted, and let out a comfortable moan.

The reward of the Volcano King's milestone gives Lothar the equivalent of the Tyrannical Dragon's fire immunity.

Not to mention just bathing in boiling water, or jumping into magma, at most you will be burned off the hair on your body.

Of course, if you don't burn to death, you won't burn to death.

The poisonous gases from the crater were likely to kill Lothar.

Fire immunity does not mean that Lothar has the same terrifying poison resistance and magic resistance as the tyrannical dragon.

At the same time, the [Volcano King] milestone also greatly enhanced the power of his fire attribute skills.

It's just that he is limited to the fact that he currently only has one [Dragon's Breath] that is considered a fire attribute skill, and this effect is not obvious enough.

On the way back, Lothar tested the power of [Dragon's Breath] and nearly doubled it, but it was still far from the Tyrannical Dragon's Dragon Breath.

The tyrannical dragon's best ability is dragon breath, and it's normal that he can't compare to it.

Lothar was considering whether to exchange some fire-type spells from Nisya, such as the "Meteor Shower" that Anna had cast.

But on second thought, his energy was limited.

Now I need to meditate at night to improve my mental strength, and during the day, I need to sharpen my swordsmanship, riding skills, polish my physical fitness, and deal with some government affairs in the territory.

Even if you get a fire-type spell, it will take a lot of time to understand it.

Wizarding is a time-consuming profession.

"Forget it, just sharing the talents of the servants is enough for me."

The water temperature gradually decreases.

The bathroom was filled with white mist.

After days of hard work, the accumulated exhaustion quickly emerged, so that he fell into a deep sleep unconsciously.

Bathroom next door.

Fringira looked around with some confusion, like a preoccupied Cellynina.

"Nina, what are you thinking?"

"Nothing."

Cellina shook her head.

Before she left, she made several plans to prepare for the rebellion of the people, but when she came back this time, nothing happened.

That's right, too.

These lords are all selected, and they are not the same thing as the lawless Two Sicilian wolf clan that their father settled in Texas in the New World.

It seems that what the adults said was right.

Settling the people is really not a difficult thing, the big problems have been solved, and what needs to be dealt with by yourself is nothing more than some trivial things.

I'm too cautious.

It's just that.

Adults really trust my abilities.

Her heart is slightly warm, even she herself is not very confident, adults dare to entrust her with such a heavy responsibility, her heart, suddenly gave birth to the phrase "the person who is a confidant dies".

In fact, Lothar didn't worry about anything going wrong from the beginning.

For the foundation of his reign has always been very solid.

Moreover, it is not difficult at all to "Diao Min" not to rebel.

As long as they can live, who will put a good life and just tie their heads to their belts and rebel?

In his previous life, if a new mayor gave him a tax cut, a house, and a salary increase, he would also be willing to shout "Lord Qingtian".

For yeoman farmers in this era, dividing the land is to divide the house, rent farm tools for free, reduce taxes, and increase wages.

Cellynina's cheeks suddenly turned red.

Frigila fished out a wet tail from the bath with a curious face: "It's all dusty, do you want me to wash it for you?" ”

Cellinina's ears trembled on top of her head, and her voice was like that of a mosquito: "No, I'll just wash it myself." ”

Fringilla was a little reluctant to touch this kind of fluffy touch: "Nina, can you touch my tail more every day in the future?" ”

"No, no, why such a strange request?"

Fringira looked puzzled and said, "Because it's easy to touch, does this request seem strange?" ”

Cellynina's tail "swished" and pulled away from her fingertips.

She said succinctly, "No." ”

In the other bathroom, Jeanne's hearty laughter happened to sound: "Tsk, it's so soft, hey, what are you hitting me for, don't you just touch it, it's really not good, I'll let you touch it back." ”

The two looked at each other.

Fringilla's gaze looked down from Cellinina's slender white swan-like neck, and then revealed a wicked smile: "Nina, you are actually younger than me. ”

Cellinina straightened her face, paddled to the side, rubbed her tail herself, sprinkled with the special incense powder of this era, and rubbed it gently.

In this era, the Franks inherited the imperial tradition of bathing.

It is said that Charlemagne, at most, once invited a hundred people to bathe.

In many cities of the Holy Land, there are public baths.

But because of these public baths, there is only an insignificant barrier between the male and female baths, and the two groups of people can even be honest with each other and do not shy away from watching each other's bodies.

This led to scandals that often broke out around the public baths that were popular with the commoners and the aristocracy, but which angered the conservative clergy.

This is also known as "impart".

Many of the monastic apologists have publicly called for the abolition of public baths and bathhouses.

Yes.

The Catholic atmosphere of this era was indeed very conservative.

Although this does not prevent the bishops of some regions from keeping mistresses, having illegitimate children, and even raising boys, it is only a small probability after all.

On the other hand, monks who swore chastity and practiced asceticism abounded.

"Your Excellency."

Lothar woke up from her sleep and realized that the water in the tub had completely cooled.

Pranya was holding a bathrobe and standing beside him.

"I'm sorry, I've been so tired lately."

Lothar stretched.

The cramped tub made his curled legs a little numb.

Although his physical strength has been improved one after another, he is still a weakness after all, how can he compare with these servants under his hands who are on average fifty levels or higher.

"It's okay, let's go back to our room and sleep."

Lothar took the bathrobe, put it on when Pranya turned around, and continued: "Don't sleep, start meditating again tonight, my mental power has improved so much now, maybe I can have a new experience when meditating." ”

According to Lothar's speculation, if his spiritual power exceeds 100, he should be regarded as a wizard with medium magic power.

His mental power, conservatively estimated, should already be on par with Nisya, an orthodox wizard, and counting his various talents and skills, the little witch is far from being his opponent.

In this world, he can really be regarded as a master.

"Okay."

Prajna bowed slightly.

The two left the bathroom one after the other.

Lothar followed.

His gaze moved up slightly, and he suddenly felt a parchment in his mouth.

Prajna's figure is very good, thin where it should be thin, plump where it should be plump, well-proportioned, smooth and delicate, and under that loose linen trousers, it looks very tight.

When I got back to my room.

Lothar looked around and asked, "Where's Frynn?" ”

"She said she was going to sleep with Miss Cellynina tonight."

Under the moonlight, the cold face of Prajna seemed to be covered with a layer of fluorescence, like a holy moon god, but it made Lothar have an urge to pull the god down from the altar.

"Go to sleep."

Lothar coughed lightly, picked up the jug on the table, and gulped it twice.

"Hmm."

"Sleep together."

"Hmm... Well? ”

Prajna frowned.