The girl's frightened eyes looked like she was looking at a monster. Lothar didn't rush near her, but sat down casually and chatted with her.

She didn't dare to take Lothar's words at first, but after a long time, she may have listened to Lothar's explanation, or maybe she really has a big heart, and she can talk to enemies face to face, in short, the two chatted very warmly.

This time, his sobriety lasted for a long time. The two also talked for a long time. With his excellent learning ability, he even learned the language of a part of the girl.

During the conversation, Lothar learned that the maiden had never heard of the Crusaders. In other words, there is a high probability that the first crusade did not even start.

The Vikings and Slavs of the Novgorod region where she lived had only recently converted to Orthodoxy with the princes of the south, and she had just learned Greek from a missionary who had not been in the territory long ago.

That is, he came to a timeline from the past. But the ghost dragon is obviously not the kind of bronze dragon that mastered time in the game that Lothar once played, so this world is likely to come from the past in the memory of the ghost dragon.

It's hard to get out. The Ghost Dragon is a kind of evil spirit-like dragon species born from the actual body, this dragon species abandons the original body, and is a new life born from the old soul, converted into a spellcaster, and the mental power is terrifyingly high.

The weight of the soul brought by its long life is not comparable to that of Lothar.

That is, in the long life of the ghost dragon, most of the time was spent in a deep sleep, and Lothar could barely resist one or two by virtue of the background of two lives.

"Lothar, you'll be the dragon later, right?"

"Yes."

"Will you wake up next time?"

"I don't know." The girl was thoughtful, although she still couldn't quite understand the relationship between Lothar and the dragon, but she could also see that these should be two different individuals, the former was a tyrannical and cruel dragon, and the latter was a handsome prince with a gentle voice and elegant manners.

In the whole of Rus', and in Scandinavia, it is difficult to find such a handsome, elegantly spoken prince.

No matter how you look at it, the two don't go along. Lothar smiled bitterly, he hesitated, but still said, "After a while, I will send you down the mountain first." He didn't know if there was any point in him doing this, if this was really the world in the memory of the ghost dragon as he guessed, everything was illusory, and even if he intervened, it wouldn't have any effect.

On the contrary, the more you interfere, the sooner the ghost dragon will become aware of its presence. They must be in a hurry now.

Lothar sighed lightly. Especially Cherinina, who should be the one who blames herself the most now. In fact, Lothar really doesn't blame Cherinina for making her own decisions, the enemy has such a terrifying monster, and when it really comes to the battlefield, it should still be hit, and by that time, there will only be more dead.

... Semanud. Inside the Doge's Palace. A group of servants gathered in the courtyard. Even Uldin, dressed in an old bishop's vestment, stood at the back of the crowd.

"Don't worry, it's okay." Facing the servants who came to visit, Prajna said in a very firm voice.

After Lothar fell unconscious, the group lost the idea of continuing to entangle with the enemy, and with the help of other spellcasters in Saladin's mage advisory group, the forces of the two sides tended to be balanced, and the group chose to retreat.

"I'm sorry, if I hadn't gone my own way..."Cherinina's eyes were red, and she didn't know how she had come for the past two days.

As an assassin, he was supposed to be the sharpest knife in the hands of an adult, but it turned out to hurt the object of his allegiance... Prajna stretched out his hand very gently and rubbed Cherinina's long blue-gray hair: "It's going to be fine, don't forget who I am, no one knows soul matters better than me, the adult is just temporarily unconscious, he will soon defeat the demon dragon and wake up safely." After she said that, she said in a loud voice: "Everyone, please go back, each to you, each to perform his duties, after the adults wake up, I will summon you to come over as soon as possible." After some exchange, most of them were finally fooled back, leaving only Jeanne still staring and staying in the courtyard.

She has always been cheerful and atmospheric, but at this time, she is not as indifferent as Panruo. Jeanne lowered her voice: "They're all gone, can you tell me the truth now?" Prajna still had a gentle smile on her face: "I never thought that adults would be devoured by a beast. Jeanne, don't underestimate adults. I believe that even without us, adults would be able to do great things that will amaze the world. ”

"Xie Lingyun, you go back for me, let Praruo come out and talk to me!" Jeanne's tone was very impatient, and she looked at it like this, and her indifferent and quiet appearance was really unpleasant.

"When I used to fight side by side with Xiaoqi, you still don't know where he is, I will look down on him? But how dangerous is the confrontation at the soul level, of course it's okay for you and me, but how long do adults live? Are we just waiting with peace of mind? Pranya nodded and said, "Yes, just wait." ”

"What if he needs our help?" Prajna asked rhetorically, "How do you think you can help?" ”

"I... I don't know, but I'm definitely not sitting here and waiting, going to Anna, or some other witch, there are so many supernatural powers in this world, I don't believe there is no one who specializes in the soul. Prajna sighed lightly.

"It's too late, the soul confrontation, one day has passed outside, and a hundred years may have passed inside, according to the current process, it will take three days at most, and the adults should wake up." She believed that it must have been Lothar who had awakened, not the ghost dragon that had tried to take over the magpie's nest.

There was still a quiet and gentle smile on Pranya's face: "If you believe me, just go back and wait, take care of your military affairs, and everything will be fine." Jeanna let out a sigh of relief, she lowered her head, and her voice was no longer so domineering: "I'm sorry, Pranya, I shouldn't have said those words, I believe what you said, adults will wake up." With that bad boy's ability, how could a brainless dragon get him. ”

"yes, that's it." Prajna's tone was firm, and after Jeanne left, she turned back into the house.

She glanced at the lying on the bed

Lothar, who was "sleeping peacefully", immediately crouched in front of the desk. The table was densely packed with papers, and the same sentence was written on it, in Latin, Greek, Gaul, Guruni, Chinese, Fusang... Written in countless languages, the content is just a simple sentence.

"Lothar will defeat the ghost dragon soul and awaken safely." The talent of the fairy in the book

In addition to being used as a summoning, "writing down to become a god" actually has the effect of some micro-causal laws, as long as you write down things, you will get a certain degree of fulfillment.

It's just that Prajna herself is not sure with her now

The strength of "weak", this ability that once seemed to have a heavenly constitution in his mouth, can cut off the river with one stroke, summon thunder with a pen, and tick whoever dies in the book of life and death, can still play a few roles.

But even if it's just a little, it's worth it. ... Lavinia silently clutched the Codex, although her face did not show any emotion, and she looked like she was working hard, but her ears between her short brown hair drooped in frustration, and the tip of the pen fell, and the handwriting outlined was all unconscious short sentences.

"I want power."

"I never felt like it was something so important until I lost it." Miss Judge sighed faintly.

After crossing into this world, her strength is not half as strong as before, and even the most important buff law has been restricted, if it weren't for that, she should be able to help a lot now.

But she couldn't do anything now. ... in the hall of the lords. At the bottom of the stairs are aristocrats dressed in blue-bottomed irises.

He was an envoy under King Philip, and at this time he said with a proud expression: "Sir Grand Treasurer, the most honorable Augustus, the only monarch in all Gaul, His Majesty Philip wishes to see His Excellency the Generalissimo at the banquet tonight. Curs said in a low voice: "I'm sorry, Lord Duke is happy to attend His Majesty's banquet, but in recent days, Lord Duke has been unwell and needs to recuperate, so he can only refuse His Majesty's kind invitation." The tone of the envoy remained unchanged: "Mr. Grand Treasurer, my Majesty has brought with him a court physician with great medical skills, and if His Excellency the Generalissimo needs it, His Majesty will gladly send this imperial physician to treat His Excellency the Generalissimo." Curles smiled and said, "I am afraid that you did not know when you first arrived in the Holy Land, but now the person recognized as the most skilled doctor in the Holy Land is the Bishop of the Order of St. Lazarus, His Excellency Uldin of the Diocese of Alandler, who has already treated my Lord Duke, and can be cured after only three or five days of rest. ”

"That couldn't be better." There was a deep meaning in the envoy's smile: "It's just that your lord, as the generalissimo of the crusaders who conquered Egypt, on the eve of this decisive battle, if you can't recover in time, I still hope that your lord can focus on the overall situation and give up this position as soon as possible." Curs smiled and said nothing: "If my family really can't heal in time, naturally I won't vacate the vacant position and delay the big thing, but I don't know which monarch should give up the marshal throne if this happens?" "Of course my majesty!

The envoy just wanted to blurt out, but he hurriedly closed it, bowed his head and saluted: "Naturally, it is jointly elected by the lords. "Watch the messenger depart.

Coors chuckled, "It's a pity he didn't get it." In his opinion, the alliance between Richard the Lionheart and Philip the Foxy is really fragile, and the reason why they show a joint posture is nothing more than to put pressure on their own side that has an absolute advantage.

Once they choose to back down, it will be these two seemingly close kings who will fight endlessly.

Fringira suddenly appeared beside Curs, and her tone was full of murder: "I hate this man, and I hate those two human kings, I want to kill them tonight!" Curles smiled bitterly and said: "My eldest lady, it's time to see this, don't provoke anyone else, that Lionheart King Richard, and King Philip's side, are all followed by a spellcaster who is not weak, and you alone may not be their opponent." ”

"I don't care, if the adults... If you don't wake up, I'll kill everyone! Fringilla's tone was filled with tears: "Don't live, go to the funeral of the adults!" What adults can't reach, no one else wants to take! Curs sighed lightly and whispered reassuringly, "Miss, if it really comes to that time, if this is really your wish, I will help you." "He's helped Lothar build that business with his own hands, but in reality, as far as Coors is concerned, he doesn't really care much about it.

Lothar needs him to do this, that's his duty, but if Lothar is gone, he will destroy his own young lady without hesitation because of his words - perhaps, they blood monsters should have embarked on such a path.

His voice paused, but he still said: "But Miss, Miss Cherynina is your friend, this time, as far as I personally think, in fact, it is no wonder that she is angry, you are angry with your only friend, isn't it..." ”

"I don't just blame Cherinina, I blame Pranya, I blame Jeanna, I blame everyone they have here - aren't they six-star? Isn't it stronger than me? Why can't you take care of the safety of adults? ”

"I can't do such a little thing, I don't blame them, do you want me to comfort them?!" The sad eldest girl of the blood clan, the red in her eyes seemed to be a raging flame, anger, hatred, sadness, fear, all kinds of emotions, so that Curles, who just glanced at her, felt a trembling heart.

At this moment, he felt as if he had seen his master. The Blood Maharaja known to the world as Count Dracula.