In the Middle Ages, people drew cards to be promoted to nobility.

Jeanne looked at Lothar's expression: Tsk, why are you looking so disappointed? That wolf princess is very beautiful. It should be said that she is exactly what you want.

Lothar said ha: It sounds like I am a lecherous pervert.

If only.

How about I sleep on that bed alone?

You all have to take maternity leave for me!

Thinking of this, Lothar touched the stubble on his chin - am I too timid? Ordinarily, the intimacy level should be considered to be up to standard, right?

But just saying that we want to sleep together is too blunt.

If you just reach out and touch it, what if you get beaten?

Prajna gently picked up the wine glass and took a sip. The wall of the wooden wine glass acted as a cover, and he glanced at Lothar without revealing any trace of his eyes.

He hurriedly put it down and flipped through the book with a nonchalant look on his face.

Jeanne raised her eyebrows: Hans, what do you think?

Hans was stunned for a moment, mixed the wine with some difficulty, and swallowed the meat in his mouth: Ms. Jeanne, I am not an orthodox werewolf. You know this. I used to be a reserve knight of the Teutonic Knights. .

Jeanne said with some ill intentions: They are also from the same race, don't you have any ideas?

Hans shook his head sincerely, but silently prayed in his heart that Miss Cellinina, who was about to join them, would be more reliable.

Looking at it this way, doesn’t he have a backer?

Thinking about it, Miss Fulin will definitely not dare to bully her anymore.

As for Jeanne…

Hans felt that as long as there were six stars associated with the dark camp, few of them were her opponents - and besides, Jeanne's attitude towards him was actually okay.

Hey, what a boring men.

Jeanne shrugged her shoulders, crossed her legs in an inelegant manner, and placed them on the table: If I were an adult, I would have been playing music every night, and I would be the first to operate on Miss Prajna.

Prajna frowned slightly, but didn't say anything.

Although I am not mentally prepared yet, it seems that it is not unacceptable.

But, should there be a process of falling in love?

Hans shrank his head. This kind of topic was not something he could get involved in.

However, my heart is still itchy.

Which woman will be the first to become a countess?

Lady Prajna, or Lady Jeanne?

Anyway, he is definitely not a bad-tempered guy like Miss Flynn!

At this time, Fringilla took a sip.

The wine glass in Hans' hand suddenly shook, and the drink almost spilled.

I saw Fringilla cursing with red eyes: Why are there mustard-flavored chocolate biscuits? The manufacturer should be thrown into hell and burned to death!

call--

Hans let out a sigh of relief.

I knew that since everyone is a five-star, you definitely can’t read my mind!

…

The night is getting darker.

After Lothar washed up, she lay down on the bed. She wanted to say something, but looking at Flynn who was very clingy and clamoring to hear the story, she couldn't help suppressing her restless heart.

I cursed secretly in my heart, this little light bulb!

Wait until she falls asleep.

Prajna said: The new book has been written. If you are free tomorrow, you can read it and correct it before sending it to the printing workshop.

Well, good, good work.

Good night.

Under the moonlight, Prajna's skin was as crystal clear as soft jade.

Let's go out for a walk tomorrow.

good.

Prajna just nodded slightly, and there was no hint of happiness or anger in her expression.

Lothar glanced at Fringilla and added in a low voice: It's just the two of us.

Prajna was slightly startled, then nodded: Okay.

This level of hint should be enough, right?

Lothar lay on the bed for a long time before getting rid of distracting thoughts and gradually entered a meditative state.

Meditation can replace sleep to a certain extent. Of course, this requires high enough mental power. His mental power value barely touched this threshold.

At noon, he usually takes a one-hour lunch break as a supplement.

The brain is empty.

Lothar felt that his conscious body had come to a vast and lonely starry sky. Except for the twinkling stars, there was nothing else to be seen around him.

The lights outside the door suddenly went out along with a gust of cold wind.

The faint fishy smell of the sea floats in the wind.

Wet footprints extend from the corridor, courtyard, dirt, and floor tiles to the door.

Prajna opened his eyes, with some doubts in his eyes.

Immediately, stood up.

Pushed up Lothar who was in a meditative state: Hogg is here to visit you.

Lothar woke up from the meditative state and suddenly felt as irritable as getting out of bed: He picked a really good time.

Probably because of his two lifetimes, his talent in meditation is actually quite good.

But he didn't have a benchmark to measure how good it was.

According to this progress, after two more days of meditation, he should be able to increase his mental power a little more. This is faster than the increase in attributes of Lothar when he first traveled through time and practiced knight martial arts.

Prajna didn't say anything, but silently took Lothar's cloak, put it on him, and the two of them went out together.

Hogg, why are you coming to me so late?

Hogg took off his captain's hat, which still had a piece of seaweed hanging on it, and pressed it on his chest, and a large stream of water flowed out.

He smiled and said: Good night, great lord.

Lothar frowned: Good night, Captain Hogg.

Sir, I would like to invite you on a mysterious undersea journey.

There was a kind of treasure-presenting pride on Hogg's face.

Traveling under the sea? I can't breathe underwater.

Neither will we.

The Ocean Disaster is protected by the ocean's protection spell. On it, you can breathe freely - otherwise my crew members will be crushed into pulp by the terrifying pressure of the seabed.

That's it

Lothar nodded slightly, a mysterious undersea journey - indeed very exciting.

Tell me why there is such an invitation.

Hogg calmly said: Sir, I found the remains of a huge sea dragon on the bottom of the sea. I remember that you are a dragonborn. Maybe this will be useful to you.

Hai Long?

Lothar frowned: With all due respect, Hogg, neither the sea dragon nor the remains of the sea dragon have any effect on my dragon bloodline.

Living sea dragons run rampant in the sea. Unless they are a great wizard like Anna who is close to the legendary level, they have almost no natural enemies.

As for the remains of the dead sea dragon.

If it's materials like dragon scales or keel bones, you can just bring them back. I will use them to create a batch of new equipment, and I will give you some pieces when the time comes.

Hogg showed a mysterious smile: Sir, you need to know where the sea dragon's meat goes after it dies?

Lothar frowned: If you have anything to say, just say it. Don't get into the Riddler's bad habits.

Captain Hogg said with some embarrassment: Well, what I mean is that near the sea dragon corpse, there must be a subspecies of dragon that has devoured the sea dragon's flesh. You can definitely hunt it to complete the dragonborn's awakening ceremony.

Subspecies dragon? Have you discovered it?

Hogg shook his head and said: No, I don't dare to meet it, or even stay nearby too much, because the smell of ocean disaster is a very dangerous signal for ordinary sea beasts.

I just felt the aura left behind by it. It is very similar to the one on the remains of the sea dragon, but it is very impure. Therefore, I plan to invite you, sir, to carry out this undersea hunting.

Lothar frowned: Is the enemy unknown?

He didn't like fighting unprepared battles, especially at the bottom of the sea, where it was difficult to exert his full strength.

The two most powerful killing moves in his hand, the Dragon's Breath will definitely be restricted, and the Holy Spear's damage will be halved because the enemy is not a dark creature.

No, it's already clear. I can assure you that the ocean disaster can be fully dealt with. It just requires your personal presence and action.

Hogg patted his chest: You have to believe me, even excluding my cute little 'Paul', there are still only a few people in this sea who can threaten ocean disasters.

Lothar nodded slightly and said, I believe you.

Although the closeness between Hogg and him is only 'friendly', as a system follower, loyalty is definitely no problem, there is no need to doubt this.

He was sure that Lothar would not be in danger, which meant he was really sure.

So, Prajna, just the two of us will go together?

He looked back and saw Prajna's black eyes, like two clear springs, both pure and beautiful.

Is this a date?

Prajna spoke.

Lothar was a little surprised and was stunned for a moment before saying, Of course.

Hogg smiled and stepped back, indicating that Lothar didn't need to pay attention to him.

There was a rare look of consideration on Prajna's face: Is it going to be very cold at the bottom of the sea? Do you need to wear more clothes?

Hogg reminded from the side: Madam, you are very thoughtful. The bottom of the sea is very cold, especially when the ship is full of walking dead. It is not much better than the hell you once guarded.