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

Lothar joked: So, you are also riding two boats?

also?

Hogg said nonchalantly: Well, the ocean disaster is just a tool to serve you better. Although I have to work two jobs, as long as you know my hard work, I will be satisfied.

Sir, shall we return next?

Well, by the way, let's see if there are any materials that can be used in this dragon bone.

It's probably gone.

Hogg said with regret.

It turns out.

Hogg was right.

When I got closer to the remains of the real sea dragon, I discovered that there were many small holes and cracks left on it, which had been gnawed through and hollowed out by marine life day after day.

There are even many small soft bodies and crustacean marine creatures living inside.

As for the newly dead subspecies Sea Dragon, most of its essence was devoured by the greedy Ocean Disaster, and the rest was of little use, whether it was used for casting or as fertilizer.

I wanted to take it back and make a specimen, but the bones were so brittle that they broke when touched.

Lothar had no choice but to sell it to the system's loot shop in exchange for fifty Sulades gold coins.

The awakening level of the Dragonborn bloodline has increased again, which is a good thing, and this level of awakening is still within the range that Lothar's mental power can bear.

Time flies.

Ocean disasters are rising from the darkness.

Coming!

Look up.

The water above the head was glowing with a pale golden light.

The morning light illuminated the shallow water, and Lothar could clearly see the colorful scales of the fish swimming freely above his head.

The previous feeling of being swallowed up by darkness at any time was replaced by the expectation of welcoming the light.

Wow——

Lothar walked out of the sea.

Jeanna stood on the shore, wearing a silver-white knight's armor, frowning, staring at Lothar.

Seeing that there was nothing unusual about Lothar, she felt relieved a little: As a lord of a place, it is really irresponsible to abandon your ministers and people without saying a word.

Lothar quickly gave an apologetic smile: Sorry, it was my fault.

Ah.

I admit my mistakes faster than anyone else.

Jeanne looked at Hannya, who was wearing a black silk dress and had a cool temperament. He teased: Are you going on a date? Tsk, after a while, should I call you countess instead?

Prajna glanced at her and said nothing.

Jeanne also took it easy to avoid being dragged into a one-on-one fight.

Fighting alone, she is no match for Prajna.

Of course, she could run.

Lothar added: Jean, I should have informed you, but I was afraid of waking you up, so I just ordered someone to notify Coors at dawn.

When you use the Holy Spear, Ben will wake me up.

Jeanne said angrily.

This is not a commendable reason. If you just want to date Miss Prajna, you don't have to go so far. The top of Siegfried Tower is enough for the two of you to play.

Sorry, but really not.

Lothar wanted to say that she was obviously going to do business and had a meeting by the way. How could she be criticized like this?

Let's think about how to deal with Miss Fulin when we go back.

Lothar smiled broadly and did not panic at all: It doesn't matter, she shouldn't be awake at this time.

Jeanne mocked: I'm sorry, it's a good thing that you have confidence. But every time Miss Flynn wakes up late, it's only when you're here.

…

Ella Port in the early morning.

Peasants and soldiers in the port are promoting the benefits of conversion to their former compatriots.

Their lives are getting better at a speed that is visible to the naked eye, and this is more effective than any propaganda method.

The city guard stood in front of the public notice board and announced to everyone the new lord's introduction: the ordinance prohibiting public defecation.

Stepping on the renovated floor tiles, Lothar returned to the mansion.

When I pushed the door back to my room.

The room was empty.

Looking up, he found the white-haired girl hanging upside down from the roof, looking at Lothar sadly.

Lothar couldn't help but feel a little guilty in her heart.

Sorry, Flynn, Hogg came to see me last night. I was afraid of waking you up.

He tried to explain.

But Fulin was not so stupid that Lothar did whatever she said. She turned into a little bat and flew out of the window.

Prajna frowned: Go and chase.

Lothar said hmm.

Fulin is a child who lacks love and has no sense of security. Her long life has not brought her enough experience.

Just like the mermaid princess who is kidnapped by the prince in fairy tales.

Fulin, who was hiding in the attic, clutching the box of chocolate biscuits, crossed her legs and looked sad.

She tried to eat a chocolate bar, which tasted like hazelnuts, very sweet, and crunchy when chewed.

But then he thought that this thing did not belong to him, but to a wolf princess named Chelinina.

He was just borrowing it temporarily, so he felt increasingly sad.

Escalator to the attic.

There were footsteps.

On Fringilla's face, the tears that she had been holding back began to flow down.

I know.

I know everything.

In your mind, I'm not important at all.

There was a slight pause in footsteps.

Kors revealed his head with an unnatural smile on his face: Miss, how could you think that neither I nor the adults regard you as the most important person?

Fringilla looked at Kors's old albino face, and tears seemed to burst from the dam.

The grievance is bad.

Old Coors felt depressed for a while. He really regarded Fringilla as his daughter, but Fringilla was obviously not the caring little cotton-padded jacket of his old father.

Coors, let me do it instead.

Lothar's voice was a little helpless.

He came to the attic and looked at the white light coming from the small window on the side, as well as Fulin who was deliberately hiding in the shadows, and couldn't help but be slightly startled.

Although he didn't say it.

But in his heart, he actually had a thought of what's the matter at first.

But when she saw Fulin, all she felt was heartache.

I'm sorry, it's my fault. I shouldn't have left you alone in the room.

Captain Hogg came to see me last night...

Lothar briefly recounted last night's experience. Seeing that Flynn still had no reaction, she felt like she didn't know how to start.

Biju question: What should I do if my girlfriend is angry?

Answer: It is recommended to break up, next question.

Lothar belongs to the category who answered it is recommended to break up.

He had no choice but to stretch his arm in front of the little vampire with white hair hanging by his ears: Anyway, I know I was wrong. If you feel uncomfortable, I will give you a few sips of my blood.

Fulin didn't say anything, just took a bite.

The pain is not intense.

Lothar didn't struggle either.

for a long time.

Fringilla raised her head.

There was no blood on her lips, and there was only a little transparent saliva on Lothar's arm, leaving two rows of teeth marks.

The little girl's eyes were filled with tears: You have to promise me that I will always be the most important one to you.

Lothar agreed decisively.

You are all the most important to me!

Okay, stop crying. This doesn't suit your title of Blood Princess.

Flynn sobbed and tried to stop crying.

The crying paused, then became more intense.

Can't Blood Princess cry? Who made the rule?

The morning was spent coaxing the little girl.

Fortunately, Lothar didn't have anything urgent to deal with - Coors was much better than him at handling internal affairs, like a large computer.

Lothar might also forget some trivial things, but Coors wouldn't.

He was happy to be a hands-off shopkeeper.

The good neighbor next door, Rauf the Impaler, has been quiet for the time being.

The entire Port of Ella has a peaceful and peaceful atmosphere. Businessmen come and go, paying taxes with a wry smile in front of the tax collectors led by Muller, the tax officer.

Although they have to pay more business taxes, Ella Port can save them half of the journey, and the security problem on the Red Sea has also been greatly improved. After all, they are more profitable than before.

Hans, with a group of hussars patrolling the border, was always ready to respond to raids by his next-door neighbors on nearby farmsteads.

The civilians who emerged from the haze of war quickly adapted to the new order brought by Lothar and tried to live and work in peace and contentment.

The taverns in the port have also restored their former bustle and bustle.

Although everyone knows this is the calm before the storm.

…

Jerusalem.

The two new editions of Prajna's newly written book were sent to the printing workshop in the city by the caravan from Ella Port.

The two new editions of the book are follow-ups to The Witcher and Song of Winter and Summer respectively. They are not intended to make money, but just to maintain the popularity of the two books so that Gwent will not be left in the cold.

Not long after the caravan entered the city.

The two witches from Constantinople came together and walked towards the palace.

The witch met the king of Jerusalem as the purple princess of the Doukas family.

Your Majesty, I wonder if you still need an adviser.

The veiled witch said with a smile.

Baldwin IV frowned and said, It's okay, but madam, what do you want from me?

Don't worry, Your Majesty, I am very good friends with your most trusted subject, Count Lothar.

I plan to set up an office in Jerusalem, and by the way, I want my students to be your mage advisors.

Anna pushed the little witch next to her: Nisaya, say hello to His Majesty. From today on, you will stay with His Majesty.

Baldwin IV frowned: Please explain your purpose.

Anna said helplessly: You are really cautious - I hope my students can learn some knowledge from you.

Baldwin IV said in confusion: I'm not good at magic.

You are a wise man, and your subject Lothar admires you very much.

Baldwin IV chuckled: But I don't guarantee that I can teach this child anything.

Anna touched the little witch's head: It's enough if you can teach her caution, intelligence, and wisdom - she almost lost her life because of recklessness before.

…

Time flies.

The new week's card draw did not bring Miss Cellinina to Lothar's side.

The reward is still a building called the Recruit Training Camp. Any recruits trained here can improve their weapon proficiency and combat literacy more quickly.

This will be of great help in improving the combat effectiveness of farmers and soldiers.

After all, in this era, training a truly elite force requires at least years.

Lothar had just finished a meditation and was lying on the bed a little tired.

During this meditation, he probably broke through a layer of bottlenecks, and the scene during meditation changed significantly.

His consciousness rose from the illusory starry sky to the real reality, escaped from his body, and continued to float into the air until the entire mansion was enveloped in it.

Looking down from the sky, his own aura manifested into a huge black dragon, entrenched deep in the mansion.

It doesn't matter whether you are strong or not.

But the aura is really scary, no wonder it can scare an abyss lord like that - speaking of which, I don't know if that abyss lord has ever returned to the abyss.

In the mansion, there were two masses of rich blood, one clear and one deep red. The former should be Fringilla, and the latter was Coors who was good at the secret art of blood shadow.

The golden light shone like a paladin wearing a layer of golden armor, and he was naturally Jeanne.

On the other side, the ghostly black figure that seemed to be able to swallow all eyes was Prajna.

Hans was a wild gray shadow.

On the farther horizon, he could even see a huge oak tree standing under the sky, with countless threads of faith connecting it.

As for everyone else.

Except for soldiers who have been transferred in the system, even ordinary people feel that it is so foggy that they can't see anything clearly, and they can't even act like a perverted voyeur.

Lothar realized that the reason why he could see the true truth should be the connection, or bond, between him and his subordinates.

The effect of entering this state is also very gratifying.

His mental strength instantly increased by three points.

But the result was that he felt like he had stayed up all night for three consecutive days, his eyes were blue, he had a splitting headache, and he was lying on the bed, obviously extremely sleepy, but not at all sleepy.

I have doubts in my heart, but there is no one to consult.

After much thought, Lothar finally got through Anna's phone and explained the situation.

ha?

Anna was confused: Have you been promoted from the astral body again?