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

Evening, Hebron.

Moon on the branches.

call--

Lothar returned to the mansion, exhausted, and jumped into the bathtub filled with scalding boiling water, and then let out a soft moan of comfort.

The reward for this milestone of Lord of the Volcano gives Lothar the fire immunity characteristic equivalent to that of the Indominus Dragon.

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

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

The toxic gas in the crater is still likely to kill Lothar.

Being immune to fire does not mean that Lothar has the same terrifying poison resistance and magic resistance as the Indominus Dragon.

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

It's just that he currently only has one [Dragon's Breath] which can be regarded as a fire attribute skill, so this effect is not obvious enough.

On the way back, Lothar tested the power of [Dragon's Breath], which nearly doubled, but it was still far behind the Indominus Dragon's breath.

The Indominus Dragon's best ability is Dragon Breath, so it's normal that he can't compare to it.

Lothar was considering whether to get some fire-attribute spells from Nysaya, such as the Meteor and Fire Rain that Anna had cast.

But then I thought about it, his energy was limited.

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

Even if you have fire-attribute spells, it will take a lot of time to master them.

Wizarding is a very time-consuming profession.

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

The water temperature gradually decreases.

The bathroom was filled with white mist.

After days of hard work, the accumulated fatigue quickly emerged, causing him to fall into a deep sleep without even realizing it.

Bathroom next door.

Fringilla looked at the troubled Chelinina next to her with some doubts.

Nina, what are you thinking about?

nothing.

Cellinina shook her head.

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

Right.

These territorial citizens were all carefully selected and were not the same as the lawless Two Sicilian wolves that his father had settled in Texas in the New World.

It seems that what the adults said was right.

Settling down the people is really not a difficult task. The big problems have been solved, and the only things that need to be dealt with by oneself are some trivial matters.

I was being too cautious.

only.

The adults really trust my abilities.

She felt a little warm in her heart. Even she herself was not very confident that an adult would dare to entrust her with such an important task. The words A scholar will die for his confidant suddenly came to her mind.

In fact, Lothar was not worried about any trouble from beginning to end.

Because the foundation of his rule has always been very stable.

Moreover, it is not difficult at all to prevent the difficult people from rebelling.

As long as they can survive, who can live a good life and rebel with their heads tied to their belts?

In his previous life, if a new mayor had been appointed and offered tax cuts, housing allocations, and salary increases, he would have been willing to call him Master Qingtian.

For the homesteaders of this era, allocating fields means allocating houses, renting farm tools for free, and lowering taxes means increasing wages.

Cellinina's cheeks suddenly turned red.

Fringilla took out a wet tail from the bath with a face full of curiosity: It's all stained with dust. Do you want me to give you a good wash?

The ears on top of Chelinina's head trembled, and her voice sounded like a mosquito: No, I can just wash it myself.

Fringilla was a little reluctant to give up this plush touch: Nina, can you stroke my tail more every day from now on?

No, no, why would you make such a strange request?

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

Chelinina's tail swished away from her fingertips.

She said succinctly: No.

Jeanne's hearty laughter happened to be heard in another bathroom: Tsk, it's so soft. Hey, why are you hitting me? Why don't you just touch it? If it doesn't work, I'll let you touch it back.

The two looked at each other.

Fringilla looked down from Cellinina's slender white swan-like neck, and then showed a hint of a smirk: Nina, you are actually younger than me.

Cellinina made a serious face, paddled to the side, rubbed her tail, sprinkled it with the special fragrant powder of this era, and rubbed it gently.

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

It is said that Charlemagne once invited up to a hundred people to take a bath.

In many cities in the Holy Land, there were public baths.

But because there is only a negligible barrier between men's and women's baths in these public baths, the two groups of people can even talk to each other honestly and not shy away from looking at each other's bodies.

This led to scandals that often occurred around public baths, which delighted the common people and nobles but made the conservative clergy furious.

This is the so-called impart.

The apostles of many monasteries publicly called for the outlawing of public baths and bathhouses.

Yes.

The atmosphere of the Catholic Church in this era was indeed very conservative.

Although this does not prevent some regional bishops from keeping mistresses, having illegitimate children, or even raising boys, it is only a small probability event after all.

In contrast, there are many monks who swear to remain chaste and practice asceticism.

grown ups.

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

Prajna was holding a bathrobe and standing beside him.

Sorry, I've been too tired recently.

Lothar stretched.

The narrow tub made his curled-up legs feel numb.

Although his physical strength has been continuously improved, it is still weak after all. How can it be compared with those of his subordinates who have an average level of fifty or above.

It's okay, go back to your room and sleep.

Lothar took the bathrobe, put it on when Prajna turned around, and continued: I won't sleep anymore. I will start meditating again tonight. My mental power has improved so much now. Maybe I can have new experiences while meditating.

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

His mental strength is conservatively estimated to be on par with Nysaya, an orthodox wizard. Taking into account his various talents and skills, the little witch is far from his opponent.

I can really be considered a master in this world.

good.

Prajna nodded slightly.

The two left the bathroom one after another.

Lothar followed.

His eyes moved up slightly, and his mouth suddenly felt dry.

Prajna has a good figure. She is thin where she should be thin and plump where she should be. Her body is well-proportioned, smooth and delicate, but looks very tight under those loose linen trousers.

When returning to the room.

Lothar looked around and asked, Where's Fulin?

She said she was going to sleep with Miss Cellinina tonight.

Under the moonlight, Prajna's cold face seemed to be covered with a layer of fluorescence, like the holy moon god, but it gave Lothar the urge to pull the god off the altar.

Go to sleep.

Lothar coughed lightly, picked up the water jug ​​on the table, and took two gulps.

Um.

sleep together.

Uh-huh?

Prajna frowned.