Chapter 159 The Expected Assassination

evening.

A group of people held a grand banquet in the manor.

Lothar looked at the people singing and dancing. The hussars and civilians were indistinguishable from each other, holding hands and dancing around the bonfire.

There was a peasant woman from Gael who seemed to have had too much wine and was teaching people to tap dance with her while her face was red.

The wandering bard was telling the story of the "Witcher" to the children sitting around another campfire.

His vivid description, although somewhat distorted from the "original work" and adding a lot of his own understanding, still scared the children to the point of turning pale.

Lothar, the original author, had no interest in having fun with the people. He just sat on the sidelines, drinking wine in a trance.

During the day, Lothar took Fulin and the others to experience the brewing process.

Prajna's white little feet, as if one could see the blood vessels through the skin, stepped on the plump purple grapes, splashing out deep purple juice, like a skilled painter applying purple paint to the white canvas.

This process seemed to have turned into a slideshow, constantly scrolling in Lothar's mind.

"Miss Fulin is not bad. Sir, you can't be so partial. Miss Fulin will be sad."

A voice suddenly sounded.

On Jeanne's face, there was an ambiguous smile that seemed to be able to see through people's hearts.

Lothar said helplessly: "I wasn't thinking about what you said."

Jeanne picked up the wine glass, drank the wine in front of Lothar, and then said: "My lord, do you remember Mary of Anjou?"

"Remember, the wife of Charles VII - don't worry, she was under trusteeship during that period. I have no interest in thinking about other people's wives at that time."

Jeanne showed a look of surprise: "That's it. But, sir, human nature will never change. In my memory, in the ending of the Battle of Reims, when you were victorious, at the end of your reign, you openly He kept many mistresses."

Lothar patted her forehead: "Jeanna, don't tease me. For me, Fringilla seems too small."

Jeanne looked at Fringilla, who was laughing, singing and dancing among the crowd, and agreed very much: "It is indeed too small, I can hold it with one hand."

Lothar frowned, then relaxed.

That's not what he meant.

But he also knew that Jeanna knew that he didn't mean it, and he just said it on purpose. If he became angry out of embarrassment, he would do what she wanted.

This narrow-minded woman still has the nerve to say that Tao Tao is a narrow-minded ghost!

Prajna appeared silently behind Jeanne and said softly: "If you're bored enough, why don't we go spar?"

The temperature dropped significantly.

The tabletop was covered with a thin layer of frost.

"Ha, Miss Prajna, you came just in time. I'm not bored at all. Why don't we have a drink and talk together? I believe you must be very curious about the dream that I had with you."

Prajna frowned lightly, shook his head and said, "I'm not a very curious person."

But after saying that, he still sat next to Jeanne.

Seeing that Jeanne was only focusing on drinking, she couldn't help but feel a little annoyed: "Let's compare."

"Don't!"

Jeanne couldn't help laughing: "Aren't you curious?"

Prajna didn't speak, just pointed silently not far away. The implication was that he either talked or had a fight.

Jeanne said helplessly: "Okay, okay, I'm really afraid of you. Are you Donghua people like this? Like Fulin, if you want to know, just come and ask, okay?"

Prajna looked at Lothar again: "Go and sit over there."

Lothar, who had tried his best to reduce his sense of presence, felt a little baffled. This was the first time Prajna spoke to him in such a commanding tone.

He didn't feel dissatisfied, but emphasized: "Don't listen to the words of Jeanna, a narrow-minded person."

Sitting on the other side, Lothar tried to use his keen mental power to listen to the other side, but did not hear any sound at all.

"Yes, you are specially guarding me."

Lothar lay on the bench with her head raised, looking up at the stars in the sky lazily - this kind of pastoral life was really pleasant.

Of course, only for lords.

At this time, an eagle emblem on his chest suddenly lit up. It was the symbol of the Levant Witches Association.

He picked up the eagle emblem and put it to his ear. The witch Anna's proud laughter immediately came from inside: "Hey, hey, is this Count Lothar?"

"What's up?"

Anna's tone was full of show-off emotion:

"I tamed a young sea dragon today. As long as it grows up, the fleets of Venice and Genoa will be just a bunch of rotten fish and shrimps."

Lothar frowned: "This is indeed important information, but what's the point of telling me? I am the Count of Transjordan, and I don't even have a ship under my command."

The most powerful fleets in the Mediterranean, at the top, should be the fleets of the Venetians and Genoese. Although the latter are not as numerous as the former, their achievements are brilliant and have some bonuses.

Further down, it should belong to the fleet of the Eastern Empire and the fleet of the Crusaders.

The Eastern Empire had the smallest number of ships, and even control of the islands of Cyprus and Crete was gradually lost. However, a skinny camel was bigger than a horse, and the Eastern Empire fleet, which controlled the Greek fire, was still a maritime force that could not be ignored.

Anna's clear voice sounded: "Of course it's to show off!"

Lothar's face froze.

He gritted his teeth secretly: "Just to show off, you don't hesitate to spend so much magic power to communicate with me remotely?"

Anna smiled and said: "It's a lot of consumption for you, but not for me."

Lothar cut off the communication with an expressionless face.

The content of the intelligence was indeed important, but it meant little to him, and he did not have the money left to organize a fleet, even a merchant fleet.

At this time, Prajna and Jeanne suddenly stood up and walked towards this side.

Flynn also seemed to feel something. She walked out of the crowd and came to Lothar quietly as if she was floating.

"What's wrong?"

Lothar was a little confused.

Jeanne said succinctly: "There is murderous intent."

Lothar couldn't help but doubt herself.

Why didn't he feel it at all?

Jeanne explained: "The enemy is very weak, so it's normal for your beastly instincts not to notice the danger."

"It's very weak. Then let me solve it myself."

Lothar's hands were itchy.

He is now an epic-level figure. Although his level is still a bit low, he is still a character who can leave a mark in mortal epics.

Prajna immediately objected.

Jeanne stopped him and said: "My lord is actually very powerful. If you stay under our protection forever, you will never become the top strong person."

Prajna said in a deep voice: "Sir, you don't need to be very powerful. If there are enemies, there will naturally be followers like you and me to deal with them. He only needs to coordinate the overall situation."

Lothar advised: "Prajna, you are from Donghua. You should know that there is a saying that only a thousand days can make a thief, and there is no thousand days to guard against thieves. What if I am separated from you again in the future?"

"Furthermore, the way I level up is different from yours. I need to fight to make me stronger."

Lothar needs to kill monsters to level up, but where are there so many "monsters" to kill?

It is not his character to take human life lightly.

Killing those who can't resist will give you very little experience.

Jeanne smiled and said: "What the Lord said makes sense, and don't worry, I have a bond with the Lord. As long as I don't die, the Lord will not die."

Fringilla was a little amused: "Yes, I also have a bond with you! As long as you have one breath left, I can turn him into an immortal vampire——"

The bond of fart.

Jeanne glanced at her sideways: "Your Excellency already possesses the blood of Dragonborn, but your first embrace may not transform Your Excellency into a Vampire."

"In short, the danger is not great, and we are here to protect you. Prajna - you have protected the Lord very well. Although you have fulfilled your duty as a heavy-armed iron guard, you are still a little too cautious."

Jeanne complained a little.

Prajna hesitated for a moment: "I'm sorry, sir, I really shouldn't restrain you like this. This is a huge transgression."

Lothar patted her shoulder lightly: "It doesn't matter, I know you are thinking about me, but to be honest, I am really powerful now."