Chapter 184 The Real Demon Hunter

Otto stared at Lothar with drunken eyes, his brown eyes filled with overflowing envy.

"Losa, how did you do it?"

You can do it if you have it hanging too.

Lothar was silent for a while and supported his shaky body: "You drank too much. Go and rest. I will tell you in detail when you wake up."

Otto opened his mouth, but did not speak, but patted his head in frustration.

The alcohol content of this era was generally low, but drinking too much could still make you intoxicating.

Those rotten drunkards in the tavern who beat their heads to pieces at every turn are the best proof.

Moreover, the wine at Sibylla's banquet was obviously not ordinary "fermented grape juice".

Lothar summoned a knight from the Habsburg family, supported Otto, and sent him to the guest room.

Watching him leave, Lothar looked a little complicated.

Originally, Otto and Lothar each had their own strengths. Lothar was better at personal martial arts, while Otto was better at knowledge.

When the two were young, they learned Gallic from the priest together. Lothar's mastery speed was far inferior to Otto's. Otto had already begun to learn Latin, but Lothar still couldn't read Gallic fluently.

Thinking of what Otto said before, he couldn't help but sigh silently: "He is indeed a different person."

The iceberg girl in a red dress gently took Lothar's arm and asked:

"What’s wrong with you?"

"It's okay, I'm just a little emotional."

Lothar smiled and looked at Prajna.

Accompanied by two knights requesting Princess Sibylla for an exhibition duel.

The banquet gradually reached its climax.

The martial arts of these two knights are quite good, and the fight between the two was also very exciting.

The knights were all dazzled to see it.

In the end, the winner made a beautiful thrust and put the blunt wooden sword specially designed for this weapon at the opponent's throat.

"pretty!"

"Well done!"

The applause was thunderous.

The winner took back his wooden sword and walked straight towards Lothar under the cheers of everyone.

He knelt down on one knee and said, "Lord Lothar, I want to dedicate this victory to you."

"I know you, knight."

Lothar looked at the other person's somewhat familiar face and recalled, "Your name is Ned Stark, right?"

The knight looked shocked: "You...you still remember me?"

Lothar smiled and said: "Of course, you wore a set of old armor and achieved good results in the Knights Competition in Vienna."

"Thank you for your original generosity and kindness. If you hadn't given up my ransom, I wouldn't be where I am now."

Lothar said seriously: "Heavenly Father will protect the devout warriors. Knight Ned, are you willing to be loyal to me?"

Ned said in surprise: "Of course...if you are willing to accept it."

"I will gladly accept your allegiance, Knight Ned, but it is a pity that there is no priest at this banquet as a witness."

"I will accept your allegiance tomorrow at the Tel Aviv church in Jaffa."

Lothar said with a smile.

in the garden.

A burly man wearing a somewhat tattered bearskin cloak, carrying a wooden wine flask wrapped with iron, stood in the corridor silently waiting to be summoned.

Anahad felt that the world was becoming more and more magical.

Obviously before, when people heard him claiming to be a demon hunter, they were often resistant or even afraid, and were unwilling to communicate with him.

But in Jerusalem, a holy place with the strongest theological atmosphere, I was invited to be a guest of Her Royal Highness, and was often summoned.

The attendant walked towards him slowly and shouted:

"Anahad, come with me, the distinguished guest wants to see you."

"Um."

The taciturn demon hunter followed the attendant into a room.

A young male noble who looked heroic was sitting condescendingly on the stone steps.

"Are you the witcher?"

"Yes, sir."

A hint of surprise flashed in Anahad's eyes.

Lothar keenly caught the shock in the other person's eyes and frowned: "You seem shocked to see me?"

"Yes, my lord, because I rarely see wizards, let alone wizards who are secular lords."

A stiff smile appeared on Anahad's vicissitudes of life?

"The majestic spiritual power in your body has already explained your identity, but I can't sense the properties of your magic power."

He is a capable person!

Lothar became serious: "Mr. Anahad, tell me about the werewolf you were chasing."

Anahad sat down aside, and he moved his butt uneasily. He felt a strong pressure on Lothar, like a human-shaped dragon, entrenched on the throne.

Of the lords he had ever seen, none could compare to him.

This made him, who had a cold personality, subconsciously show a look of humility.

"It was a typical black-maned werewolf. I hunted it all the way from Prague in Bohemia."

"Pursuit?"

Lothar frowned: "In other words, he is no longer your opponent?"

Anahad nodded crisply: "Yes, we demon hunters have mithril weapons specifically designed to deal with monsters, which are more damaging than magic gold, and we are familiar with the habits of monsters."

"I wounded him severely in Prague, but it was a pity that I allowed this cunning beast to escape."

Lothar nodded slightly: "What is your motive? I mean, why did you travel thousands of miles to chase this werewolf to the Holy Land?"

Anahad was silent for a while and whispered: "We demon hunters use the power of demons. Each of us has a demon sealed with ritual magic. I need this werewolf's body as a reserve for our school. "

"Very reasonable."

Lothar nodded slightly.

But Prajna beside him shook his head slightly and said calmly: "He is lying."

Anahad's expression changed slightly.

Lothar raised his chin with his hand and sighed softly: "Witcher, I think we can be more open and honest."

"For example, what if the black-maned werewolf you are tracking was actually a demon hunter?"

"you you…"

Having his secret revealed, he felt a trace of sincere fear in his heart.

There were big drops of sweat on Anahad's forehead: "How did you know?"

Lothar chuckled and said: "How can the power of monsters be so easy to control?"

The Dragonborn bloodline still requires him to continuously improve his mental power to resist the erosion of reason by the bloodline, not to mention the power of the dark attribute, which is the most serious erosion of reason.

Relating to what Anahad said before, a demon hunter in this world needs to accommodate a monster within his body.

The fact is obvious.

"Yes, you guessed it right. The black-maned werewolf is a traitor to our Warsaw Demon Hunter School. It took away the sealed artifact of a demon in the school and tried to accommodate the demon inside into its own body. .”

"In other words, the black-maned werewolf you are tracking is actually still a demon hunter?"

"You could say the same thing."

"Have you read the popular witcher novels in the Holy Land?"

"No, I can't read, but I heard some in the pub."

"I wrote it."

"Thank you for speaking justice to us witchers."

"Ah."

Lothar nodded noncommittally: "That's it, I will send someone to pay attention to the demon hunter you mentioned."

"My noble lord, you must pay attention to this matter. Once you let this traitor release the devil, it will definitely lead to a disaster."

"I will."

Lothar looked serious: "I forgot to introduce myself. I am the Grand Master of the Royal Knights of Jerusalem. I have the obligation to maintain public security in Jerusalem."

"Are you Count Lothar?"

Anahad was surprised.

"That's right, Anahad, before catching your fellow disciples, you should follow me first."

"good."

After Lothar ordered his attendants to take Anahad down to rest, he asked, "What do you think of his strength?"

"Not much worse than Hans."

Prajna whispered.

Fringilla added on the side: "It should contain a vampire in its body. The decaying smell of vampires in this world makes me sick just by smelling it."

I'm extremely sorry, I didn't write it down last night, I fell asleep, my fault.