Chapter 592: Inner and Outer Worlds

The girl's frightened eyes seemed to be looking at a monster.

Lothar didn't approach her rashly, she just sat down casually and chatted with her.

She didn't dare to answer Lothar's words at first, but as time went by, maybe she believed Lothar's explanation, or maybe she really had a big heart and could talk to her enemies in person. In short, the two of them chatted well. Very warm.

This time, he stayed awake for a long time.

The two also talked for a long time.

With his excellent learning ability, he even learned part of the girl's language.

During the conversation, Lothar learned that the girl had never heard of the Crusaders.

In other words, there is a high probability that the First Crusade has not even started.

The Vikings and Slavs in the Novgorod area where she lived had just converted to Orthodox Christianity with the princes in the south. She had just learned Greek from a missionary who had just arrived in the territory.

In other words, he came to the past timeline.

But the ghost dragon is obviously not the bronze dragon that controls time in the games Lothar has played, so this world most likely comes from the past in the ghost dragon's memory.

It's hard to get out.

The ghost dragon is an evil spirit-like dragon species born out of a physical body. This dragon species abandons its original body and is a brand new life born from the old soul. When converted into a spell caster, it has high mental power. Gotta be scary.

The depth of its soul brought about by its long lifespan was not something that Lothar could compare to.

That is to say, the ghost dragon spent most of its long life in a deep sleep. Lothar relied on his experience as a human being in two lifetimes to be able to barely resist.

"Losa, you will turn into that dragon later, right?"

"right."

"Will you wake up next time?"

"have no idea."

The girl was thoughtful. Although she still couldn't understand the relationship between Lothar and the dragon, she could also see that they should be two different individuals. The former was a violent and cruel dragon, while the latter was He is a handsome prince with a gentle voice and elegant manners.

It is difficult to find such a handsome and elegant prince in the entire Rus region and Scandinavia.

No matter how you look at it, the two don't go together.

Lothar smiled bitterly, hesitated for a moment, and then said: "After a while, I will send you down the mountain first."

He didn't know if it made sense to do so. If this was really the world in Ghost Dragon's memory, as he suspected, everything was illusory, and even if he intervened, it would not have any impact.

On the contrary, the more he interferes, the sooner the ghost dragon will be aware of his existence.

Prajna and the others must be very anxious now.

Lothar sighed softly.

Especially Cherinina, she is probably the one who blames herself the most now.

In fact, Lothar really doesn't blame Cherinina for taking the initiative. The enemy has such a terrifying monster. When it comes to the battlefield, it will be hit anyway. By then, more people will die.

Semanud.

Inside the Governor's Palace.

A group of followers gathered in the courtyard.

Even Uldin stood at the back of the crowd wearing an old episcopal vestment.

"Don't worry, it's nothing serious, sir."

Prajna said in a very firm voice when facing a group of servants who came to visit.

After Lothar passed out, the group had no intention of continuing to entangle with the enemy. In addition, other spellcasters from Saladin's mage advisory group took action. The forces of the two sides became more balanced, and the group chose to retreat.

"I'm sorry if I didn't have my own way."

Cherinina's eyes were very red. For the past two days, she didn't know how she got here.

As an assassin, he should be the sharpest knife in the hands of adults, but in the end, he hurt the person he was loyal to.

Prajna stretched out his hand very gently and rubbed Cherinina's long blue-gray hair: "It will be okay. Don't forget who I am. No one understands soul matters better than me. Your Excellency is just temporarily comatose. He will soon defeat the dragon and wake up safely."

After she finished speaking, she said loudly: "Everyone, please come back. Everyone should return to their respective positions and perform their duties. I will summon you all as soon as possible after you wake up."

After some exchanges, most of the people were finally fooled, leaving only Jeanna still in the courtyard with a frown.

She, who had always been cheerful and cheerful, now behaved less calmly than Prajna.

Jeanne lowered her voice: "They are all gone, can you tell me the truth now?"

Prajna still had a gentle smile on his face: "I never thought that your soul would be swallowed up by a beast. Jeanne, don't underestimate you. I believe that even without us, you can do something that will impress the world." Amazing feat.”

"Xie Lingyun, you go back to me and ask Prajna to come out and talk to me!"

Jeanne's tone was very irritable, and she really didn't like Prajna's calm and peaceful look.

"When I fought side by side with Xiaoqizi, you didn't know where you were. I would underestimate him? But the confrontation on the soul level is so dangerous. Of course it would be okay for you and me, but how long can adults live? Do we just Are you waiting with peace of mind?"

Prajna nodded and said: "Yes, just wait."

"What if he needs our help?"

Prajna asked, "What do you think you can do to help?"

"I don't know, but I definitely don't want to sit here and wait to find Anna or other witches. There are all kinds of extraordinary powers in this world, and I don't believe there is no one who specializes in soul research."

Prajna sighed softly.

"It's too late. The battle between the souls. One day has passed outside, and a hundred years have passed inside. Judging from the current progress, it will take at most three days for the adults to wake up."

She believed that it must be Lothar who woke up, not the ghost dragon trying to occupy the magpie's nest.

There was still a quiet and gentle smile on Prajna's face: "If you believe me, just go back and wait in peace, handle your military affairs, and everything will be fine."

Jeanne let out a breath, lowered her head, and her voice was no longer so domineering: "I'm sorry, Prajna, I shouldn't have said those words. I believe what you said, you will wake up. With that bad boy's ability, How could the brainless evil dragon defeat him?"

"Right, that is it."

Prajna's tone was very firm, and he returned to the house after Jeanna left.

She glanced at Lothar, who was "sleeping peacefully" on the bed, and then fell in front of the case.

The densely packed papers on the table all have the same sentence written on them. They are written in Latin, Greek, Gallic, Ancient Rune, Chinese, Fusang, and countless other languages. The content is only a simple line of sentences.

"Lotha will defeat the ghost dragon soul and wake up safely."

The book fairy's gift of "becoming a god by writing" can not only be used for summons, but also has some slight causal effect. As long as the things written down will be fulfilled to a certain extent.

It's just that Prajna herself is not sure. With her current "weak" strength, this ability that once seemed to be able to cut off rivers with a stroke, summon thunder with a stroke, and tick people off in the book of life and death can still be used to some extent. .

But even if it's just a little bit, it's worth it.

Lavinia silently clutched the code. Although her face did not show any emotion and looked like she was working seriously, her ears between her short brown hair drooped in frustration. The pen tip dropped and the words outlined were They are all unconscious short sentences.

"I want power."

"I never thought it was such an important thing until I lost it."

The judge lady sighed quietly.

After traveling to this world, her power was less than half of what it was before, and even the most important gain laws were restricted. If not, she should be able to help a lot now.

But she can't do anything now.

In the Lord's Hall.

Under the steps, there is a nobleman wearing a blue iris.

He was an envoy under King Philip, and he was saying arrogantly at this time: "Mr. Grand Treasurer, the most noble Augustus, the only monarch in Gaul, His Majesty Philip hopes to see you at the banquet tonight. Your Majesty the Generalissimo.”

Coors' voice was low: "I'm sorry, the Duke is happy to attend His Majesty the King's banquet, but the Duke has been feeling unwell in recent days and needs to rest quietly, so he can only reluctantly refuse His Majesty's kind invitation."

The messenger's tone remained unchanged: "Mr. Chief Treasurer, my Majesty has brought along a palace physician with superb medical skills. If the Grand Marshal needs it, my Majesty will be happy to send this physician to diagnose and treat the Grand Marshal."

Coors smiled and said: "I'm afraid you don't know when you first arrived in the Holy Land. Now the person recognized in the Holy Land as having the most superb medical skills is the Bishop of the Order of Saint Lazarus, His Excellency Urdin of the Alandele Diocese. He My lord, the Duke, has been diagnosed and treated, and it only takes three to five days to recover."

"That would be perfect."

The messenger's smile contained a profound meaning: "It's just that as the general marshal of the Crusaders who conquered Egypt, on the eve of the decisive battle, if you can't recover in time, I hope that you can put the overall situation first and give up this position as soon as possible."

Coors smiled and said nothing: "If my lord is really unable to recover in time, he will naturally not occupy the empty position and delay important events. I just wonder to which monarch should the marshal position be given up to if this really happens?"

Of course it is my Majesty!

The messenger was about to blurt out, but quickly closed his mouth, bowed his head and saluted: "Of course it is jointly recommended by all the lords."

Watch the messenger leave.

Coors chuckled and said: "It's a pity that he didn't take the bait."

In his opinion, the alliance between the two kings, Richard the Lion-Hearted and Philip the Fox, was pitifully fragile. The reason why they appeared to join forces was simply to put pressure on their own side who had the absolute advantage.

Once one's side chooses to give in, it will be the two kings who seem to have a close relationship who will continue to fight.

Fringilla suddenly appeared next to Kors, her tone full of murderous intent: "I hate this person, and I also hate those two human kings. I want to kill them tonight!"

Coors smiled bitterly and said: "My eldest lady, at this time, don't provoke other people. The Lion-Hearted King Richard and King Philip are both accompanied by a strong spell caster. You No one may be their opponent.”

"I don't care, if you, sir, if you, sir, don't wake up, I will kill everyone!"

There was a cry in Fringilla's tone: "Don't live anymore, go and bury them with me! No one else can take what you can't get!"

Kors sighed softly and comforted in a low voice: "Miss, if that time comes, if this is really your wish, I will help you."

He personally helped Lothar create such a foundation, but in fact, as far as Coors himself is concerned, he doesn't really care about this business.

Lothar needed him to do this, and that was his duty. But if Lothar was gone, he would not hesitate to destroy it just because of his young lady's words - perhaps, these blood monsters should have taken this path.

He paused and said, "But young lady, Miss Cherylina is your friend. I personally think that this matter is not her fault. You are taking your anger out on your only friend, right?"

Fringilla's tone rose: "Don't persuade me, Kurs!"

"I not only blame Cherylina, but also Prajna, Jeanna, and everyone present - aren't they six-stars? Aren't they stronger than me? Why can't they take care of the adults' safety?"

"If I can't do such a small thing, do I have to comfort them?!"

The red in the eyes of the sad vampire girl seemed to be burning with flames. Anger, hatred, sadness, fear, and all kinds of emotions made Kurs, who just looked at her, feel a tremor in his heart.

At this moment, he felt as if he had seen his master.

The bloody lord known to the world as Count Dracula.