Chapter 274 (1/1)

The night may be over for cheese or Jack. The only thing waiting for them before dawn is to clean up the debris left by their opponents. When the mage has made clear the target of their fight, it becomes easy to knock down the enemy in front of them. But for a soldier who has to leave the battlefield at dusk, the time before sunrise is still very difficult.

Lothar didn't sleep. The Baron sat back in the dark room with his eyes closed and his head supported with one hand. He was thinking. This is the habit of Lothar and the reason why he survived countless battles. People in the Kingdom always attribute Lothar's achievements to his talent. But in fact, few people understand how important the weird silence of the count of black mountain is after the battle.

The battle of the day was played back in front of his eyes like a slow motion, and Lothar would not miss every picture and detail in his memory. Some soldiers always attribute the survival and victory on the battlefield to luck or God's blessing, but Lothar firmly believes that only by constantly examining themselves and correcting the mistakes made in the battle, can we avoid those fatal defects.

Hern's hand rested on the corner of the table at Rosa's feet, and the blade of the weapon still had a chilling glow in the dark. A dagger carved in the shape of a spider was placed on the table beside the count's hand. This weapon from the maid was the key to Rosa's victory over the false baron. Speaking of the net worm, Lothar didn't see the maid since she came back. She seemed to be still angry about what happened last night.

He shook his head and wiped the idea out of his mind. For women, or women, Lothar is still at a loss. In his eyes, the relationship between him and the net worm is just mercenary and employer. At most, it is long-term employment. The other party should not have any opinion on his decision. But when he thought of the way the maid looked at him, the Baron instinctively felt that he was wrong.

”Hoo...” The count of black mountain breathed a sigh. Years of experience in the army gave him a special ability. If necessary, Lothar could recover his fighting ability by simply resting for two or three hours a day. Of course, such overdraft is not without cost. When the war is over, he may lie in bed for several days.

”Knock knock” at this moment, the closed door in front of the count suddenly made a slight knock. Lothar opened his eyes and looked at his door, knowing that the servants of the house would not dare to disturb him at this time.

”Who?” Lothar's voice was quiet, but he was sure it was enough for the people outside. After all, the count of Heishan's private room also inherited his military style. It was simple and used, in other words, narrow. As long as the person behind the door or something else doesn't give him a satisfactory answer, the sharp blade of hern's hand will be the only entertainment for guests after opening the door.

”It's me. Have you had a rest? ” The voice of the net worm came from behind the door. Even Lothar had to admit that her voice was almost sweet if the maid did not deliberately lower her voice.

But this did not reduce the count's doubts. What did she do? Especially at this point in time. Many speculations flashed through Lothar's mind, and some of them were still vulgar. It can't be blamed on him. Those knight novels who grew up with Baron never lacked such a bridge.

”What are you doing here?” Rosa asked, trying to be as normal as possible. He didn't want the other party to hear the fleeting thought in his own voice.

“……” Strangely quiet, the net worm outside the door seems to have a lot of ideas like the count. And this quiet, enough to let Rosa just calm down the heart again impetuous gas.

”Can you open the door first? It's cold in the corridor. ” This is a very reasonable request. It's winter now. Although it's not snowing for Wangdu, the air conditioning from the North really makes the temperature in this house uncomfortable. So, in the face of this reasonable demand, will Lothar open the door?

”Come in, please. The door is not locked. ” The count did not lie. His door was not locked. As a proud warrior, Lothar admits that she doesn't need that layer of protection to prevent others from breaking into her room. Besides, there is not much privacy in this room.

The door is open. Lothar's eyes were fixed on the figure in front of the door. The lights in the hallway are not bright, so he doesn't have to spend time adapting to the changes in light. The figure of the maid stood only ten steps away from the count, and Rosa could see her face against the light. And the net worm's clothes, which made his breath short.

The maid did not wear the leather armour she had always liked, nor the long dress that Rosa's servants had prepared for her. It's a suit, er, too revealing for Lothar. The name of Heishan is on the list. Even in the most explicit novels, the count did not expect that one day a girl would appear in front of him like this. Lothar's breathing became short, and the heat on his cheek reminded him that his face must be red at this time.

”You...” Lothar wanted to ask the other person why he was dressed like this, but after he said a word, he found that his throat could not speak normally because of tension. To this, net bug returns with an ambiguous smile. This smile made the last struggle in the count's eyes disappear. He had to admit that after nearly 20 years of celibacy, he could not resist the temptation of this woman.Miss mercenary walked with elegant steps to the count of Heishan step by step. Her lines were so charming in the weak light. Her eyes seemed to contain the mystery of the whole star sky, which firmly attracted Rosa's attention and could not be distracted.

As the net worm approached Lothar, the door of the room closed silently, and the unused bolt was locked under invisible force. But to this scene, the count who could not move his sight chose to turn a blind eye to it. So beautiful, so deep in the eyes

”Roar!” The roar of the lion suddenly appeared in the count's mind, and a powerful force ran down Lothar's fingertips, and the witch hunting knife that touched him like lightning went into his brain.