"Dong Dong... " The bells of the great funeral resounded in the rain, and the residents of Wangdu were clothed in rainproof clothes, and their candles in their arms were protected with wide brims or simply their bodies. This dim light is their consolation to the victims. According to the ancient code of the grey lion, when the funeral begins, the residents of that city must go to the place where the funeral is held to see off the soldiers with candles. For those who are too poor to find a candle, the king will provide them with this small prop so that they can join the ceremony together.


    "You shouldn''t be here now." The sound of talking in the rain can''t travel far, so when Lothar heard this, the net worm was standing behind him. Even so, in order to make sure that her words would be heard by the count, the maid''s body was almost completely attached to Lothar''s back.


    The count, in his heavy canvas robe, turned to look at the face in the net worm''s hood, which was pale with the cold and damp air. "He watched me grow up, and I had to be at his funeral." Rosa replied in a low volume that he did not dare to be known as a net worm as a fugitive. And the count knew that he could be read.


    However, although the maid could read Rosa''s meaning, it did not mean that she agreed with the count''s almost reckless action. You know, the result of the glorious trial has not been recognized by the king, at least there is no news that has lifted Lothar''s guilt. In this case, if the count was honest in his residence, the soldiers of the capital would not waste their energy after the war to deal with the count. But Lothar came to attend the funeral without any guards. Although the net worm had not seen the specific appearance of the grey lion''s funeral, the soldiers who knew with their toes that they were sad at the funeral would never want to hear the defense of a wanted criminal in a kingdom. Once Lothar was recognized, the consequences were unimaginable.


    "Do you want to die? You went to raid the pharmacists'' Association. The witch named corandi is still alive and dead! Now you''re going to this damn funeral again, but I''ve put all my life on your side. If you die for such stupid reasons at this time, I won''t accept it! " Cried the maid, pulling at the count''s collar, in his ear.


    In the face of the net worm''s question, Rosas did not retreat, his eyes did not avoid and the other side directly, eyes burning with anger. "Then protect me. You don''t have to tell me anything else. Remember, I''m your employer, and you''re just a mercenary. " With that, the count turned to get rid of the maid and walked down the street towards the place where the funeral was held. The net bug was stunned for a few seconds. Then he stamped his foot angrily and cursed something. But after calming down a little, he still kept up with Lothar.


    In a dark corner where the rain could not fall, a pair of beautiful eyes were not affected by the heavy rain, and completely witnessed what had just happened. The owner of the beautiful eyes smiles when she sees the net worm roared by Lothar. She is the witch who once broke into the residence of the count of Heishan and pretends to be a mercenary. The young witch Rao is interested in watching the net worm go after Lothar, and she also quietly follow up.


    The funeral was held in the South Square of the capital of the king. In fact, the soldiers wanted to see their dead comrades off under the city wall where the war was most tragic. However, considering that the rat people did not know when they might return and the fortifications damaged in the war needed to be repaired, the place where the funeral was held was moved to the square most commonly used by civilians in the capital 。 At this time, along with the sound of the funeral bell, the bodies of the dead soldiers were transported to the square side by carriages and carts.


    In the center of the site, a huge bonfire has been built. Except for their relatives, the soldiers who are in the capital will be taken away by their families and buried separately. The rest of the dead will be cremated here. Their ashes will be buried in the Royal Cemetery in the north of the capital. This cemetery is just outside the window of the throne hall. On the one hand, it is the hope that the spirits of the dead soldiers can continue to protect the Cang lion. On the other hand, it is also the hope to alert all previous Cang lion monarchs and tell them how many people have been sleeping here for the sake of the kingdom.


    "Give way, give way, this is the downwind. After the ignition, there will be a lot of smoke floating over. Please don''t stand here." The soldiers in charge of maintaining order at the west entrance of the square spoke to every citizen who entered the square from here, and guided them to the north and south of the square, which was occupied by the army in the East.


    "I should have been there." Lothar looked at the black lion on the east side of the square and murmured to the soldiers. As a soldier with a sense of honor, he was very unhappy that he could not attend the funeral as count of Heishan.


    "Yes, you could have been standing there, but if you hadn''t been wanted to go up to the wall, you might be lying on the wood now." The net bug whispered in the Earl''s ear, because of the crowd, she had to keep a very close posture with Lothar, which made her look like a normal girl nestling in her lover''s side.


    The count glared at her companion and said nothing more. The crowd around him was less than a palm away from him. Lothar was afraid that his words would expose his identity. After all, the count of black mountain was known by many people in Cangshi, especially Wangdu. Thinking of this, the count''s hand unconsciously touched the dagger hidden in his boot. Considering that his gold Tomahawk and hern''s hand were too conspicuous, Lothar only brought this dagger to defend himself at the funeral. As for the webworm She always seems to be able to pull out a suitable weapon from any part of her body and not be found by others. Maybe that''s the difference between a mercenary and a soldier.Seeing that Lothar did not speak again, the maid snorted discontentedly. If it had not been for the protection of the count who had no sense of danger, she would not have been close to such a high density of people. Years of mercenary career told her that the more dense the crowd was, the more likely it was for assassins and thieves to attack. Moreover, she always had a subtle sense of resistance to physical contact with Lothar. Being too close to the count always made the maid''s temperature warmer than usual. If it wasn''t for the cold of heavy rain, her face would have been obviously flushed.


    "Dong..." With the last bell, the sound of rain once again occupied the world. People carefully take care of the candles in their hands and focus their eyes on the firewood in the middle of the square. "The funeral begins." Seeing this, Lothar said softly.


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