"Are you all right?" The net worm, walking down the deck, finds Lothar in the dim candlelight, holding her knee and burying her head in it. She controlled her tone so that there was no excess of sympathy and pity in order not to sting the knight''s self-esteem. Of course, this is her worry. Now Lothar has no energy to be angry. He is like a helpless child, just like when he learned that his parents were killed. The lady of Heishan is not the one who can not save Wang''s servant from the day of the day.
The terrible scene from the dream evokes the sad memories of Lothar, who seems to have seen his parents on the beach of white bones. They stare at the count with empty eyes, as if calling him to join them and become a member of the white bones. Beside Lothar in reality, the Tomahawk, which has saved the owner from the environment and fear for several times, lies quietly on the deck. The dark gray skin plated to cover up the conspicuous gold appearance seems to be its real shell. The male lion''s eyes covered by sea monster statues also have no flashing light. This witch hunting knife can''t do anything, because what makes its owner collapse is beyond the scope of witchcraft and magic.
Seeing that Lothar didn''t respond, the maid kept silent for a moment and then approached the latter. She could see Rosa''s trembling arm, and he was really afraid. But why, is there anything here that can make this man feel afraid? The net worm came to the count, knelt on one knee on the deck, and put his hand on Lothar''s hand. "Tell me, what are you afraid of? Can I help you? " She could feel the man''s arm shaking even more after she had said this. But in the end, the tremor calmed down.
Lothar looked up. His face was frightening and pale. "I''m fine. I just had a nightmare." Anyone can see that the knight is just holding on, and the nightmare in his mouth is obviously not ordinary.
"When I was little, my mother told me to tell me the nightmare." The webworm took the count''s hand in one hand and patted him gently on the back with the other. She was trying to remember how her mother had comforted her. And that is not easy, because in the memory of the maid, the mother''s existence has been so far away that she can''t tell whether it really existed. She often doubts that all her memories of her mother may be just a warm dream, a longing for a normal family. But even so, if this false and possibly fabricated memory can help the man in front of him, the webworm will not hesitate.
Lothar sniffed, and there was a blur of tears in his eyes. I''m afraid no one could imagine that the count of Heishan, who is famous for his war maniac, would show such an expression one day. The count opened his mouth and tried to say something, but he failed because the muscles of his throat were too tight. He was depressed because of this setback. But looking at the gentle eyes of the woman in front of him, he tried his best to suppress the rampant monster in his heart. Just like when I was watched by the king of Cang lion on the school field. "I, I see..."
The count''s narrative is very illogical, and his words are full of fragmented information, which makes people unable to really understand what he saw. But even so, the horror content revealed in the scattered words is also chilling. The net worm gently took Lothar into his arms and whispered comforting words in his ear, for she did not know why the count had such a dream, nor how to deal with it. But what the mercenary did not know was not necessarily for others.
"Home." Ellie''s voice echoed in the cabin. The witch did not know when to follow in. She sat on the wooden beam, shaking her legs, looking at the Knights and mercenaries holding together. "The place you dream of is called destination."
The sight and attention of the two people were quickly attracted. Qili pushed her hands hard, and the whole person fell down from the wooden beam. Her feet landed on the ground at the same time. She approached them and continued what she had said, "this is the legend of the sailors in lost heart Bay. It is said that everyone will go there after death to crush the situation. The flesh and blood rots in the coffin, the bones crack in the wash, and then flow into the sea with the river or groundwater, and finally flow to the destination, which you call the white bone beach, and become a part of it. This is what I know. As for what you said about the sea, I don''t know. Maybe it''s the existence of some kind of guardian destination
"But he had never heard of the legend before. How could he dream of what you said?" At this time, the net bug didn''t care about the unhappiness with Qili on the deck just now.
"Well, I''m not sure." The witch put her hands behind her waist and walked around them step by step with a smile on her face, "but I think it has something to do with the tide of dead people. It is said that the tide of the dead is a direct train to the destination. Maybe our Earl got some enlightenment in the tide of the dead? It''s also possible, you know, on any ship that''s seen a wave of dead people, there''s always some crazy sailor with words that no one can understand
"I''m not crazy!" Lothar got up a little agitated, and he was obviously very angry at Ellie''s disapproval. However, both the Witch and the mercenary could see that the count''s eyes were totally devoid of their former look when they spoke. Instead, they looked like a drunkard who bragged and was pierced in a tavern. This was not what he should look like.Qili seemed to be disgusted by Lothar''s reaction. The smile on her face disappeared. Then she looked at the count for a few seconds with disdain and disdain and shrugged her shoulders. "Maybe." With that, her figure disappeared into the darkness of the candle. But Lothar didn''t calm down. He turned to the webworm and yelled, "I''m not crazy!" Said also a punch in the side of the wooden pillar, broken sawdust deeply into his hand, let the blood have a new direction.
The pain let the count''s anger find the pour point, he began to repeatedly with his fists on the wooden column, used to support the deck of the pillar, in the knight''s full swing under the explosion of groups of sawdust. The maid''s eyes also shed tears. She began to believe the witch''s words. The man who called himself Lothar might be crazy. So she approached the count from behind and struck him on the neck! The man whose trachea was badly injured fell to the ground, and could not believe it. He knelt on his chest and held his throat with both hands and choked him faintly.
The hatch to the deck, open. As if she had been waiting there for a long time, Qili welcomed the maid with a smile. The latter is not polite to rush up at a very fast speed, and as soon as the arm is lifted, the spider fangs shaped dagger has reached the witch''s neck. "Tell me the way to get him back to his original state."
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