Even in the marina area by the sea, black smoke can be seen rising from the northeast of the city. The maids whose abdomen had already been raised looked at the smoke and dust which was slowly disappearing in the sky, and did not know what they were thinking. However, her attention soon turned away from the dust, and Rosa''s footsteps were caught by the keen net worm earlier than his figure. In the eyes of her lover, Lothar appears from behind the shelter. And both knew that before Lothar came out of the corner, he stopped for nearly five seconds.
These five seconds, for the count, are three breaths and time to adjust his expression and manner. Even though she had taken off her combat clothes and armor, Lothar felt that she could smell the burning smell on her body. Ears are still faintly heard in the fire was burned to death of the living creatures scream. The workshop was even more suitable for fire attack than Lothar thought. Although there were four gates, these doors were far more robust for anti-theft than those of other buildings in lost heart Bay. After the chief officer and he completely blocked the four doors, the ghouls in the workshop had no possibility of escaping. They were frantically beating the door in the fire and yelling. The sound made people outside the workshop suspect that they were the cannibals.
What''s more, what bothers Lothar most is that he mistakenly estimated the amount of things that can be burned in the workshop and how sealed it is. According to his conjecture, most of the ghouls were not burned, but choked to death by the smoke and dust. They should be very painful before they die, as can be seen from their twisted bodies. When the count witnessed those bodies, he naturally thought of a word, torture. Lothar was never a cruel man, not to mention a tyrannical Lord. He would follow his father''s instructions and personally execute every death sentence in his territory. However, he never enjoyed it and never used methods that would torture the victims. But today, he did something against his father''s instruction.
This, of course, is justifiable. What he killed was a monster that had been alienated after eating the same kind of meat. It was a beast without human nature. He set fire because the number of companions around him was limited and had been injured. In order not to let more people die, he had to do this. At the same time, he is also for his family. He thought he had lost his family, but suddenly he had it again. He couldn''t take any risk to let the monsters escape and follow his scent to hurt his family on a day when he wasn''t there. This kind of hidden danger alone is enough to drive him crazy now. So he did things he would not have done before, and even personally examined and stabbed every body.
On the way to hafdan, Lothar has been asking himself a question. Did he do something wrong? If not, why can''t he relax after winning. Those ghouls, do they really have no chance? Of course, Lothar Heishan is not a grey robed mage. He can''t save these ghouls the way cheese saved the rat people. But those ghouls that have just transformed into other species are not rat people, are they? Did you really try your best to choose the best method?
Perhaps captain hafdan noticed Lothar''s abnormality and didn''t ask him about this time. Instead, he asked him to return to the place called home as soon as possible. Of course, these things and ideas can not be fully understood by the webworm, Lothar also did not intend to tell her her inner struggle and chagrin, she was very tired.
"Is there any injury?" The maid inquired of the count who approached her. The latter shook his head with a smile on his face.
"It''s a piece of cake. There''s nothing to worry about." Lothar said, trying to get close to the net bug and reassure each other with a slight physical touch. But when they were five steps away, he hesitated. He was afraid that the other party would smell him. He was even more afraid of the smell of their unborn children in the net worm''s belly.
"You go to the house and have a rest. I have to sharpen my axe while the weather is fine, or it will rust. By the way, chop the firewood for the evening. I''ve got some food from the captain, which I can cook and eat in the evening I''m afraid not many people know whether the sorcerer will rust. After all, this weapon is made to kill the caster. It is stable in strong acid and high and low temperature environment. What Rosa really wants now is to be able to spend some time alone without worrying her family.
"All right." The net bug doesn''t feel anything wrong with Lothar. With her years of experience as a mercenary, she can be sure that Lothar is not injured. However, her intuition made her notice that when she was talking to herself, Lothar was hiding her Tomahawk behind her, which would not have happened before. Both of them are experienced soldiers. They have fought together many times. Even if he is pregnant, he doesn''t have to worry that weapons will scare him.
You don''t have to. Although I''m pregnant now, I''m still me, not some noble lady you know. I''m not that vulnerable. After all, the net worm still didn''t say these words. She just nodded to Lothar and then walked into the room and left the man in the sun. Somehow, the sun didn''t seem as bright as before.
The door of the hut was closed, and Rosa sat alone on the beach, putting the grindstone on the flat beach with a small half bucket of fresh water beside it. Sharpening a knife with sea water can hurt the blade, so even though fresh water has become a less affluent resource, Lothar insists on doing so in order to keep the weapon in a combat ready state at all times. The grinding of the Tomahawk was not as convenient as ordinary swords. Lothar did it very slowly, so slowly that his arms almost reached a certain coordination with the rise and fall of the tide.Sweat, through the clothes, so the count simply took off his coat, naked upper body to meet the sea breeze. The traces of the so-called "sea god''s rope" on his body are not as obvious as before. In addition to the more complex lines on his right arm, the remaining traces are like octopus tentacles and winding thorns. The vine patterns spread from his right shoulder to his heart and disappeared. What disappeared with the tattoos was the whispering of the Lord of the abyss.
Is this freedom? Lothar doesn''t know. He clearly remembers the memory of his death. There is no doubt that if the Lord of the abyss did not help, he would have died in that cold underground cave. But now he can still blow the sea breeze in the sun, so no matter what the other party thinks of him, he will carry out the previous contract. And that means that for three years, he can''t leave the sea too far.
"Hoo..." After wiping Han off her face, Lothar sat up straight on her aching waist and looked into the distance of the sea. The eddy blocking the passage of lost heart bay to the outside world can be seen from the distant sea level some specious shadows. However, the good news is that this vortex seems to have blocked the sea fog which began to spread more than half a year ago. Otherwise, at the speed of that time, the fog might have covered the whole lost heart Bay.
The blade of the Tomahawk recovered its luster after grinding. As for the black marks on the axe, Lothar could not clear it for the time being. After chopping the wood with a sorcerer''s knife, Lothar would begin to prepare dinner. The count could not cook, but now he has to learn some. Lothar looked at the sight of the setting sun shining on the sea, turning the sea into yellow and red, and looking back at the cottage.
How long can it last?
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