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Chapter 754

    Everything in the mist seemed to be a blur. Lothar knew that the shadows that seemed so close might not actually exist, and the evidence was that when he moved towards the shadow of a tree, he could not get close to it. This is not a completely real world, at least for those who don''t know magic. It''s reasonable and wise to use this kind of fog as a way to confuse intruders. A fog that makes people feel confused is more responsible than those who have physical guards. In fact, it was a little too conscientious. Lothar tried to go in several directions, but it was always in vain. In this fog, he could not tell where the right path was.


    Fortunately, Lothar will not be manipulated by the fog like other intruders. He has at least one beacon to refer to, which is the Tomahawk inserted in the ground. This is something that the witch who arranges this fog did not think of. Under normal circumstances, even if the intruder intentionally throws something as a reference to the ground, the fog will soon cover it and submerge it, making people lose its trace. But even if there is no master, the cold iron contained in it is also loyal to resist magic, making the fog near it evaporate instantly.


    But this is not the way. The count''s purpose is not to be lost in the fog, but to find the passage to the witch''s hiding place in the fog. It is impossible to do this just by moving around the Tomahawk. When Lothar didn''t know how many times he went back to the fool''s justice, he knew he had to really stay away from the weapon he trusted most. The count closed his eyes, reached for the handle of the Tomahawk, but before the familiar roar of the lion sounded from his mind, he threw the axe in a direction!


    "Sorry, old man." When he opened his eyes again, the mist turned into thick fog, so thick that people could not see the ground three steps away. But in this thick fog, a bright red petal flew up from the grass with the breeze and floated again in front of Lothar. Well, it''s probably a trap, but there''s no other choice, right?


    This time, the petal flew very slowly, as if it was trying to identify the direction in the thick fog, and even several times, the petal took Lothar back. However, when the petals fell again, the fog filled with the whole world started to disperse around with this as the origin! Everything gradually revealed their original appearance. Lothar, on the other hand, found that he had been guided to a huge rock protruding from the mountain. In front of him, there was a hole in the surface of the rock. There was no hesitation. Lothar took a deep breath and stepped into the cave. At the moment when his body was covered by the shadow in the cave, and at the moment when his eyes had to adapt to the dark outside of the cave, the lights lit up from both sides of the passage.


    When the count could see his surroundings, he was no longer in the cave. The soft carpet under his feet and the smell in the air reminded him that this was the place he was looking for. There was, however, another problem facing Lothar, which was that there were no doors on either side of the corridor except for the lampstands, except for a door at the end which was more gorgeous than any witch room he had ever seen. Behind him, there is only a corridor that extends into the dark. If this is not another trap of witches, it means that he has been exposed to enter here, and no matter what is behind the gorgeous gate, he has no other choice.


    "Welcome, knight from lion''s back." The voice of an elderly woman rings when Lothar opens the door. What he sees is a spacious room full of luxury and guilt. In the middle of the room, there was a square table with embroidered tablecloth. It was full of tableware made of gold and silver and all kinds of food that he had never seen before. The owner of the voice sat quietly at the other end of the square table, half open eyes, looking at the count who came in from the door.


    Lothar didn''t move on. He stopped at the door. The door behind him closed naturally and made a slight noise. Without much words, the count could be sure that the white haired old woman was the great witch in the witch''s mouth, the one who claimed to have led the heartless sorceress to occupy the city and rule it for decades. The one who can make all the rebellious witches like Ellie respectfully mention it.


    "Don''t stand there, knight. Sit down. It''s not easy to prepare this table. Don''t let my kindness go to waste." The great witch spoke in her slow way, with a light smile on her face. It was supposed to be a kind smile, but Lothar was keenly aware of the incongruity, the few wrinkles, the almost nonexistent age spots of her face compared with other parts of her face. It was not an old woman''s face, but it grew on an old woman with white hair. It was really weird.


    Nevertheless, after a few seconds of hesitation, the count sat on the other side of the square table. His body relaxed for a moment when he touched the soft seat. However, the instinct of the warrior made him alert again quickly, and his body was able to stand up at any time. The great witch saw all these details, but she did not say anything to make Lothar relax or laugh at Lothar for being too careful. The old man just nodded with satisfaction and began to eat her plate.


    The count opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but for a moment he did not know which question to start with. The great witch seemed to have noticed this and stopped her knife and fork slightly. "I''m really sorry. Although our small place occupies the convenience of trade and does not lack all kinds of goods, the dining etiquette and tableware are certainly not as complete as the Cang lion, an ancient country. Especially for a young aristocrat like you, you should be trained to be meticulous in etiquette. Let''s make do with this meal. Please think of it as a meal on the way to travel or March. "If these words come from some upstart, Lothar will respond politely but contemptuously. He does not think that the feast is a mistake, on the contrary, it is a mistake not to admit or belittle the value of things. But when the words came from the witch''s mouth, the count was unable to do so, not because he was afraid of the power and power of the other side, but because he could hear it. What the witch said was serious. She really regarded the dinner as pure eating, without any hypocritical humility and arrogant vanity.


    "Even as a banquet between nobles, the food you provide is enough to show your kindness, my dear lady." This was the first time Lothar spoke to the great witch. Suddenly, he did not seem to be in the bay of lost heart, dressed as a mercenary and sailor, but returned to his country to socialize at a banquet as an earl.


    "That''s good. I haven''t entertained a real nobleman for many years. I''m not very clear about the current etiquette. You know, most of the people in this city don''t care about this. It''s reasonable for them to do so. Etiquette has its own conditions. It''s a bit pedantic to blindly pursue complicated etiquette without considering the actual situation. However, if the material conditions permit, people should not show their rudeness recklessly. After all, we are not beasts The witch nodded and replied.


    "Wise, I''m beginning to understand why you''ve been able to lead the sorceress for such a long time." Rosa said half truely.


    "You are making fun of me. Although my ears are not as sharp as when I was young, I can still hear the meaning beyond the words." The old man laughed and continued, "do you think that I only care about the interests of the witches'' group, so although I have the ability to provide food for people in the city, I have not. What''s more, I know that you have met with some young ladies in the sorceress group, and you know something from their mouths. You may think that the other members of the sorceress group are just like the people in lost heart bay to me, but they still have the value to make use of, but one day, I will abandon them like losing heart Bay? "


    If there''s ever a time when Lothar should have had a cold sweat from entering the house, it''s now. However, perhaps because the tone of the other party was too gentle, the count did not hear any dissatisfaction and hostility from the witch''s words. She seemed to be discussing her views on the weather during the course of eating. So the count replied,


    "it''s hard for me to think otherwise, ma''am."


    Knife and fork, put it down.


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