Evening, Hebron.

Branches on the moon.

"call--"

Lothar, who returned to the mansion, jumped into the bathtub filled with boiling water with exhaustion all over his body, and then let out a soft moan.

The reward of the milestone of the Volcano King gave Lothar the fire immunity characteristic equivalent to the tyrannical dragon.

Not to mention just bathing in hot boiling water, or jumping into magma, at most, the hair of the whole body will be burned off.

Of course, if you don't burn to death, you won't burn to death.

The poisonous gas in the crater may still have killed Lothar.

Flame immunity does not mean that Lothar has the same terrifying poison resistance and magic resistance as the tyrannical dragon.

At the same time, the [Volcano King] milestone also greatly enhanced the power of his fire attribute skills.

It's just limited by the fact that he currently only has one [Dragon's Breath] as a fire attribute skill, and this effect is not obvious enough.

On the way back, Lothar tested the power of [Dragon's Breath], which has been nearly doubled, but it is still far behind the dragon's breath of the tyrannical dragon.

The Tyrannical Dragon's best ability is Dragon's Breath, and it's normal for him to be inferior.

Lothar is considering whether to exchange some fire spells from Nishaya, such as the "Meteor Fire Rain" that Anna once cast.

But on second thought, his energy is limited.

Now I need to meditate at night to improve my mental strength, and during the day I need to hone my sword skills, riding skills, and physical fitness, and I also need to deal with some government affairs in the territory.

Even if you have the fire attribute spells, it will take a lot of time to master them.

Wizard, but a very time-consuming occupation.

"Forget it, just sharing the talents of the subordinates is enough for me."

The water temperature gradually decreases.

The bathroom was filled with white mist.

After days of fatigue, the accumulated exhaustion quickly emerged, causing him to fall into a deep sleep without knowing it.

The bathroom next door.

Fringila looked around with some doubts, like Celinina who was preoccupied.

"Nina, what are you thinking?"

"It's nothing."

Cellina shook her head.

Before she left, she made several plans to prepare for the riots, but when she came back this time, nothing happened.

Right.

These leaders have been screened, and they are not the same as the lawless Two Sicilian wolves that my father settled in Texas in the New World.

It seems that what the adults said was right.

Settling down the people is really not a difficult task. The big problems have been solved, and the things that need to be dealt with by themselves are nothing more than some trivial matters.

I was too cautious.

just.

My lord really trusts my ability.

Her heart was warm, even she herself was not very confident, adults dared to entrust her with such a heavy responsibility, the words "A scholar dies for a confidant" suddenly came out of her heart.

In fact, Lothar was not worried about any trouble from the beginning to the end.

Because his ruling foundation has always been very stable.

Moreover, it is not difficult at all to prevent the "troublemakers" from rebelling.

As long as they can survive, who would want to live a good life but tie their heads on their belts and rebel?
In the previous life, if a new mayor was appointed, he would be willing to shout "Master Qingtian" if he was given a tax cut, a house allocation, and a salary increase.

For the self-cultivating farmers in this era, dividing the land means dividing the house, renting farm tools for free, and lowering taxes means raising wages.

Celinina's cheeks suddenly turned red.

Furingilla fished out a wet tail from the bath with a curious face: "It's all covered with dust, do you want me to wash it for you?"

The ears on the top of Celinina's head trembled, and her voice sounded like a mosquito: "No, I'll just wash it myself."

Fringila was a little bit reluctant to give up this fluffy touch: "Nina, can you touch my tail more every day in the future?"

"No, no, why such a strange request?"

Fulingira asked with a puzzled look: "Because it's easy to touch, will this request seem strange?"

Celinina's tail swished away from her fingertips.

She said succinctly: "No."

In the other bathroom, Jeanna's hearty laughter happened to sound: "Tsk, it's so soft. Hey, what are you doing hitting me? Why don't you just touch it? If it's really not good, I'll let you touch it back."

The two looked at each other.

Fringila looked down from Celinina's slender neck like a white swan, and then showed a smirk: "Nina, you are actually younger than me."

Celinina put on a straight face, paddled aside, rubbed her tail, sprinkled the special powder of this era, and rubbed it gently.

In this era, the Franks inherited the tradition of the imperial people's preference for bathing.

It is said that Charlemagne, at most, once invited 100 people to take a bath.

In many cities in the Holy Land, there are public baths.

But because of these public baths, there is only a negligible barrier between the men's and women's baths, and the two groups of people can even treat each other honestly, without shy away from looking at each other's bodies.

This led to scandals that often surrounded the public baths, delighting commoners and nobles alike, but outraged conservative clergy.

This is the so-called "impart".

The apologists of many monasteries have publicly called for the abolition of public baths and bathhouses.

Yes.

The ethos of Catholicism in this era is indeed very conservative.

Although this does not prevent some regional bishops from keeping mistresses, having illegitimate children, or even raising boys, it is only a small probability event after all.

In contrast, there are many monks who swear to be chaste and practice asceticism.

"grown ups."

Lothar woke up from his sleep, and immediately realized that the water in the bathtub had completely cooled down.

Prajna was holding a bathrobe and standing beside him.

"Sorry, I've been too tired recently."

Lothar stretched.

The narrow tub made his curled up legs numb.

Although his physical strength has been improved one after another, he is still weak in the end, how can he compare with these subordinates who are averagely above level [-] under him.

"It's okay, go back to your room and sleep."

Lothar fetched the bathrobe, put it on when Prajna turned around, and continued: "Don't sleep, I will start meditating again tonight, my mental strength has improved so much now, maybe I can have a new experience when meditating. "

According to Lothar's speculation, if the mental power exceeds [-], he should be regarded as a wizard with medium magic power.

His spiritual strength, conservatively estimated, should have been on par with Nishaya, an orthodox wizard. Including his various talents and skills, the little witch is far from his opponent.

In this world, I can really be regarded as a master.

"it is good."

Prajna nodded slightly.

The two left the bathroom one after the other.

Lothar followed.

His eyes moved up slightly, and his mouth suddenly felt dry.

Hannya's figure is very good, thin where it should be thin, plump where it should be plump, well-proportioned, smooth and delicate, under the loose linen trousers, it looks very tight.

When returning to the room.

Lothar looked around and asked, "Where's Flynn?"

"She said she was going to sleep with Miss Cellinina tonight."

Under the moonlight, Prajna's cold face seemed to be shrouded in a layer of fluorescent light, like a holy moon god, but it gave Lothar an urge to pull the god down from the altar.

"Go to sleep."

Lothar coughed lightly, picked up the jug on the table, and took two gulps.

"Ah."

"sleep together."

"Uh-huh?"

Prajna frowned.

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