Dawn of the Grey Tower

This night may be over for Cheese or Jack. What was waiting for them before dawn was to clean up the debris left by their opponents. After the mage had cleared the goal of their battle, it was easy to knock down the enemies in front of them. But for a soldier who had to leave the battlefield at dusk, the time before the sun rose was still very difficult.

Lothar did not sleep. The lord was sitting in a dark room with his eyes closed and his head supported with one hand, he was thinking. This is the habit of Lothar and the reason why he survived countless battles. The people of the Kingdom always attributed Lothar ’s record to talent, but in fact, few people understand the strangeness of the Earl of Montenegro after the battle. How important quiet is.

The battle he experienced during the day was played back in slow motion in front of his eyes, and Lothar would not miss every picture and detail in his memory. Some soldiers always attribute survivorship and victory on the battlefield to luck or blessing. Korosa firmly believes that only by constantly reviewing themselves and correcting the mistakes made during the battle can those fatal flaws be avoided.

Hern's hand rested on Lothar's feet against the corner of the table. The edge of this weapon still had a chilling light in the dark environment. A dagger carved into a spider style was placed on the table near the earl. This weapon from the maid was the key to Losa's victory over the false baron. Speaking of networms, Losa didn't see the lady mercenary when she came back. She seemed to be still angry about what happened last night.

He shook his head and dismissed the idea from his mind. For women, or women, Losa is still in a state of ignorance. In his eyes, the relationship between him and the Networm is just mercenaries and employers, at most it is long-term employment, and the other party should not have any opinions about their decisions at all. But thinking of the eyes of the maid-servant looking at herself, Lord Jue instinctively felt that his thoughts should be wrong.

"Huh ..." The Earl of Montenegro let out a breath. Years of experience in the army has given him a special ability. If necessary, Lothar can simply rest for two or three hours a day to restore his combat capabilities. Of course, this overdraft is not without cost. When the battle is over, he may lie in bed for several days.

"Knock" At this moment, the door closed in front of the earl suddenly made a slight knock. Lothar opened his eyes and looked at his door, knowing that the servants in the mansion would never dare to alarm him at this time.

"Who?" Lothar's voice was not loud, but he was quite sure that it was enough for people outside the door to hear. After all, the Earl of Montenegro ’s private room also inherited his military style, simple and easy to use, in other words, narrow. When Loza said this sentence, her hand had reached the handle of the battle axe. As long as the person behind the door or something did not give him a satisfactory answer, the blade of the hand of Hearn would be after opening the door Welcome the guests only hospitality.

"It's me. Did you bother to rest?" Networm's voice came from behind the door. Even Lothar had to admit that if the maid did not deliberately lower her voice, her voice would almost be sweet.

But this does not reduce the doubts in the count, what is she doing? Especially at this time. Lots of speculations flashed in Loza's mind, and some of them were still nasty, and this should not be blamed. Who made the knight novels that accompanied the Lord grow up never lack such bridges.

"What are you doing?" Lothar asked, trying to make his tone as normal as possible. He didn't want the other party to hear the fleeting thoughts in his voice.

"..." Quirky and quiet, the networm outside the door seemed to have many ideas like the count. And this is quiet enough to make Losa's heart calm down just once more restless.

"Can you open the door first? It's so cold in the hallway." This is a very reasonable request. It's already winter. Although Wang Du hasn't reached snow yet, the cold air from the north does make this mansion really The temperature is not comfortable. So, faced with this reasonable request, will Lothar open the door?

"Please come in. The door is unlocked." The count was not lying, and his door was indeed unlocked. As an arrogant warrior, Lothar thought that he did not need that layer of protection to prevent others from breaking into his room. Moreover, there is not much in this room.

The door opened. Lothar's eyes stared directly at the figure that appeared in front of the door. The lights in the hallway were not bright, which saved him from having to spend time adjusting to the changes in light. The figure of the female mercenary stood there, only about ten steps away from the count, and despite the light, Lothar could still see her face clearly. As well as the wearing of the networm, this made his breath quick.

Miss Mercenary was not wearing the leather armor she had always liked, nor was the long dress prepared for her by Lothar's servants. It ’s a set of, uh, clothes that are too exposed to Losa ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ The name of Montenegro is on top, even in the most explicit novels, the Earl never thought that there would be a girl one day Dressed in front of him like this. Lothar's breath was rapid, and the heat on his cheek reminded him that his face must be very red at this time.

"You ..." Lothar wanted to ask the other party why he was dressed like this, but only after he said a word did he realize that his throat could not speak normally because of tension. In response, Networm reported an ambiguous smile. This smile made the earl's last struggle in the eyes disappear, he had to admit that after nearly two decades of celibacy, he could not resist the temptation of this woman.

The mercenary lady walked step by step towards the Earl of Montenegro in an elegant step. Her lines were so charming under the faint lights. Her eyes seemed to contain the mystery of the entire starry sky, holding Losa ’s attention firmly. Attracted, unable to distract.

As the networm gradually approached Lothar, the door of the room closed silently, and the unused door bolt was locked with invisible force. But for this scene, the count who had been unable to look away from him chose to turn a blind eye. In Lothar's mind, there were only those eyes, so beautiful, so deep, so ...

"Roar!" The lion's roar suddenly appeared in the count's mind, and a powerful force whipped along the fingertips of Lothar's finger to burrow into his mind like lightning.