Dawn of the Grey Tower

The power of the hand of Hearn dispelled the evil thoughts in the mind of the Earl of Montenegro, so that Losa, who had been deeply immersed in the influence of magic, regained his consciousness. This is not an easy task. Generally speaking, once magic such as charm or spiritual enslavement takes effect, it is difficult for the people recruited to get rid of the influence of magic by their own willpower. Fortunately, the earl had a weapon on his side that would help him resist the magic power, and the power of the witch hunt knife was revealed because the holder was affected by the magic.

Lothar's mind was clear, and now he could look at the people in front of him with normal sight. The moonlight coming out of the window hit the woman, although not as good as the light, but enough to allow the earl of Montenegro to see the details that he ignored. Thanks to this, Losa can be sure that this woman is definitely not a networm.

"What's wrong? My Count Lord." The man with the appearance of the maid walked to the Count and stopped about three steps. She seemed to see something wrong with Lothar's body movements, but out of magic for herself Trust, she does not feel that this ordinary person can resist her charm.

"I was thinking, if I asked the net worm, I mean the real net worm put on this kind of dress, would she pull my tongue out of her mouth and put it on the fire to roast." Lothar's tone was relaxed, even It sounds like a joke, but his hand is already tightly holding the battle axe in the shadow that the moonlight can't reach.

Hearing the earl's words, the ambiguous smile on the woman's face froze. She didn't expect her perfect disguise to be taken apart, and she couldn't understand why Lothar could keep herself from her magic. The lion head carved on Hern's hand did not flash a dangerous red light. This battle axe now looks just like the weapon made by Fan Tie.

But soon, the woman's face regained her confidence, and she didn't think Lothar could pose any threat to herself. The woman who pretended to be a networm still had a smile on her face. She walked to the side of Lord ’s bed and sat down, her white thighs were folded together, her hands were behind her, and she looked at Luo, who was sitting in a chair by the window, with interest Sa.

"So, how did you see it?" The woman asked, blinking her big eyes, looking at the earl of Montenegro. Being able to get rid of the influence of magic is one thing, but she has enough self-confidence that she should now be undoubtedly right with the Networm. How could Losa suddenly see her as a female mercenary makes her very curious.

"In fact, there are many different places. Although at first glance you look the same, many details are different." Lothar raised his eyebrows, feeling a little surprised that the other party did not run or attack, but instead sat on his bed. .

"For example?" No matter who the man with the networm's face is, she seems to be very obsessed with her disguise. Although she is now in danger, she still insists on telling Losa how to see through her disguise. .

"Eyes, your eyes are too eye-catching." In fact, the earl originally wanted to use the word charming to describe each other's eyes, and he was about to speak before realizing that this woman might not have come in good faith.

The smile on the fake mercenary's face was even stronger. She apparently noticed Lothar's original intention, and she was also highly praised by the other party. At the same time the Earl of Montenegro had to admit that her smile overshadowed the moonlight. The woman leaned forward, her two long arms on her legs, and her right hand propped her chin. This action made some parts of her more eye-catching.

"I think it's not just eyes, but what?" The woman continued to ask. She noticed that Lothar's eyes had been attracted by her movements to where she wanted to stand out, which made her very happy.

The other party's words embarrassed the Earl. He deliberately moved his eyes away from the fake networm, but for safety reasons he dared not go too far. Lothar ca n’t be sure if the other person is still trying to control his own intellect as he just did, or his current reaction is actually just out of instinct? Suppressing this ridiculous idea, the count raised his head again, looking directly at the other person's eyes and said.

"Finger, your finger is beautiful."

"Poof." Lothar's excessively solemn tone and unabashed praise made the woman laugh out loud. Of all the men she has seen, this Earl of Montenegro is the most interesting one. She can see that Lothar must have very strict discipline to herself, but on the other hand, Lothar ’s instincts can make him unable to refuse her, It was the best drama for her to watch the Earl continue to struggle between her own reason and emotion.

"Fingers? So this one of you, um, Miss Networm's fingers are not beautiful?" The woman stretched out her left hand and opened it to the moonlight. The five long white fingers were carved like jade.

"Her hand is the hand of a warrior. Yours is not, it is too weak, and has never experienced training at all." The Earl of Montenegro continued to speak in a flat tone. As a spider trainer, the hand of a maid would not be so beautiful. .

"Hee hee, then, Lord Count Montenegro, do you like these hands? Or do you like the hand of the maid of mercy?" The woman's mouth showed a mischievous smile. She withdrew her left hand and put her index finger gently on her lips. A little, asked.

"I think the joke can be more than enough, Miss Qilie." Lothar's voice could not be heard, and there was no noise in his eyes. The time delayed by the question and answer was enough for the count to find out from memory. The true identity of this visitor. Those eyes belong to only one person in his impression, that is, the witch who escaped from Jack during the day ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ Have you heard my name? From emia? "When the earl called her name, the witch didn't seem surprised. She leaned back and put her hands on the bed, the smile on her face was not diminished. She felt more and more that she came here tonight and took away Hern. The man in the hand is the right decision. As for the tasks assigned to her by Kyula, Qi Li feels that she can let it go first. Anyway, for the old and shameless senior, the young witch like Qi Li has always lacked Respect.

"The names of people like you are always very fast." Lothar shrugged, unwilling to disclose the source of his information. He did n’t like the witch to dominate the conversation, so the count decided to ask his own question, “and people like you wo n’t come to visit me late at night for no reason, right?”

"Hahaha ..." Qi Li smiled. She smiled happily after hearing the question from the Earl of Montenegro. She knew Lothar's thoughts. Hern's hand can protect Lothar's will from witch control, but it can't stop the witch from interpreting his surface consciousness. And Qi Li, she likes others, especially men, she racked her brains hoping to get a proactive attempt from her. In order to reward Lothar's attempt, she decided to follow the earl's idea for the time being. So when the silver bell-like laughter stopped, the witch said.

"That's right, my Mr. Losa. So do you want to guess what my purpose is?"