In the Middle Ages, people drew cards to be promoted to nobility.

"How long has it been?"

Fringilla opened her eyes, and the familiar furnishings in the room made her immediately recognize that she was in a room at the "Oak and Hazel" hotel.

The dizziness in the head is still very serious. If it is an ordinary mage, overdrawing all the magic power at once will probably leave serious sequelae, or even brain death.

Even with a vampire's powerful physique, it still takes a long time to recuperate before waking up.

She subconsciously licked her lips, a sweet taste that made her a little addicted.

"Where is your lord?"

"I'm like this and you don't even leave anyone to take care of me?"

The sense of grievance, like a weed, thrived in Fulin's heart.

Footsteps gradually approached.

She quickly closed her eyes again and pretended to be unconscious.

Lothar placed the freshly baked honey cake sprinkled with nuts on the table and looked at the still unconscious Flynn with some concern.

Fulin likes chocolate, which proves that she should like sweets, so he specially borrowed the oven and baked a decent-tasting cake based on the memory of his previous life.

"Why hasn't Fulin woke up yet?"

Lothar sighed softly. There was a shallow, healed wound on his wrist: "Isn't it said that the blood of the dragonborn is a great tonic for vampires? I have fed her three times."

Prajna frowned and said nothing.

Lothar stood up and said, "I'm going to the toilet, Prajna. Please take care of Fulin for me for a while."

"I have to follow you."

Lothar looked into Prajna's brown eyes with some embarrassment: "I'm just going to the toilet. I'll be back soon. Nothing will happen in such a short time, right?"

Prajna whispered: "You said before that you can protect yourself before we arrive, but it turns out that you can't. So, you have to do what I say."

Her attitude was tough.

The system beep sounded suddenly.

Your epic retinue, Fringilla's intimacy with you has been increased to Close.

Lothar was slightly startled. He looked at Fringilla, who was still pale and unconscious, and was a little confused.

If you can get the feedback of improved intimacy, Fulin must have woken up, right?

At this time, Prajna had already stood up, came to the corridor, and said to Lothar: "Let's go, I won't stare at your key parts. To me, they are not worth peeping."

Fringilla couldn't control her mood and yelled: "Fart, you old pervert, you even watch adults when they go to the toilet, don't you have any sense of shame?"

The corners of Prajna's mouth raised slightly, and she whispered: "It's more shameful than lying on the bed pretending to be unconscious even though you're clearly awake."

Lothar let out a sigh of relief: "It turns out you were just faking it. I thought something went wrong."

"My lord, did you feed me your blood?"

"Well, by killing the evil god, I happened to get a piece of dragon blood. Prajna said that this blood is a great tonic for vampires and can relieve your injuries."

Fringilla said a little shyly: "Thank you."

Lothar rubbed her smooth white hair, and there was a hint of pampering in her tone unconsciously: "This is what I should do, eat the cake and taste my craftsmanship."

At this time.

There was a commotion outside the window.

Lothar took a look and found that the knights of the Royal Knights were surrounding Pepin and were about to duel with the Montreal Knights who had insulted the Royal Knights' record last night.

He had no interest in watching the battle.

There are only a few knights in Montreal who are highly skilled in martial arts. The knight with pimples on his face has shown a guilty conscience and timidity several times. It is obvious that he is not in this category.

Pepin will win this battle.

Prajna urged: "Sir, don't you want to go to the toilet?"

Lothar was surprised: "Didn't you just say that on purpose to tease Fulin?"

A hint of speechlessness flashed through Prajna's beautiful big eyes: "Sir, do you think I am such a leisurely person?"

Fringilla argued with reason: "No, absolutely not, this is too shameful, silly big man, you have not considered the dignity of the Lord at all. He is our loyal lord, how can you let you see those indecent things?" scene?"

Lothar felt that the only hint of urination she had had was suppressed.

The thought of being watched by others when peeing made me want to dig out a room with three living rooms on the floor with my toes, and the embarrassment came to my mind.

"My lord, Saladin's envoy has arrived."

Hans's voice sounded outside the door at the right time.

Lothar let out a sigh of relief and thought to himself, Hans is indeed my loyal minister, and he can save me from fire and water every time. He quickly said: "Let them come to see me."

Lothar went to the room on the top floor where Zahir was being held.

Hearing the noise, Zahir, who was lying on the bed, raised his eyes slightly: "What, the person who came to redeem me has already arrived?"

"That's right."

He turned over and jumped up quickly, with a hint of joy on his face: "Great, I have to say, you are so boring here, you don't even want to give me a beautiful maid."

Lothar said coldly: "This is all for your safety. The news that you were captured by us has leaked out. You should know how many people in this city hate you to the core."

Zaheer led his troops to sack several villages affiliated with Montreal. This was the hometown of many knights and sergeants in this city.

Zahir said nonchalantly: "This is something you should consider, not me."

The door was pushed open.

A Saracen, dressed as a businessman and tanned by the sun, came in.

"Baron Lothar, I am my king's envoy. I have brought you the ransom you requested. Your cavalry is checking it."

The messenger touched his left shoulder and saluted Lothar.

Lothar also made a sign of the cross in front of him: "Messenger, please sit down. If the number is accurate, I will naturally let Prince Zahir go with you."

Prince Zahir glanced at him with an ugly expression and whispered, "Why are you here?"

The messenger smiled and said: "As your uncle, I am worried about your safety, so I came here in person. Isn't it normal?"

"Are you Savodin?"

Lothar said in surprise.

The messenger smiled and said: "Baron Lothar, you have pretended to be me, don't you even know my appearance?"

Lothar frowned and said, "Aren't you afraid that I will take the opportunity to arrest you too?"

Savodin smiled and said: "My king once said that although Count Werner is cruel and cruel, he is a very trustworthy person. I believe his son is the same."

"you flatter me."

Lothar nodded slightly.

He indeed had no intention of killing Savoddin. He was a powerful enemy, but it was not worth the risk of Lothar's life-and-death struggle with Saladin to murder him.

Hans walked into the room and whispered in Lothar's ear: "The number is accurate, the quality is excellent, two thousand Suludes, just a little more."

Lothar nodded and said: "In this case, Lord Savoddin, as promised, I will let you and Prince Zahir go."

Savodin nodded slightly: "Baron Lothar, thank you for honoring your agreement."

"If the will of the Holy Fire requires us to fight each other, when we meet on the battlefield next time and I catch you, I will generously grant you freedom."

Lothar said deeply: "If it were me, I would kill you."

Seeing Savodin's puzzled expression, Lothar said: "You decided to grant me freedom because you thought I was no threat to you; I decided to kill you if I had the chance because I recognized you as the biggest threat to the kingdom. "

Savodin was slightly startled and said subconsciously: "No, I'm not."

"I am the king!"

A trace of embarrassment appeared on Savoddin's face. He subconsciously looked at Zahir aside and found that the little prince who was favored by Saladin was staring at him with dissatisfaction.

Savodin said helplessly: "Since when did the Franks, who are regarded as barbarians, start playing word games?"

Lothar smiled: "May the Holy Fire bless you, whom I recognize as the most respectable and terrifying opponent in the Zoroastrian world, Governor Savoddin."

It was obviously a compliment, but Savoddin felt like a sharp sword coated with poison.

He waved his hand to Lothar as if on pins and needles, then stood up and said, "Farewell, sharp-tongued Frank."

Watching Savoddin leave, Lothar ordered: "Send someone to keep an eye on them. I suspect that Savoddin has other plans when he comes to Montreal."

Hans immediately took the order and left.