The power of Hern's Hand dispelled the evil thoughts in Earl Montenegro's mind, allowing Lothar, who had been deeply under the influence of magic without realizing it, to regain his consciousness. This is not an easy thing. Generally speaking,

Once magic such as charm or mental slavery takes effect, it will be difficult for the person who is affected to rely on his own willpower to get rid of the influence of the magic. Fortunately, the count has a weapon at hand that can help him resist the magic, the witch-hunting knife.

The power manifests itself because the bearer is under the influence of magic.

Lothar's mind was clear, and now he could look at the person in front of him with normal vision. The moonlight coming from the window shone on the woman. Although it was not as bright as the light, it was enough for the Earl of Montenegro to see clearly the details that he had ignored.

Thanks to this, Lothar can be sure that the woman in front of her is definitely not a netizen.

"What's wrong? My Lord Earl." The person with the appearance of a female mercenary walked about three steps in front of the Earl and stopped. She seemed to see that something was wrong from Lothar's body movements, but out of fear of her own magic

She doesn't think this ordinary person can resist her charm.

"I'm thinking, if I asked a netizen, I mean a real netizen to wear this kind of clothes, would she pull my tongue out of her mouth and put it on the fire to roast." Lothar's tone was very relaxed, even

It sounded like he was joking, but his hand was already holding the battle ax tightly in the shadow where the moonlight could not reach.

After hearing the earl's words, the ambiguous smile on the woman's face froze. She didn't expect that her perfect disguise would be exposed, and she couldn't understand why Lothar could maintain himself from his own magic. The lion's head carved by Herne's hand

There was no dangerous red light flashing, and the battle ax now looked like a weapon made of ordinary iron.

But soon, the woman's face regained its confidence. She didn't think Lothar could pose any threat to her. The woman pretending to be a netizen still had a smile on her face. She walked to the Lord's bed and sat down.

Her white thighs were folded together, with her hands behind her back, looking at Lothar sitting on the chair by the window with interest.

"So, how did you tell?" The woman blinked her big eyes and looked at Earl Montenegro and asked. Being able to get rid of the influence of magic is one thing, but she has enough confidence that her current appearance should be the same as that of a netizen.

That was undoubtedly true. How Lothar could see through the fact that she was not a female mercenary all at once made her very curious.

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

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"For example?" No matter who this person with the face of a netizen is, she seems to be very persistent in her disguise. Although she is in danger now, she still insists on asking Lothar to tell how she saw through her disguise.

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"Eyes, your eyes are so eye-catching." In fact, the count originally wanted to use the word charming to describe the other person's eyes, but as he was about to say the words, he realized that this woman probably did not come with good intentions.

The smile on the fake mercenary's face became even thicker. She obviously noticed Lothar's true intention and was very impressed by the compliment. At the same time, the Earl of Montenegro had to admit that her smile eclipsed the moonlight. The woman turned her body towards

She leaned forward, put her two slender arms on her legs, and supported her chin with her right hand. This action made some parts of her more eye-catching.

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

The other party's words made the Earl a little embarrassed. He deliberately looked away from the fake networm, but he did not dare to look away for safety reasons. Lothar was not sure whether the other party was still trying to control him like before.

Or is his current reaction just out of physiological instinct? Suppressing this ridiculous thought, the count raised his head again, looked directly into the other person's eyes, and said.

"Fingers, your fingers are beautiful."

"Pfft." Lothar's overly serious tone and unabashed praise made the woman unable to hold back her laughter. Among all the men she had ever met, the Count of Montenegro was the most interesting one.

It can be seen that Lothar must have very strict discipline for herself, but on the other hand, Lothar's instinct makes him unable to refuse her. Watching the count constantly struggling between his rationality and sensibility is simply the best thing for her.

drama.

"Fingers? So your, um, Miss Networm, doesn't have beautiful fingers?" The woman stretched out her left hand and opened it to the moonlight. The five slender white fingers were like carved from jade.

"Her hands are the hands of a warrior. Yours are not, they are too weak and have no training at all." Earl Montenegro continued to speak in a serious tone. As a spider tamer, a female mercenary's hands would not be so beautiful.

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"Hehe, then, Mr. Earl of Montenegro, do you like these hands? Or do you like the hands of the female mercenary?" A naughty smile appeared on the corner of the woman's mouth. She took back her left hand and gently touched her lips with her index finger.

One o'clock, asked.

"I think the joking has stopped, Miss Qili." Lothar's voice could not hear the fluctuations, and there was no color in his eyes. The time spent through the question and answer was enough for the Earl to find out what was happening in front of him from his memory.

The true identity of this visitor. Those eyes belonged to only one person in his mind, that is, the witch who escaped from Jack during the day.

"Have you heard my name? From Emia?" The witch didn't seem surprised when the count called her name. She leaned back and put her hands on the bed, without any smile on her face.

Minus. She felt more and more that she came to get this tonight

It was a correct decision to take away the man from Hearn's hand. As for the task assigned to her by Kuila, Qili felt that she could let it go for now. Anyway, for the senior who was already old and in disgrace, Qili had just grown up.

There has always been a lack of respect for witches.

"The names of people like you always spread very quickly." Lothar shrugged, unwilling to disclose the source of his information. He didn't like the witch to dominate this conversation, so the count decided to ask his own question, "

And people like you wouldn't come to visit me late at night for no reason, right?"

"Hahaha..." Qili smiled. She smiled very happily after hearing Earl Montenegro's question. She knew what Lotsa was thinking. The Hand of Hern could protect Lothar's will from being controlled by the witch, but it could not.

To prevent the witch from interpreting his superficial consciousness. And Qili, she likes others, especially men, racking her brains in the hope of getting a proactive attempt from her. In order to reward Lothar's attempt, she decided to follow the count's ideas for the time being. So.

When the bell-like laughter stopped, the witch said.
Chapter completed!