People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 192 Epilogue
Lothar didn't speak.

He is hesitating.

If it wasn't for the lack of certainty, he felt that physically destroying Elise would be the most worry-free.

There is no need to think about what kind of disaster this abyss lord who can only reach the human world will cause in the future.

"What the hell did you do to me?"

A look of astonishment suddenly appeared on Elise's face.

He could feel the hostility hidden in his heart towards this human wizard, which was rapidly declining.

The invisible but real power of rules is changing his cognition.

Even if he is in an unprecedented weak state, this kind of terrifying power that can distort his cognition, I am afraid that even in her heyday, she will feel fear.

This is completely different from what she thought at first, just restricting him from attacking Lothar.

"Go away and wait for my summons. If there is a need in the future, I will find you."

Lothar waved his hand. Since he didn't limit the opponent's ability, he might as well be happy.Let her go.

Anahad's face flushed red, seeing the two men's aura gradually restrained, he couldn't help it anymore, and said: "We can't let him go."

Elise's eyes turned cold, and she was already extremely depressed, but now she wanted to crush this nasty bug into pieces in front of Lothar.

Lothar's expression did not change, and he wrote lightly: "Ah, yes, I promised this witcher to keep his school. I am a person of credibility, so..."

Elise gave Anahad a hateful look, and squeezed a flattering smile on her face: "Since it is your wish, I will naturally obey it. There are powerful wizards like you in this world, I would rather be In the abyss, it will not come easily."

Lothar waved his hand noncommittally.

Elise immediately got into Hannah's body again, and Hannah suddenly opened his eyes, looked at Anahad again with hatred, saluted Lothar perfunctorily, and left impatiently.

If possible, he would rather never see this hateful human wizard in his life—although he is still quite tangible, if he can be his spouse, he will definitely help him expand his territory in the abyss.

and many more!

Although I'm in charge of lust, I'm not a succubus kind of brat. How could I have such a terrible idea?

Is this also the power of rules?

Elise's pace of leaving became more hurried.

She was eager to try it out, whether the farther she was from Lothar, the less affected she would be.

...

in the room.

The lights flickered.

Anahad said to Lothar with some concern: "Thank you for your last words, but what I want to know is..."

Lothar shook his head and interrupted his question: "I know what you want to ask, but I don't have a deep bond with this demon, and I can't guarantee that he will really give up revenge on you. "

Anahad was a little afraid to say: "But this demon was clearly terrified of your methods before."

Lothar sighed lightly, not interested in explaining to him, but said: "I will give you a suggestion, no matter whether Elise chooses revenge or not, you should move out of Warsaw with your school."

"Your suggestion is very good."

Anahad was silent for a moment, and said in a low voice: "Although I didn't achieve my goal this time, I still want to thank you for your help. Without you, I would have been killed by this broken demon."

"Ah."

Lothar felt tired for a while, and it was quite a sad thing for him to fight against a cunning demon like Elise and have to do a good job of role-playing.

Anahad said in a low voice: "Then I will take my leave."

"Ah."

Lothar waved.

"Wait a moment."

Prajna stopped Anahad: "My lord, have you forgotten one thing?"

"Oh, right!"

Lothar was stunned for a while.

He squeezed the space between his brows, pulled himself together and asked, "As you can see, Demon Hunter, because I often study dark magic, it has eroded my spirit to a certain extent."

"I want to know, how do you demon hunters deal with the erosion of your spirit caused by the power of demons?"

Anahad froze for a moment, and said, "Will a powerful wizard like you suffer from erosion?"

Lothar said "hmm": "The erosion I have to deal with is far stronger than you think."

Anahad lowered his head, a trace of frustration flashed in his eyes: "We don't have any special coping methods, we just practice a kind of meditation method, keep exercising, and improve our spiritual power-this kind of meditation method is popular among wizards. It's not uncommon, so you might be disappointed."

"Should I still improve my spiritual power?"

Lothar frowned.

"I see, let's go, I hope, we will have a chance to meet again in the future."

He waved his hand, said some polite words, and watched Anahad leave.

Fulingira snorted softly, "I thought it was something special, and I originally wanted to open a topic for it."

Lothar said helplessly: "It's not all useless. At least it gave me an idea. I should try to ask Anna for a meditation method, but I haven't figured out what chips to exchange."

Furingilla sighed lightly: "My lord, you have to be prepared to be disappointed, the speed of meditation is very slow, and it is far behind your speed of upgrading—maybe you can only improve a few points in a year. "

Banruo whispered: "Is this why you sleep every night?"

Furingilla's face froze: "Meditation is useless at all, and the longer our blood race sleeps, the stronger it becomes—like the ancestor, his old man spends 90.00% of his time sleeping in a year."

"Ah."

Banruo smiled mockingly, and turned to say: "You should have a sense of urgency this time, this demon is in such a weak state, neither of us are sure to kill it."

Fringila was also a little frustrated and said: "That's right, otherwise, you wouldn't have to work so hard to make false claims with this eunuch devil who is neither male nor female."

She showed a firm expression, as if she had made up her mind and said, "My lord, you have to work harder to make money so that you can upgrade me."

Lothar rolled his eyes, is this your painful decision?
Banruo snorted softly: "In terms of being able to fight, Rang Na is far better than you, why not promote me, which can bring more security to adults."

Lothar, who was already very sleepy, looked at the two of them helplessly.

Seeing Captain Hogg about to speak, he couldn't help holding his forehead, and said distressedly: "You don't want to want it, do you?"

Captain Hogg said with some embarrassment: "Don't worry, my lord. I just want to make a request. Every time I rob enemy merchant ships in the future, I can use a part of them for upgrading."

After he finished speaking, he was afraid that Lothar would be dissatisfied, and added: "My lord, you also know that I am the master of weirdness across the Mediterranean Sea. The most terrifying ocean disaster that the sailors passed on by word of mouth, today I will let others be fooled." I'm dismissed like a little guy, how can I swallow this breath?"

Lothar nodded helplessly: "Okay, if it's just your own capture, then of course it's no problem."

The reason why he didn't invest all his money in the upgrade of his subordinates was, to put it bluntly, the difference between output and investment.

He needs to operate his own territory and obtain wealth continuously.

Instead of just doing a one-shot deal, put all the money on the same subordinate first.

Moreover, the further the promotion of the same subordinate, the higher the cost and the lower the price-performance ratio.

With all the wealth that Lothar has ever owned, he can only pile up a six-star to the level of the first-tier elite level at most.

Moreover, special materials have to be used for eliteization, but Lothar has not had time to experience what has been changed by the magic in this world.

After all, none of his subordinates have reached the elite requirements at the full level.

"Go to rest early today, Flynn, remember to find someone to notify Archbishop William for me, saying that the thief has been caught."

"After I have an audience with His Majesty tomorrow, it's time to set off for Ella Port. I haven't cleaned up the local chieftains of Alan Deli there. After finishing all of them, I should be able to raise a sum of money. "

Lothar pinched his eyebrows again, this time the consumption was really not small.

If he continued to act like this, he felt that if he chose to turn against Elise in the end, he might not have enough mental strength to use the Holy Lance.

"Dark Lord" is easy to use, but it is only oppressive in momentum. After all, it is more confident without the improvement of its own strength.

(End of this chapter)