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Chapter 592: Inner and Outer Worlds
The girl's terrified eyes seemed like she was looking at a monster.

Losa did not approach her rashly, but just sat down casually beside her and chatted with her casually.

At first, she didn't dare to respond to Losa's words, but as time went on, maybe she believed Losa's explanation, or maybe she really had a big heart and could talk freely even in front of her enemy. In short, the two of them chatted very lively.

This time, he remained awake for a long time.

The two also talked for a long time.

With his excellent learning ability, he even learned some of the girl's language.

During the conversation, Lothar learned that the girl had never heard of the Crusades.

In other words, the First Crusade most likely never even started.

The Vikings and Slavs in the Novgorod region where she lived had just converted to Orthodoxy along with the princes in the south. She learned Greek from a missionary who had just arrived in the territory.

In other words, he came to the past timeline.

But the ghost dragon is obviously not the bronze dragon that controls time in the game that Lothar has played, so this world is most likely from the past in the ghost dragon's memory.

It's hard to get out.

The ghost dragon is a kind of evil spirit dragon that is born from a physical body. This kind of dragon abandons its original body and is a new life born from the old soul. When converted into a spellcaster, its mental power is frighteningly high.

The heaviness of its soul brought by its long lifespan is not comparable to that of Losa.

That is to say, most of the ghost dragon's long life is spent in sleep. Only with his experience as a human in two lifetimes can Lothar barely resist a little.

"Lothar, you will turn into that dragon later, right?"

"Correct."

"Will you wake up next time?"

"do not know."

The girl was thoughtful. Although she still couldn't quite understand the relationship between Lothar and the dragon, she could see that they should be two different individuals. The former was a tyrannical and cruel dragon, while the latter was a handsome prince with a gentle voice and elegant manners.

It is difficult to find such a handsome and elegantly-spoken prince in the entire Rus region and the Scandinavian Peninsula.

The two don't seem to match each other at all.

Lothar smiled bitterly. He hesitated for a moment, then said, "I will take you down the mountain in a while."

He didn't know if there was any point in doing this. If this was really the world in Guilong's memory as he guessed, everything here was an illusion, and even if he intervened, it would not have any impact.

On the contrary, the more he interfered, the sooner the ghost dragon would become aware of his presence.

Prajna and the others must be very anxious now.

Lothar sighed softly.

Especially Cherinina, she should be the one who blames herself the most now.

In fact, Losa really didn't blame Cherinina for acting on her own. The enemy had such a terrifying monster. If they really got on the battlefield, they would be attacked. By then, more people would die.

Semanud.

Inside the Governor's Palace.

A group of followers gathered in the courtyard.

Even Urdin, wearing an old bishop's vestment, stood at the back of the crowd.

"Don't worry, sir, nothing's wrong."

Prajna said in a firm voice to the followers who came to visit her.

After Lothar fell into a coma, the group no longer had the desire to continue fighting with the enemy. In addition, other spellcasters from Saladin's Mage Advisory Group took action, and the power of both sides became balanced, so the group chose to retreat.

"I'm sorry, if it wasn't my own decision."

Cherinina's eyes were red. She didn't know how she had gotten through the past two days.

As an assassin, he should have been the sharpest knife in the master's hand, but he ended up hurting the person he was loyal to.
Prajna gently reached out her hand and ruffled Cherinina's long blue-gray hair: "It's okay, don't forget who I am. No one knows more about the soul than me. The master is just unconscious for a while. He will defeat the dragon and wake up safely soon."

After she finished speaking, she said loudly, "Please go back, everyone, and return to your respective positions. I will summon you all as soon as the master wakes up."

After some communication, most people were finally fooled, leaving only Jeanne in the yard with a frown on her face.

She has always been cheerful and generous, but at this moment she was not as calm as Prajna.

Jeanna lowered her voice: "They are all gone, can you tell me the truth now?"

Prajna still had a gentle smile on her face: "I never thought that the Lord would have his soul devoured by a beast. Jeanna, don't underestimate the Lord. I believe that even without us, the Lord can still accomplish great deeds that will amaze the world."

"Xie Lingyun, go back and let Prajna come out and talk to me!"

Jeanna's tone was very impatient. She really didn't like Prajna's indifferent and peaceful look.

"When I fought alongside Little Flag, you were nowhere to be found. How could I underestimate him? But a battle on the soul level is so dangerous. Of course, it's no problem for you and me, but how long do adults live? Are we just going to wait like this?"

Prajna nodded and said, "Yes, just wait like this."

"What if he needs our help?"

Prajna asked back, "How do you think you can help?"

"I don't know, but I definitely won't just sit here and wait. I'll go find Anna or other witches. There are all kinds of supernatural powers in this world. I don't believe there isn't someone who specializes in studying the soul."

Prajna sighed softly.

"It's too late. In the battle of souls, one day outside may be a hundred years inside. According to the current progress, the master should wake up in three days at most."

She believed that the one who had awakened must be Lothar, not the ghost dragon who was trying to usurp her throne.

Prajna still had a peaceful and gentle smile on her face: "If you believe me, just go back and wait peacefully, take care of your military affairs, and everything will be fine."

Jeanna breathed a sigh of relief, lowered her head, and her voice was no longer so domineering: "I'm sorry, Prajna, I shouldn't have said those words. I believe what you said, the adults will wake up. With the ability of that bad boy, how can a brainless dragon do anything to him."

"Right, that is it."

Prajna's tone was very firm, and she returned to the house only after Jeanna left.

She glanced at Losa who was "sleeping peacefully" on the bed, and then bent over the desk.

There were piles of papers on the table, all with the same sentence written on them. They were written in Latin, Greek, Gaulish, ancient Runic, Chinese, Japanese and countless other languages, and the content was just a simple line of sentences.

"Lothar will defeat the ghost dragon spirit and wake up safely."

The gift of the fairy in the book, "writing to become a god", can not only be used for summoning, but also has some slight effect of cause and effect. As long as something is written down, it will be fulfilled to a certain extent.

However, Prajna herself was not sure. With her current "weak" strength, this ability that once seemed to have the power of heaven to sever a river with a stroke of the pen, summon thunder, and mark the death of anyone in the book of life and death, could still be effective.

But even if it's just a little bit, it's worth it.

Lavinia was silently writing the code. Although her face showed no emotion and she looked like she was working seriously, her ears drooped in frustration between her short brown hair. The pen tip fell, and the words she drew were all unconscious short sentences.

"I want power."

"I never thought it was such an important thing until I lost it."

The judge sighed softly.

After traveling to this world, her strength is less than half of what it used to be, and even the most important enhancement law has been restricted. If it were not for this, she should be able to help a lot now.

But she can't do anything now.

In the lord's hall.

At the foot of the steps was a nobleman wearing a blue fleur-de-lis.

He was an envoy under King Philip, and at this moment he said with a haughty look: "Mr. Grand Treasurer, the most honorable Augustus, the only monarch of all Gaul, His Majesty Philip hopes to meet His Excellency the Grand Marshal at the banquet tonight."

Kurs said in a low voice: "I'm sorry, Your Excellency the Duke would love to attend His Majesty's banquet, but Your Excellency the Duke has been unwell in recent days and needs to rest. I can only reluctantly decline His Majesty's kind invitation."

The messenger's tone remained unchanged: "Mr. Grand Treasurer, my Majesty has brought with him a court physician with superb medical skills. If the Grand Marshal needs it, my Majesty will be happy to send this physician to treat the Grand Marshal."

Kurs smiled and said, "Your Excellency may not know since you have just arrived in the Holy Land, but the person recognized as the most skilled doctor in the Holy Land is the Bishop of the Order of Saint Lazarus, His Excellency Urdin of the Alandre Diocese. He has already treated my Lord the Duke, and he only needs to rest for three to five days to recover."

"That would be perfect."

The messenger's smile was full of meaning: "But your Excellency is the Grand Marshal of the Crusaders that are conquering Egypt. On the eve of the decisive battle, if you cannot recover in time, I hope you can put the overall situation first and give up this position as soon as possible."

Kurth smiled but said nothing: "If my master really can't recover in time, he will naturally not occupy the empty position and delay important matters. I just don't know which monarch should give up the position of marshal if this really happens?"

Of course it’s my Majesty!
The envoy was about to blurt out something, but he quickly closed his mouth, bowed his head and said, "Of course, it was jointly nominated by the lords."

Watch the messenger leave.

Coors chuckled and said, "It's a pity he didn't fall for it."

In his opinion, the alliance between King Richard the Lionheart and King Philip the Fox was pitifully fragile. The reason why they showed signs of joining forces was simply to put pressure on their own side which had an absolute advantage.

Once their side chooses to back down, it will be these two kings, who seem to have a close relationship, who will start the endless fighting.

Fringilla suddenly appeared beside Kurs, her tone full of murderous intent: "I hate this man, and I also hate those two human kings. I want to kill them tonight!"

Kurth smiled bitterly and said, "My lady, at this moment, don't provoke others. King Richard the Lionheart and King Philip are both accompanied by powerful spellcasters. You alone may not be their opponent."

"I don't care. If you, my Lord, can't wake up, I will kill everyone!"

Fringilla's tone was filled with tears: "Don't live anymore, all of you will be buried with the master! What the master can't get, no one else can get!"

Kurth sighed softly and whispered soothingly: "Miss, if the time really comes, if this is really your wish, I will help you."

He personally helped Losa create this foundation, but in fact, as far as Coors himself was concerned, he didn't really care about this business.

Lothar needs him to do this, and that is his duty. But if Lothar is gone, he will destroy it without hesitation just because of his lady's words - perhaps, these blood monsters are supposed to take this path.

He paused, and continued, "But Miss, Miss Cherinina is your friend. Personally, I think she is not to blame for what happened this time. Are you taking your anger out on your only friend?"

Fringilla's voice rose: "Don't try to persuade me, Kurth!"

"I not only blame Cherinina, but also Prajna, Jeanna, and everyone present here - aren't they six-stars? Aren't they stronger than me? Why can't they take care of the adults' safety?"

"They can't even do such a small thing. I don't blame them. Do they still want me to comfort them?!"

The red in the sad vampire girl's eyes seemed like a blazing flame. Anger, hatred, sadness, fear, and all kinds of emotions made Kurs, who just looked at her, feel his heart tremble.

At this moment, he felt as if he saw his own master.

The bloody lord known to the world as Count Dracula.

(End of this chapter)