The exit of "Let's do this" also eased Lothar's emotions a lot.

how to say?

　　 Havelte’s failure should be both sensible and reasonable.

　　 After all, the times are different.

　　Perhaps the era of magical civilization does have the means to change the weather in a region through extraordinary power.

　　 But even when the science is not very scientific, to launch such a large-scale spell, it requires a long-term preparation by an archmage above a magister. After the spell is successfully cast, a large amount of energy must be invested in maintenance for a long time.

　　 Now that the magic element is declining day by day, relying on two strange objects with weak effects, a half-hearted mage apprentice, trying to successfully cast such a spell, no matter how you think it is impossible.

　　 This is something that even if Javiertai is indeed super talented, the chances are slim.

　　 Lothar knew this, and Javier Tai knew it.

　　 That's why I said that I caught a ‘withered grass’.

　　 But even so, Javiertai did it, and Lothar still regretted his failure.

　　 In such a country, he is saddled with the stigma of a'juggler,' and there is really nothing else he can do.

　　 Success is the best, and if it fails, there is no regret. This is all the consciousness of Haveltai.

　　 And the reason Lothar feels down is only to "change the arid climate of Irland and give the common people a more living hope". This great cause has failed.

　　, at most, it's just that the failure is so abrupt, so non-dramatic, and somewhat unacceptable.

　　, not something, ‘I’ve done so much, and Javiertai paid such a big price, but in the end it is still dissatisfaction with this ending’.

　　 or something similar to the absurd feeling that Javiertai died like this, the sadness of a martyr.

　　 Probably even Javiertai, who chose this path, would not pay attention to these things.

　　 So even if the two people chose completely different paths, Lothar and Javiertai still have something in common in terms of value orientation.

In exchange for the purpose of'in order to restore the glory of the magical civilization, let the dirty blood disappear from the earth', even if the other party also insists on his own path, it will only make Lothar's heart of'kill him' more and more. Just be firm.

　　Where can there be any "regrets" and "sads"?

　　……

　　 The fire at Scansom didn't burn for too long, and it was less than three hours from the beginning to the end.

　　 After all, this abandoned village really has nothing to burn for too long.

　　 But considering the embers that may exist under the earth and rocks, Lothar didn't risk letting everyone into the village. Instead, take out the camping utensils from the inventory and spend the night in the farmland outside the village.

　　 After the sun rose completely the next day, there was not even a hint of smoke in the village. Lothar led the soldiers into the village to search for possible remains in the respect of Javiertai himself.

　　 Regrettably, because of the explosion first and the fire later, the group of people rummaged through the large pit created by the blasting several times, only to find some suspected broken bones.

　　 That's it, in fact, there are only three yuan for the total.

　　 Seeing that the time was not too early, Lothar simply found some dry wood from the surrounding area, filled the big hole with half his brain, then threw three bones on it, and lighted the fire again.

　　 It might be a good result to bury Javiertai in this place that changed his life tremendously.

　　 Seeing that the wood with the help of kerosene had burned quickly, Lothar sighed slightly, then turned and left without hesitation, continuing his journey back to Perth.

　　 Along the way, Lothar also unilaterally ran into the "iron head baby" he thought there should be no such thing.

　　 A small army of more than 30 people, led by a Midyard cavalry who had apparently been severely tortured, hurried towards Scansom.

　　 I don’t know if it’s because the nobles who sent troops didn’t believe the cavalry’s record of one-man enemy fifty; or they believed in the scene of the nobles’ vendetta deliberately arranged by Lothar, thinking that they would not be blocked by the ‘mysterious cavalry’.

　　 Of course, Lothar believes that the greatest possibility is simply ‘great fortune’.

　　 But this life-and-death operation broke Lothar's calculations by mistake.

　　 Because of the estimated speed and distance, this unit will be able to reach Scansom by tonight at the latest.

　　If Javiertai really drags it there before it starts, even if Lothar can shoot the weaker troops alone, it will only make the excuses given to the nobles of Elland to calm the incident become empty talk.

　　 Should you say, ‘people are not as good as the sky’? Or should we say, "A plan without detailed intelligence support is just a piece of rubbish"?

　　 Fortunately, things are fickle, and the final result is that Lothar's bystanders, the team that did not find them, hurried away.

　　 Then, I continued my journey.

　　 However, people's wishes were not fulfilled, and another change caused the journey that Lothar thought would stabilize, and stopped again.

　　 I don’t know if it’s magic or delay. When the team came to the city near Midloft again, a sudden heavy rain started.

　　 was indeed a heavy rain, although most of the time it was drizzle, but there was also a lot of continuous time, and the rainfall time reached more than one day and one night.

　　 Lothar deliberately took the flat-mouthed jar and measured it, and found that the total precipitation was about 18-20 mm.

　　 For the civilians in Irland who have been suffering for a long time, this heavy rain is indeed no different from a life-saving medicine.

　　 So, even if the trip was blocked for three days, Lothar still felt happy in his heart.

　　 "Unfortunately, it's just too late."

It is now late May, even if the seeds of spring ploughing have not completely withered, and the weather is going smoothly in Airland from now on, until the beginning of autumn at the end of July (Irland’s dimension is higher than Pasley, a period of time in the autumn morning). It's just earing.

　　 There is no harvest at all.

　　 Probably only when the first frost falls, some of the grain will mature.

　　 But even so, for the civilians in Airland, the chances of surviving would be much greater.

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　　 Those straws that nobles look down upon, but they are also things that can survive.

　　 For Javiertai, this is probably a glimmer of hope bestowed by God.

　　 Is it magic or not? Lothar himself knew nothing more.

　　 The gem that quietly appeared in his inventory when he was absent was the most illustrative of the problem.

　　 "By the way, Harratt, the one called...'Dylan' should be a woman, right?"

　　 On the way to start again, Lothar looked at the sticking soil beside the road and suddenly asked.

　　 "It's Die Lan, Lord Lothar," after correcting the pronunciation of the Lord, Harat replied, "Yes, she is indeed a woman.

　　 Although she is really skinny, there is still something faintly on her chest.

　　 More importantly, if you observe carefully, you will find that even though she has become so thin, it is still difficult to see the sensation of her Adam's apple when she speaks. "

　　 "Hey," Lothar suddenly laughed, "I really didn't pay much attention to this."

　　 "However, there is a woman who is always by her side when she is dying. Think about it, Javiertai is not worthy of pity."

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