The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"Do you hate me that much?!" She covered her mouth, and an uncontrollable cry came between her fingers: "Are you here to do this tonight?! Come to humiliate me?!"

Zelin said nothing, he hugged the elf and kissed her neck and profile.

She kept sniffing.

"There is no one else here."

The soundproofing effect of the private meeting room is very good, even the nearest patrol soldier did not hear any cry.

Half an hour later, Francesca sat on Zelin's lap, rubbing her red and swollen eyes, taking a breath from time to time.

"Is it better?" Zelin's fingers stroked the elf's cheek, only a slight redness could be seen on it. "Does it hurt?"

"Will you ask if the corpse hurts after the murder?" Enid said irritably. "Or to apologize to the corpse when the monster's corpse is sliced ​​away?"

"I will not inquire about the corpse, because if it is not necessary, I will try to avoid killing people, let alone killing innocent people. Any good swordsman will ultimately have his fate on another faster sword." Zelin Said in Enid's ear. "No swordsman can escape this fate, unless he is no longer a swordsman."

The elf gently rubbed his legs, lowered his head, and moved a little away from Zelin's cheeks.

"I know what you want to tell me. I have to stop the conspiracy to avoid dying on another higher conspiracy? No, Zelin, this road has already begun. I can't stop now. This war must be divided. Winning, only the winner can survive, I will definitely win, and I must win. You are warning me, right?" She subconsciously wiped her cheek: "When I make a decision later, I will consider it carefully. And when there is something about the north, I will definitely ask for your suggestions."

"Yes." Zelin took a deep breath and exhaled slowly: "No."

Enid turned his head slightly and looked sideways at Zelin. But Zelin didn't give her an answer. His memories returned to the conversation with the elves in the castle before going to Azeroth.

He asked if the death of Foltest's son had anything to do with her, and she answered no.

Tisaya told him everything after using a mind-reading with Ambassador Hillard. Those questions are not important at all, he already knew the answers.

"I've been waiting for you to confess to me, Enid."

"Huh?"

"If Foltest has an heir, Tamoria will still be united. If Nilfgaard is defeated again, the pressure of the three Civil Wars will be enough to promote a new northern empire. A newly established empire, the emperor must have a strong Power, this is the worst situation for Hundred Flowers Valley. Therefore, Foltest must die, and Tamoria must not unite, otherwise Nilfgard may fall into the same situation as the previous war. Ending."

Enid's body trembled a little, and Zelin held her in his arms.

"Some things can never be fooled, right?" Zelin asked in a low voice. "How I hope that the master is not you behind the scenes, so that I can find the master, kill him, hold his head, and go to the tomb of the little prince Lomune and tell him that I am sorry for not being able to complete your father. Promised, but now I am revenge for you. I can’t, because the master is you, but I can’t do nothing. I don’t know how to face Foltest, whether he thinks it or not. Do I have to take responsibility? I cannot remain indifferent after knowing who the murderer is."

"...You can do the same now." Enid stared at the ground. She never looked into Zelin's eyes: "If it makes you feel better."

"No, that will only make me feel more uncomfortable."

"You don't lack me." The elf's voice became smaller, and tears came from his eyes: "The embrace of a woman next to you can make you forget me soon."

"I never forgot you."

"You would rather write to other people than talk to me with a telescope." She wiped the corner of her eye vigorously: "When you go to another world, the first thing you do is to use a telescope to get in touch with me. You said That world is dangerous. I set up encryption, but you didn’t even reply to your letter.”

"Remember that I gave you a book that records the history of the Elf Kingdom? That's not a story book, Enid. You are always so confident that you think your magic is seamless, just like your strategy, you will surely succeed." Ze Lin Qing Stroking the elf's back. "Have you considered the consequences if you fail? I can only do this, I can't take risks."

The elf was silent.

Zelin also had no words, he was waiting.

She didn't raise her head until a maid knocked on the door.

"Your Majesty, the new jug is ready."

"Just leave it at the door." She rubbed the corner of her eyes: "Don't knock on the door without my request."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The footsteps outside the door gradually faded away, and Francesca sighed heavily as if she had come back to her senses again. "I have never dared to tell you, I am afraid...I am afraid that you are angry. I want to wait until you are in a good mood before confessing to you. I..."

She raised her head, opened her mouth slightly, paused for a few seconds, and finally lowered her head again.

"I'm sorry..."

In the past, she had never seen Zelin angry at her, Zelin had been helping her, and was only giving way and patience to her willfulness and making things difficult. She has never seen impatience or anger in the patience of the demon hunter. She thinks she understands Zelin's temper and thinks that he will never get angry at herself. This gave her the illusion that he would always be on her side and unconditionally support her plans and actions, just like after the Coup in Sinide.

"I was wrong..."

"Let this go beforehand, we can't make time go back." Zelin rubbed his forehead: "It's not early, I should go, I have left in your palace the gold brought by another world. Just like in the past, turn them into crowns. If you need it, leave half for me, and you can use the rest."

"Aren't you staying?"

"No, I may come again in the future." Zelin stood up and patted the leather pants: "Maybe I will come in a few days, or dozens of days later."

"Wait." Enid stood up, she asked tentatively. "I... can I go back?"

Chapter 220 The Conspiracy of Weaving

When Francesca was away, Kenna and Teal took care of the affairs of Hundred Flower Valley, and when they encountered things that needed to make a decision, the two of them would submit the documents to Ada Emin. In the past, Francesca often went to other kingdoms to fight for more favorable environment and development space for this new country. Perhaps this is a country that can still function normally without the absence of a few kings.

"Have your majesty go to the demon hunter's castle again?"

A maid cleaning the snow whispered to her companion. "Isn't there a rumor in the palace before that Her Majesty and the Demon Hunter broke up?"

"You don't know, today the demon hunter took the initiative to visit Her Majesty the Queen." People always like to hear secrets that are hard to hear at ordinary times. Even the elves who act arrogantly in front of humans behave similarly to humans in the face of the same race. "Her Majesty the Queen invited him to the private living room. When they came out, they walked out while chatting. They seemed to be in a good mood. I dare say, how could the demon hunter not be socialized by Her Majesty the Queen? How to convince?"

"That's right, your Majesty is so powerful, how could the demon hunter fall out with her? Even if you want to part, your majesty must get rid of the demon hunter."

The maids giggled.

"Ahem!"

The maids were startled, and behind the bushes on the other side, Tyre Erred coughed twice before leaving.

In Mahakam Castle, Yusefka quickly walked out of the kitchen and brought a bowl of hot fish soup to the table. At the dinner table, Virginia and Gnaiya sat face to face. Near the door, Siris was sitting. She sat on one section of the bench, vacating the other end. The female knight is worth the waist, as if facing the most important commander. In fact, if Yusevka hadn't insisted that she sit here, she would just hold the sword and stand behind the door waiting.

"Joseph, here are some bacon..." Hawk, who helped in the kitchen, poked his head out. "What are you going to do with it?"

"Oh, that is what I cut, just take it out directly. By the way, I made some sauce and put it on the kitchen window sill. Take it out together." Yusefka put the fish soup in the middle of the table. , Topped with toasted bread, salt-baked shrimp, roasted lamb, roasted garlic. Wiping her hands on her apron, she noticed the two people sitting at the dining table looking at each other: "Gnaiya, Vinnie, are you uncomfortable?"

"Of course not, Joseph." Gneia's face showed a smirk: "Talos has been here, and I have never been as happy as today. However, I think our beloved mage may be in trouble. . Joseph, have you prepared wine today?"

"Wine?" Yusevka was taken aback, and shook his head: "Oh! You can wait until Zelin arrives. I don't drink, he stores the wine in those cellars."

"No one is born to drink, Joseph, you can give it a try. Today is a suitable day."

As Gnaiya spoke, she glanced at Virginia, who gritted her teeth and clenched the small hands hidden in the sleeves of the heavy robe.

Yusevka didn't care, she just smiled, glanced across the table, and looked at the door suspiciously. "Why hasn't Amelia come yet?" Hawk came over with a plate of sliced ​​beef jerky behind him: "Marian, please go and call Amelia over. It's strange that she has been staying since she came back today. In the room."

"Okay, I'm going now. My sister doesn't like to eat on time when she is young, and every time I ask her to go there." Hawke clapped his hands and glanced at the table with some worry, not knowing he was worried about the table. Someone is still worried about this table: "I'll be back soon."

Amelia’s room used to belong to Gnaiya, but when Gnaiya moved to the attic, Amelia, who had previously slept with Yusevka in the clinic, insisted on moving here. Under the light of the oil lamps on both sides of the castle entrance, Hawke pulled his rolled up sleeves down and walked towards the house in the courtyard. When she reached the door, she knocked.