The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Soon, the door opened, and Francesca stood in front of him in a tulle. Seeing Zelin, she showed a gentle smile.

"Welcome back."

"...Enid?"

"What's your expression?" The elf frowned slightly. "I came out to greet you, what's wrong? Yusevka and Gnaiya have arrived, and I arranged for them to rest in another room. They are tired from the journey and have fallen asleep. Come on, be quiet, don't wake them up. "

"Wait, Enid, are you..." Zelin pondered the words in his heart. He wanted to figure out what was going on, but he didn't want to stimulate the elf. "... Are you and Gneya okay? Yusevka? She's here too?"

"My dear, what's the problem with you?" The elf pinched his waist with both hands, and asked a little angrily. "Do you think that I am the kind of person who would yell angrily because a woman came at home and let the whole street know? I am an adult. Of course, I have to solve the problem in an adult way. Come on, Ze Lin, it happened that I was already sleepy. Let's take a bath together and tell me about your gains. By the way, you must explain to me. I heard someone saw you walk into the gate of the Queen of Night?"

Chapter 1589 The Invisible War

A few hours before Zelin returned, Gneia and Yusevka came to Francesca's residence.

"You are welcome to come here. This house is big enough, and I can arrange two rooms for them to live in." Francesca sat on the side of the bed with a smile that made Zelin unpredictable. Meaning. "I must say that I can’t get a new invitation letter for Yusefka, so she can’t attend the banquet. After all, this situation is very special, isn’t it? I know that there will be few guests at the next banquet. He is a staunch supporter of monogamy like Tisya, but who would prepare so many invitations?"

The dragonborn on the side cast a blank look at the elf.

"This is different from what you said before."

"This is different from what you said before." Enid snorted coldly. "What do you think this is, Gneia? I must be present on behalf of Dole Bretanna to the Prince of Tamoria’s pro-government banquet. Do you think this is a private dinner? I’m attending with Zelin, I have given in to be able to bring you. As a result, you now need me to bring two women who are close to my man? What do you think this will make other members and representatives of the northern royal family treat me? A weak and deceptive elf What position will Baihuagu occupy in the next political situation in the north?"

"I..."

"What else do you want to say? I decided that the country and race should not be a trifling matter, do you understand?!" Francesca closed the book with a snap, and said angrily to the Dragonborn. "Tens of thousands of elves are maintained in Hundred Flower Valley in the name of Baihua Valley. Can I win enough support for Hundred Flower Valley in the next few years? It will be three days later in the evening. When Zelin participated in the Sunnid Island Conference before, He has shown that he has enough strength to cope with this scene. I need someone who can help me divide my attention at the banquet. Too many people will only reveal the secret, and we will never do that."

Gnaiya rolled her head away.

"I just..."

"No matter what you are, I can ignore the unhappiness between us! But this is not a private matter between us! Tell me, when your decision may affect the fate of the Nords, you will tolerate jokes. No?! No, I won’t. The only things you need to consider every day are your own adventures, your life with Zelin, and how you are in the relationship between you and other people. For example, you and Virginia are friends, but I need to consider more things. I have to deal with the affairs of the entire kingdom, merchant unions, trade representatives, embassies, construction, development, and people requesting rulings. I am very happy that you can help me in these matters... Ya?!"

Long Yi tilted her head and lowered her eyes in embarrassment under the elf's reprimand. It was rare for her to find any suitable rebuttal in her heart. In any way, the Dragonborn is just a young woman who is less than twenty-five years old, living in Cyrodir for half of the time, and half running around in adventures, but even if it is an adventure, she will come into contact with people , The highest status is probably Mirak, and among the people who can talk to and understand each other, there is probably no more noble than Francesca. She always didn't like to deal with the lords in Skyrim, because of the conspiracy of the Senate, she would not go to see the elders and the imperial emperor.

She couldn't refute Francesca's words, because she didn't know much about the life of a queen.

Hearing the elf's sudden raising voice, she subconsciously raised her head.

"How...?"

"We are good friends, aren't we, Gneia?" Enid walked up to her, pressing her slender fingers lightly on Gneia's hand. "We said that we would try to ignore each other's unhappy friends before, right?"

"Of course." Gnaiya avoided Enid's emerald pupils. "We are friends."

"Friends should not tear each other down, but should support each other, are you right?"

"Yes..."

"And my friend." The elf's hand was placed on Longyi's chest. The moment she touched it, her face stiffened slightly, and then returned to normal. She pressed it lightly and put her hand on her chest again. "You will understand and tolerate each other. You will understand my difficulties, the challenges I face, just like you and Zelin support each other when fighting together, right?"

"...Yes." Gnaiya said stiffly. Perhaps on personal issues, the Dragonborn will not back down in the face of Francesca’s censure, she will definitely **** for tat, just like the Nord’s performance on the battlefield, no matter what kind of battlefield, she will not. Will be scared by the enemy, and will not retreat and surrender. But when Francesca took out the responsibilities from race and country, she seemed a little at a loss.

Because she used to be a responsible person, but now, in Enid's mouth, she has become a saboteur.

"I, I apologize to you." Gnaiya took a deep breath, she looked at the elf's cheek and whispered. "I didn't do the right thing about this. I will apologize to the doctor. I shouldn't, shouldn't make a decision without discussing it with anyone."

"I accept your apology." Francesca let go and sat back on the bed. "If you have anything in the future, you should discuss it with me. As for Yusevka, I will go and explain it to her myself."

"I will discuss it with you, but." Gnaiya emphasized the pronunciation of the last word. "You don't think I will let go because of this?"

Hearing the words of the dragonborn, the elf was silent for a few seconds.

Gnaiya is a Nord, maybe she will apologize for her actions, maybe she will give in, but she will definitely keep doing what she is looking for, until she succeeds, she will never give up halfway. Even the mighty Alduin couldn't make her give up, and even the female elf in front of her couldn't.

"If you think so, then you are wrong. We have exchanged the Mara amulet, and I swear before the Holy Spirit, I will fight with him until I hear the call of the Hall of Valor."

This sounds like some kind of showdown.

But for the elves who are proficient in negotiation and lobbying, she has seen too much. In the council of the Warlock Order, in order to persuade the council members to vote and pass their own proposal to establish the dominion of the Elves of Hundred Flower Valley, she had seen more than this. A threatening showdown.

She chuckled twice.

"No, of course not. Dear Gnaya, when did you think I would let you leave Zelin?"

"Hey?"

"If I still can't see the relationship between us, then I am the real fool. If I force you to leave, I will only push him into your arms. I understand him, understand his character, this It is also the reason why I tolerate you here. But all these are private reasons. I can see that you really love him, and so does him. I don’t want today’s things to happen again, and I don’t want to take us The relationship is too stiff, do you understand?"

Long Yi was silent for a while, she thought about it, and finally sighed and nodded.

"Very well, go and rest. I think he will come back after a while. As for Yusevka's invitation letter, I will find a way, maybe Princess Yada will be willing to give me another one."

"Really?"

"Yes, when the time comes, you can just give it to her, there is no need to say other things." The elf smiled gently. "You don’t like to break your trust with someone after you have promised something, do you? Don’t worry, we are friends, I will help you, Yusefka’s invitation letter, I will hand it to you when I get it done, and then You come to give it to her, just as if you got it, there is no need to say my name."

The Dragonborn exhaled softly. This was indeed not what she wanted to face. After entering the city, she took Yusefka to choose clothes, but in the end she had to tell the doctor that she could not get the invitation letter. The elves' proposal did resolve the worries that had appeared in the dragonborn's heart.

"Thank you." Gnaiya said sincerely.

"I only hope that when the time comes, there won't be too many people laughing at me, the embarrassed queen." Francesca laughed twice as though she was self-deprecating.

"No, I promise you."

"Okay, go to rest. I have to deal with some letters sent today."

"Letter?"

"Political alliance, tentative greetings, and some trapped questions. From Redania, Tamoria, Cordwin and Livia. Everyone wants to know each other's ideas and bargaining chips before the banquet. "

"Well, I'm going to rest, see you tomorrow."

Gnaiya rolled her eyes, she had never caught a cold about it. Standing up and saying goodbye to the elf, the dragon descendant walked out of the elf's room.

After a long time, Francesca pulled out the drawer of the bedside table and took out the invitation letter inside.

There are six copies in total.

In fact, even if Yusefka didn't come, Francesca's invitation letter still had a surplus.

But why say it?

This banquet was not as serious as she had said to Longyi. Who would discuss matters related to the future of the kingdom at a social banquet? That is irresponsible behavior.

But why tell the dragonborn?

The elf gestured to two of the invitations. The invitation quickly burned, wrinkled and twisted in the flames, and soon, without a trace of ashes left, it dissipated in the air.