The Journey of the Demon Hunter

In order not to affect the relationship with Yusefka, the Dragonborn will definitely owe her a love, and she will never give Gneya a chance to pay back the favor.

She is an adult, so she should use adult methods to solve problems.

Yelling? Shouting nonsense? It's just a trick that immature humans can play. She is an elf and should be handled in a more elegant way.

Of course, this kind of thing, only she knows about it.

Zelin would never know what Francesca did when he was away.

He also didn't need to know.

The elf put the remaining invitations back in the drawer and walked to the knocked wooden door. It sounds like Zelin is back.

Francis Carla pulled the tulle off her body and walked to the stairs.

This matter is not over yet, she will make good use of this banquet, and next, she will see the ghost named Maria.

The ghost of immortality, this is the tricky question.

The first thousand five hundred and ninety chapters of some kind of agreement

Zelin thought he knew Francesca.

At least I think so.

She has a unique style and way of doing things for elves, but there are mixed parts that are influenced by humans. For at least six hundred years, she has been working with humans instead of elves of the same race. Sometimes her speech and emotions are also too. Very humane, of course, no matter how much she is affected, she is still an elf in her bones, Ain Sidi, a citizen of the forest. Her emotions will not be as angry as humans. Zelin rarely sees elves getting angry. The extreme anger of elves is often explained by a large number of ancient words that ordinary people do not understand, but unfortunately, no one will want to. When translating the speech, he also translated the dirty words, so Zelin could never understand how the elves cursed others.

But this does not mean that the elves do not have emotions such as anger and jealousy.

But to Zelin's surprise, Francesca showed some extraordinary indifference to the appearance of Gnaiya, Yusevka, and the upcoming Maria.

"Well, I like hot springs very much. It will relax people's whole body. I have never understood why some people like to soak in hot water for a long time. It is like a soup pot of a troll. Until later, there was one time. It took a lot of work for Tishaya and I to persuade the Council of the Order to pass a proposal that no warlock is allowed to participate in any action initiated by the kings against non-human races. At the time Tishaya proposed that we go together Relax in the hot springs. Since then, I have liked this activity."

Francesca, lying on her back in the marble bath, muttered about her past events. On the other side, Zelin threw his stained clothes into the wooden bucket. When he filled the wooden bucket with water, the water immediately spun automatically. The Griffon badge on the table began to buzz and vibrate, and Zelin went to a wooden bowl to cover it.

"At least five years ago, I didn't even dare to think about hot springs, because it was a rich, luxurious and particularly decent life." Looking at the clothes that were being washed with the help of magic, Zelin blew. Whistle. Yusevka will love this magic. "As for me, I must admit that when a few kind dwarves asked me to taste roasted voles more than ten years ago, the meat of those mice was better than I expected. At that time, I was hunting a turtle dragon in the mine. The result was that the falling rock hurt his leg."

Zelin walked to the bath, Francesca looked at him, then frowned slightly.

"I don't like the smell on you."

"Blood, I don't like it either." Zelin shook his head. "Since I dealt with Willen's witch, I haven't had time to take a good bath and rest."

Francesca curled her legs into a circle to make room for Zelin.

The royal housekeeper of Vizima is in charge of this guest house, everything in it is considered very thoughtful, except for the bath. The pool is spacious for one person, but it is a bit crowded for two people.

"Solved some more enemies?"

"I wish it was the last batch."

Zelin sighed lightly, and the elf leaned against him, enjoying the comfort brought by the hot water with him, and they felt warmer than the hot spring when they were attached to each other.

"We are still moving forward, at least until the dust settles together, enemies will continue to appear." Francesca's hand gently rested on Zelin's chest, and her fingers slowly slid down. "This is our baptism, a baptism of fire. We must persevere and survive this disaster. I am really happy that I can be with you. Can you believe it? Ten years ago, I was still a A sorceress belonging to the Order, you are a demon hunter who seeks life in the countryside and castles. Now, I am the queen of Dole Bretanna, and you are... the richest demon hunter in the continent. "

"It sounds like I haven't changed much." Zelin joked. "It's just a few more coins in my hand."

"Yes, the few money in your hand can make every king of the whole continent rush to get it. Every lady will be willing to spend a good night with you for this, and prepare some potions in your drink by the way."

"But among these noble ladies, I only think there is one worthy of me doing this, worthy of all my gold."

"Oh?" Francesca narrowed her eyes slightly. "Which lady is so honored? Will I have the honor to know?"

Zelin leaned his forehead, almost to touch the face of the elf. He looked directly into Enid's eyes, and his reflection could be clearly seen in her pupils. He believed it was the same in his own eyes.

"Didn't you already see this?"

After two seconds, Francesca reacted.

There was a smile on the face of the elf that was suppressed with all its strength.

"You know what to do next, my demon hunter. Oh, yes!" Suddenly, she raised her hand to block Zelin who was about to take her into her arms. "I have a proposal."

"What?"

"Let's have a game of Gwent cards?"

"Why not?"

The elf seemed to read the demon hunter's thoughts, she smiled lightly and shook the card in her hand.

"Remember the tavern under Sutton Hill?"

"I will never forget it in my life."

The elf gestured to the card, and the card became shiny. "If you win, I will listen to you. If you lose..."

"It's easy to listen to it." Zelin made a please gesture.

The elf distributed a part of the card to Zelin, and the demon hunter looked at the deck in his hand and blew a whistle.

"Unfortunately, I remember at that time, we were eating lamb soup, fisherman soup, and grilled shrimp."

"There is also fruit wine." The elf added while looking at the deck in his hand. "My favorite."

"Yes, fruit wine and roasted meat, which are sprinkled with onions. The side dishes are marinated salted fish and blueberry sauce."

"A thin girl brought it for us, and I gave her a tip for Oren." The elf added again. "It would be great if we also had a piece of food now. I'm hungry. Squirrel Party smuggler, it's your turn."

"Stop talking, I'm hungry. Knight Rydania."

"It's okay, tonight is still long, we have time..."

"I heard someone wants some food?!"

A loud and enthusiastic voice appeared by the bathroom, and the elf sat up straight. Zelin turned his head and looked at the door. The wooden door was pushed open. Gnaiya, wrapped in a short bath towel, lifted the ends of her hair that fell in front of her, holding a tray with roast meat, grapes and a bottle of moonshine in her other hand. , And three small wine glasses. It affected Zelin's unexpected eyes and Francesca's shocked expression. Long Yi walked in and closed the door behind him.

"Perhaps I'm here in time as always?" Long Yi had an enthusiastic smile on his face. Walked over, twisting his waist. Although Zelin could see that her movements were a bit stiff, after all, this was not something she was accustomed to doing. However, he must admit that his attention was deeply attracted until the elf kicked him from the water. "Playing cards, telling stories, how can you lack drinks and food? This is the latest Gwent card game? I have never played this card well. In Skyrim and Cyrodir, our biggest entertainment It's drinking and throwing dice."

"Well... allow me to apologize for your lack of entertainment, and thank you for your food." Francesca tried to squeeze a smile. "If you want to study, I think you will have a chance tomorrow. It's getting so late, and you have been on your way for a day. You need to rest well. If there is something we can talk about tomorrow, right?"

"I woke up." The dragon descended around behind the elf and pressed her hands on her shoulders. "I thought about what you said today in bed. You are right. As a queen, your responsibilities are so heavy. You have to shoulder the destiny of your country and race. You work hard until late every day. As a friend, But it can’t help much. So I decided to help in other ways, so I prepared some food, drinks, um, do I need a massage to relax my shoulders? Sometimes after a day of work, my shoulders are often sore, and I think you too."

"Well, I don't mind..."

Francesca yawned, she raised her head, pressed it to the ear of the dragonborn behind her, and asked in a low voice. "What do you want to do?"

"I said, I won't give up."