The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"Don't mess up."

"This is also official business?"

"..." The elf took a deep breath. "Don't forget the invitation letter."

Long Yi's face stiffened. "You are avenging your personal revenge."

"It's all private." Francesca smiled low. "It's all good, eh?"

"...You set the conditions." Gnaiya squeezed the elf's shoulder slightly. "Don't go too far."

"I am a generous and kind spirit."

"Don't go around, he will find out soon."

"You must listen to me."

"I have the right to raise an objection."

"Yes."

The conversation between Francesca and Gnaiya seemed very happy, just like two friends, the wizard’s magic cut off the sound very well, until Zelin realized that he couldn’t hear any sound because they didn’t talk. It was some magic that blocked his ears.

"What are you talking about?" Zelin poured moonlight wine into three cups. "This was given to me by a friend I met today. I was going to take it out tomorrow. Now that Gnaiya has found it, let's just taste it today."

"Good idea." Long Yi loosened Francesca's shoulder, she pulled the towel off her body and threw it aside. "Give me a place." She patted Zelin on the shoulder, and then sat between Zelin and the elf. "What story are you telling just now, what did you just meet?"

Longyi smiled and looked at Zelin, then at the elf. Francesca turned his gaze over Gnaiya's shoulder and looked at Zelin. "Yeah, we met in the pub, and then we ate together, played cards, and chatted. We are relived the past experience. Then, we are going to relive the last thing after the meal. Zelin, tell her, What did we do after dinner? No, tell her directly, what are you going to do with me next, just like when we were in the tavern."

"... Maybe we can have a drink first?"

"No, I can't wait." A rare smirk appeared on the elf's face. "Tell her, Zelin, what do you want to do with me? To be honest, I love hearing your truth the most."

"I also want to experience the impressive meeting you had back then. Can you describe the situation to me hand-in-hand? Just think of me as she was at that time." Long Yi leaned over and posted it to Zelin Around him, there was also a slightly threatening smile on his face. "Also, you will show me first, won't you? Wait until tomorrow we can show Enid, what we looked like when we first met, my roar can simulate Alduin's flames, absolutely."

It was as if they had reached an agreement. Zelin couldn't tell what was going on, but he didn't understand why the two would suddenly point the finger at him, making things difficult for him as if to vent their grievances on him. Originally, Zelin was still thinking about how to prevent them from breaking out of a new conflict, just like in the castle. This is the city of Vizima, and this house cannot withstand the torment of lightning and flames.

As a result, he found that it was not the house to worry about.

It's himself.

Zelin sighed softly.

"I remember the situation at the time..." He raised the card in his hand and faced the dragonborn and the elves.

"MotherFucker?"

Chapter 1591 The tranquility before the storm

Originally, last night should be a pleasant, relaxing, and cozy moment of relaxation.

It should be like this.

The Salamander Gang was defeated by the Demon Hunters and his friends. They lost the aid from King Radovide of Rydania. They lost the source of anesthetic powder, their financial resources, and their apparent base.

What are they left?

Nothing.

There is still some time before the portal opens again. Zelin has enough time to take a vacation and enjoy the pleasant leisure time, and this time should have started last night.

It stands to reason so.

But now, he would rather face a female monster or a demon by himself, and the battle at Baogar Mountain would not be more difficult than the situation he encountered yesterday.

Of course, the most important thing is that the banquet will start tomorrow. He only hopes that this banquet will be easier than the one on Sinide Island. After that time, he used to think that he would never go to any banquet hall, and would never accept anyone's invitation again, absolutely not. But there are always surprises, such as Enid's invitation, he can't refuse it.

Zelin yawned and rubbed the corners of his eyes. In a daze, he vaguely saw a cup of tea placed in front of him.

"Have a drink, refreshing."

He raised his head to meet Yusevka's pale gray eyes.

"When did you go to bed yesterday? Really, going to bed too late can lead to anemia. I have almost packed my breakfast. You can wake them up later."

Yusevka patted Zelin on the shoulder with a slight reproach, then turned and walked into the kitchen. Since she came, the place finally came in handy. Before that, Zelin just took out the meat inside, grilled it on the fire, and sprinkled some spices on it at the end. Of course, for this kind of food that is not healthy at all and full of grease, Francesca has always refused.

"Thanks." Zelin held his forehead and held the teacup. "Thanks for your hard work, you look younger and more beautiful, Joseph."

Yusevka paused slightly.

"Really?"

"Of course, haven't you noticed that you don't have any wrinkles on your face? And the skin is smooth enough to make any girl who has just grown up feel jealous."

The doctor subconsciously wiped the potion in his pocket, and a glimmer of joy flashed in his eyes.

Age, this is what Yusevka has always worried about. Maybe the dream experience and Yanan’s special blood made her look younger than ordinary people, but no one would place expectations on it. This is why Francesca uses the potion of immortality. The reason for the exchange with her, the elves accurately grasped Yusevka's psychology. And no one can question the effect of this potion. Tisaya is the most experienced user and has lived with it for more than a thousand years.

The potion is effective.

But thinking of Francesca’s previous warning, telling her that it is not allowed to leak out the existence of this potion, especially telling anyone that this potion also has an effect on ordinary people.

So Yusevka tried very hard to conceal his joy.

"You must also often say this to Ms. Elf and Ms. Gnaiya. Well, if you are not tired, come and help me quickly and help me bring the food to the table."

Breakfast was unremarkable, but Yusevka’s craftsmanship was better than everyone present. Zelin was very happy that she was able to come. At least when the doctor was there, everyone could sit quietly at the dining table and put in front of you. The food is wiped out cleanly.

"The things I ordered for you will be delivered soon." Francesca took a sip of the fruit wine and said to the others. "I hope you have a good time at the banquet, there are enough food and drinks for everyone to enjoy. Don’t worry, dear Yusefka, there will be many noble ladies from other places at the banquet, you just behave like Just talk to them about fashion, fashion, and clothing. By the way, your official status is Queen Dole Bretanna’s personal doctor, my subordinate."

She glanced at the delicious food in front of her. "Your craftsmanship is good, I like it very much."

"Thank you." Yusefka nodded.

"As for you, Gnaiya." Francesca turned her gaze to the Dragonborn who was solving a piece of roasted chicken legs. "You are my personal guard, responsible for protecting my safety in the diplomatic venue. Everyone who will attend the banquet tomorrow knows how valuable their head is, so it is normal to bring a guard."

"Um... sounds like a martial guard lord of the arch guard? Well, I understand." Gnaiya grinned. "In Skyrim, the lords are willing to invite me to be their military guard, but I have not agreed to anything except the baron of Lord Balgruuf. But who made us friends? Now, you get a dragonborn as a Guarded."

"Well, this sounds like a standard story that a queen will experience." Francesca said suddenly sad. "My favorite prince has won the favor of a personal doctor, and he has a relationship far beyond the level of a friend with his closest guardian. Maybe I will soon have a glass of poisoned wine and be taken away from the crown. What a pity. Woman."

Yusevka turned his head blush, and Gnaiya coughed twice. Francesca turned her gaze to Zelin again, but Zelin avoided the elf's jokes because the door was knocked.

咚咚咚——

After a few seconds, a certain sound rhythm that can show that the visitor has a certain degree of politeness and education sounded again.

"Gnaea." The elf took the napkin and wiped the corners of his mouth. "Go open the door, ask who it is, then come and tell me. Yusevka, please give me another glass of fruit wine, thank you."