The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"I can't comment on whether your guess is right or wrong, but I don't mind walking around. If this is just a mere banquet, I would definitely not want to waste time to come to this place." Zelin shrugged and raised his head. , Looking at the castle. The top of this hall is too high, it is dazzling. "Where is this place?"

"The King's Hall records the ancient and glorious history of the Kingdom of Tamoria." Jaques walked slowly into the hall. On one side of the hall, one after another king sculptures were quietly bathed in moonlight and dust. "Look, this is the history that mankind is proud of, the past that mankind is proud of."

Zelin knows this kind of place. Generally speaking, this is the most important place, the most direct manifestation of the lineage and inheritance that people value. Of course, that is the past. Now, the position here is the same as where it is.

"King Dismod, one of the first three kings of mankind, the founding monarch of Tamoria." Jaques slowed down, walking, looking at the statue half hidden in the shadows. "Friends of the Dwarves, one third of all the nobles in the world today can be found in genealogy. Their father is Dismod. He is a friend of dwarves and elves, a supporter of warlocks, and a legend among mankind. Character."

Jaques glanced across the face of the statue, staying at the next one.

"Abdank, King Fool, a poor worm with mental retardation, he can appear here because his regent is pure white Lafada, and after his death, Tamoria broke out a dagger war, after seven In the conflict of 1989, Herman of the Maribo family finally inherited the throne of Dismode, which has continued to the present."

"So, is this a history class?" Ze Lin opened his hands.

"History class? No, demon hunter, I am not a historian." Jaques shook his head thoughtfully, and he refocused his eyes on the sculpture. "Geddes is the son of Hermann, the fourth king of the kingdom of Temoria. His queen is a pure blood elf, Gwenfrey. And his son and heir are Galdic. This A king, his favorite and most famous lover is the beautiful marquise-Marquis Karez. As a witty king, Galdich always separates public from private. When Mrs. Marquis After the pregnancy, the king cruelly broke the relationship, and the marquise later gave birth to a girl, her husband will be exiled from her fief because of doubts about the girl’s true identity. According to rumors, the marquise is very Quickly send this **** girl to Erithusa Academy, and that girl, with a quarter of the elf blood, is still a magic genius, and later became the dean of this magic academy."

Zelin stopped in surprise.

"What's the name of that bastard?"

Jaques turned his head, and between his eyebrows, Zelin didn't see any look astonished at why the demon hunter would suddenly ask this question, as if he was sure Zelin would ask such a question.

"If I remember correctly, Lalke Sabono, but she usually uses her elf name, Letitia Sabono."

Zelin suddenly thought of something. He lowered his head slightly, but then shook his head again and threw out the extra thoughts. This is not the time to consider these.

Francesca once said that Tishaya was her only supporter and friend in the Order of the Warlock when she first arrived.

Suddenly, the demon hunter realized one thing.

Why would Jaques know so much, and why would he say this to himself?

When Zelin cast his undisguised suspicion on Jaques, the latter had already walked to another statue.

"Gardic has a good son, King Geydmar. He won Lei Anlun, the daughter of the elf prophet Laura Doren. Then the **** Foka rebellion broke out in the north."

"Yes, I know that rebellion." Since retrieving his memories before the trial of the grass in the twisted illusion, Zelin will never forget the **** Foka rebellion. "You don't need to say anymore."

"No need, yes, indeed no need, a **** rebellion, no winner, everyone lost." Zelin was surprised to find that he heard a trace of sadness in Jaques's words. "The son of King Geydmar is Amarvit, a passionate man. He left two illegitimate children. The girl's name is Muriel and the boy is Crispin, but no one believes that the children inherited. The blood of the royal family, to be precise, inherited the blood of Laura Doren, so they disappeared from the historical records and fell to the people of Tamoria."

"Enough, Jaques!" Zelin interrupted him mercilessly. "If you want, we can keep telling these boring stories one day and one night. Compared to these, I would rather drink two glasses of ale with ice at the banquet."

He is disturbing me.

The demon hunter is keenly aware of this.

Zelin didn’t know why Jaques knew that he and Tishaya had a good friendship, but what he said was enough to surprise and shock anyone who knew Tishaya, because it was the same as Tishaya’s identity in the record. It's totally different. A warlock with royal blood? Unlike Philippa's ambitions, if Tisya proves that she is Letitia Sabono, then no one can deny that she has the right to sit on the throne of Temoria, although she is only an illegitimate child.

But is this true?

Or is it that Jaques just used this to deceive himself? Zelin has no reason not to believe in Tisya, but besides him and Tisya, who else knows the name Lalke?

Why would Jaques know?

Perhaps Francesca knew this, and he would know all this when he asked Francesca.

Zelin looked at the hall in front of him, and suddenly he felt a chill.

Unfamiliar.

Is this really the royal castle of Tamoria?

It became extremely strange here, as if he had suddenly appeared here, there was no banquet or invitation at all. The original towering stairs became more towering, and it seemed that he was not as high as the top. He was just a tiny dwarf in the kingdom of giants. The moonlight reflected on the smooth marble floor became more and more dazzling, almost making the demon hunter unable to open his eyes. It was as pale as ice and snow. It was biting like a cold winter and was about to stab his eyes. Everything has become so distorted and abnormal. It seemed like a nightmare.

...Nightmare.

He seemed to have had a nightmare before coming here, but he forgot. ’

He rubbed his eyes.

Nothing happened.

But the nerve after the mutation of the demon hunter felt that something was changing.

"All records can be tampered with, but this is our history, the history of our humanity." Jaques said to himself. "You think it's boring, you think it's not as valuable as a glass of ale, yes, it's ridiculous, right? Our history is made up of boring periods of infighting, assassinations, bloodbaths, and political transactions. In the past, we were lucky. , I have passed through one disaster after another in infighting and chaos, but how long will such luck last? Tell me, Demon Hunter, if all this is about to be destroyed, can we test our luck through the disaster? Rely on a mankind of scattered sand, on a divided kingdom? The age of swords and axes, the age of blizzards of wolves, the age of frost and white light, the age of madness and shame. Tedd Deireádh, the end of the era."

Jaques said in an ancient saying.

"This sounds like nonsense, doesn't it? Everyone thinks that we are still a long way from such an era, and who cares about what happens after our death. But fifty years ago, we still thought that Neve Gad is just a noun that only exists in geography books. Tell me, Demon Hunter!" He suddenly asked in an urgent tone. "The Nilfgaards have already fought us all over the floor in the two wars. When a more terrible disaster is approaching, what on earth do we have to rely on to get through?!"

"Enough, Jaques!" Zelin violently interrupted the question of the Knight Commander. "I don't know where you know this, or how you fabricated it. Your non-human speech is not valid for me!"

Disturb the mind? This must be magic.

But after experiencing so much, Zelin is no longer afraid of these.

Chapter 1601: A Mother's Negotiation

"This is an imminent disaster, an unstoppable disaster"

Queen Mayvi was not messed up by Francesca's questioning. "I won't deny it, yes, this is exactly what I intended."

"If I reveal this to other kings, everyone will be happy to support a puppet on the throne of Livia, and then become their own vassal state, and one day, let the land of Livia merge into their throne. Down." Francesca narrowed her eyes slightly. "No one cares whether my words are true or false. Even if they are false, they will find ways to make it true. I remember the king of Verdon, Evel, surrendered to the south during the Second World War? Well, Foltai St. Stere didn't show any mercy when he cleaned up Verden after the war."

Mei Wei smiled contemptuously.

"Don't bluff to me, Francesca, you know this will not work for me." She shook her head. "Everyone thinks that Brenner's miracle interrupted Enhill's arm, making southerners scared by the failure. But my kingdom is close to the Yarlunga River, and I know everything on the other side of the river. Emperor Using power as a bargaining chip, a large sum of gold was obtained from the Merchants Association, but the gold did not appear where it should appear. There was no palace construction, no investment territory, no subsidies for agriculture, and no use of imported goods. Millions of dollars. The gold coin just disappeared. Who would think that Enhill should keep this money to buy a grave for himself? It takes a lot of money, but it can’t be exposed. There are only two items-the spy and the army. I don’t know I still have it. How long, one year, maybe two years? Maybe tomorrow, inspired by gold, the heavily armed men in black will cross the Yarlunga River again and launch a new offensive to the north."

"And you still have time to form an alliance in the North."

"You must be joking with me, an alliance, do you believe it? Other kings will willingly listen to the words of another king. Last time, under the pressure of the empire, all kings sent troops to join John Na. Under Talis's, perhaps when the pressure on the empire is strong enough, the North will unite into a close entity, but in this way, the final result is only one, that is, the North will become a new empire, an empire that can compete with the South. But The leader of the empire will certainly not be weak, Livia who has been ravaged by the Civil War several times."

"Everyone knows that I have two sons who are incapable. Yes, they are very incapable. One wants to be a poet and the other aims at being an ancient knight. No one wants to become a king. They cannot inherit my throne. Once I die, the wolfhounds in the court will not hesitate to rush up to tear them up. I dare to bet with the honor of the title that the next day after my death, there will be all kinds of illegitimate children. Under command to seize the throne, the local barons will not think about surrender, they will only think about getting more land and benefits for themselves, and then find ways to become independent, you know, if a person who becomes a king fails to keep his own What will happen to the throne."

"Actually... your two sons are not as wasteful as you claim to the outside world, are they?" Francesca narrowed her eyes slightly. "No one will pay attention to two wastes when fighting for power, even if they are the heirs to the throne."

"I know what happened in Sintra that year. All the Hinterland royal family died in battle except Silia. I am not afraid of dying under the sword of the man in black, but I don't want my two sons to die because of this. "Mei Wei said firmly. "That's why I came to you. I hope to negotiate with the Emperor of the Empire through the Merchants Association. My kingdom guards all the fortresses in the upper reaches of the Yarlung River. If the Empire attacks again, I will not order me again. Soldiers go to death, and the empire can cross the Yarlunga River without hindrance."

"You can completely surrender to other northern kings and become a vassal state. Your son's throne and life will be guaranteed."

"If my kingdom is not just next to the empire, and half of the border borders the empire, I would not make such a decision." Mei Wei shook her head. "Two years ago, I led the guerrillas in the south and fought the empire. I saw the strength of the empire. We are a pile of scattered sand, and the empire looks at the north, but we are proud of Brenner’s victory. The conquest continues, Kodwin is still eyeing Aden, and Aden hopes to retake the Haji Fortress. The Empire, a country with twice the land area of ​​ours, is gathering all its forces to prepare for the next attack. If it were you , Francesca, what kind of decision will you make?"

They have already revealed their ideas, so the extra cover is no longer necessary. Negotiation is like this. First, it is boring, dull and unprogressive temptation, and then gradually grasps the other party’s thoughts. When the shell is peeled off, to be precise, when everyone no longer considers the appearance of face, everything will progress very quickly. . The elf took a deep breath. Mei Wei's request was very simple. She was already a queen who was almost forty years old, and she was injured in the battle. I'm afraid she doesn't know how long she can live. Everything she did was for the safety of her two sons after her death.

It is difficult to talk to a queen, but it is easy to talk to a mother.

She stretched out her hand, gestured with her fingers on the table, and the magic on her fingertips left a line of writing on the table.

"I can't help you." Francesca raised her voice.