The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"It's the pool of blood and ashes." Zelin wiped the blood from the corner of his eye. "It only has these left."

"Hakon is dead... it's over, and the prophecy will follow its death." Islan carried his warhammer to the pool of ashes.

Valerica looked at her daughter, shook her head helplessly, and walked quickly to Selana.

"Let's go, daughter. We can't stay here now."

"Why, mother?" Serana held her forehead. "We have won, and Hakon is dead. We don't need to continue hiding everywhere. This is our home, maybe it may not be entitled to be called home...but everything It will be all right."

"You can’t be wrong to hear me, Serrana. Hakon is dead, but there are no friends of ours in the castle." Valerica lowered her voice, she glanced at the demon hunter, and continued to persuade her daughter, "We Get out of here first. There are vampire hunters everywhere in the castle. Maybe one hunter can give you peace of mind. The hatred anger of other vampire hunters will burn everyone to death."

"Mother, they are not enemies." Serrana sighed. "Why don't you try to change it, mother. If I am like you, I don't want to trust anyone, if I walk out of the crypt like you are now, If you don’t want to believe him, then there won’t be all of what we are today. We are still hiding in Tibet, and mother, you will still be trapped in the dark soul stone mound. The author seems to be saying something to the chief mage, "My eyes tell me that he and his friends are worthy of trust. Up to now, I haven't missed it."

"But Serana..." Valerica wanted to say something, but Eslan walked to them and made her shut her mouth tightly.

The red guard man holding a weapon walked up to Selana, and Valerica moved in front of Selana with an unmoving expression, faintly blocking her daughter behind her.

"I know it's very difficult." Unexpectedly, Islan's voice is not so cold. If he used to talk to vampires like ice floes on the sea of ​​ghosts, now it is just outside in the wilderness. Shanshi "He is your father after all..."

"It wasn't a long time ago..." Serana patted her mother on the shoulder. She took a step forward and faced the leader of the Dawn Guardian directly. "Well, I mean, I did what I was supposed to do. Not much...and not a lot."

"When we finish cleaning up the mess, we will leave, and hope we never come back here again." Islan regained his firm attitude. Perhaps, as a vampire hunter, he was gentle with a vampire. The attitude is no less difficult than climbing seven thousand ladders.

Just when the leader of the Dawn Guard turned and left, Selana suddenly took the initiative to speak.

"Wait, I haven't finished." In Valerica's surprised and puzzled eyes, Serrana stopped Eslan again. "I know what you promised for the helpers. And I know you. The plan of renting out the war trolls has not yet achieved results. In other words, you simply don’t have the money to pay that much."

Eslan said nothing, Serana pinched her waist with one hand, and went on to say "In the lounge, in the room with a pile of coffins, one of the coffins is locked. When opened, there is a coffin inside. A secret road leads to another secret room. There are many belongings stacked in it. I think those things should be enough for you to fulfill your promise."

The leader of the dawn guard tightened his mouth, his heart seemed to be struggling. Finally, he sighed and sank his shoulders. "Thank you, Serana. You have done...too much. This is what we owe you. The Dawn Guardian Castle will always welcome you."

The mother looked at her daughter in disbelief. She seemed to have never thought that her daughter would have grown to such a point long ago, and it was no longer the chicks that needed her to care for under her wings.

Islan retracted his weapon behind his back and walked out of the secret room. Across that door, Zelin could hear the red guard's loud voice.

"Hakon is dead!"

Then came the deafening cheers.

Of course, this has nothing to do with the people in the secret room.

"Oh~ I really can't treat you as a child who needs protection anymore." In response to Miss Vampire's puzzled eyes, Valerica's tight lips suddenly smiled. "It's up to you to decide, what shall we do next? Do, Serana?"

It took a few seconds for Serrana to understand what Valerica meant.

"Oh... we, uh." It seems that I am not comfortable with the change of my strong mother, and Miss Vampire has become a little incoherent. "Of course, we have to wait for everyone else to leave, clean up the house, and then determine what we can welcome in the future. People who come to our house as guests, certainly not the same as before. We have to sort out the remaining treasures, hoping to keep some, and dispose of the old garbage, and then, um, then..." Looking at the caring smile of my mother Serrana took a deep breath, "I think it will definitely become very warm here, a warm home."

"That's for sure, Serrana." Valerica nodded in agreement. "It must be so."

Serrana clapped her hands suddenly, "Please wait, mom, I have something else."

"Go, daughter."

As for the other side, the atmosphere is no longer so harmonious and warm.

The chief mage stood in front of the demon hunter with a cold face, she said nothing, staring at Zelin closely. The chill seemed to freeze the air, bitterly cold.

Chapter 329 The Curtain

The first time the demon hunter saw Virginia's expression would be so cold.

"What's wrong, Virginia, we won." Zelin spread his hands, maybe he should make a smile at this time, but this is not suitable for him. "What's the problem?"

Virginia still stared at Zelin without saying a word, stroking the staff in her hand with her white fingers. The top of the staff made of steel is inlaid with a huge sapphire, which contains magical light. Magic light, dangerous magic.

The mage girl looked at the demon hunter. She squinted her eyes, her pupils seemed to be struggling, like anger, there was a trace of sadness, mixed with a trace of sadness, but with a trace of comfort, that imperceptible strand. Gentle, maybe Virginia didn't even realize it. Countless emotions are mixed together, in her eyes, in her heart.

She unconsciously pinched her chest. She closed her eyes and tightened her whitish lips. The heavy robe on her chest was twisted into a ball in her hands, drawing the outline of the talisman under her clothes. She closed her eyes tightly, her lips trembled slightly, and finally, she slowly let go of her hand, and slipped from her hand through the talisman of the clothes.

She shook her empty hand a few times, as if she had lost something, Virginia slowly opened her eyes and looked at her hand in a daze.

She sighed, as if she had made some decision, her slender fingers were clenched together and made into fists. She raised her head and looked at the demon hunter again.

"If you encounter any trouble in the future but don't tell me, or plan to throw me aside and deal with dangerous things by yourself." Virginia took a deep breath, and she raised her head, her green fingers cruelly. He poked Zelin's chest fiercely, and the Griffin emblem swayed back and forth like dodge. "I will freeze you and drag you back to the academy, and wait for your strangely responsible brain to calm down before letting you out. Even if it's a grid Miss Niya comes in person."

"I'm sorry, Virginia, but some things will only exist in the book." Zelin put his hand on the mage girl's chest and touched the amulet, which is exactly the amulet he knew. "Some things, the Holy Spirit It can’t be changed either. In the face of the impossible, sometimes all you can do is let go."

"If I would give up because of one or two impossibility, then there will be no Chief Mage Virginia in Skyrim now, and Cyrodir will have an extra clumsy textile apprentice, Virginia." Ya stubbornly cocked her mouth, she grabbed the hand of the demon hunter and pressed it to her heart, "I like magic because it makes countless impossible things become reality."

She stretched out her hand, took out the Mara amulet on her neck, stuffed it into the hand of the demon hunter, and stuffed it in with it, and there was also a key. "This is the key to the chief mage room of Winterhold Academy. If you want to explain to me, , Such as a strange power that is obviously not part of magic." She looked at the remnants of Arden’s Faseal on the ground. "And that unknown female warlock, I will wait for you in the room. Another continent or... the world."

Virginia tilted her toes, lightly nodded on the side of the demon hunter's stubble, a soft kiss and a smile, and then walked out of the secret room without her head.

Zelin shook his head. There is one sentence I never missed, no strong spellcaster can be stupid or cowardly.

"You...are you arguing?"

Serrana stared at her without knowing and hurriedly left Virginia. "Sorry, if it's because you came to help me to make you conflict with your friend... I'm sorry."

"It's okay, Serana." Zelin shrugged. Virginia is very smart, and of course he is not a fool. "Are you going to live here next?"

"Yes, this castle may be terrible now, but as long as my mother and I are there, it will definitely get better if I clean it up a bit." Serrana opened her hands. "Of course, the castle must be repurchased. I guess there are only fragments of the seats outside. And the coffin... Maybe I can try a human bed with my mother. It must be more comfortable than a coffin."

Miss Vampire looked at Zelin, "I am very happy to settle down, everything can be over... But if you have some new adventures, I would be happy to walk with you. Of course, I just want to go out for a walk, if I can pass by It’s great to help you, even if you don’t come to me... how do you feel?"

"This adventure, I am very happy to have friends like you."

Serrana nodded. "That's exactly what I want to hear. Oh, yes, my mother..." Miss Vampire glanced back at Valerica. "She just gave me a suggestion, and I think it's a very good suggestion. Great, I want to give you a gift from the treasure house of this castle."

"Hey~ Haven't you already told Eslahn where the treasure trove is? I don't think the people who have won the victory will leave anything for the vampire castle that is supposed to be empty." Although not everyone is like it. The same as Gnaiya, but in the face of a completely unowned treasure, Zelin didn't think there would be some left behind to be searched for by future generations.

"Of course." Serrana raised her eyebrows and showed a playful smile. It can be seen that with the departure of Hakon, the understanding of her mother, Serana, who completely confided her heart, became a lot easier. No one would ever see her smile like this before. "But who would store all of his belongings in the same place."

The soldiers of the Dawn Guard had left the castle, they took the wounded away, and they would definitely return to the camp on the opposite shore to repair. The ground was splattered with blood, the corpses of vampires and death hounds, broken furniture and overturned cups and plates. No one would collect the corpses of these nasty vampires, and Serrana would eventually find a way to throw them out of the castle.

Following Serana, Zelin came to a room at the end of the castle. The decoration of this room is obviously different. Considering the former owner of the castle, Zelin then understood that this is definitely the residence of Hakon.

"Actually it is very secretive here, only my... father and mother know." Miss Vampire turned a candlestick without candles, and accompanied by a harsh sound, a secret door appeared on the wall.

"It's here, I hope there are enough things in it. It is not easy to re-decorate this castle. I plan to convert the prison into a breeding farm—oh, don't be confused, I just want to raise some elk and other animals. "

While explaining to the demon hunter, Serana walked into the secret door. In a good mood, Selana said more, "Come on, my mother said she wants to teach me something... I should learn, such as learning to understand..."

Selana's words stopped abruptly.

"What happened?"

Zelin also walked in, and then he understood the reason-more than a dozen boxes in the secret room had been pried open, and nothing was left in them except dust.