The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"Maybe your heart is not, but when you are controlled by hormones through a mutated body, then you can't help it."

Francesca raised her hand and made a simple gesture to Zelin. The demon hunter felt as if he had been poured with cold water, and couldn't help but shudder.

"What is this?"

"Clear the alcohol from your body and make you more sober by the way. You can think of it as a clear technique, a little trick. In the academy, there are often students who use this trick to keep themselves in the review a few days before the exam. Sober." Francesca explained patiently to Zelin, and then she smiled gently: "Then, what have you not eaten tonight?"

Zelin blinked: "Are you reading your mind?"

"No, you wrote it all on your face." Francesca slyly stretched out her fingers, pointed at Zelin's cheek, and then stretched out four fingers to beckon Zelin: "I will give You saved some food, preserved it with magic, and it’s still hot. Would you like to eat something? Don’t worry.” As if thinking of Zelin’s worries: “Joseph made it, not me.”

Francesca seemed to be ready long ago.

Sitting at the small wooden table, the elf warlock dexterously stroked his fingers, lit the three candles on the candelabra, and placed it in the middle of the tabletop.

"Li Min's thoughts? That's the case. Fortunately, she is a kind girl. I have known many source warlocks, people who are born with powerful powers, and after they find that their power is so strong, they rarely think of controlling it. , But abused for personal gain."

Zelin's gaze wandered between the roasted chicken, sliced ​​apple cubes and fresh carrots, but the elf's gaze was always on the demon hunter: "Her power was out of control and killed a lot of innocent people. Oh, I am very Understand, this is exactly why, our Warlock Academy always starts with culture classes that have nothing to do with spell-casting when training freshmen."

"Because this can... how to say? Cultivating sentiment?"

"No." The wizard warlock did not hesitate to destroy Zelin's imagination of the academy: "If you can tolerate those boring cultural classes and try to control your attention and listen carefully in its class, then you will be able to control yourself well. Magical power."

Zelin forks himself a piece of chicken.

"Why are you waiting for me here tonight, what's the matter?"

Francesca put down the silver fork in dissatisfaction: "Am I such a snob in your eyes?"

Zelin raised his eyes and stared at the beautiful emerald green eyes of the elf.

"...Well, there are indeed some things." Francesca looked back and stirred the apple slices and salad dressing on the silver plate with a fork: "I want to talk to you about the future."

"The future?"

"Yes, consider our family business, Zellin." Francesca said with a finger: "Although I have always taken care of this matter, you must at least know something. I think... in the future. These portals should be our private property, I have to find a way to hide them better, and it can help us make a lot of money. Don’t pretend to be indifferent, you know that your castle needs every month now How much does it cost?"

"I don't know." Zelin chewed the chicken. It was grilled well, but it was cold. He suspected Enid's preservation was to freeze the food in ice cubes: "I'm not here most of the time. But Enid, Why did you mention this suddenly?"

"Of course, because I found that you still have no idea about gold. Believe me, in the future, only those who own gold can own the whole world, not a false throne. Maybe, the future world will become Rich people come to be kings, not people of noble blood. Look at Nilfgaard now, smart nobles are relying on their connections and wealth to invest in business, looking for the daughters of emerging businessmen to be wives, only the stupid old stubborn Only then did he hold the land in his hand and hold on to it."

"So..."

"So since there is a portal here, it would be too wasteful if you don't make good use of it. First of all, don't consider the barren or dangerous worlds, such as Yanan and Saidarth. There are many worlds left, which are very suitable for commercial activities. . For example, Tamriel, Middle-earth, and Azeroth.” Francesca poured herself a glass of grape juice: “I think, in the future, we can think about it specifically for ourselves. When you are in another world, think more about making money."

Zelin took another piece of chicken for himself, he was indeed a little hungry. It's a pity that there is only grape juice here, and there is no sugar added. He hates this kind of sour drink. He was convinced, because the elves had always thought that sugar would become fat. Zelin couldn't figure it out, how could sugar turn into meat, it was really strange.

"I thought you would say, find a place to live in seclusion in the future."

"Do you think you are like a person who can take time off?" Francesca raised her eyebrows, "Find a poor country and look around where there are only bushes and lawns, and only do two things a day, that is Eating and sleeping, the only activity is in bed, and the rest of the time is lying on the bench and basking in the sun. If you like this kind of life..."

"Well, tell me about your plan." Zelin raised his hand and motioned Enid to stop: "What are you going to do?"

"Do you still need to ask? Tonight, I heard Altea told me that their world is celebrating a victory. This is a good opportunity, you know, waiting to be happy, carnival celebration, is what people have the strongest desire to consume. Time. According to the laws of history, the victory of a great war will bring peace for many years, and the next is the golden age, in other words, a good opportunity to make money.” Francesca crossed a slice of carrot and stood in front of Zelin’s eyes. Shaking: "After all, not only will we live in the future, but there will also be others, not everyone, like Joseph, who likes to endure the life of clear water and bread."

"I remember that before I found the gold in Lone Mountain, thanks to you for helping me take care of Joseph."

Zelin sighed.

The life of poverty a few years ago seemed so far away.

After eating the last piece of chicken, Zelin put down his knife and fork. This looks like a strange aristocratic dinner.

"I definitely support your idea, Enid, it looks like you are ready to transform from a queen to a businessman?"

"Actually, I planned to do this a long time ago, but Ida disagrees." Francesca put down the knife and fork, took out the handkerchief and wiped her fingers. Seeing Zelin indifferent, she glanced at Zelin helplessly.

"Use your handkerchief. If we go out to a banquet in the future, you will be laughed at."

"No, Enid, I won't participate in such a boring banquet." Zelin firmly raised his hands: "I would rather have a meal with my friends in a tavern."

The elf rubbed his forehead in distress, "Well, I respect your ideas, Zelin."

Zelin stretched out: "It's late, I can sleep for a while... No, there will be nothing tomorrow, I want to sleep until I wake up naturally."

For so many days, he hardly got a good night's sleep.

Francis Carr smiled: "My good demon hunter, doesn't the second mutation make your energy more vigorous?"

"For example..."

"I recently read some books on biology and mutation. I think it is necessary to teach you some knowledge and common sense. Learn, Zelin, people will be eliminated if they don't learn." Francesca stood up, Around the dining table, holding Zelin's hand with a smile on his face: "Let's go, we can go to... some place that won't be disturbed, and discuss it in depth. You know, you should be quiet when you study. That's right. It's been a long time since you learned ancient Chinese with me, haven't you?"

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ps: This is the end of this volume. The next volume is on the eve of the storm

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ps: I watched the wizard's web drama today... It's good, the only problem is that I remember the original Balvican, where the crossbow arrow was used by half-elves, and the show was black. Are elves going to become black? Black Francesca? Black Ida Emin?

Chapter 2898: Aneth's Gift

Li Min returned two days later.

The magician seemed to have simply forgotten what happened that day. Just like before, she looked for other people to play cards, and brought Elena behind her, but only at night, she would find quiet by herself. , Silent meditation in a place no one knows to maintain control over power.

On that day, a special guest came to Mahakam Castle.

"Aneth?"

Zelin stood at the gate of the castle, looking unexpectedly at Aneth who was wearing a red and white silk dress: "Why are you here?"

Anais wears a small and exquisite crown on the top of her head. Although there are not many ornaments on the silk dress, there is a circle of coat of arms decorated with the white lily of Tamoria hanging around her waist. There were only two entourages around him, one was Roche, the other Zelin didn't know him, probably a close friend she had chosen.

"I'm here to thank you, Master." She said softly, "In the war years, few people can be as loyal to my father as you. Such loyalty should be rewarded."

Zelin moved his neck and wiped his hands with a towel. He just got up and washed his face with cold water in the courtyard.

"This is my gift to you, Master." Aneth took a wooden box from Roche, held out her hand in both hands, and handed it to Zelin: "Please accept it."

Zelin dropped his gaze unexpectedly, looked at the wooden box in Aneth's hand, and hung the towel on the wire rope aside. That's where Joseph used to hang clothes.

The wooden box is so small that it is reasonable to say that there are not many gold coins in it. It can't be a gem or a diamond, Aneth's movements are easy, and the gem must be heavy. However, he didn't understand why Aneth wanted to do this. After living in the castle for almost two years, she should be very clear that Zelin has no shortage of similar things.

Maybe it's the mind.

The demon hunter chuckled and took the wooden box.

"I heard that your army is marching towards Vizima. The war is about to come. Shouldn't you be on the front line? Maybe I should call you His Majesty Varetti I now?"