The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"No, this was not done by me, it was my friend, and her name was Gnaya."

Following Zelin into the temple, the priestesses found that the exquisite statues and gilded decorations in the garden had disappeared, and the doors beside the temple and the garden were open. Needless to say, the boxes in the temple would also be destroyed by violence. But considering that this temple was once occupied by a terrible monster, the destruction is justified. Although a priestess wanted to ask why the monster would attack these expensive artworks, when I saw the ice in the middle of the temple At that time, she immediately swallowed the question from her mouth completely back into her stomach.

Among the ice cubes, there was a terrible monster that was sealed and beaten, and the other was over two meters tall and beat a huge werewolf.

"Mogwak... is it dead?"

A priestess slowly stepped forward and reached out to touch the ice cube. The werewolf's eyes turned suddenly, and the priestess was so frightened that she took two steps back and almost tripped over the stone behind her.

"It's not dead, it will be sealed in an ice block as a curse. I recommend that you throw this piece of ice into the sea."

He hasn't found a real way to kill Mogvac completely, maybe this is not a real curse, or rather, it is not a curse from the priestess. So Zelin recommended that the priests push the ice into the sea. The cold ocean can ensure that the ice will not melt. In this way, the seal can be kept, and even if the ice disappears one day, the werewolf cannot escape by swimming.

Zelin does not need information from Mogvac, he has enough sources of information to find Avalak. Now that it has been determined that Avalak once came to this temple, the next thing to do is to find out where the next destination of the elf sage is.

"Hmm..." The leading priestess Josta thought for a while: "I understand, thank you and your friends for your assistance, warrior, we will not forget your help."

A few months later, after the tourist route from Kerviel to Indalsfail was reopened, passengers found a werewolf enclosed in ice after a cold cave next to the temple. The tour guides introduced to them that this is the anger that the goddess Freya casts, turning the robbers threatening the temple into monsters and sealing them in the ice, allowing the robbers to endure the pain of the monsters forever.

Since then, Freya’s followers have become more and more, and Freya’s temple has become more and more secure.

As for some rumors that later appeared, the ice block that sealed the werewolf was actually a spell released by a warlock, and had nothing to do with the goddess Freya. During the period, some warlocks even came to the island to strengthen the seal. Freya's priests claimed that such rumors were purely fabricated, and had handed over the people who spread the rumors on the mainland to the lawyers to resolve.

On the long ship of the Tursek family, Svanrek stood by the side of the ship, looking at the islands that were drifting away. In the distance, seagulls replaced the human face monster bird.

"Are you going back to participate in the king election meeting?"

Zelin walked up to Svan Rick, holding his hands on the side of the ship: "Choose the king with other family candidates? Your mother might be very unhappy."

"Oh." Sfanridge sighed: "Master Demon Hunter, you must help me. My mother does not allow me to go to Keljo Castle. If I don't go, I won't be eligible to participate in the king election meeting. The King Election Conference must ask the candidates to put their weapons in the Throne Hall. Can you send them to me? My dagger."

With that, he took out a short sword and handed it to Zelin.

Zelin looked down at Svan Rigi's weapon, chuckled, pressed the back of his hand, and pushed it back.

"Did you know, Sfanrigi, based on my knowledge of weapons for so many years, a real good sword is definitely not a good sword wrapped in silk and stored in a wooden box. The sword is a sharp good sword if it sees blood." Zelin patted Svan Rigi on the shoulder: "We can go to the castle together when we return to Kell's Table Port, but then, only you can decide for yourself whether or not to go up and participate in the king election meeting."

"Sir, the fish soup is ready!" Yamily yelled to Zelin at the door of the cabin.

"...Is this your maid?" Svan Rigi asked Zelin strangely.

"No, this is a student sponsored by the company. She is very talented and works hard. Let's go."

Sfanridge shrugged and followed Zelin to the cabin: "I always thought that I knew a lot about the changes on the mainland, but now it seems that I still know too little."

"Of course, Sfanridge, times have changed."

Chapter 2829: The Pride of the One Who Chooses the King

The Tursek family's big ship sailed into the port of Keljo at noon.

"Sir, let me carry these. I'll take you to the hotel room." Yamily used magic to control a few packages floating around, causing the dock workers to keep peeking: "Put your armor in the package, too. I can wipe the blood and dust on it in the hotel."

"The armor is no longer needed. I will go to the Eagle Tower tonight. Gnaiya should have an answer." Zelin swept the dust on the breastplate: "You can stay in the hotel if you want to go back. If you do, just walk with me. At the female eagle tower, you can return to Mahakam with Enid."

"I'd better stay, sir, you and Madam Enid may need some magical help here. In the name of Nikko, I will clean the room here, and then wait for you and Madam Enid to come back." As if thinking of something, he waved his hand quickly: "Please don't worry, I will never delay my studies. The book "Intermediate Enchanting Techniques" by Master Star Song will be finished soon."

"I'm not talking about this... well, wait for me here. If there is no problem, I will be back tonight." Zelin sighed and turned to Sfanridge: "Let's go, Keljo The castle is waiting for us on it."

Standing in the port below, Zelin could directly see the candlelight flowing out of the castle window, and imagined how grand and lively the banquet was going on, as well as the fragrant roast suckling pig and roast whole lamb inside. This time, the Quett family banquet during the king election meeting will surely impress many people, and some even claimed that as long as there are no accidents, the offspring of the Quett family are likely to become the next king. No matter whether it is power or strength, no one is more powerful than the current Quat family.

Moving up the mountain road, villagers rushing to the banquet and guests leaving drunk can be seen everywhere on the road.

"They will definitely vote for the heirs of the Quett family."

Sfanrigi looked at the guests passing by and sighed: "The island of Skellige has the most inhabitants, and the number of people who come to the banquet at Keljo Castle is also the most. After all, this castle is so large, who I don’t like to enjoy it, instead of drinking unflavored, muddy wine in those leaky thatched inns."

"But your father was successfully elected at the election meeting, how did he do it?"

"My father called a group of people out to rob during the election of the king. The treasure he robbed filled two ships. Then on the day of the election of the king, when his raiding fleet sailed into the port of Keljo, People even left the election meeting and went to the dock to watch. At that time, my father stood on his long boat and announced that the trophies would be distributed to all those who supported him, so he won the respect and support of everyone."

At the entrance of the castle, a middle-aged butler in brocade clothes was chatting with Bienna. Seeing Sfanrigi appeared, Bienna first opened her eyes in surprise, then showed an angry look, leaving the butler strode towards Sfan. Regis. Sfanridge curled his neck, took a step back and looked away.

"How dare you come back?! Do you know how much trouble you caused by running out?! What if those **** barbarians catch you?!"

Bienna grabbed Sfanridge's arm and looked at his wrist: "Are you injured? I shouldn't allow you to go out on the boat! Hurry up and see a doctor to see if you are injured or have a cold. "

"I'm okay, mother." Sfanridge threw his hand away, and he shrugged: "I want to go to the hall. Elder Jorgen is in it. I don't need to see a doctor."

He looked at Zelin for help.

"If you want to become the king of the future, how can you not dare to show up in front of your subjects? On the mainland, the king sometimes has to stand on the balcony and wave to the residents of the capital." Zelin said: "There should be no banquet. Other requirements. For example, how many gold coins must be donated to pass the gate?"

"This is a private matter between my son and I. It has nothing to do with you, Demon Hunter." Bienna waved her hand, and then took out a bag of coins: "This is your reward. You can go."

"Thank you, but I still have to go to a banquet. There are not many opportunities. Your son promised to help me introduce the situation here." Zelin made a please gesture: "I heard that the heirs of other families are all Going out to seek glory, who are all in the castle now?"

"They are the leaders of each family." Svan Rigi took the opportunity to speak to Zelin, and walked up the long bridge leading to the castle with the demon hunter: "The leaders of all the families are in the castle. Others introduced their sons. My mother was helping me..."

Bierna pinched her waist with her hands, looked at her son entering the castle, and exhaled unhappily.

"Madam?"

The butler who was standing at the door just reminded him.

"Yadhuan, where did we just talk about?" Bienna turned her head: "My mushrooms have been delivered, I think we should invite more guests."

Entering the castle, Zelin met more Skelligs feasting. Before he walked into the banquet hall, he heard shouts and laughter coming from inside. Everyone standing at the door could directly feel the heat of the fire. The sound of the bard's flute was mixed with people's shouts and noise. In the wide hall, there are six pillars supporting the roof with a height of more than ten meters. The brazier and fireplace hung on the roof reflect the hall like daylight. The hall is full of banquet tables, and there is a candle in the middle of each table. The servants of the castle continue to carry food from the kitchen to the table. In the corners of the hall, barrels of honey are piled up. The drunk soldiers still I kept pouring wine into my mouth, as if this was the last dinner.

"That's the lord of Indalsfir, Dona Sindar." Sfanridge raised his hand and pointed to the inside of the hall. A white-haired man sitting alone at a long table looked almost the same. He is sixty years old, but he is still very strong. He is sitting on a bench, holding a roasted chicken leg in one hand and a wine glass in the other. An attendant is busy filling his glass with honey. And he turned his head and talked to a young man in a blue shirt and gold coat on the other side: "On the side is his son, Otrage Sinda."

"Thank you, I do have something to talk to him." Zelin nodded: "Can you introduce me to it?"

In Skellijie, people care more about fame and power, but unfortunately, Zelin usually does not set foot in Skellijie. The reputation here is probably not as loud as Gerd, so he needs an introducer.

"No problem, I'll put the sword on it, and then I'll introduce it to you."

Zelin and Sfanridge walked into the hall. The corner of the entrance to the banquet hall was surrounded by ropes. Two Skelliges were in a boxing match inside.

"Such a banquet is hard to see even in mainland countries." Sfanridge asked.

"Yes." At this point, Zelin must admit: "There is one thing to say. I have attended the royal banquet of Tamoria. Indeed, there is no such...luxury."

"You mean to say waste, don't you?" Sfanridge put his hands behind his back: "Yes, it is a waste. When the election of the king is over, you have to go out to rob, and prepare for the looted wealth. For the banquet of the people, it’s always the same. Because the more luxurious the banquet, the more support you will get. The more spoils you get, the more votes you get. Today is the last day. The sword is up."

"You don't need to tell me about this." Zelin opened his hands: "After all, it is you, not me, who decides to sit on the throne. You should decide the future by yourself, as long as you have this opportunity. Cherish it, not everyone. There are opportunities to determine your own destiny. Now that you have seized the opportunity, you should take it well."

Sfanridge sank his head, thought for a while, and nodded.