The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"I don't want to hear the reason." Bierna pinched her waist with one hand and waved her hand: "But I think you should get some more rewards. My son rarely communicates with other people. He can see him talking with one person. So happy, as a mother, I am very happy."

"Didn't you forbid him to leave the house?"

"That's just a rumor, I'm sure it's a rumor!" Birna waved her hand vigorously, and then took out an envelope: "Give this letter to Yadhuan. He is the steward of Keljo Castle. He will give you a bucket. Skelliger’s best mead, take it home and enjoy it."

"Uh, ma'am, generally speaking, I will get paid as much as I do, and the extra pay..."

"Let you hold it, you can hold it!" Bienna impatiently stuffed the letter into Zelin's hand: "Hurry up and get your reward, otherwise you are underestimating the Tursek family!"

Chapter 2833: The Power to Intervene in the General Election

Zelin usually doesn't refuse gifts.

Moreover, he was really curious what exactly was the taste of Skelrige's best mead. In the banquet hall, Geralt said that Skelrige's best local wine was concentrated in Keljo. Dragonborn should be very interested in this. Gnaiya felt sorry for missing the Keljo banquet. He could help her bring back a barrel of the best honey wine.

"Don't force it, Yamily, I know that arcane magic can do a lot of things, but use magic to lift so many things at once? I don't know how much Azeroth's apprentice mage can do, but... .."

"I am an official arcane mage, sir!"

Yamily poked her head from behind the barrel and corrected Zelin's mistake in shame: "How can you make such a low-level mistake?"

With that, she shook her right hand, wearing a mage ring on her index finger.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I forgot, uh, I always think that you are still the way we met when we met in Yese Town... But speaking of it, I feel that your speaking style seems to be the same Changed."

Yamily sighed. She put down the package in her hand, folded her arms on her chest, rolled her eyes and looked like a dead fish face: "That’s because I think many people’s minds cannot understand other people’s words. In consideration of saving time, I decided to explain my meaning in a more detailed way to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings. According to my personal estimation, this way of talking can reduce unnecessary small talk by 37%... ...."

"Okay, okay, okay, I see." Zelin interrupted Yamily quickly.

"But sir, you are definitely not in the range of these people who have a bad brain." Yamily smiled sweetly. She twisted her hands together, twisted her body slightly, and lowered her head: "Sir, do you like this?"

"Uh... it's just as good as before." Zelin continued to explain to Amily's somewhat puzzled look: "I mean, after you think I am not someone who needs too much explanation."

"Well, sir, as you wish." Jamily's ears trembled, a little disappointed.

Zelin believes that the 37% she omitted was definitely not because her chat method was effective, but because the 37% of them gave up directly communicating with her.

Standing on the balcony of Keljo Castle, Birna gritted her teeth and looked down at the demon hunter who left with the wine barrel she presented.

"You gave all the prepared wine barrels to the demon hunter, madam." Edward the butler came from behind: "Velka people are drinking normal honey wine without mushrooms and human blood."

"My son is in the banquet hall, Mr. Butler!" Bienna turned her head and suppressed the anger in her heart: "If I knew that he came back to participate in the king election conference, I would rather him stay on the island of Little Skellige! Let the matter go over like this, and I will think of other ways to help my son get the throne that should belong to him."

"There are still sixteen days to choose the king." Yadhuan looked at Birna suspiciously: "The number of people attending the Quite family banquet is the most, and the Quite family's supporters are also the most. Your son's support may not be as good as that. Alan Lugo, the son of "Madman", is only better than Dona Sinda's grandson Otrage Sinda."

"Of course I can find a way, Mr. Butler." Bienna retracted her gaze: "Compared with the political situation on the mainland, the election of the king is just a mess of a group of village chiefs."

Vizima--

A report from Skelliger was delivered to the emperor's desk, and the stamp on it indicated that the news was the most urgent.

Enhill Enris called on, and the courtiers and ladies on both sides of the study bowed and bowed and exited the room under the guidance of the housekeeper Mamari.

There were traces of the armor on Enhill's vest. He opened the envelope, glanced at the contents of the letter paper, and narrowed his eyes into a gap. This meant that he was thinking. No one guessed his thoughts in the eyes of the emperor. Anyone who tried to do so paid the heaviest price.

After a few seconds, Enhill raised his head and threw the letter into the fireplace aside: "Mamari, summon Lidox and let him arrive in half an hour."

Lee Daokes is the spy leader of Nilfgard, just like other spy leaders, his appearance is not good, it is difficult to distinguish him from the ordinary residents of Nilfgard, but this is the best characteristic of the spy. The black boots made a clear sound of footsteps in the quiet study, and Li Daokes shook his one-shoulder cloak and bowed to Emperor Enhill.

There are only two people left in the study.

Not many people in the empire like Lee Daokes, but no one wants to offend a man in charge of so many spies and secret agents. At least, everyone is still willing to sit at the table and act according to the rules.

"Skelliger's election will soon appear results, this is the list of all candidates."

Li Daokes’ eyebrows twitched. He did not remember presenting a similar note to the emperor. This meant that there might be a secret organization in the Imperial Intelligence Agency that he did not know, or that the emperor had a second channel for obtaining information, which was also his source. Don't know. He didn't like this situation, but in the imperial court, everyone knew how to conceal their displeasure and anger.

Is this pressure or warning?

"Your spy's infiltration of Novigrad failed."

The emperor’s second sentence hit Li Daokes’ chest like a heavy hammer: “The appropriation approved by the Imperial Senate for the Intelligence Bureau last year was 6,000 marks, which is equivalent to 360,000 francs, which can be exchanged for 120,000 kronor. ......"

Li Daokes wanted to tell the emperor that prices had changed a long time ago, and Fran was depreciating during the war, but he licked his lower lip and closed his mouth. He could not refute that Sasha of Novigrad was missing, maybe dead, maybe escaped, and his people couldn't find her.

"The ancient families of the empire told me that six thousand marks can build enough ships in the shipyard to wipe out the fleets of Radania, Kerviel, and Skellig. I know they lie, so I push the others away. People object, approve this budget." Enhill stood up and walked to a huge map hanging on the wall. This used to be Foltest’s favorite map room, and now it’s become Enhill’s favorite study room: "Skelliger has the fiercest fleet in the north. You have let me lose Novigrad’s ships. Now, you There is a chance to prove that you are worth six thousand marks..."

Li Daokes' legs were close together, his boots popped together.

"Lee Dawkes."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Your spy must ensure that the forces supporting Nilfgaard in Skelliger control the throne. The Tursek family, his family chief is a cowardly young man, and his mother is the real power holder." Enhill's hands are behind his back, and the fire from the fireplace is projected onto the diamond ring of his finger, and flashes of light are reflected: "Efficiency, speed, in this matter, I don't want to hear any news of failure... . News from the Eastern Front?"

"Four months of confrontation, Your Majesty." Li Daokes lowered his head, glad to change a valuable topic: "Hobbes still hasn't broken through Fjian's line of defense. There are many rumors, even... ."

"Even what?"

"Dragon." Lee Daokes raised his eyes slightly and observed Enhill calmly: "There have been reports that the camp stationed near the foot of Mahakam Mountain was attacked by a giant dragon. The soldiers have never seen such a monster. The hired demon hunter refused to hunt the dragon. The demon hunter claimed that the dragon was a wise race, not a monster. Hobbes was unwilling to attack when the enemy might be supported by aerial monsters. No one had the ability to attack at height one. One hundred meters of sky."

"Where is the warlock?" Enhill asked rhetorically.

He didn't hear the answer, so he turned around and found that Li Daokes was looking at him in surprise, hesitant to speak.

From the Lomune Summit, he signed a number of warlock verdicts against all possible contacts with the sorcerer assembly, usually the death penalty or permanent imprisonment.

"I don't care what difficulties Hobbes encounters. I did not appoint him as the commander of the army to let him tell me how difficult the war is." Enhill turned back to his desk and wrote a letter of order on a letter paper: "Don't worry about those. Dragons, there are not many of them. Tell Hobbs that he must cooperate with the navy of the Western Front to launch an attack a month later and warn him that if he messes up or refuses to fight, I will let him go around. ."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Li Daokes stroked his chest with one hand and tightened his upper body. This means that this meeting is about to end.

"Let the elves of Dole Bretanna assist him. I will hear the news of the victory in a month's time and the news that someone has planted the Black Sun banner on the walls of Forgeen and Van Geborg."

"Your Majesty, those elves... they are in trouble."

Li Daokes cleared his throat and carried out his prepared remarks.

Enhill's hand writing the order book paused.

"Trouble?" He raised his eyes.

"It's a magic disaster, Your Majesty." Li Daokes' expression remained unchanged: "A magical explosion in August last year destroyed most of the forest. Many people died in that explosion in Baihua Valley. In January this year, Baihua Valley Covered by a blizzard, no pellets were collected. My spy reported that the Elf Queen of Dole Bretanna was negotiating with the Queen of Dryads in Brocleon Forest about food imports. They had good personal relationships in the past, Dryads. Send a mission to Dole Bretanna."

The emperor stared sharply at the intelligence chief.

Li Daokes' expression remained unchanged.

"Order the elves to send their light cavalry to cover Hobbes' flank. I want to see their assistance, not the difficulty of reporting."