The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"Enid..."

"I want to get rid of these shortcomings. I don't want to get further and further away from you over time. At the beginning, you were just a demon hunter, and I was one of the five warlocks in the council, only the two of us. Now, you are the legendary demon hunter who reorganized the academy, and there are many more people around you, many people who can help you, and because I have to take care of this new country, I can’t do it as often as before. With you. So when I saw you showing up with a woman again, I...I don't know what to say. And..."

"Enid." Zelin pressed the elf's shoulders with both hands. "Listen to me, these are not your faults."

Enid's doe-like eyes widened and looked at the demon hunter who was close at hand.

"It's my fault, Enid, I don't want to make you sad. You tell me your truth, and I want to tell you. I always feel like I'm sorry for you, there are others. You are in Sunnid Island After the coup, I hope that I can help gather the elven refugees who are living outside. You said that you did not owe me at the time, and you decided to pay me as commissioned, but I refused. Do you think I had a lot of money at that time? No, not much at all , But I don’t want your payment, and I don’t want to talk about payment after doing things for any of you. I always owe you."

Zelin took a deep breath, he had almost never said anything like this.

It seems that they are not an elf warlock who has lived for a long time and a demon hunter who has experienced a hundred years, but two crappy young men.

"Maybe what I owe you will never end... I used to be just a demon hunter, wandering in the countryside, looking for commissions in the city, sometimes going to the brothel, and living a day counted as a day, never Stop, it’s impossible to stop. I don’t know what to say, I’m very happy to meet you and others."

Why would he prefer to return to that dangerous place again and save Yusevka from his dream?

After he has been wandering for nearly a hundred years, the doctor was the first to treat him as an ordinary person, willing to chat with him, willing to trust him, and willing to rely on him, even after he knew that he was not an ordinary person. Maybe Yanan in the dream is a dangerous place for others, but for the demon hunter, that is the first place he is willing to pay, and the place he will never forget the most.

"I owe you...too much..."

Enid's forehead rested on Zelin's chest, and the hand on her shoulder could feel her body trembling slightly.

After a while, she sighed softly.

"Yes, my Zelin, you owe me too much." She raised her head, wrapped her arms around Zelin's waist, hugged him tightly, and stared at him directly, "I want to forever Staying with you, I want you to owe me forever and make you never finish. You are never allowed to leave me, understand? Forever! Maybe I can’t declare, but you are my prince, if you dare Leave me, or dare to leave me, no matter where you go, I will catch you back and tie you to me to make you pay off your debts. Can you hear me? No matter what woman you sleep with, you will never Want to get rid of me."

"It seems that my debts are so much that I have to sell myself to repay them."

Enid chuckled when he heard Zelin's words.

"Yes, you are mine, you are mine, you have been since three years ago. You helped me in the past, and it was mine. Now it is you who owe me. Who is the creditor of us?"

"Who knows, is this important?"

"No, not at all."

They touched lightly, familiar and strange. After they had said everything, the string that had been tight for two or three days was finally released. Familiar, they are very familiar with each other, every inch, every minute. Strange, they seemed to be honest with each other for the first time. They fell into the pool, and the pond splashed with a ripple, disturbing the goldfish. After a long time, the sky was dark, and the night shadows distorted by silence were reflected in the twisted and hazy garden full of cicadas and night breath.

The elf sighed contentedly.

"Zelin?"

"I'm listening."

"Do you know the story of Laura Doren?"

"I know."

"Will we end up like this in the end?"

"No."

"Why?"

"Because you are not Laura Doren, and I am not Lord's Craignan."

He felt her tight body relax, and the elf chuckled lightly and relaxed.

"I suddenly remembered that your subordinates seem to be waiting for you."

"Kenna? Let her wait, it's still early, we still have time."

"But it's already dark."

"Hasn't the sun risen yet?"

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The first thousand and sixty-six chapters of the dead

At first, Marianne thought she was dead.

Her head was dizzy, but her memory was not affected. She still remembered the last scene she saw before she passed out. The ground has collapsed under their feet, and it is impossible for anyone to survive hundreds of meters in the sky. She thought of many people and many things. She didn't know how sad her sister Bethany would be when she learned that she had died, and her friends.

She recalled her thirty-two years of life. Her achievements, her regrets, her friends and her enemies. All the poor people saved by her, all the powerful enemies who died in her hands. She thought for a long time, all the sadness and joy, maybe she shouldn’t be sad, because she can see her father, mother and brothers in the world after death, and she can tell her father herself that she really defeated Kaurifei Yas.

Then she woke up.

"...Can you see clearly?"

A gentle inquiring sound came into her ears, very faint, as if coming from a long distance. Marianne slowly opened her eyes, her eyelids were as heavy as lead, as if something had stuck her eyelids together. After a while, she gradually opened her eyes. Her vision was blurred, she knew it was a sequelae of lethargy, because she had encountered this situation several times in the past.

Gradually, her vision became clear, and she gradually focused on the gray cloth robe in front of her. But first, she smelled a hint of fragrance.

A woman.

Grey cloth robe? She had never heard that there would be church nuns or doctors dressed in gray, but then Marian thought of another thing. When the necromancers of the Kingdom of Nevala were making mummies, they would wear gray robes. , To show their respect for death.

"...If you can, it's best to change into a new outfit. These clothes are already soaked, which is not good for the body."

Marianne sat up suddenly.

"Wait, wait! I'm not dead yet."

The doctor next to the bed was taken aback, and she backed away several steps.

"Calm down, okay? Calm down. You are safe now. Don't worry. This is a safe place. You don't need to worry about anything." Yusevka opened his hands and said that he has no malice to make mentally unstable patients. Calm down as much as possible, this is what she learned when Yanan was an apprentice.

Marianne looked around in confusion. She lowered her head and found that she was lying on the soft bed covered with white sheets, her armor had been taken off, and she put on a dry and comfortable shirt that didn't fit well. Kind of similar to pajamas. The shape of this room is something she has never seen before. The herringbone-shaped sloping roof, the wooden structure and even the floor are all wooden. There are four beds neatly arranged in the room, which is somewhat similar to the layout of Androste Church.

"You...who are you? Where is this place?"

"Uh... this may be a little difficult for you to understand. Wait a minute, I will let someone you know come and explain to you. Zelin, do you remember him? He is here, and it will not be long before Come here." Yusevka didn't say much, she knew that at this time she said it might only arouse suspicion. When someone is in a strange environment, he will instinctively be wary of any stranger. Rather than let her explain, it's better to wait for Zelin to come back. The patient's spirit has been tense, but it is not good, although Yusevka knew that Marianne's coma was only due to excessive blood loss and physical exhaustion.

"Zelin? Is he here?"

"Yeah, you and him have experienced terrible things, but fortunately, you are all fine." Yusevka smiled slightly and tucked the gray hair on his forehead behind his ears. At this moment Marianne noticed that the doctor in front of her was younger than she expected, and that her silver hair had misled her.

"Okay, I get it."

Marianne breathed a sigh of relief when she heard the name of a familiar person. The soreness caused by the muscles that had been affected when she sat up just now suddenly surged, and she had to lie down again. She closed her eyes groggy, and after making sure that she was alive and safe, she quickly fell asleep.