"What?" Francesca stretched out her head and patted her hands after a few seconds. "Oh, I must have taken it wrong. Wait, I'll get a new one..."

"No, no, I think it's good, drinking a glass of water is good for rest." Zelin quickly took Francesca's arm and let her sit back on the bed. "Look, you have worked so hard for so long, and finally solved the trouble, so don't think about other things. What are you doing during this time? You are not in Baihua Valley, where have you been? Monte Carvo Castle?"

"Yes, there have been too many things happening recently, Aden, Kodwin, Tamoria and Kerviel. Let those kings and nobles control the scale of the war within the court as much as possible. In Kerviel we It succeeded, but there are still headaches elsewhere." Francesca lay down, covering her forehead with one hand, as if she didn’t want to think about the difficult things anymore, while the other hand grabbed Zelin in turn. Wrist. "Stop asking about these things, and you won't like to deal with them. While no one else will bother us, this is our time."

Yes, why should he care about those distant things.

Zelin took another sip, and the cool water made him feel a lot more comfortable. "Well, you are right, but who did the assassination of King Aden?"

"It's not just Aden, but Kerviel. I guess it's because of the peace of a few years that the nobles under them think they have a chance to covet the throne. Look at Tamoria. If the barons of Tamoria don't have so many soldiers, they Will also send assassins to assassinate Foltest." Francesca slightly raised her hand, revealing a gap. "Why are you still talking about this? I'm very tired, I want to cherish this time, and no one will bother..."

咚咚咚——

The door was knocked.

"Zelin, are you inside?" It was Gnaiya's voice. "I heard you were going to bed so early? Is your body uncomfortable?"

"No, it's not—"

Before Zelin finished speaking, Francesca suddenly sat up, then sat on Zelin's thighs, wrapped her arms around the back of the demon hunter's neck, with her right leg folded over her left leg, and her face pressed against her chest.

"Because we have more important things, such as revisiting the past and imagining the future after we have been apart for so long, Gnaiya." Francesca said lazily, with a defiant smile in her eyes looking at the door. Meaning. "If you don't have anything important, please don't disturb our two people's time in the past few days."

After a few seconds, the door slammed open. Gneia stood in the doorway in a linen shirt, with a smirk on her face. "It's really surprising, Elf, are you still alive? I haven't heard from you for almost three months. I thought the little flesh on your bones was rotten in the soil."

But this time, Francesca didn't **** for tat, but stuck to Zelin's ear, whispering in a certain well-controlled voice. "Let's ignore this rude and rude girl, go ahead, I am looking forward to what kind of surprises you can bring me."

This sound just made the Dragon Yi heard clearly.

Gneia was silent for a few seconds, she must be angry now, the silver ring under her earlobe swaying slightly. Zelin thinks he should relax the atmosphere and don't let them make a fuss too stiff, although he knows that the end result must be his own bad luck.

"Enid, this doesn't need..."

"Shut up!" Long Yi interrupted him mercilessly, she strode in, and slammed the door back into the door frame. At the same time, while walking, he unfastened the belt around his waist and threw the excess clothes on the ground. "Are you only left with this ability, Elf? Do you think I will run out like a shy little girl, blushing, or be frightened in place, at a loss? No, I will prove that you don’t I can’t beat me in any respect. Oh, yes, by the way, I made the dinner last night by myself. Zelin also said that I did a good job, second only to the doctor, and much better than a shameless elf. Up."

Zelin felt a tingling pain in the back of his neck, and the elf had sharp nails on one of his hands.

"Not only is it rude, but I also know that I lied." Francesca snorted softly. "I still don't understand what reservedness is."

"Not as good as you, Elf." The Dragonborn snorted softly. "Get off!"

Zelin may never be able to describe whether their relationship is good or bad, how good, or how bad it is.

Chapter 1787 The King Assassinated

Sometimes Zelin would almost have the illusion that such a life is actually good.

Yes, this is an illusion.

"Why do you want to get up? Go back to bed, the sky is just bright."

"I may have forgotten something, Enid." Zelin put his shirt on his head while looking at the calendar across the bed. "Very important thing."

"What can be the death of another king?" Francesca murmured, lying on the pillow. "Don't worry about those things, it's so sleepy."

Yes.

The demon hunter who was wearing his clothes stopped his hand, lowered his eyes, and looked at his palm. There are traces of holding the sword for a long time on the inside of the fingers.

How many things are worthy of his concern in this world? For these horrible, rude, and unaware farmers, for the greedy, exquisite egoists, dressed up like heroes on murals, they are actually not as good as a boar aristocrat, although both will do Destroying the vegetable garden and smashing through the fence are just one using his teeth and the other civilized, and sending his soldiers to burn it. In this case, why can't he lie back and enjoy the result of risking his life as a bet over the years?

"No, Enid, I don't think I'm old enough to enter retirement." Zelin shook his head, put on his pants, and looked for a while before finding the belt under the bed. The ghost knows how it got there. "Lying on a chair, basking in the sun, drinking beer and waiting for sores on my buttocks? Maybe in ten or twenty years, I will like this kind of life, but not now."

"Um..." Francesca made a dissatisfied voice, she turned around, and then hit an obstacle. The Dragonborn lay on the other side, occupying most of the space. There was still a slight smile on her face, as if she had dreamed of something good. "Then lie down and stay with me for a while. It's been a long time since we know each other intimately. Also, it's too crowded to throw this woman off my bed."

"I remember, Enid. There was a stranger named Three Jackdaws, who invited me to go to Forge with him."

"Three jackdaws?" Francesca's soft eyelids suddenly lifted. "How come a woman has such a strange name."

"He seems to be an archaeologist from Serekania, probably in his thirties. Or a folklorist? A historical researcher? He is almost a similar person anyway."

"Oh." The elf closed his eyes again. "No matter what he does, come back quickly. I like to hear someone cry and I want to continue. If you are thirsty, the water glass is on the table. I cast the spell and the water in the glass will never run out."

"It's not that simple." Zelin tightened the straps on his boots. "He invited me to Fojian, but I didn't agree at first."

"Smart."

"...And did not refuse."

"Idiot."

"I said I have to consider it. He said that his invitation will remain valid until I give him a reply. If I remember correctly or forget the time of the day, then he should be at the floating port today waiting for my answer. God, this What kind of life have we been living in five days."

"Let him go by himself, maybe he would have run away alone."

Standing on the wooden floor, Ze Lin found one shoe by the bed and the second one from the top of the cabinet. "I don't like to miss appointments, you know. Even if I refuse, I will walk up to him and tell him that I'm not going anymore, sorry.... Oh, damn, why are these boots getting water? I'm going to find a new one. Boots."

Francesca supported her body and looked at the demon hunter who was wearing her coat. The sheets slid down the smooth back to the waist. "Then please tell Yusefka for me by the way, and I will cook today's lunch."

"What?"

"Do you have an opinion?"

"...No, no." Zelin shrugged. "By the way, I have two friends who are also at the floating port. One of them, as you may know, is Dandrien, a bard. They might go for a drink with me, so I don't have to wait for lunch."

The sleepy Francesca didn't think much, she just waved her hand. "No problem, just don't let me find that you are on the second floor of the Floating Harbor Tavern. Also, when you go to the warehouse to find new boots, remember to avoid the portal. I strengthened the seal of the tunnel to Saidarth the day before yesterday. Then a trap was set up nearby. No matter who passed by without consent, they would be forcibly teleported to the magic prison in the basement. Don't let me wake up and the first thing is to release you in the basement. "

"Don't worry, I won't walk within a hundred meters of the trap."

As if they were talking too loudly, Gnaiya rolled over, muttered a few words in a dream, and fell asleep again.

"Well, go and come back quickly."

Francesca took a deep breath and relaxed. After hearing a slight opening and closing sound, the corners of the elf's mouth slightly cocked. She knows many things, what happened, what is happening, and what will happen. There are few things that can be hidden from her eyes and magic, such as Yusevka who tangled back and forth three times on the stairs from the second floor to the third floor last night, and finally chose to go back.

But there is one thing that the elves might not have expected. For example, Zelin didn't plan to come back at noon.

Dandrien is still in the tavern in the floating port, in fact, he almost lives here. It's hard to imagine that the poet who haunted Vizima's wealthy district last year and circulated among the skirts of many businessmen's daughters would soon like the rural atmosphere of the floating port. Perhaps the women here are more attractive to him. After all, when he was in Vizima, he needed to play music, compose poems, sing a legend, and spend some coins to do things, here, you can just use The final step can be done.

But considering where he is, Zelin decided not to look for him on the second floor of the tavern. No one knows if the sorcerer has other ways to keep her gaze following Zelin. People say that the crows in the sky and the poisonous snakes on the ground all say the eyeliner of the sorcerers. Zelin once asked Francesca for verification, but the spirit The warlock never gave a positive answer.

"Hey, Zelin, here!"

Zoltan sitting on the first floor of the tavern beckoned to the demon hunter. Three jackdaws were sitting opposite him, talking to the waiter.

"Zoltan." Zelin sat next to Zoltan and looked up and down the strong dwarf. "It looks like you just had a fight with someone, and then you ran three laps in the forest. What's the matter? You look too bad."

"I just went to the forest. Robin Dan's Sevik said that there seemed to be a few people on the edge of the forest. He suspected that they were robbers nearby. Yes, they were robbers. Don't be surprised. These **** **** can Robbery in any place where people live!...What are you looking at, Zelin?"