"I never thought of being able to block a storm on my own. But you know, some storms are related to magical winds. If you dispel the source, the storm will deflect or even stop and dissipate."

"Now, I am not facing a demon hunter, but a mage?"

"Maybe I'm a demon hunter disguised as a mage." Zelin thought about it, and still held up a wine glass with ice cubes on the side. In October, there were not many such ice cubes, except for magic.

"But I know you like to bet." Dixcher also raised his cup. "Should we make a bet?"

"No, I only play cards, not bets." Zelin raised his eyebrows. "It seems that the information you gave you is not accurate. Go back and deduct their wages."

"But there is one thing, their information is still valuable, so that I will not deduct their wages, let their wives and children starve at home, I am a very charitable person." Dixcher drank the drink in the glass in one gulp. "Devil hunters, like neutrality, don't they? Your responsibility is to kill monsters, save more poor farmers, cursed women, or children captured by grave witches."

Zelin looked at him, waiting for Dixcher's next words.

Seemingly disgusted with the light foods that are specially considered for women's figures, Dixcher leaned over and reached out to pick up the chicken legs on the other side of the table. The agent seemed to be entangled for a moment, and picked up a big green vegetable pod and an oval yellow fruit. Zelin could not name them. This is not surprising. With the development of navigation, more and more The place was discovered, more valuable vegetables began to enter the table, regardless of whether they are delicious or not, the Master’s banquet will favor these distinctive things, at least these vegetables will not appear on the tables of ordinary people, or even many little nobles On.

"Keep on maintaining your neutrality. After enjoying tonight, put your sword on your back and continue to kill monsters. To Pontar, to the Blue Mountains, to Praxida, to Livia, where monster killers are needed. , And not on Sinide Island, where there are no monsters, only a group of patriots who love the north and traitors who fall into the eyes of money."

"Everyone can become a patriot when needed."

Zelin drank the white wine and put down the glass. "Thank you for your suggestion, count. I seem to have seen Dole Gare. Do you mind if I go to talk to an expert on monster ecology?"

"Please. But before that..." Dixcher ate a lot, but the food seemed to be thrown into the bottomless pit. "As a price to make me feel bad, tell me, please eat a lady who cares about her figure, what should I invite?"

"Eat less meat, less sweets, and more fruit, such as salad." Zelin's fork picked up the last piece of apple salad. "Please allow me to retire."

"Goodbye."

Zelin put down his fork and walked in the direction of Dolgaray. He heard a woman complaining behind him.

"Oh, look, who is it? The food on the plate around here has been eaten clean, has it been licked?"

"And all that was eaten was meat, that person must be fat."

Chapter 509 Broken Strings

"Oh~ I'm lucky to see you again, old friend. To be honest, rumors about your death are flying in the air during this time."

It has been almost two years since Wall’s Dole Gare was separated in the floating port last time, but for a mage who can be considered a young man with a life span of one hundred years, two years is not that much. Long.

He is wearing a silk robe. For ordinary people, this is not simple, but among the many sorcerers and wizards, it seems a bit shabby. A male mage who was talking with Dole Gare hurriedly retired after seeing that the animal protection scholar had a new guest. Zelin also knew that person, Kaduin of Lan Yister.

"But it's a pity that my presence here may have swept some people's interest." Zelin nodded.

"Disappointment? They?" Dole Gare pointed to the crowd. "No, they won't be disappointed. They will be very happy. There will be one more audience. Don't say that staring at people for a long time is a rude behavior, they I like to be stared at, so that I can show the clothes made of precious and endangered animal fur."

"I thought you were still fighting for the rights of evil spirits?"

Zelin said jokingly, looking at the direction the mage pointed. However, he believed that it was not the tall leather boots and satchels made of white iguanas, salamanders, rock cobras, alligators and horned iguanas that attracted attention, but the things exposed by the low-cut dresses and short skirts.

"Seriously, after some consideration, I have to admit that there are some problems with the previous research direction." Who knows, Dolga Lei said solemnly "My top priority is not to study the hordes of creatures like ghosts. It’s about protecting the endangered species of wild animals, so that’s why I am willing to come to the **** feast of the participants and endure the executioner. I hope that the endangered animal protection proposal can be passed."

"I'm glad you can make such a change." Zelin raised his glass, and Dole Garry did the same.

"Cheers to your health."

After drinking, Zelin felt that he had drunk enough and ate a lot. He put down his cup and swept across the venue. At this time, he noticed that some people were missing in the venue. For example, Sabina who served King Henset, Keira Metz, an advisor to King Foltest, and Radcliffe of Osenfurt. The demon hunter did not find Dixcher at the dining table, only Philippa was still there, talking with two other female warlocks he didn't know. Philippa noticed Zelin's eyes and blinked at him.

"Are you still serving King Ezein in Sidaris?"

"King Ethiopian hopes to know what the warlocks here are planning to do." Dole Garay coughed a few times. I would not agree to it, it would be too arrogant. This is work."

"Yeah, work."

Zelin glanced at the people nearby, and suddenly asked, "You must know where Tishaya's office is, right?"

"Great mentor? Well, I do know that I have been to Sinide Island several times, and the structure and layout of this island have not changed." Dole Garay nodded, "Why ask this?"

"The great mentor wants to talk to me. I think you should know what I turned into the abandoned castle in the portal. Tutor Tisya is very interested in this." Zelin glanced out, Feili Ba walked to other positions, but no matter where it was, there was no barrier between her sight and the demon hunter.

"I heard the news, an academy. Recently, a well-known young screenwriter, Ess Davan also wrote a script and a novel about your academy. I saw it in the theater in Novigrad, and it's not bad. "

"Yes, about the college, but the trouble is that I can't go to Tishaya's office according to the agreed time." Zelin glanced at the hourglass above the palace. "You don't mind to tell me something." ?"

"No problem. Actually, if I didn't see you, I was planning to leave." Dole Gare sighed. "These people, they prefer **** more endangered animals, just to taste the strange meat and the best. The fur. At least you are not hunting for the hair of endangered animals, and they, they can't wait to find every animal that can provide better quality fur."

"Can I take your words as a compliment?"

"I am indeed complimenting you."

Zelin shrugged, he was certain that Dolgaré’s proposal was more likely to be rejected.

The banquet is still going on, but both the voice of the conversation and the rest of the participants are already a lot smaller. By the window of the ballroom, those phantom candles that were not made by magic have been extinguished, but no one went to replace them with a new one. There are no servants in this palace, only mages and their companions.

"He chatted with a woman we don’t know, very young, maybe just a student he knew at the academy. During the period, he also chatted with Dole Gare, the one who served Eszein of Sidaris People, don’t worry, Dulle Gare, like his king, is a neutral faction, and he left and returned to the accommodation area halfway through the banquet. You can rest assured."

The sorcerer confirmed this. Although this unexpected event will postpone some plans a bit, it doesn't hurt. The traitors would lie on the bed to sleep, or count the money the emperor promised them, but tonight the warlocks were not asleep for their loyalty and credibility to the king.

Dixcher walked on the empty streets of Goth Willen, and only moonlight could provide some light here. There are few people on the streets at night, and no one chooses to go out at this time because of the weather. Exposure to a storm is likely to bring a bad cold and fever.

He walked to a remote place, which was supposed to be a warehouse. As a seaport city, many trading companies set up warehouses here as a transfer station for goods. It's just that few people know who and what organization this remote warehouse belongs to.

The spy leader took out the key and pushed open the warehouse door. There was still a smell of smoked fish in it, but the ones in the warehouse were not fish-smoked buckets.

"Everyone, polish up your weapons and prepare for action." Dozens of the most elite soldiers of Ridania gathered inside. They were wearing Demorkin armor, spears, bows and arrows, and suitable for being in the corridors. Fighting daggers. They are not in large numbers, but they are sufficient for raids and arrests.

Hearing Dixcher's voice, the soldiers inside stood up silently, quickly lined up, and under the leadership of the spy chief, marched towards Sinide Island not far away.

Chapter 510 First Action

"If it were before, I would definitely not believe these things."

Tisaya's face is not very good.

"I have seen many things, if you don't mind, for safety reasons, please only step on the black tiles."

When finally, even Philippa left the banquet hall, Zelin met Tisya of Fries on the nearby balcony. The headmistress seems to have been observing nearby for some time.

"Like you said, I can't appear in front of you at this time when nothing is certain, and then tell you that a coup is coming." Walking in the Los Angeles Palace and Gastang On the stone bridge connected to the palace, Zelin paid attention to the floor tiles under his feet. The black and white ground looks a little strange. It is not a deliberate look, it has no symmetry and irregularities, just like ink sprinkled on the ground.

The violent waves beat the rock violently, and the sound of seagulls resounded in the distant night.

The banquet in the Aretuza Ballroom continued, but its format became more traditional and private. The table was removed, and the warlocks and witches brought in sofas, chairs, and stools that they didn't know where they came from. They sat down and began various entertainment activities. Most entertainment may be considered inappropriate. A large group of people sat around the barrel, drinking and chatting, occasionally bursting into harsh laughter and singing rude songs. Some people play cards enthusiastically and despise those around them. Some people fell asleep on the carpet nearby. A couple is kissing passionately in a certain corner, eagerly showing that they are not going to limit themselves to kissing.

"How can you stop this?"

The news that Zelin received was terrible. Not only a group of people who joined Philippa, but also a group of warlocks joined Wigwarts. The gold of the empire is very useful. Demon hunters can now think of it. It is estimated that there are no more than ten people in Sinide Island who are willing to continue to follow Tisya and the Order.

"I will try my best to minimize the casualties that will occur, and minimize the scale of the conflict." Tisya leaned on the fence of the long bridge. The fence is the same as the ground, black and white, and Tishaya's hand is placed on the black part. "I can trust you, Demon Hunter? Let us prepare together."