The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"Once, you said to me that you don't need me to thank you, and now, I don't want to hear you say hard work and trouble to me."

"Mind reading, Enid."

"That goblin? I understand."

Francesca's mind reading technique is very effective for goblins. Can easily help them obtain a lot of information they want. Whether it was in Southam, or in the present. One advantage of traveling with Francesca is probably that Zelin doesn't need to bother to figure out what a person is thinking.

"...His employer is another goblin, and he doesn't know him."

Francesca slowly lowered the palm of her hand radiating chaotic magic light.

Zelin frowned: "Only these?"

"They are very cautious. Unfortunately, there are only these."

"In other words, someone hired a murderer to assassinate the special envoy of the tribe." Zelin looked at the troll: "What do you think, Zaraka?"

"The tribal chief will be interested in this." Zaraka touched his chin: "It will be very interested."

"And..." Zelin looked at Talilian who was in a coma: "I have a plan."

Chapter 2937: The Brewing Storm

Talilian is missing.

Zaraka returned to the Grom'gau camp and reported the intelligence he had detected in the venture capital company, just as normal.

Jia Liya was sent by Anduin. She should be trusted. Zaraka didn't seem to be involved in the assassination of Tallen. Zelin believed in his own judgment.

Francesca was very interested. She seemed to want to understand how Zelin was involved in the affairs of another world, just like they did when they were in Southam.

Dan Zelin arrived in Stormwind alone.

In the early morning, the streets of Stormwind were empty. Only the patrols carrying oil lamps and torches were responsible for the last inspection during the curfew. The first ray of morning light shrouded the spire of the Cathedral of Light, and the bell tower rang with melodious bells on time, six times.

Standing in front of Tess's house, Zelin stretched out his hand and knocked gently on the door three times.

After waiting for ten seconds, there was no sound from behind the door.

Zelin knocked on the door again.

Suddenly, he saw a gap in the wooden door.

The door is not locked.

So the demon hunter pushed open the door directly, raised his leg and stepped across the stairs.

A man lay on the sofa and sat up immediately after hearing the sound of pushing the door. The bedding slipped to his waist.

"Who?!"

The demon hunter stopped.

"Tess?" He frowned. "I just knocked on the door, and you didn't lock it."

"Lock the door? Oh, damn..." Tess was startled, her tight body slowly relaxed after seeing the familiar figure in her bewildered eyes: "Did I not lock the door?"

"And you are still sleeping on the sofa."

Tess took off her nightcap listlessly, and threw it on the dining table aside: "Yesterday the Stormwind emergency meeting, my father went to Darnassus to visit his mother, so I attended instead of him. It ended only an hour ago. I invited Ain. A representative of the clan came to Stormwind, but I didn’t expect that she would directly occupy my bedroom. Is this the etiquette in your world?"

"No."

"Ah, I forgot, she and you are not in the same world." Tess scratched her forehead.

"Only one bedroom?"

"Father lives in Stormwind Fortress. This is my house." Tess slowly sighed and rubbed her cheeks vigorously: "Get out! I want to change clothes."

"Well, I'll wait for you outside."

Tess got up much more efficiently than the other women Zellin had seen. Maybe it is because the makeup time is saved, the werewolves seem to have no need for cosmetics. The demon hunter waited outside for ten minutes, and heard Tess's voice from inside.

"Come in."

"So fast?"

Zelin opened the door, Tess was facing the door, standing in front of a mirror, holding the cold water in the basin with both hands to wash her face.

"Talk about business."

Tess took off the pink towel hung on the wooden shelf nearby and wiped her face vigorously: "Why come to me?"

"Do you know that Laetisa originally planned to have a meeting with the tribe's envoy last night?"

Tess's movement of wiping her face gradually slowed down.

"Really? I don't know." The werewolf princess replied naturally, trying to suppress the corners of her mouth: "Unfortunately, I guess the tribal envoy may have been waiting in the cold wind all night? But this is also good, lest the tribe is new to us The allies made inappropriate requests. They should be told that the alliance is relatively strong and they are not qualified to make conditions. I originally thought that the elves should like to eat vegetarian food, but the chef sent from Stormwind Fortress said that the envoys of the Ayn clan would eat it. Lost three plates of beef?"

Tess put the towel back on the stand, patted her cheek, and turned around: "Do they like meat? If so, I should suggest revising the menu at the welcome banquet."

"Yes, they like to eat meat." Zelin stared straight at Tess's eyes undisguisedly.

Tess lowered her head, glanced at her body, and then grabbed the messy collar with both hands: "What are you looking at?"

"Nothing."

"Really?" The werewolf princess obviously didn't believe it: "I know that there is a magic called mind reading in your world, but there should be no perspective? The holy light is on, your chaotic magic makes me very uncomfortable. It's like the fel used by the Burning Legion, messy and disorderly."

"How could it be, of course not." Zelin spread out his hand.

He would not tell Tess that with the help of the potion, he could directly see the heart and the flowing blood.

She is lying.

Zelin could tell that her eyes were not deceiving.

She is a princess, an assassin, and an uncrowned one.

Also a young man.

This is the case when the uncrowned, she has never been good at concealing her emotions. Perhaps it was the blood of a werewolf that made her more difficult to control.

"What the **** is it? If it's small talk, I recommend that you go to the Duke of Eberlock." Tess shrugged: "I don't want to hear about the boring scandals about the royal family and the hereditary duke family in the streets of Stormwind."

"The envoy of the tribe is in trouble."

"You should talk to the people at MI7. I don't care about this. What does the tribe's life and death have to do with me?" Tess sighed helplessly: "I thought it was something important, Saint Light, why bother me about the tribe. No one cares about the tribe now. A very dangerous thing happened last night. How many nights did you think Stormwind had a meeting? The last time was when the Iron Horde invaded. The last time it was Prince Anduin’s ship that disappeared in the waters of Pandaria."