Chapter 173 What do you think of my daughter
After the meeting.
Gray Wind ended its possession of Tyrael, and the emerald green light gradually faded from the latter's eyes.
Although his appearance has not changed at all and is still the handsome face, Luo Yan can clearly feel that he has become hundreds of years younger in an instant.
"Disappeared..." Youyou, who was floating next to Luo Yan, murmured in surprise.
From its perspective, the huge and pure soul entity split into countless light spots in an instant, just like fireflies in the bushes, and disappeared in the woods in an instant.
No wonder it can’t see its soul level!
It was originally a collection of countless souls gathered together to form a tower and overlapped together!
Luo Yan could resonate with its feelings from Yuyou's exclamation, but what interested him more was another thing.
These night elves are both children of Gray Wind and part of it. They are part of each other, and one is part of me. They are both prosperous and deprived...
The two parties have actually formed a special symbiotic relationship, and this relationship has transcended all worldly contracts.
What's even more incredible is that they maintained their independence of personality while relying on Gray Wind. They did not give birth to religious beliefs from this, nor did they endow it with divinity, restraining it and restraining themselves at the same time.
Interesting.
Noticing the interested expression on Luo Yan's face, Tyrell had a pleasant smile on his face and said in a personable manner.
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Even his speaking voice has completely changed, from an aging and wise elder to a powerful yet elegant young leader.
Luo Yan looked at him unexpectedly.
"I'm curious, did you not hear anything about what we just talked about?"
Tyrell shook his head slightly and said in a gentle tone.
"For us, the feeling of being possessed by our ancestors is like sleeping and then having a dream. In the dream, I turned into a butterfly. Before I could fully appreciate the feeling, I came back here in the blink of an eye."
Luo Yan joked.
"It seems that I disturbed your dream."
Tyrell curved the corners of his mouth in a friendly manner and said with a smile.
hh "How could it be? For me, nothing is more important than responding to your call."
hh Luo Yan did not take this courtesy too seriously, and just smiled and said.
"Aren't you curious about what we talked about?"
Tyrrell answered without thinking.
"If there is something that I need to know, the respected ancestor will naturally tell me."
Luo Yan: "It seems that you trust it very much."
"Of course," Tyrell nodded slightly and continued in a gentle tone, "When both the High Elf Council and the Tree of Igede abandoned us, it was it that broke itself. , fell from the tree of Igede, bringing us the last hope after losing everything. Since then, we have called ourselves its children and named our tribe after it, until today. "
That was a story that took place in the early First Era, nearly a thousand years ago, even older than the history of the Misty Forest and even the Silver Pine Forest.
At that time, there was no Thunder County, let alone a labyrinth. The Isaac Dynasty had just set its sights on this uncultivated land on the northeastern coast of the Whirlpool Sea.
Luo Yan originally thought that he was going to tell him a long story, but he didn't expect that the latter just thought about it for a long time, then smiled and summed up the past in one sentence.
��That was a long, long time ago, and my father and I were not even born yet. "
Luo Yan smiled faintly.
“I thought you made such a long preparation because you planned to tell me.”
Tyrell shook his head slightly and said in a casual tone.
"I certainly wouldn't mind doing it if you're interested, but I don't think you're interested."
Luo Yan did not deny it.
Although these night elves are his vassals, as an outsider, he is really not very interested in the distant history of how they came here.
Humbling upon seeing this from Luo Yan's expression, Tyrell didn't mind. Instead, he smiled relaxedly and continued in a normal tone.
In the face of time, it is but a piece of paper as thin as a wing. Our current obsessions may be nothing in the distant future. Even I, if I do not recall carefully, would find it difficult to recall the name of my great-great-grandfather, let alone those who followed him, many of whom did not even have their names left in the end. "
Luo Yan: "I originally thought that people who live longer would be less sensitive to time."
Tyrell shook his head slightly.
"That is the misunderstanding of us by outsiders. The longer we live, the richer our experience, the more things we reconcile, and the more we pursue spiritual peace. At the same time, it is precisely because we realize that nothing in this world can stand the test of time, so we cherish the happiness of the moment more than writing a magnificent epic."
Luo Yan nodded clearly.
"I see, I think this is good."
It is also an immortal species, but Principal Alvin Kruger seems to have been living in the past years.
He originally thought that this was the case for all those who had been watching for a long time, but now it seems that there is actually another situation.
Looking at the thoughtful Demon King, Tyrell had a smile on his face and continued in a gentle tone.
"Thank you for thinking so, and thank you for creating the opportunity for us to be content with our status quo. It would be our honor if our philosophy of life can inspire you."
Luo Yan probably sensed something from his words. This guy was worried that he was messing around like the previous Demon King Reggie Dragon, throwing a bunch of bastard punches at the outside world. In the end, no hair was harvested. Not only did he lead everyone to starve, but he also got himself killed.
The night elves of the Gray Wind tribe are very satisfied with their current life, and it would be best to continue it if possible.
Tyrrell tried to use euphemistic words to express that he hoped that he could be a conservative king who was content with the status quo, spend more time enjoying life, and not take the orders of hell too seriously.
To be honest, this is a very attractive proposal, and Luo Yan is indeed not a very troublesome person.
Lately it has been his players who have been playing, and all he has done is to provide them with a stage for free play.
"You have indeed given me a lot of inspiration, I have never considered these things before."
When speaking of this, Luo Yan paused for a moment, changed the topic and continued.
“Let’s stop discussing philosophical issues here. Let’s talk about practical issues. I want to know how your life is lately? Are there any inconveniences or areas that need improvement?”
Tyrrell shook his head and said with a smile.
"No more for the time being, we are very satisfied with the status quo, and regarding this, you must have felt it from the enthusiasm of my people. I can assure you that it comes from their hearts... At least I can't direct them in this matter."
When he said this, he did not mean any flattery.
Among all the demon kings who have served the Gray Wind Tribe, no demon king has ever paid as much attention to their demands as the one in front of him, truly treating them as his own people rather than just numbers on the battle report.
If there is any flaw, I’m afraid it’s just that the humans in Mist Town are too noisy.
However, there are pros and cons to this matter.
Although they don't like those noisy human mercenaries and adventurers, they can't refuse the dazzling array of goods that come with the latter.
But before that, many of the things they needed had to be obtained by plundering.
Now they only need to pay for something that they can find in the forest with a little time, or a work of art that has flaws for them.
Occasionally, there will be human bards. Through the Adventurer's Guild controlled by the Demon King, they may be entrusted with high remuneration to help write lyrics and music.
Seeing that Tyrell was not being polite, but felt this from the bottom of his heart, Luo Yan smiled and nodded.
"Since everything is fine with you, I'm relieved."
"You have done enough for us, and we will take care of the remaining trivial matters ourselves. And compared to our affairs, we actually hope that you can focus more on your own life."
Tyrell looked at him with a smile, and suddenly seemed to have thought of something, and continued with a change of voice.
"Speaking of which, I have a question to ask you. I don't know if it's convenient."
"How do you know if it's inconvenient if you don't ask me?" Luo Yan laughed and continued in an easy-going tone, "Since you said it, just ask."
Tyrrell looked into his eyes and suddenly asked a question that he didn't expect.
“What do you think of my two daughters?”
Luo Yan was stunned for a moment and answered subconsciously.
"They are all very reliable subordinates, I can safely leave my back to them."
To be honest, because he didn't have much contact with them, he didn't have a deep impression of the sisters, not even as good as the living treasures of Yousi and Mishin.
· However, just as he was carefully searching for the impressions of them in his memory, Tyrell, who was sitting opposite him, once again raised an unexpected topic -
· "Allow me to take the liberty of asking, if you were asked to choose one of them as your partner, who would you prefer?"
This time Luo Yan was not slightly startled, but his entire body was stunned.
"I have never thought about it before, this question is a bit sudden for me. Not to mention their own thoughts... They are elves and I am a human, do you think this is appropriate?"
Rather than being surprised, Luo Yan's feeling at this moment was more that he was caught off guard.
After all, Tyrell had no foreshadowing at all when he raised this question.
The atmosphere of the previous conversation between the two parties had no meaning at all.
However, the old father did not feel embarrassed at all and continued to throw straight balls.
"...Although our tradition excludes contact with surface society, it does not exclude partners of different races. From what I know about my daughters, they have a good impression of you, even if there may be more respect in it."
Luo Yan said with a headache.
"You also said that it was respect. Maybe to them, I am a qualified Demon King, but not a suitable partner."
Tyrell smiled and said in a gentle voice.
"The other side of respect is admiration, or at least attraction. As for feelings, they can be cultivated in the process of getting along. I think you can actually be more honest about being attracted. At least we don't think it is something to be ashamed of."
Luo Yan: "I'm not ashamed to say it, it's just... this is indeed beyond my expectation."
h "Understood," Tyrell nodded, "And I have to tell you frankly, there is my selfishness in this. Standing there From the perspective of the leader of the Gray Wind Tribe, a Demon King’s wife or concubine will make the relationship between us closer, and at the same time, it will make our tribe more at ease. From the perspective of a father, I have confirmed with my eyes that you are a person worthy of trust.”
Luo Yan took a deep breath, calmed down from the previous surprise, and answered calmly.
ˆ "…Your proposal exceeds my expectations during this trip, and I cannot give you an answer for the time being."
ˆ Strengthening the bond with the Gray Wind tribe is indeed full of benefits for his rule.
Although Tyrael himself is only a gold-level powerhouse, the overall strength of the Night Elf tribe cannot be underestimated.
Not to mention that behind them stands a terrifying existence whose strength cannot be measured by traditional levels.
But if he just agreed, it would be equivalent to accepting a political marriage.
Luo Yan asked himself, he was not a conservative person emotionally, and he had never set up any affectionate persona, but marriage was another matter after all.
He could not imagine starting a family with a person who had no feelings.
Moreover, in a sense, he himself is also a victim of political marriage...
"Please forgive my presumption. I have no intention of urging you to give me an immediate reply. This is just a suggestion I made from the standpoint of a courtier and a father..."
Seeing that the Demon King did not nod, Tyrell immediately nodded and apologized, and continued after a moment of pause.
"In addition, my proposal is always valid. If you change your mind, you can tell me at any time."
"I will." Luo Yan nodded, saving enough face for his subordinates and not saying anything.
The leader of the night elves is also quite knowledgeable.
After realizing that he did not want to continue on this topic, Tyrell quickly changed the subject with high emotional intelligence.
The awkward atmosphere quickly disappeared, and the two people chatting and laughing in the meeting room quickly returned to a relaxed and happy atmosphere.
However, as the saying goes, the speaker is unintentional, but the listener is intentional. Although both of them put the matter aside, someone who accidentally overheard the conversation between the two froze in place.
Outside the tree house of the conference hall, a graceful figure wrapped in an emerald green robe stopped, only a few steps away from the door.
Looking at the green branches hanging in front of the door, her face was like a burning red cloud.
She swore that she did not eavesdrop on purpose, but that she just happened to have something to report, and ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Her heart was pounding so hard that she felt as if her legs were filled with lead and she couldn't move a step. It wasn't until she subconsciously reached out to hold on to the tree trunk beside her that she regained her lost center of gravity.
Thinking about those words again and again, Helen's thoughts were as chaotic as the branches of a bush.
What on earth is the father talking about?
What does it mean to choose one between her and Shirley... Is it too early for Shirley? !
No——
This is not the point.
Helen calmed her rising and falling chest, trying to calm down her burning brain.
She admitted that she might have been attracted by his figure on the battlefield and his profound knowledge on a few occasions, but as her father said, it was more out of respect than the feelings between men and women.
But then again, she didn't expect that his evaluation of her was surprisingly high?
At least in her opinion, the word "reliable" is already a high praise. So much so that while she was having random thoughts in her mind, she couldn't help but feel a little proud.
Just when the thoughts in her heart were being cut and confused, the green branches covering the door of the meeting hall suddenly opened, and two figures walked out of the room.
"Helen?"
Seeing his daughter standing at the door, Tyrell had a surprised expression on his face and continued.
"I was looking for you. How are the preparations in the kitchen? How long will it take for the banquet to start?"
Hellen was startled by the two people who suddenly appeared at the door. Helen's heart almost stopped and she stammered for a while before speaking.
"Already, ready!"
That stiff voice was like a clockwork puppet summoned by a mechanical spell.
Tyrell frowned, looking at her with suspicion written all over his eyes.
"Are you okay? Why don't you go and rest first?"
Realizing her gaffe, Helen's face became hotter and hotter, like a red-hot stove, and steam seemed to be about to overflow from her ears.
"I, I, I...very good! Water! By the way, the water is about to boil! I'll go to the War Tree House and have a look!"
Throwing this sentence away incoherently, she fled the scene in a hurry, almost tripping due to her haste.
That dizzy look made people worry about whether it was water or her head that was boiling.
Averting his eyes from the figure that disappeared around the corner, Luo Yan looked at Tyrell next to him with a subtle expression.
"I remember that the War Tree House was your equipment depot? Is it really okay to cook there?"
That handsome face was finally no longer just elegant, but gradually a trace of embarrassment was written on it.
"No... this is a misunderstanding. We have a separate kitchen. There is no way we can prepare dinner for you in the War Tree House."
Tyrell has probably realized what happened.
Her daughter might have been standing at the door for a while and happened to overhear their previous conversation.
Seeing the embarrassment in Tyrell's eyes, Luo Yan did not expose it and pretended to be ignorant with high emotional intelligence.
It is not a good thing after all to be overheard, even if the person hearing it did not mean it.
"I don't mind, maybe it will have a different flavor."
Seeing that the Demon King did not pursue the matter, Tyrell was slightly relieved, and a happy smile appeared on his face again.
"Don't worry about this, whether it's dinner cooked in the War Tree House or not, I can assure you that our chefs will not let you down when it comes to the unique flavor!"
I heard that Elf’s pursuit of quality is not only in art, but also has unique insights in food.
The night elves also share this point.
Seeing Tyrell's confident look, Luo Yan couldn't help but feel a little hopeful and said with a smile.
"Looks like I can look forward to it."