Chapter 173 What do you think of my daughter?

After the meeting.

Grey Wind ended his possession of Tyrael, and the emerald green light gradually faded from the latter's eyes.

Although his appearance had not changed at all and he still had that handsome face, Luo Yan could clearly feel that he had become hundreds of years younger in an instant.

"Disappeared..." Youyou, who was floating beside Luo Yan, murmured in amazement.

From its perspective, the huge and pure soul entity instantly split into countless points of light, like fireflies startled in the bushes, and disappeared into the woods in an instant.

No wonder it can’t tell its soul level!

It was originally a collection of countless souls that gathered together to form a tower! Luo Yan could resonate with its feelings from the long exclamation, but he was more interested in something else.

These night elves are like the children of Grey Wind, and also like a part of it. They are interdependent, and we prosper together and suffer together...

In fact, the two parties have formed a special symbiotic relationship that has transcended all worldly contracts.

What is even more incredible is that while they rely on Grey Wind, they maintain the independence of their own personality. They do not develop faith in the religious sense, nor do they endow it with divinity. In binding it, they also bind themselves.

interesting.

Noticing the interested expression on Luo Yan's face, Tyrael smiled pleasantly and spoke gracefully.

"It seems you have reached an agreement."

It's not just the temperament.

Even the tone of his voice had completely changed, from that of an old and wise elder, back to a strong and elegant young leader.

Luo Yan looked at him in surprise.

"I'm curious, did you hear anything about our conversation just now?"

Tyrael shook his head slightly and spoke 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, and before I had time to fully experience the feeling, I was back here in the blink of an eye."

Luo Yan joked.

"It seems that I have disturbed your sweet dream."

Tyrael curved the corners of his mouth in a friendly manner and said with a smile.

"How could that be? Nothing is more important to me than answering your call."

Luo Yan didn't take this polite remark too seriously, he just smiled and said.

"Aren't you curious about what we talked about?"

Tyrael answered without hesitation.

"If there is something I need to know, the respected ancestors will naturally tell me."

Luo Yan: "It seems you trust it very much."

"Of course," Tyrael nodded slightly and continued in a gentle tone, "When the High Elves' Council and the Yggdrasil Tree abandoned us, it was it that broke itself off and fell from the Yggdrasil Tree, bringing us the last hope after we had lost everything. Since then, we have regarded ourselves as its children and named our tribe after it, until today."

That was a story that happened in the early First Era, nearly a thousand years ago, even older than the history of the Misty Forest and even the Silverpine Forest.

At that time, there was no Thunder County, let alone any maze. The Isaac Dynasty had just turned its attention to this uncultivated land on the northeast coast of the Whirlpool Sea.

Luo Yan thought that he was going to tell him a long story, but he didn't expect that the latter just pondered for a long time as if recalling a past event, then smiled and passed it over in one sentence.

"…That was a long, long time ago, so long ago that my father and I were not even born yet."

Luo Yan smiled faintly.

"I thought you were going to tell me about it after all this long preparation."

Tyrael shook his head slightly and spoke in a chatty tone.

"I certainly wouldn't mind doing it if that's something that interests you, but I'm thinking you might not be."

Luo Yan did not deny it.

Although these night elves were his vassals, as an outsider he was not very interested in the distant history of how they came here.

Tyrael saw this from Luo Yan's expression, but he didn't mind. Instead, he smiled relaxedly and continued speaking in a normal tone.

"We realized a long time ago that no matter how magnificent the epic is, it is just a piece of paper as thin as a cicada's wing in the face of time. Our current obsession may be nothing in the distant future. Even if I don't think carefully, it's hard to remember what my great-grandfather's name was, not to mention those who followed him. Many of them didn't even leave their names in the end."

Luo Yan: "I originally thought that the longer people live, the less sensitive they will be to time."

Tyrael shook his head slightly.

"That is a misunderstanding of us by outsiders. The longer we live, the richer our experiences, the more things we can reconcile, and the more we pursue spiritual tranquility. At the same time, it is precisely because we realize that nothing in this world can withstand the test of time, so rather than writing a magnificent epic, we cherish the happiness of the present more."

Luo Yan nodded in understanding.

“I see. I think that’s good.”

Although he is also an immortal, Principal Ivan Kruger seems to have always been living in the past.

He originally thought that all immortals were like this, but now it seems that there is actually another situation.

Looking at the thoughtful Demon King, Tyrael smiled and continued in a gentle tone.

"Thank you for thinking this way, and thank you for giving us the opportunity to be content with the status quo. It would be our honor if our philosophy of life could inspire you in some way."

Luo Yan probably got something from his words. This guy was worried that he would do something like the previous Demon King Reggie Dragun, punching everyone outside but getting nothing in the end. Not only would he starve with everyone, but he would also get himself killed.

The night elves of the Grey Wind Tribe are very satisfied with their current lives and would like to continue like this if possible.

Tyrael tried to use euphemisms to express that he hoped to be a king who was content with the status quo, spend more time enjoying life, and not take Hell's orders too seriously.

To be honest, this is a very attractive proposal, and Luo Yan is indeed not a person who likes to make trouble.

Recently, it has been his players who have been involved, and all he has done is to provide them with a stage to perform freely.

"You guys really gave me a lot of inspiration. I hadn't thought about these things before."

When he said this, Luo Yan paused for a moment, changed the subject and continued.

"Let's stop discussing philosophical issues here. Let's talk about practical issues. I want to know how your life is going recently? Are there any inconveniences or areas that need improvement?"

Tyrael shook his head and smiled.

"Not yet. We are very satisfied with the current situation. You must have sensed this from the enthusiasm of my people. I can assure you that it comes from their hearts... At least I cannot command them in this matter."

He had no intention of flattering when he said this.

Among all the demon kings who had served the Grey Wind Tribe, no one had ever taken their demands as seriously as the one in front of him, and truly regarded them as his own people rather than numbers on battle reports.

If we have to point out any flaw, it would probably be that the humans in Misty Town are too noisy.

But there are pros and cons to this matter.

Although they don't like the noisy human mercenaries and adventurers, they can't resist the dazzling array of goods that come with the latter.

Before that, many of the things they needed could only be obtained through plunder.

Now they only have to pay for something that they can find in the forest with a little time, or a work of art that is flawed to them.

Occasionally, human bards would be asked by the Adventurer's Guild controlled by the Demon King to help write lyrics and compose music in exchange for high rewards.

Seeing that Tyrael was not just being polite but felt this way from the bottom of his heart, Luo Yan smiled and nodded.

"Since you are all fine, I feel relieved."

"You've done enough for us. We will take care of the rest of the chores ourselves. And compared to our affairs, we actually hope that you can focus more on your own life."

Tyrael looked at him with a smile on his face, and suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he changed the subject and continued.

"Speaking of which, I have a question for you. Is it convenient?"

"How would I know if it's inconvenient if you don't ask me?" Luo Yan laughed and continued in a casual tone, "Since you've said it, then just ask."

Tyrael looked into his eyes and suddenly asked him a question that he had not expected.

"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 leave the responsibility to them without any worries."

To be honest, since he had little contact with the two sisters, his impression of them was not that deep. They were even not as good as the lively couple Yossi and Missy.

However, just as he was carefully searching his memory for his impression of them, Tyrael, who was sitting opposite him, once again raised an unexpected topic -

"Allow me to ask, if you were asked to choose one of them as your partner, who would you prefer?"

This time, Luo Yan was not just slightly stunned, but was completely stunned.

"I have never thought about this before. This question comes as a surprise to me. Putting aside their own thoughts... they are elves, and I am a human. Do you think this is appropriate?"

Rather than being surprised, Luo Yan felt more caught off guard at this moment.

After all, Tyrael didn't lay any groundwork when he raised this question.

The atmosphere of the previous conversation between the two parties did not have that kind of meaning at all.

However, the old father did not feel embarrassed at all, but continued to throw the straight ball.

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"…Although our traditions exclude contact with the surface society, they do 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 some headache.

"You also said that it was respect. Maybe to them, I am a qualified demon king, but not a suitable partner."

Tyrael smiled and spoke in a gentle voice.

"The other side of respect is admiration, or at least being attracted. As for feelings, they can be cultivated in the process of getting along. I think you can be more honest about being attracted. At least we don't think it's something to be ashamed of."

Luo Yan: "I'm not ashamed to talk about it, but... this is really beyond my expectation."

"I understand," Tyrael nodded, "and I have to tell you frankly that I have my own selfish motives. From the perspective of the leader of the Grey Wind Tribe, a Demon King's wife or concubine will bring us closer together and make our people feel more at ease. From the perspective of a father, I have confirmed with my own eyes that you are a person worthy of trust."

Luo Yan took a deep breath, calmed down from being caught off guard, and answered calmly.

"…Your proposal is beyond my expectations. I cannot give you an answer for now."

Strengthening the bond with the Grey Wind Tribe would indeed be fraught with benefits for his reign.

Although Tyrael himself is only a gold-level warrior, the overall strength of the night elf tribe should not be underestimated.

Not to mention that behind them stands a terrifying existence whose strength cannot be measured by traditional levels.

But if I agreed to it, it would be equivalent to accepting a political marriage.

Luo Yan asked himself, he was not a conservative person in terms of feelings, and he had never set up a persona of deep affection, but marriage was another matter after all.

He couldn't imagine forming a family with someone who had no feelings.

Moreover, in a sense, he himself is also a victim of political marriage...

"Please forgive my rudeness. I have no intention of urging you to give me an immediate answer. This is just a suggestion I made from the perspective of a subject and a father..."

Seeing that the Demon King did not nod, Tyrael immediately nodded his apology, and after a pause, he continued.

"Also, my offer is always valid. If you change your mind, you can always tell me."

"I will." Luo Yan nodded, giving his subordinates enough face and not making any final statements.

And the leader of the night elves was also quite sensible.

When Tyrael realized that he didn't want to continue on this topic, he quickly changed the subject with high emotional intelligence.

The awkward atmosphere quickly disappeared, and the two people who were chatting and laughing in the conference room soon returned to a relaxed and happy atmosphere again.

However, as the saying goes, the speaker may not mean it, but the listener may take it seriously. Although both of them put the matter aside, someone who accidentally heard their conversation froze in place.

Outside the tree house of the meeting hall, a graceful figure wrapped in an emerald green robe paused, just a few steps away from the door.

Looking at the green branches hanging in front of the door, her face was like burning red clouds.

She swore that she had not intentionally eavesdropped, but just happened to have something to report, and ended up being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Her heart was pounding so hard and she felt like her legs were filled with lead. She couldn't move a step until she subconsciously reached out and grabbed a tree trunk nearby, only then did she regain her balance.

Helen's thoughts were as tangled as the branches of a bush as she pondered over those words.

What on earth was her father talking about? What did he mean by choosing between her and Shirley... Isn't it too early for Shirley to do this?! No——

That's not the point.

Helen calmed her heaving chest and tried to calm her burning brain.

She admitted that there might have been times when she was attracted by his presence on the battlefield and his vast knowledge, but as her father said, it was more out of respect than any affection between a man and a woman.

But then again, she didn't expect that his opinion of her was unexpectedly high?

At least in her opinion, the word reliable was already a high evaluation. So much so that while she was daydreaming in her mind, she couldn't help but feel a little proud.

Just as her thoughts were in a tangle, the green branches covering the door of the meeting room suddenly opened, and two figures walked out of the room.

"Helen?"

Seeing his daughter standing at the door, Tyrell showed a surprised expression on his face and continued.

"I was looking for you. How is the preparation going in the kitchen? How long will it take for the banquet to start?"

Helen was startled by the two people who suddenly appeared at the door. Her heart almost stopped beating. She stuttered for a long time before she spoke.

"Already, everything is ready!"

The rigid voice sounded like a clockwork puppet summoned by a mechanical spell.

Tyrael frowned, looking at her with suspicion in his eyes.

"Are you okay? Why don't you go get some rest?"

Realizing her own gaffe, Helen's face grew hotter and hotter, like a red-hot stove, and steam seemed to be coming out of her ears.

"I, I, I... Great! Water! Oh, and I need to boil the water! I'll go check out the War Tree House!"

Throwing out these incoherent words, she hurriedly fled the scene, almost tripping in her haste.

Her dizzy look made people wonder whether it was the water or her head that was boiling.

Taking his eyes off the figure that disappeared around the corner, Luo Yan looked at Tyrael next to him with a subtle expression.

"I remember the War Tree House was your equipment storage? Is it really okay to cook there?"

That handsome face was no longer just elegant, but gradually showed a hint of embarrassment.

"No... this is a misunderstanding. We have a separate kitchen, and there is no way we can prepare dinner for you in the War Tree House."

Tyrael probably realized what was happening.

Her daughter might have been standing at the door for some time and happened to overhear their previous conversation.

Seeing the embarrassment in Tyrael's eyes, Luo Yan did not expose it, but pretended to be unaware with high emotional intelligence.

Having your conversation overheard is never a good thing, even if the person who overhears it doesn't mean to do it.

"I don't mind. Maybe it will add some flavor."

Seeing that the Demon King did not pursue the matter, Tyrael felt a little relieved and a happy smile appeared on his face again.

"Please rest assured. Whether the dinner is cooked in the War Tree House or not, I can assure you that our chef will not disappoint you when it comes to the unique flavor!"

I heard that elves’ pursuit of quality is not only in art, but they also have unique insights in food.

The night elves also have this in common.

Seeing Tyrael's confident look, Luo Yan couldn't help but feel a little excited and said with a smile.

"Looks like I can look forward to it."

(End of this chapter)