Chapter 174: What do you think of my daughter

After the meeting.

Gray Wind ended its possession of Tyrrell, and that emerald green light gradually faded from the latter's pupils.

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

"Disappeared..." Hearing You You, floating beside Luo Yan, exclaimed in a low voice.

In its perspective, that huge and pure soul entity split into countless light spots in an instant, like fireflies startled in a bush, disappearing into the forest in a flash.

No wonder it couldn't see its soul level!

That was originally a collection of countless souls piled up like sand into a tower and overlapped together!

Luo Yan could resonate with its feelings from Hearing You You's exclamation, but what interested him more was another thing.

These dark elves are like Gray Wind's children, and like a part of it, you have me in you, I have you in me, prospering together, suffering together...

The two sides formed a special symbiotic relationship in fact, and this relationship had already transcended all secular contracts.

And what is even more incredible is that while they rely on Gray Wind, they maintain the independence of their self-personality, and did not breed faith in the religious sense from this, nor did they endow it with divinity, binding it while binding themselves.

Interesting.

Noticing the interested expression on Luo Yan's face, a pleasant smile appeared on Tyrrell's face, and he said dashingly.

"It seems you have reached an agreement."

Not just the temperament on his body.

Even the voice he spoke with had completely changed, from an aging and wise elder back to a powerful and elegant young leader.

Luo Yan looked at him unexpectedly.

"I am very curious, the content of our conversation just now, you didn't hear any of it?"

Tyrrell shook his head lightly, his tone gentle.

"For us, the feeling of being possessed by ancestors is like sleeping, and then having a dream. In the dream, I turned into a butterfly, and before I could carefully experience that feeling, I returned here in a blink of an eye."

Luo Yan teased.

"It seems I disturbed your sweet dream."

Tyrrell curled his lips in a friendly manner, and said with a smile.

"How could it be? For me, there is nothing more important than responding to your call."

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

"You are not curious about what we talked about?"

Tyrrell answered without hesitation.

"If it is something I need to know, the respected ancestor will naturally inform us."

Luo Yan: "It seems you trust

"That goes without saying," Tyrael nodded slightly, continuing in a gentle tone, "When the High Elf Council and the Tree of Yggdrasil both abandoned us, it was it that broke itself, falling from the Tree of Yggdrasil, and brought the final hope to us who had lost everything. Since then, we have considered ourselves its children and named our tribe after it, right up to this day."

That was a story from the early First Epoch, nearly a thousand years ago, even older than the history of the Misty Forest or even the Silver Pine Forest.

Back then, there was no such thing as Thunder County, let alone any labyrinth; the Isaac Dynasty had only just cast its gaze upon this uncultivated land on the northeast coast of the Vortex Sea.

Luo Yan had originally thought he intended to tell him a very long story, but he did not expect the latter to simply fall into a contemplative, reminiscent state for a long while, before smiling and brushing over this past with a single sentence.

"……That is a story from a very, very long time ago, so long ago that neither my father nor I had been born yet."

Luo Yan smiled faintly.

"I thought that since you made such a long preamble, you intended to tell it to me."

Tyrael shook his head lightly and said in a conversational tone.

"If you are interested, I certainly wouldn't mind doing so, but I suspect you might not be interested."

Luo Yan did not deny it.

Although these Night Elves were his vassals, as an outsider, he truly wasn't very interested in such distant history regarding how they came to be here.

Seeing this from Luo Yan's expression, Tyrael did not feel offended; instead, he smiled in a relaxed manner and continued in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Long ago, we realized that no matter how magnificent an epic may be, it is but a piece of paper as thin as a cicada's wing in the face of time. Our current obsessions may be nothing at all in the distant future. Even I, if I don't recall carefully, find it hard to remember what my great-grandfather was called, let alone those who followed him; many people didn't even leave their names behind in the end."

Luo Yan: "I originally thought that the longer one lived, the less sensitive one would be to time."

Tyrael shook his head lightly.

"That is an outsider's misunderstanding of us. The longer we live, the richer our experiences, the more things we reconcile with, and the more we pursue spiritual tranquility. At the same time, it is precisely because we realize that everything in this world cannot withstand the test of time that we cherish the happiness of the present moment more than writing a magnificent epic."

Luo Yan nodded in understanding.

"So that's how it is; I think that's quite good."

Although also a long-lived species, Headmaster Headmaster Aiwen Kruger seemed to have always lived in the years of the past.

He had originally thought all those with long lives were like that, but now it seemed another situation actually existed.

Looking at the thoughtful Demon King, a smile appeared on Tyrael's face, and he continued in a gentle tone.

"Thank you for thinking so, and thank you for creating the opportunity for us to be content with the status quo. If our philosophy of life can provide you with some inspiration, it would be our honor."

Luo Yan could roughly sense the meaning behind his words; this guy was worried that he would act recklessly like the previous Demon King, Lei Ji Dragoon, throwing punches blindly at the outside world, only to end up with nothing to show for it, not only leaving everyone hungry but also bringing about his own demise.

The Night Elves of the Gray Wind Tribe were very satisfied with their current life, and if possible, they would prefer it to continue indefinitely.

Tyrael was attempting to use euphemistic phrasing to express his hope that he could be a ruler content with the status quo, spending more time enjoying life and not taking the orders from Hell too seriously.

To be honest, this was a very attractive proposal, and Luo Yan was indeed not a person who loved to stir up trouble.

Recently, it had been his players who were grinding; all he did was provide them with a stage to perform freely.

"You have indeed given me quite a bit of inspiration; I hadn't considered these things before."

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

"Let's leave the philosophical questions there. Let's talk about some practical issues. I want to know how you have been living recently. Are there any inconveniences or areas that need improvement?"

Tyrael shook his head and said with a smile.

"Not for the moment; we are very satisfied with the status quo, and as for this point, I trust you have already felt it from the enthusiasm of my tribesmen. I can assure you that it comes from their hearts... at least in this matter, I cannot command them."

When he said this, he had no intention of flattery.

Among the successive Demon Kings the Gray Wind Tribe had served, none had ever valued their needs like the one before him, truly regarding them as his own subjects rather than numbers on a battle report.

If one had to say there was any flaw, it was probably only the fact that the humans in Misty Town were too noisy.

However, this matter had its pros and cons.

Although they did not like those noisy human mercenaries and adventurers, they could not refuse the dazzling array of goods that arrived along with the latter.

And before this, many of the things they needed could only be obtained through plundering.

Now, they only needed to pay with things that, for them, could be found in the forest with a little time, or art pieces that had flaws in their eyes.

Occasionally, there would even be human bards who, through the Adventurer Guild controlled by the Demon King, would entrust them with writing lyrics and music for high rewards.

Seeing that Tyrael was not being polite, but truly felt this way from his heart, Luo Yan nodded with a smile.

"Since everything is well with you, then I am relieved."

"You have already done enough for us, and we will handle the remaining trivial matters ourselves. Moreover, compared to our affairs, we actually hope you can focus more on your own life."

Tyrael looked at him with a smile, and suddenly, as if thinking of something, his tone shifted and he continued.

"Speaking of which, I have a question I would like to ask you, if it is convenient."

"How would I know if it's convenient if you don't ask?" Luo Yan laughed and said in an easygoing tone, "Since you've brought it up, then ask."

Tyrael gazed into his eyes and suddenly threw out a question that caught him off guard.

"What do you think of my two daughters?" Luo Yan was slightly stunned and answered subconsciously.

"They are both very reliable subordinates; I can entrust my back to them with peace of mind."

To be honest, because he hadn't had much contact, his impression of the sisters wasn't very deep, not even as much as that pair of oddballs, Youxi and Mixi.

However, just as he was carefully searching his memory for his impression of them, Tyrael, sitting opposite him, threw out another unexpected topic—

"Please allow me to ask presumptuously, if you were to choose one of them as your partner, who would you be more inclined to choose?"

This time, Luo Yan wasn't just slightly stunned; he was completely dumbfounded.

"I have never considered this before; this question is somewhat sudden for me. Not to mention their own thoughts... they are elves, and I am human; do you think this is appropriate?"

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

After all, when Tyrael threw out this question, there was no preamble at all.

The atmosphere of their previous conversation also had absolutely no such implication.

Yet, this old father didn't feel embarrassed in the slightest and continued to throw a straight pitch.

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"……Although our traditions reject contact with surface society, they do not reject partners of different races, and from my understanding of my daughters, they harbor good feelings toward you, even if the element of respect might be greater."

Luo Yan said with a bit of a headache.

"You also said that it is respect; perhaps to them, I am a qualified Demon King, but not a suitable partner."

Tyrael smiled and said in a gentle voice.

"The other side of respect is admiration, or at least being attracted; as for feelings, they can be cultivated during the process of getting along. I think regarding being attracted, you can actually be more honest; at least we don't consider this something shameful to speak of."

Luo Yan: "I don't feel it's shameful to speak of, it's just... this is indeed beyond my expectations."

"Understood," Tyrael nodded, "And I must honestly tell you that I have my own selfish motives in this. Standing from the position of the leader of the Gray Wind Tribe, a Demon King's wife or consort would make the relationship between us closer and also make our tribesmen feel more at ease. And standing from the position of a father, I have confirmed with my own eyes that you are a person worth entrusting."

Luo Yan took a deep breath, calmed down from the previous surprise, and answered calmly.

"……Your proposal exceeds the expectations of my visit; I cannot give you an answer for the time being."

Strengthening the bond with the Gray Wind Tribe was indeed full of benefits for his rule.

Although Tyrael himself was only a Gold-tier powerhouse, the overall strength of the Night Elf tribe could not be underestimated.

Not to mention that behind them stood a terrifying existence whose strength could not be measured by traditional tiers.

But if he were to agree just like that, it would be equivalent to accepting a political marriage.

Luo Yan asked himself, he wasn't a conservative person regarding feelings, nor had he set up any persona of being deeply affectionate, but marriage was a different matter after all.

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

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

"Please forgive my presumption; I did not mean to urge you to give me an answer immediately; this is merely a proposal I made from the position of a subject and a father..."

Seeing that the Demon King did not nod, Tyrael immediately bowed his head to express his apology, paused for a moment, and continued.

"Additionally, my proposal is always valid; if you change your mind, you can tell me at any time."

"I will." Luo Yan nodded, leaving enough face for his subordinate without closing the door on the matter.

And this leader of the Night Elves was also quite tactful.

When he sensed that he did not want to continue on this topic, Tyrael quickly changed the subject with high emotional intelligence.

The awkward atmosphere quickly vanished, and the two who were chatting and laughing in the council hall soon returned to a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere.

However, as the saying goes, the speaker has no intention, but the listener does; although both of them had put this matter aside, someone who had accidentally heard their conversation was frozen in place.

Outside the tree house of the council hall, a graceful figure wrapped in a verdant green robe stopped in her tracks, only a few steps away from the entrance.

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

She swore she didn't mean to eavesdrop; she just happened to have something to report, but ended up appearing in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Her heart was pounding violently; she felt as if her legs were filled with lead, unable to move a single step, until she subconsciously reached out to support a nearby tree trunk, only then finding the balance she had lost.

Repeatedly pondering those words, Helen's thoughts were as tangled as the branches of a bush.

What on earth was her father saying?

What did he mean by choosing one between her and Shirley... wouldn't this be too early for Shirley?!

No—

That wasn't the point.

Helen calmed her heaving chest, trying to let her burning brain cool down.

She admitted that she might have indeed been attracted by his posture on the battlefield and his profound knowledge a few times, but just as her father said, that was more out of respect, not romantic feelings.

But then again, she didn't expect his evaluation of her to be unexpectedly high?

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

And just as her thoughts were tangled and messy, the green branches covering the entrance of the council hall suddenly parted, and two figures walked out of the room.

"Helen?"

Seeing his daughter standing at the door, a look of surprise appeared on Tyrael's face, and he continued.

"I was just looking for you; how is the preparation in the kitchen going, and how much longer until the banquet can start?"

Startled by the two people who suddenly appeared at the door, Helen almost stopped breathing, stuttering for a long while before saying.

"It, it is already prepared!"

That stiff voice was like a clockwork puppet summoned by mechanical magic.

Tyrael frowned, his gaze toward her filled with suspicion.

"Are you alright? Why don't you go and rest first?"

Realizing her loss of composure, Helen's face became even hotter, like a burning stove, and steam seemed to be overflowing from her ears.

"I, I... I'm fine! Water! Right, the water is about to boil! I'll go check the War Tree House!"

Throwing out these incoherent words, she hurried away from the scene; because she was walking in such a rush, she almost tripped.

That dazed appearance made one wonder whether it was the water or her brain that was boiling.

Moving his gaze away from the back disappearing around the corner, Luo Yan looked at Tyrael beside him with a subtle expression.

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

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

"No... this is a misunderstanding; we have a separate kitchen; there is no way we would prepare the dinner to entertain you in the War Tree House."

Tyrael had probably already realized what had happened.

His daughter might have been standing at the door for a while and had happened to hear their previous conversation.

Seeing the awkwardness in Tyrael's eyes, Luo Yan did not expose it, tactfully pretending to be unaware.

Having a conversation overheard was not a good thing after all, even if the person who heard it did not intend to.

"I don't mind; perhaps that would have a unique flavor."

Seeing that the Demon King did not pursue the matter, Tyrael felt slightly relieved, and a pleasant smile reappeared on his face.

"Please rest assured about this; whether or not the dinner is cooked in the War Tree House, I can assure you that in terms of having a unique flavor, our chefs will definitely not disappoint you!"

It is said that the Elves' pursuit of quality is not only in art but also has unique insights when it comes to food.

And in this point, the Night Elves also followed in the same vein.

Seeing Tyrael's confident appearance, Luo Yan couldn't help but feel a bit of anticipation, and he said with a smile.

"It seems I can look forward to it."

(End of chapter)