On the shores of Lake Ilintana, the "Hunter's Rest" cabin.
The reason why it is called this is because Arthur's adoptive father, an old hunter, carved a sign and hung it on the wall outside the main entrance of the cabin. This can easily confuse people who are not very bright-minded: This is a hunter after all.
A resting place, or a cabin called "Hunter's Resting Place"?
"Uh... um... Huh?" Apparently Ella fell into this kind of doubt.
"Don't think about it, I have never seen strange hunters stay here. They prefer to rest in Falkreath, which is a little further away, so it is just the name of the house, the same as 'Green Jasmine Witch Villa'." Arthur knocked.
He read the sign on the door and opened the door of the wooden house.
Speaking of the residences of those harpy witches, he had to admit that even if they changed their forms, they would still pursue the comfort of life. Although those "bird's nests" were made of branches, the walls and ceilings could well resist the cold air at night.
, the soft hay on the ground was no different from a carpet, and they also brought blankets they got from trading with ordinary people, so it was almost the same as a hotel when staying overnight.
"It is easy to cause confusion and misunderstanding. Maybe it can be renamed 'Wanghu Manor'." Lydia said while looking at the surrounding environment.
"It's really an aristocratic name." Ella glanced at her.
"The Baron is also a noble now." Lydia replied calmly.
The reason why I came here is, on the one hand, because my previously separated companions wanted to see where Arthur lived in the past, and on the other hand, Arthur himself also had some luck - since the God of Hunting was killed by the Dragon of Time
His subordinates have been eliminated or replaced, and all the previously obtained information about Hircine has been fine-tuned. Then will his adoptive father who died because of Hircine suddenly appear?
The furnishings in the house, which were almost the same as when he left not long ago, proved that he was overthinking.
"Woof woof!" "Ouch!"
Outside the house, Babas, who had no interest in the cabin because he had been there once, was barking at Riya's wolf soul, and the little wolf roared back not to be outdone.
That's right, this translucent blue wolf cub, which is less than an arm long and can be easily held in the little girl's arms, is the wolf soul that was attracted by the pile of burning feathers and is now following her like an ordinary pet.
Riya, but for unknown reasons, she dislikes Babas.
After the feathers were burned out, when the wolf cub emerged from Riya, even Ella, who was far away, had the phenomenon of blue light being pulled away, and traces of blue smoke were being drawn away from Sinding's body -
—He can no longer transform into a werewolf and is happily planning his next life, so naturally he did not follow him.
What the harpy witch who provided the pile of feathers wanted was to clear out the bandits entrenched in a cave called "Haima's Shame" southeast of Falkreath. Since they were basically on the way, Arthur and his party not only had to come
Looking at the wooden house, I also plan to take Riya, or Lavisia, back to Falkreath to see her parents.
"Ouch!"
"Woof woof!"
"[Gaoh——]"
"..."
"Sophie?" Arthur opened the window and looked outside. She didn't seem to be interested in the house, but she couldn't participate in the quarrel between the two dogs (?).
As expected, Babas was fine, and the ghost wolf was frightened by Sophie's dragon power for a moment and fell to the ground.
"Babas, don't bully Hati!" Riya walked over and picked up the little wolf, and taught the native dog a lesson righteously.
This little wolf was named "Hati" by the girl. Although it seemed very dissatisfied with the name that sounded like a sneeze, the protest was ineffective. In any case, the task of exorcising the werewolf bloodline of Leia has been completed, and the witches have also
After getting on the line, if anyone else needs to clean up their bloodline, they can come back later. At least Ella has no interest in it at all.
"Woof?" Seeing Riya turning away, Babas spread his two front paws towards Arthur. Even if he didn't say anything, Arthur understood the meaning instantly: "Is it my fault?"
In short, it's better to leave early. Arthur looked up at the sky. The dragon's power scared away all the wild animals around him. If he couldn't eat barbecue at noon, he could only go to the lake to catch fish. It was not a big deal. In case a giant dragon was attracted.
, if I had to perform dragon slaying and dragon soul sucking live, it might scare the children again.
——11:57——
On the outskirts of Falkreath City, Corpselight Farm.
Since he had been to Falkreath several times before and had become accustomed to the strange naming style of this cemetery city, Arthur was not too surprised. As for the other companions, they had either grown up here since they were young or were well-informed.
He has a wide range of experiences, astonishing experience, and even a Saint of Demon God, so it is impossible to make a fuss about him.
"Akai, Riya? Is that you?" Farmer Mathis exclaimed as he looked at the girl outside the door.
Arthur had met Mathis and Indala at Corpselight Farm before when he was selling prey. The couple didn't seem to be harmonious and they often quarreled, but there seemed to be something that both parties valued to maintain their relationship.
, now that I think about it, it should be this girl Ravicia who I have never met in Falkreath before.
"It was me, dad," Riya replied, "it was these heroes who saved me."
"This... this..." The farmer was incoherent and at a loss.
This is also the response that was discussed before. As for the mysterious mage who really saved her and the strange appearance a year ago, it is better not to tell this couple who thought their daughter was dead before they have definite information.
They were so surprised that they didn't have time to tell whether Riya had grown taller or not.
"We are Artoria and... Galahad of the 'Knights of the Round Table'," Arthur said to Mathis. Although they had met before, they did not talk much. Presumably the other party would not take an important person seriously.
Warrior A is connected with the former Orion, and his and Lydia's appearances are trustworthy enough: "They are Drizzt and Mordred."
"Woof?" If dogs could make human expressions, Babs would be speechless.
"Mordred?" Sophie tilted her head: "That's incredible."
After all, the name of the comradeship is not suitable to be used now. It would be troublesome for those silver hands to target this couple. Even if they have suspicions, this ordinary couple does not have the connections to know what is happening in Xueman City.
.
"We are committed to eradicating werewolves, vampires and annihilators." Seeing that the farmer was still in shock, Arthur simply said the setting adapted from the vigilante: "We have been staring at the werewolf for a long time, so
We were able to save your daughter when he took action, but she was still seriously injured, so we had no time to notify you and took her away for treatment. This time, we are here first to return your daughter, and secondly to apologize for this.
"
"No, it's nothing, I mean..." Mathis suddenly took two steps back and shouted towards the suspected warehouse on the other side of the farmhouse: "Indara! Our daughter is back!"
"Have you finally gone crazy? Can't you just let me alone for a while...?" A woman with a haggard appearance and a hoarse voice opened the door and walked out. She was stunned as soon as she raised her eyes.
"Huh?" Although it was only for a moment, Arthur could be sure that when the woman opened the door, she had murderous intent in her eyes. If she was in the warehouse, could it be that she had murderous intent towards rats and cockroaches?
"Lavisia! My baby!" Indara rushed over quickly, hugged Riya in her arms, and cried loudly. At this time, it was completely impossible to see anything in her eyes.
"Mom, Riya is fine." The girl comforted her at a loss, and Hattie was so frightened that she jumped away.
"Blessed by Sithis... bless by Sithis..." Indara refused to let go at all, and kept mumbling to herself.
Is this... could it be? Arthur motioned to Lydia to explain to the couple, and then he walked towards the small warehouse.
——12:07——
This is an ordinary farm warehouse. In addition to bags of seeds, dried vegetables, and dried meat, there are also damaged farm equipment and furniture. Perhaps because of the poor harvest, the originally small warehouse is only half full.
On the other half of the relatively empty ground, there is a strange magic circle composed of dried blood. Judging from the several dead chickens next to the circle, we can basically determine the source of the murderous intention in Riya's mother's eyes and what she is doing specifically.
.
She is trying to summon the Dark Brotherhood.
Arthur had heard about this assassination organization before, and it was not until he joined the Comrades that he learned about it from the exact files. Their predecessors were the "Morag Gang" who once spread throughout the entire continent of Tamriel.
With the emergence of the "Night Mother" and the Five Creeds, they broke away from it. After hundreds of years of hunting and counter-killing, the Morag Gang was almost extinct on the continent of Tamriel, and Skyrim was dominated by the Dark Brotherhood.
The dark ritual that summons them has no effect in itself. What is important is to spread the fact that "she is performing a dark ritual." The rumor of "a mother who lost her daughter performs a dark ritual to kill the murderer" has its own effect.
There is a certain amount of communication, but it is still unclear whether they have sent anyone to contact them or whether they have accepted the commission.
"Close it, close it, close it..." Arthur spoke subconsciously, but couldn't continue because he didn't know any spell other than "Close it" at all, and the ritual itself was not important.
How can a group of assassins get in touch with the magic circle drawn randomly by a peasant woman?
"Please take Ledia away." As soon as Arthur walked out of the warehouse, he met Indara who looked much more relaxed, but still had murderous intent in his eyes. Although Ledia was telling the story of the "Knights of the Round Table" tracking
Werewolves and the "details" of healing Leah, but the mother was completely uninterested.
"You mean..." Arthur had a guess, but he wasn't sure yet.
"Perhaps you didn't know it when you first arrived, but the fact that I summoned the Dark Brotherhood to kill the werewolf has already spread throughout Falkreath," Indara said firmly: "Even my daughter
Everything is safe, and the beast must die. In order to prevent him from coming back for revenge after a lucky escape, please take Riya away."
But Sinding is now a completely mortal and is under the supervision of the Harpy Witch. If those assassins follow the methods of searching for ordinary wild werewolves, it will be impossible to find him.
"Is this okay? After all, you thought she was dead before, and you just wanted to say goodbye after meeting...and we can't guarantee that we won't be in danger," Arthur replied.
"Actually, you also want to keep her, right?" Indara seemed to want to smile, but in the end she just twitched her lips: "The strange little wolf she is holding should be her being attacked by a werewolf, and
The reason why you are willing to take her in is that she must be a very rare talent, which is very helpful in combat."
"Uh..." Arthur was speechless. Although it was true that he wanted to keep Leah, the reason was not that. In comparison, "finding Sophie a playmate" was more important than what she said.
"My requirements are not high, as long as I bring her to visit us occasionally." Indala's voice deepened, and Arthur couldn't say anything for a while, so he could only nod silently.
"Don't worry, her father will be left to me." After receiving Arthur's affirmative reply, the mother seemed to regain her energy instantly, rolled up her sleeves and walked towards Mathis.
Although there were some strange misunderstandings, at least the purpose of the trip was successfully achieved, Arthur shrugged.
