I don’t have a saint like you! Take the apple away!
——4E, 201, Hearth Moon, 4th, 10:43——
“Cute little apple~(heart)”
In the public hall of the Dark Brotherhood Sanctuary near Falkreath, Cicero was twisting his waist and walking towards Babette. If in the city, a weird man in a weird clown costume was so close to a little girl,
Even if she didn't run away in fear, the guards would immediately come to intervene.
"If you dare to come within one meter of me, all the blood on your body will disappear." Babette glared at Cicero, but the soft childish voice had no deterrent effect at all.
"Oh——(Diamond), what did you say~(Spade)" Cicero passed by Babette two meters away, and then turned around with a very surprised expression.
"Huh, there's no one else in this direction. It's useless even if you pretend to be stupid." The little girl grinned at Cicero, revealing a pair of pointed little tiger teeth.
"No, no, no. Just because you can't see it doesn't mean there is none~ (Heart)" Cicero shook his finger at Babette, then turned around and raised his hand to press into the void in front of him: "Hello, little apple.
~(Spade)”
"Hey... I thought I was invisible." A humanoid outline appeared where the clown pressed, and then the outline quickly began to fill in the content, and finally turned into a male Argonian wearing dark leather armor.
Judging from his emerald green skin, he could barely be called an "apple".
"Okay, I can't sense cold-blooded animals." Babette tilted her head.
"Haha, he is the newcomer who scared Astrid and the others away? He looks like just an ordinary lunatic. Your stealth skills must have deteriorated, Savila." As a slightly shrill female voice sounded, the public
A woman wearing a white cloak appeared on the second floor of the hall. However, due to her condescending position, the hood did not cover her face at all. It could be clearly seen that she had a typical dark elf face.
"Well... Leader and the others have a mission." The lizard man known as Savella seemed to be inarticulate and gave up after explaining half a sentence.
"That's right~ I'm a madman~ (Diamonds) and a doctor's certificate~ (Hearts)" The next moment, Cicero suddenly disappeared and appeared in front of the dark elf, unfolding a little picture in front of her face.
The yellowed paper: "Do you want to see it? (Spade)"
"Go away!" The dark elf instantly popped out a pair of hidden swords from his hand, and slashed several rays of cold light at the clown in front of him.
"Oh! Don't hurt it~ It has been with me for a long time~ (square)" Cicero protected the piece of paper, dodged it a few times with exaggerated movements, and then "accidentally" fell from the second floor.
"Hey... if he is really just an ordinary lunatic, how could he still be here?" Savila sighed and sat down at the dining table and started pouring herself some fruit wine.
"Thank you~(Heart)Thank you all~(Heart)" Cicero landed on the ground with a somersault, and then bowed to the surrounding "audience".
"Even if you are very powerful, you must follow our rules." The dark elf seemed a little surprised that his attack failed. He was stunned for a moment before putting away his weapon and looking at the clown downstairs.
After Cicero saluted the "audience" downstairs, he suddenly turned his head and bowed to the dark elves, and then said: "Why so serious?"
"Boom!" The next moment, an explosion occurred at the feet of the dark elf. Although the power was not great, it blew her up black - well, it got even darker.
"You guy! I'm going to kill you!" The dark elf took out her hidden sword again and rushed towards Cicero who was making faces at her.
"Stop, Gabriella," a steady but strong hand pressed the dark elf's shoulder, and at the same time a rich male voice sounded: "You are no match for him."
"But--"
"You were frightened first and took the initiative to attack, and he just responded with a fire rune. This is still within the scope allowed by the 'commandments', but if you still want to attack now, he will have the right to kill you directly.
"
The owner of the voice appeared. He looked to be over forty. He had a typical Nord face, dark brown hair, emerald green eyes, and a mustache on his upper lip. Although his presence was very strong,
When you look away, you will find that he has almost no characteristics that can be described, and he will disappear from the impression if you are not careful.
"Master Gallus." "Hey, little Gaga, are you finally willing to come out?" Savila and Babette greeted the man, but their names were slightly different.
"Oh? Hehehe~ (square)" Cicero stared at the middle-aged man and let out a low, weird laugh.
"Hello, Mr. Cicero." The figure of the man named Gallus disappeared for a moment, and then appeared in front of him just like Cicero did not long ago, but kept a distance suitable for conversation. This behavior
The strange smile that had always been on Cicero's face became a little lighter.
"I personally welcome the arrival of you and the Night Mother," Gallus continued: "Your arrival means the revival of tradition, and at the same time we do not have to continue to contact employers who hold dark rituals through rumors."
"Oh ~ you are such a friendly person ~ mother must like you very much ~ (heart)" Cicero's response was still very exaggerated.
"So, your actions are not due to the instructions of the Night Mother, but just because you are personally dissatisfied with us." Gallus asserted.
"What? How dare you-" Gabriella's eyes widened.
"Mr. Cicero arrived in Skyrim Province a long time ago, but he inexplicably traveled around with the Night Mother's coffin. Judging from the current information, he has been to at least two cities, Snowman and Morning Star." Nazir said from the second day.
Lou's intelligence room poked his head out to supplement Gallus' words.
"Obviously, Mr. Cicero, after investigating the behavior of the Dark Brotherhood in Skyrim Province, came to the conclusion that 'these people don't pay attention to the Night Mother at all.
Judging from the leader's behavior, you deliberately don't want us to ask about the Night Mother's oracle." Gallus touched his mustache and smiled: "Let me guess, what is the reason?"
"Hey hey hey~ Anyone who disobeys his mother's teachings will be punished~(square)" Cicero answered the question inappropriately.
"The reason is that [Night Mother] will not change because of our previous attitude towards her. Any inquiry will get a true and reliable answer. This can be seen from the fact that you act erratically, but she tells you the black door password without any objection.
You can see it." The confidence on Gallus's face became more and more obvious: "Now, please tell me what the Night Mother thinks of my words, Mr. Cicero, the Night Mother's saint, the 'Listener'."
"Huh, eh? (Spade) Do you really want to listen? (Diamond)" Cicero shook his head and looked at Gallus.
"Of course." The middle-aged man nodded without hesitation: "If my guess is correct, you will not allow yourself to distort the Night Mother's oracle."
"Mother said~" Cicero grinned: "You are a [coward] [a heartless man] [a disgrace to the guild] [a natural enemy of women]."
"..." All the members of the Dark Brotherhood present were silent.
A well-founded analysis allowed everyone to confirm the authenticity of the Night Mother's Oracle, but did it turn out to be a self-exposure?
Babette cast a look of contempt at Gallus, and Gabriella, who had just been rescued by him, quietly moved two steps away.
"Uh, well..." Gallus seemed to be planning to defend himself.
"Mother said it ~ (red heart)" Cicero looked like he wanted to regain his position: "[If you want to deny it, I will kill you]."
"..." Gallus' forehead was sweating and he didn't dare to say a word.
"Hey... I kind of understand why he went crazy." Xavius sighed while drinking fruit wine.
"Hey hey hey~ (red heart)" Cicero turned to the lizard man. After waiting for a moment, he didn't seem to receive the oracle's message, and then turned back.
"We'll talk about my business later. I won't deny it. The problem now is-" Gallus wanted to change the subject.
"Mother said~" Cicero glared at him: "[Don't change the subject! Cicero, don't let others pretend to be powerful!], oh... the last sentence was meant for me."
"Okay, I will follow your instructions..." Gallus continued to wipe his sweat.
"[Open my coffin now]?" Cicero turned to look at the Night Mother iron coffin placed next to the underground pool: "Are you sure? Oh, okay, okay, I won't talk nonsense~ (Heart)"
So the brotherhood members who had nothing to say for various reasons watched Cicero wander over and opened the Night Mother's iron coffin with all their strength.
Just when they thought they would see the shriveled corpse of an old lady, what appeared in front of them was something like a giant white cocoon, and a girl who was unconscious and falling forward.
"Oh? Mother, are you going to come and teach that heartless man in person? (square)" Cicero tried to pick her up: "I——"
"Sylvia!?" Gallus appeared next to Cicero using almost the same method as before, pushed him aside directly, and caught the girl himself: "No, no, she should be...
But how could it be..."
"Mother said ~ [Do you think the power of the 'Nightingale' can be transferred at will?]" Cicero took a few steps back and began to act as a mouthpiece: "[She couldn't bear the pain and didn't want her mother to continue to worry, so she held a meeting
Dark Ritual wants the Brotherhood to kill herself.]"
"Illya..." Gallus pushed the girl's hair away from her face and looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar face. His voice trembled as he looked up at the giant cocoon in the iron coffin: "Please save her..."
"Mother said... uh... no need to say it? Okay~ (Hearts)" Cicero shrugged and walked aside.
Fu——hu——
The wind blew, but the direction of the wind was the iron coffin. Gallus watched in surprise as the "giant cocoon" gradually dispersed, and the "cloth belts" that he thought were shrouds began to bloom bright but not dazzlingly.
The white light came over as if it had self-awareness, and took the girl from Gallus's hand.
The "cloth belt" wrapped the girl loosely, and as they spread out, everyone present saw the "Night Mother"'s exquisite appearance and blue body also wrapped with cloth belts, which did not look like a shriveled old man at all.
Mrs.
brush--
The girl wrapped in cloth belts suddenly glowed white. After everyone closed their eyes and turned their heads subconsciously, the flying "cloth belts" and "night mother" had disappeared, and the iron coffin had also closed on its own.
The only difference was that the girl who fell in Gallus' arms had stopped breathing in pain, and her blond hair that was originally only somewhat gray had turned completely white.
After fighting for a while, the girl slowly opened her blood-red eyes and looked at Gallus who looked worried:
