I have to keep an eye on Emil and don't let her kill Laowu.
——4E, 201, Hearth Moon, 6th, 22:05——
After returning to the Sanctuary, Astrid began to wonder if the Dark Brotherhood was now being affected by the battle between the Night Mother and a certain demon.
Although it's a good thing that the Listener brought the Night Mother's iron coffin, the Listener himself is a crazy clown.
She quickly arranged contracts for several grumpy members to avoid contact with him, hoping that Master Gallus, as the brotherhood's think tank, could find a way to control this clown. As a result, the master's daughter found him from nowhere and asked him to
He has completely turned into a stupid dad.
And although there was no detailed selection in the hastily announced contract, except for recruiting Jeanne Darhk, all other tasks failed, which is simply a shame that the Dark Brotherhood has never experienced.
In the intelligence room on the second floor of the sanctuary, several Brotherhood members were sitting around the conference table, watching Astrid flipping through the mission reports they submitted in an unhappy mood.
"So, why did these contracts fail? Husband, you tell me first." Astrid tried his best to ignore the weird "hahaha" coming from outside, and asked the shirtless Nord man.
The contract arranged for him was to hunt down the werewolf Sindin who lost control and killed a little girl. The other party took the opportunity to escape after the Imperial Regiment retreated, so he was also on the wanted order issued by Lord Falkreath. Regarding Iron Boy,
Well, for a werewolf who can control himself, it should not be more difficult to catch him than to kill a chicken.
"It went well at first. He would not cover up his tracks at all, but then the clues about the puppy were cut off near the 'Green Jasmine Witch Villa'." The big man scratched his head: "As soon as I got close,
They would be attacked by that group of harpies, and they looked like they were filled with hatred. I initially judged that the guy entered their territory when he fled in panic, and caused a lot of trouble. He is probably dead at this moment."
"Hmm..." Astrid wrote a few words on the mission report in front of him: "Although it seems to us that he is dead, it is not certain whether the contract partner will approve it."
"Ha, the girl's mother can't get any decent remuneration anyway," Ironboyn clenched his fists: "I will remember to kill Sindin if I meet him again."
"Okay, then the next item - Mr. Festus? Your target is the miller Hearne of Half Moon Mill. According to the intelligence, he is just an ordinary person. Is there any reason for the failure?" Astrid turned over his hand.
He asked the old mage who had the unlucky look on the mission contract document.
"This is Nazir's mistake, let him explain." Festus rolled his eyes.
"Nazir?" Astrid turned around and looked.
Although this Red Guard man rarely takes action personally, the intelligence he collects has always been very accurate. He even once revealed a few pieces of information to ordinary people, which caused a series of fights and eventually led to the death of the contract target. How could his intelligence be possible?
Something went wrong?
"Sorry, boss, this is indeed my mistake, but the reason for the mistake is just like I am not a 'Redguard' but a 'Ra Gada'. It is a legacy of history."
Zier was prepared and took out a stack of documents that were even beginning to turn yellow due to age.
"Continue." Astrid nodded. "Red Guard" is indeed a misnomer for "Regard". After all, the former is more catchy than the latter. In addition, they generally have red skin, so they are mistakenly called "Red Guard".
After using this name for thousands of years, I don’t even want to change it.
"Herne Havermouth, the adopted son of the former Half-Moon Mill owner, the current owner, and the client of the assassination contract is his nominal niece. This lady very shrewdly held a dark ritual in the Rift Valley territory far away from the mill.
"Nazir picked up the information and read.
It sounds no different from most contracts arising from property, Astrid nodded.
"Hearn's own life was very ordinary and well documented. He did work at Half Moon Mill for several years and was eventually gifted ownership of the mill before the miller's death, but Mr. Festus only discovered when he went to assassinate him.
Nazhir paused and looked at Babette next to him: "He is actually a vampire."
"What are you looking at me doing?" Babette glared at him: "Children of my age would be very strange if they didn't grow up at all for a year or two, so I've never done that kind of thing."
He called himself a child without hesitation... Nazir quietly wiped his sweat.
"The bad news is that I destroyed the disguise he had built up over the years, and he will probably fight us to death," Festus finally said: "The good news is, it was this guy who tricked us into assassinating the Holy Moth Priest.
, so I would never stop fighting."
"Okay," Astrid turned over another page of the mission document: "Babet? It's really rare for you to make a mistake. The target is just a bard - he can't be something else in disguise, right?
"
"I promise he is just an ordinary bard." Nazir immediately declared.
"What an 'ordinary bard'!" Babette was furious: "That's an 'artist'!"
"..." The whole audience was silent.
"Ahem, the target is Mosar's bard, the orc Lubbuk," Nazir coughed to break the silence: "Because the self-proclaimed 'rap' song he performed was too unpleasant, the guests expressed their dissatisfaction, and the hotel
The boss held a dark ritual with the idea of giving it a try. Normally we would not respond to such ridiculous reasons, but Babette found it very interesting..."
"If I hadn't gone, wouldn't an excellent singer have been killed by one of you?" Babette said confidently: "I deliberately turned into a prototype to threaten the boss, so that he would not allow it.
If I continue to discriminate against Lubbock, I must arrange for him to sing when there are many people. I failed this task on purpose, so I will punish him if I want!"
What should I say... Even after five hundred years, my mind is still that of a child?
"Okay, I will punish you by not allowing you to see your frost spider pet for a week." Astrid shook his head helplessly. Accidental mistakes are okay, but deliberately not fulfilling the contract requires punishment, but for Babette, it is ordinary.
Punishment is basically ineffective.
"No! Peter!" Babette threw herself on the table and refused to get up.
The fraternity members present looked at each other and decided to ignore her for the time being and discuss the next topic.
"Another mission was taken over by Sir Gallus," Nazir pointed outside: "But it's not yet certain whether it was a 'failure' or a 'cancellation'."
"Cancel?" Astrid frowned: "Did the client suddenly not want the target of the contract to die?"
"The client is Twilight Broken Shield who lives in Markarth City. She is the adopted daughter of the Broken Shield family in Windhelm City. Her nominal sister is now the leader of the 'Blonde Shawl'. Anyone who mentions her will say
'Frigga's sister', so I want to kill her sister to make others take me seriously again, ha." Nazir couldn't help but laugh as he read out the information he already knew.
"You can see commissions with ridiculous reasons like this from time to time. That girl is obviously mentally immature." Astrid flipped the hair on her forehead: "The living sister can still surpass her, but she is at the very end of her career.
If Takamine dies, a mantra like 'What would happen if Frigga were still alive?' will accompany her throughout her life."
"So, I am going to Markarth City to persuade her to give up this idea." Following the slightly deep voice of a middle-aged man, Gallus walked into the intelligence room with a somewhat depressed expression.
"What? Our 'Nightingale' Gallus, who has never had a failure record, wants to break this record himself?" Babette lay on the table and did not move, but turned his face.
"This is not like your style," Ironboyn looked at Gallus: "We don't need unnecessary sympathy."
"Let's put it this way...I did think so at the beginning," Gallus twitched the corner of his mouth and forced a smile: "If you and Astrid have a child, maybe you can understand my current mood.
Already."
"What -" Ironboyn was stunned by the sudden change of topic. He subconsciously looked at Astrid in the main seat, and when a slight blush appeared on his rough face, he instantly transformed.
A werewolf with no expression: "Ouch——"
"Hey!" The girl's exclamation came from the door. When everyone followed the sound, a girl with silver hair and red eyes, wearing a brotherhood uniform that didn't fit well, was so frightened by the werewolf that she sat down on the ground.
Hmm...well, it's indeed quite cute. Astrid looked at the girl who seemed to be named Illya, and pointed at her husband with her backhand: "Sit down!"
"Boom!" "Ouch?" Ironboyn, who was at a loss because he scared his colleague's daughter, immediately sat down in front of Astrid honestly.
"Hehe..." "Hahaha——(Spade)"
When Illya laughed out loud, the clown who appeared beside her for no reason also started laughing, and then the girl with a look of disgust raised her hand and pushed him away.
"Illya?" Gallus tried to take two steps toward the door. The girl who was pushing Cicero further and further away immediately hid behind the door, with only half of her head exposed and looking at him warily.
"Anyway...she refuses to acknowledge me even if I stay here. It's better to leave for a while, find a way to get Mu Rui to give up her commission, and then try to contact her mother." Gallus sighed and said.
"Although this is your private matter, when you joined us and didn't go out to big cities for several years, wasn't it because there were some troubles outside that were not resolved?" Astrid instructed Einbjörn to sit back in his chair.
Hao asked Gallus: "Is it okay?"
"Even my daughter has come to visit me. Naturally, I have no reason to escape." Gallus' eyes became profound: "Some things really have to have an ending."
