It's time for the show to begin, and there should be thunderous applause~
——4E, 201, Hearth Moon, 25th, 20:36——
Due to Alduin's interception on the way, Arthur's plan to "get back to Hrothgar for dinner as soon as possible" was ruined. In addition, because Weir was eliminated, Barbas's information about the original destination became blurred, and he finally found the "Underdark"
By the time I got there, it was completely dark.
This crypt is one of the various weird burial customs in Tianji. There is a sacrificial fire place in the middle, and it is surrounded by dense tombs and tombstones. According to the explanation on the stone tablet next to it, if the fire in the fire place is extinguished, all
The dead will fall into slumber, and when the fire is rekindled, they will be "resurrected".
Ah, Arthur lit the bonfire in the middle of the fire place, and then there was a sound of "caracara" coming from all around.
"It's a good anti-theft measure." He said while looking at the skeletons crawling out of the graves around him.
"Wow!" Babas responded: "Such a slow movement is enough for the tomb robbers to escape, but then they won't have time to search the tomb."
"So, we must knock them all down." Arthur waved his sword with both hands, golden light flashed from time to time, and many skeletons were reduced to ashes.
"Woof woof!" said the native dog who had no chance to intervene: "After the beating, press your hand on the small pillar next to the campfire."
Ding! Click!
When Arthur did so, a sharp thorn suddenly popped out from the top of the pillar and tried to pierce his palm. As a result, it hit a piece of dragon scale and broke directly.
"..." The scene was strangely quiet for a while. The pillar retracted its spikes and began to slowly descend. At the same time, an upright iron coffin rose from the ground.
"This thing originally belonged to an ancient vampire lady. It was transferred to Will in a certain transaction, and Will used it to house another lady." Babas said: "Open it, woof!"
"Even if you say so, I don't know how to [open] - uh." Halfway through Arthur's words, he saw the iron coffin slowly opening the lid of the coffin. A man was dressed in very classical clothes, with slight wrinkles at the corners of his eyes but still
Beautiful lady standing inside with hands folded on chest.
"...Huh?" "Be careful."
The lady slowly opened her eyes, then staggered and almost fell down. Arthur quickly stepped forward to help her.
"Oh, cute little boy~" After the lady stood firm, she looked around and then looked at Arthur: "Tell Auntie, what era is it now?"
Little, little boy?
"Hmm...Fourth Era, two hundred and one year?" Arthur replied dully.
"Really?" The lady straightened her hair: "My name is Maria Frey. Do you know who the current dean of the Bard Academy is? Also, have you ever heard of 'Mercer?
Frey' the bard's name?"
"It seems to be called Viamo?" Arthur replied uncertainly: "As for Mercer Frey, he is not a bard. He came here to assassinate me not long ago. His skill... is not bad."
"Is that so? Haha, judging from what you can find here, the child really found the wrong person," Ms. Maria covered her mouth and chuckled: "Now, could you please take me to the nearest city? I will
I’ll pay you an absolutely satisfactory reward.”
——21:07——
Thorward King has managed the Western Watch Tower like a miniature town, with taverns, hotels, workshops, barracks and other functional buildings. If it were not for the lack of ways to produce food and residential areas for ordinary people to live,
I'm afraid this place has been included in the village list by Lord Balgruuf.
However, at special moments, this place can play a better role than an ordinary village - such as receiving the convoys of nobles coming from the Rift Valley.
After all, it is a nominally enemy-occupied area. If Lord Balgruuf receives him with formal etiquette, others will say that he is leaning towards the Stormcloaks. If he is negligent, he will be accused of leaning towards the Empire. Therefore, he was thrown into a military stronghold and maintained
They were given a grand reception under surveillance conditions, and no one could say anything.
As for why the princess who has been missing for many days is with her nominal husband's family... Since it is not harmful to Xueman, don't delve into it, otherwise you think your head is stronger than a dragon?
What he needs to consider now is the contact battle between the Imperial Regiment and the Stormcloaks at the border of Xueman, which was broken by this convoy. Even if they have no intention of attacking, Xueman cannot stand idly by once the conflict escalates.
In comparison, the matter of a sharp-eyed hawk quietly coming into contact with the princess is not that important.
"Eddie?" Even though others may not be able to tell the difference, the members of the Royal Guards, the Sharp-Eyed Eagles, will never mistake the protection target and the substitute. The tall, simple-looking Eagle-Eyed Scout asked doubtfully.
"Ahaha... Hello, Mr. Instant Forever." Eddie, who was reading a book, waved to him awkwardly.
"Where is Princess Amelia herself?" Fulvo looked around the living room of the "princess's" temporary residence and found no trace of anyone else: "Does the news about the 'princess' this time refer to you?"
"No, no, no," Eddie knew that the intelligence agent would be punished if he delivered wrong information, so he waved his hands to clarify: "It was indeed the princess who took action during the conflict on the eastern border, but she said that she found someone planning to assassinate the emperor, and decided to stay temporarily
Xueman, hahaha, how is that possible? Your Majesty should still be in the capital province."
"His Majesty was assassinated," Fulvo said expressionlessly, adding after the book in Eddie's hand fell with a thud: "...but safe and sound, Sharp-Eyed Hawk is tracking the murderer, and I am here to help protect the princess.
of."
"Well...I should..." Eddie looked at a loss.
"This is a good performance," Fulvo nodded: "A princess who has not experienced too many setbacks is panicked because something happened to her elders, but she still has full confidence in her guards and is ready to seek comfort from her fiancé."
"This is not a show!" Eddie rolled his eyes at him in panic.
"Then, I will be responsible for protecting you for the time being, 'Her Royal Highness'." Fulvo ignored him and rolled his eyes.
——22:35——
"There is no question that we are off the hook."
Near Falkreath, Astrid was monitoring the lakeside camp from a distance. She had previously created the illusion that two people were resting in the camp, and then took Ironboyn to quietly lurk far away from the camp.
From early evening to late at night, there was absolutely no sign of being explored.
"It should be so," Ironboyn nodded: "According to uncertain information, the trackers have sent most of their manpower to Markarth City. This is thanks to Joan of Arc and the others who left many traces there.
"
"You are too careful," Jeanne D'Arc appeared next to them, with her usual disgusted face: "I said that the pursuer has been completely diverted, even if you don't believe in yourself, you must believe me."
"You... don't have any objections to our assassination of the emperor?" Astrid looked at the black-armored girl in front of him. Regarding this behavior that was obviously causing great trouble, she not only invited foreign aid from the Mage Academy, but also followed her all the way.
He is not afraid of being regarded as an assassin's ally. This level of trust is incredible for a newcomer who has just joined the Brotherhood for about a month.
"Opinion? Humph, the only opinion is that you failed," Joan of Arc gestured towards the north: "If I remember correctly, an emperor was once assassinated in the palace, and the 'Morag Gang' who did this
'Your reputation has grown greatly over the past few decades, but you actually failed when the emperor left all the protection."
"I thought you should agree with Cicero and the Night Mother's theory of 'controlling life and death', and the emperor obviously has no reason to die." Ironboyn interjected.
"I strongly agree," Joan of Arc glanced at Astrid and Ironboyn: "The Night Mother said that you two can't die yet, so I came to save you."
"She... no, she already knew that we would definitely fail?" Astrid instantly felt that his so-called "competing with the Night Mother for the right to speak" was a joke, and he almost lost his life and that of his lover because of it, and he didn't
Mention, if the husband dies under the siege of the sharp-eyed eagle, what is the point of killing the emperor?
"I don't know how the Night Mother implements them specifically," Joan of Arc paused: "But any action taken by members of the Dark Brotherhood that is not under her instructions will not be successful, and the failure of certain actions will be obvious.
The life of the person performing the operation is threatened, in which case a rescue mission is issued."
"It is indeed more convenient to obtain tasks from listeners than to find and contact them yourself, but..." Astrid said with difficulty: "I just don't want to follow the instructions of a corpse,"
"Then, wouldn't you feel better if Cicero hid the iron coffin and claimed to be the 'listener' of a demon named 'Night Mother'?" Joan of Arc's eyes were small, and she seemed to have a smile on her face.
Being sarcastic, he asked.
"This..." Astrid was stunned for a moment, then started thinking.
"It has always been difficult for human beings to feel awe for existences that can be directly seen, and they always try to surpass or even control them. However, for the real mystery, they will surrender and kneel down in an instant," Joan of Arc raised her delicate chin: "
And in the process of studying various mysterious events, we 'Hino Scholars' have long since gotten rid of this superficial reaction."
"So, you just want to study the [Night Mother]?" Ironboyn asked on behalf of his wife.
"If I want to gain power, money or status, wouldn't it be better to go back to the 'Blonde Mane'?" Joan of Arc held up her forehead ornament, and a strand of pale golden hair crossed it.
"Well, thank you..." Astrid seemed to have figured something out and raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "If I can go back safely, I will change my approach."
"..." Joan of Arc frowned and suddenly said something incomprehensible: "There is nothing to be afraid of anymore."
