The well-dressed and elegant Lu Zhengkang and Serana entered the Blue Palace hand in hand.
This ancient castle gives people the grand feeling of a Gothic cathedral. Unlike its appearance and its name, its interior decoration color is actually black and white. Under the erosion of time, the white limestone has turned slightly yellow and the surface is full of wrinkles.
with tiny cracks, but the bluish-black diabase porphyry still retains its charm, but has been honed to become smoother and oilier.
The side hall they were going to was on the right, and they walked through the corridor to the central hall. Looking up here, there was a beautiful light-transmitting vault. The lord's throne was on the second floor, which could be reached by following the escalator. The guard asked him what his purpose was.
, Lu Zhengkang said he wanted to go to the side hall,
Hearing this, the soldier was very angry, "Sir, Madam, please don't imagine those insignificant rumors. The Blue Palace is very safe, there is nothing abnormal, and under the glory of the Supreme King, there will be no gods or ghosts."
Something strange happened!"
"Oh, you don't believe it yourself when you say this, right?"
The guard was speechless.
"Do you have the key? I want to find out." Lu Zhengkang said in a deep voice.
"I didn't, I know someone who did, please wait a moment, friend." The guard flinched, went to find a maid, and came back with a key.
"Thank you."
Lu Zhengkang nodded slightly to him, and the guard was quite flattered.
Serana wowed, "You are really charming."
"Excellent."
Lu Zhengkang nodded. Of course, if every word you say has the effect of a master-level illusion, you can also become a heartthrob.
The entrance to the side hall of Pelagius is a narrow mahogany door. When you open the door, there is light inside, and the candlesticks are still on. However, the place looks dirty, with cobwebs all over the walls and tables and chairs overturned.
It fell sideways, the potted plant withered, and its branches stretched out toward the visitor like a ghoul's arm.
Serana covered her nose, "It smells so strong of dust. I bet no one has cleaned this place in three years."
"Maybe more than that."
Lu Zhengkang roamed around with her and walked towards the second floor. After passing through the spider webs and going deeper, Lu Zhengkang was suddenly burned by the hip bone he was holding in his hand.
Serana yelled: "Hey..."
Lu Zhengkang couldn't hear clearly. The next moment he disappeared from the spot. His pupils were so painful that he had to close his eyes. The pain came and went very quickly. When he opened his eyes again, he came to a foggy place.
The withered pine forest is a barren plain, the temperature is not too cold, and there are some huge stone arches scattered in the forest, like the location of some rituals.
There is a long table in the clearing in the forest. There is a rich pile of food and drinks. The aroma makes people salivate. A flashy old man is sitting on the throne, chattering to a blond Nord man opposite. Lu Zhengkang lowered his head and looked at himself. He was wearing a rustic dress.
He wears cotton clothes, a pair of sheepskin boots, and a walrus skin hat on top. Although this outfit seems very rural to him, it is already considered aristocratic in Tamriel.
However, the things he carried, including the copper umbrella, were gone, and the Pure Land did not respond. He understood that he had left reality and came to a dream.
The coquettish old man stood up and greeted the Nord guests enthusiastically, "How about some more tea? Perry, my dear?" He was thin, like an old guy who had been hollowed out by time, and his eyes were turbid gray-white, as if he were blind.
Got it
, but with sharp eyes, short shoulder-length hair and a gray beard on the chin, which is very delicately groomed, and the clothes are very strange, with the left half red and the right half purple, with fusiform patterns all over like pupils, making him look like a jester in the palace.
Clown costume.
The Nord guest sighed. He had handsome blond hair, but it was messy. His skin was tanned and shiny, but his complexion was gray, his eyebands were thick, and his dark circles were obvious. He spoke weakly, "Forget it, I don't feel well after drinking it."
Ah, and I have to be busy. I have to deal with those naysayers, slanderers, and slanderers. My executioner hasn't slept for three days."
Lu Zhengkang walked over and came to the table. The old man's throne occupied one side alone, and there were three chairs on the other side. There were also three sets of tableware on the table. It didn't look like it was entertaining a certain person.
When the coquettish old man saw the visitor, he shouted, "Hahaha, hehehe, welcome, welcome." He smiled at Lu Zhengkang, turned around and yelled at the Nord man, "Hey, you can go and rest first.
Take a break!" The man was taken away by a purple vortex and disappeared.
Lu Zhengkang asked, "You seem to know me?"
The coquettish old man was none other than the mad god Sheogorath. He was easily agitated when he spoke. When he was agitated, he would make a hoarse and harsh voice. However, when he was calm, his voice was actually gentle and mellow.
"Do I know you? Hey, you might as well guess who I am first? Ha, I'm sure you can't guess..."
Lu Zhengkang: "Sheogorath."
"Gah?!" Mad God's smug words were interrupted and he got angry, "Oh! Okay, okay, here comes a ruthless character, a tough guy, oh, do you think I will be afraid? I will never, you want to challenge
Me? Then I accept it!”
Lu Zhengkang: "I never said that."
"What!!!" The gray lips of the open mouth suddenly expanded, as if it could swallow a cow effortlessly like a trumpet, "Say it again! You said you want to challenge me!"
Lu Zhengkang: "You want to challenge me."
"Afraid! Okay, I challenge you, okay, okay!" The mad god smiled weirdly, "In that case, we don't have to worry about poor Emperor Pelagius III. Let's change places, right now,
Just wait while I pack the necessary items."
Lu Zhengkang: "Don't tell me you want to go into my head."
"Oh! As expected of you! Oh, wait for me, um, let me see, I brought my clothes, my beard, I brought my luggage... wait, where is my luggage? It's such a big one, it's just there!"
With that said, with a wave of his hand, a door of annihilation opened in the open space, and the old elf man De Wenying walked out of it.
"Master, it's you, are you finally willing to go back?"
Sheogorath was furious, "Who said that! I won't go. I don't want to deal with the stinky shit in Kilgalag. I'm just going to the next attraction in my life, nothing more!" He pointed at the German and English words.
He turned him into a small brown suitcase, walked over and picked it up in his hand, looking as confident as a hard-working worker who finally had a holiday and was ready to go to a new environment to open his eyes and feast his eyes.
Lu Zhengkang sighed, "You haven't asked me if I agree."
"Huh? Are you talking to me? Are you serious? I don't need anyone's consent! But, hey," Sheogorath suddenly acted like a gentleman, "I'm very polite, can you invite me to your place?"
Is the brain a good thing?"
"I want to know the whereabouts of Namidian."
"Yes! I'm glad, I agree! Ha, I'll tell you where it is, but I have to think about it first..." Sheogorath made a figure-eight shape with one hand, squeezed her slender fingers to her lips, and opened them
The eyes on both sides of the mouth were bulging, and the expression on his face was very unnatural, as if he was laughing wildly, and also like the struggle of someone who died of a sudden illness.
Lu Zhengkang frowned. As he looked at this face, various hallucinations and familiar experiences appeared in his mind. The information of higher beings impacted the thinking of lower beings, causing the information to overflow.
Sheogorath's music is death metal and crazy rock, but at a certain moment it will suddenly stop, and in the afterglow of buzzing, the mischievous face becomes clearer and clearer.
In a daze, Lu Zhengkang heard a hoarse voice shouting: "Who lives in the big pineapple in the deep sea? SpongeBob SquarePants!"
