It was the familiar Larov again. Jonas ignored him and just took a good rest. He had just received a large amount of dragon souls for no reason. As a result, he was extremely happy and sad. He was killed by a wolf in a state of confusion. It was so painful and shameful.
, the boy secretly warned himself that he must be careful this time and not fall into any weird traps again.
According to the idea of the last rebirth, Jonas still planned to follow the convoy. He was lazy throughout the whole process. Until the moment Alduin arrived, he immediately seemed to come to life and beat the cold man to death with one fist.
The female officer then took advantage of the chaos at the scene, grabbed Larov and ran away.
Last time, I was with the imperial soldier Hadava, and this time I walked with the Stormcloak. This is called "equalitarianism", and Jonas was enjoying himself and laughed out loud.
After Larov followed Jonas into the fortress, the first thing he looked for was a long sword for protection. Then he searched for food and drinks. He took a cloth bag with six or seven pieces of bread and three unsealed green bottles of Alto.
Wine, two intact meads produced in Xueman, and a half-drunk bottle of Serodilic brandy taken out from the bottom of the cabinet, worth one hundred and fifty gold coins including import tax, and has the effect of an alchemical potion.
, can continuously restore endurance.
Raloff shared the food with Jonas. He was starving. The prison car drove slowly for several days before reaching Helgen. The prisoners were hungry, sleepy and physically exhausted.
Larov's mouth was filled to the brim, the aroma of wheat filled his nostrils, his mouth and tongue were filled with saliva, and the bread soaked up the saliva and wine, making him feel full. He hummed comfortably. "Don't you have a bite, brother?"
"
"I'm not hungry." Jonas muttered, "By the way, what are you going to do after you escape? Your Stormcloak base camp is gone."
"Huh? Impossible! What nonsense are you talking about?"
Jonas looked confused.
Ralof kept chattering, "Our team is doing well. When we go back this time, His Highness Ulfric will definitely be able to lead us to defeat the mongrel dogs of the Empire!"
"Is there a Baron Derro in Winterhold?"
"No. I've never heard of it."
Jonas took a breath of air and his gums became sore, "This is really bad!" He realized that his rebirth might not be on the same timeline, but would be offset.
Each timeline has almost similar individuals, and they are all unique. Once they die, they are really dead.
Jonas originally thought that no matter how coldly he watched, as long as he had to do it over again, the dead would be resurrected and the opportunity would come again, but now he understood that it was impossible.
After escaping with Raloff and two groups of soldiers he met on the road, Jonas hurried to Winterfort.
The place is under intense construction, but it is small in scale, with a total population of less than a hundred households. It is not at all as grand as the last time Jonas came here.
He landed on the ground, and a guard noticed him, "Citizen, what brings you to Winterhold?"
"Do you have a man named Dillo here?"
"Of course, he is Lord Collier's servant. What, you are the messenger?"
"I want to see him."
The guard shrugged, "Go by yourself, he is in the lord's longhouse. Be careful not to do anything illegal, we will keep an eye on you."
The new city of Winterfort is arranged underground, with the entrance on a mountain wall. Long construction teams braved the wind and snow, carrying lamps, like a group of orange fireflies. The lord's longhouse is still in the old city, in tatters.
Jonas was walking down the street when a drunkard rushed out and yelled at him, "Damn trash, come on, I have to give you some color... Hey, look.
What!"
Jonas frowned. A guard came over and scolded the drunkard and told him to get away. The guy flinched but refused to let go. Then he was knocked unconscious by the guard. He lay on the ground and no one cared.
"who is he?"
"Lanmere, a rotten man."
"Why doesn't he go to construction?"
"His sister is very good at work. He just needs to be a blood-sucking maggot. This kind of person will be the same rotten person anywhere."
Jonas was at a loss. He squatted down and watched the drunkard put his face into the bushes and vomited. After he vomited out the sour and smelly gastric juice, he turned around and lay on his back with the back of his head stained with his own vomit. His face turned pale.
The snow was still white and blue, his eyes were red, and his nose was covered with rose-red pimples, festering and pus-filled. However, surprisingly, he did not smell very bad. Maybe the cold wind had frozen the odor, or maybe he was secretly
Also clean frequently.
"What's the point of drinking every day?" Jonas asked softly.
The drunkard's eyes widened and he laughed suddenly, and the guard beside him also laughed.
Their laughter made Jonas ashamed, "What's so funny."
The guard shook his head and said, "You're just a kid." He left.
The drunkard was still laughing non-stop, holding his stomach, choking on saliva and making himself hoarse.
Jonas really didn’t know what they were laughing at. He knew why he was alive. He had three enemies to kill, the black dragon, Milak, and the person who caused the dragon break. He was to save the world and save more people.
Many people are righteous and don't mind giving up their lives for the sake of the longevity of this world. This is glorious.
Jonas knew that people always have to do something when they are alive. This is fate, but fate itself is a part of life. There is no need to treat fate indifferently, as long as it is meaningful.
Some people don't even know what they want to do in life, but they can still be complacent. They are really inferior animals!
The drunkard had laughed enough and said, "Tell me what is meaningful."
"Let the children grow up healthily, let the adults live and work in peace and contentment, and let the elderly be supported." Jonas thought for a while and said.
Lanmir was furious, "What nonsense! You brat! You haven't even lived yet, so let's talk about it first. You don't even have hair! Where did you learn some words and know how to speak them? Meaning? Live."
What’s the point? You live just to die. It doesn’t matter if you are a coward or a coward, you will die no matter what you do. Ha? Drinking is enough for me! Holy Spirit Demon God, you all can’t compare to me!”
"You always wake up from alcohol." Jonas secretly suppressed his anger and retorted forcefully, then turned around and left quickly, not daring to continue talking to this drunkard.
When he saw Dilo, Dilo hugged him warmly, "Oh my god, sir, you succeeded! You are back!"
"What did you do, sir?"
"He went to Tianwai and said he would bring you back. You are back, where are the others?"
"I have no idea."
Di Luo's face suddenly turned pale, "How did you come back?"
"When I woke up, I was sitting in a car..."
"That's right. You must be scared. It's okay. I'll arrange a room for you to have a good rest. Wait, wait a minute. I forgot to tell you that I found your mother. Take her over. Your mother is mine.
, don’t worry!”
Jonas thought of the lady wearing a white bearskin cloak, and her green eyes flickered in her heart, "Is that Ms. Serana?"
"No, it's not the master's wife, it's your biological mother."
Jonas fell into a daze, and some broken memories emerged from the depths of his mind.
