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My name is Akatosh,

……that's not me!

——4E, 201, the month of the fire, 29th, 06: 34——

"[What is the biggest fantasy in life-]"

"It's naive, my brother."

"【Welcome home--】"

Astrid walked into the Sanctuary of Morning Star City, and looked at the slowly closed black doors and the various interior layouts as usual, with a feeling of being like a world apart.

As an assassin in the shadows, it was not surprising that she was almost pressed by the sharp-eyed eagle in the frontal battle, but it was only the small captains and ordinary scouts that made her desperate, especially the last commander ’s hand. Remembering "Dragon Slash", Astrad couldn't think of a way to deal with it anyway. If it weren't for the desperation, the Dark Brotherhood might have been wiped out.

Wait ... who?

"Welcome home ~ (Spades) Hey hey ~ (squares) Welcome home! (Plum)" The clown Cicero jumped out, repeating the words of the black door with a weird expression.

"Is there any instruction from the night mother?" Thoughts were interrupted and Astler looked at him angrily: "You have provided us with a new shelter, and we are willing to obey the words of the night mother, but that does not mean You can do whatever you want. "

"Sorry ~ (Heart) The listener can really do whatever he wants ~ (Heart)" The clown began to spin and dance.

It seems that the night mother has no special instructions, so you don't have to deal with him in vain. Astrid frowned slightly, bypassing the clown and walking deep into the sanctuary.

This new sanctuary beneath the Morning Star is transformed from an abandoned tunnel. Its entrance is located on a cliff facing the sea. After entering, it is inclined downward. The interior is not a simple hall plus a four-walled cave room, but Like real mines, there are different levels, different rooms, planes, passages and stairs constitute the whole sanctuary, giving the first impression of "like a huge ant cave".

"Head, you are back!" The dark elf Gabriella was packing up simple equipment and props for going out at the entrance. When he saw Astrid, he greeted him with full energy.

"Has a mission?" Astrad now has nothing to do with the fact that most of the Brotherhood's missions and contracts are not handled by himself. Since it is impossible to do command and arrangement without details, then center coordination is also acceptable.

In order to stop happening like [], eh? Who?

"Ah, now Morning Star is spreading 'Storm Cloak' everywhere to give them up and give up the site to the Imperial Army. Some people are eager to move and want to take the opportunity to get rid of some people who are blocking their way. I think they will not be pursued after the lord changes anyway. Things in my first term. "Gabriella put on his fingers and smiled:" My task is to make them quiet. "

"Just follow the mission requirements, don't do unnecessary things." Astrad nodded and escorted her away from the door.

"Hey ... I won't use it, you say nothing."

"Your appearance is too distinctive, it is impossible to get into the crowd, did not find that the night mother did not give you a task?"

"Huh ... I don't drink anyway."

After sending Gabriella away, Astrid met the Yaron Savile and the human mage Festus, who was recommending a potion to the former, next to a living pool introduced.

The color change ability of the Yalong people is still favorable in the south with dense trees and grass, but in the morning star north of the sky, except for the rock is snow, it is not normal for a sudden burst of green to appear.

The Festus potion seems to turn the user white, a kind of pale gray, but because there are too few testers of that thing, it is impossible to confirm what sequelae there will be, such as the problem of not returning, Savera, who is quite proud of his appearance, naturally refuses.

"Chief." "Chief." The two greeted together.

"You take a few sips and set an example." Astured dropped a sentence and passed them.

"Astride, uh, I'm ..." "Hello, I want to borrow your husband for a while, but don't be jealous." At the door of the intelligence room, a small Babette was pulling a tall man Ain Boyon passed by.

Is it strange to be jealous?

"I don't know what experiment you are going to do, but don't cause too serious injuries." Astrid waved his hand ignoring her husband's help.

"Hey, hey ~ I thought of a way to make creatures with both werewolf and vampire traits. It's definitely interesting to have the advantages of both without their respective weaknesses ~" The little vampire, nearly 500 years old, dragged the werewolf away.

Um ... should I worry a little? Astrad shook his head and pushed the door into the intelligence room.

Red Guardian, Nazr, who has a scimitar in his waist, is in charge of intelligence, and his new intelligence room at Morning Star is more than four or five times larger than the original one, so he simply merged the intelligence room and the conference room. You can find out what information is needed in two steps.

"Submit the task." Astrid threw five weird iron medals on the conference table.

"This task is really not difficult for you, leader," Nazr, who was looking through the information, got up and took the iron observations: "Well, it really is the guy of the" Morag Gang ", only for this kind of person, night The mother will only issue a must-have contract-then, you have completed the task perfectly this time and the reward has been added. "

"How did you analyze the pattern and pattern of the night mother's mission?" Astrad didn't care about his reward, and continued to ask.

Now that she decides to accept the fact that there is a supreme existence on her head, it is necessary to analyze her behavior pattern, so as not to one day touch the bottom line without knowing it, and it will be the result of internal encounters.

"Let's take the leader's mission for you this time," Nazr opened the big book that recorded the mission. "This is a rare" must-kill "mission of the night mother. The goal is from Morrogg's Morale. Gang members, they accepted the commission of some nobles who were in contact there, and wanted to assassinate the members of Wind Helm City's "Shawl Blonde Hair". "

"The human life and death of Skyrim can only be controlled by her personally? Whoever intervenes will die." Astrid nodded slightly: "This is consistent with our inference at the beginning-Yemu intends to develop a similar [Akai], but A completely different 'reincarnation of life and death' priesthood. "

"No, at least not completely," Nazr smiled bitterly. "If we strictly follow this standard, then the first thing to die is ourselves. Do you remember how much bread you have eaten?"

"A total of six, I am the soup pie." Astured answered without hesitation.

"Okay, but you should know what I mean," Nazr spread his hand. "The principle of the night mother seems to be limited to the province of Skyrim, and after she arrived in Skyrim, we have a case to investigate, there is no more The date when any mission that does not meet the night mother ’s “rules” can succeed is exactly the day when Cicero escorted the night mother ’s coffin into Skyrim. ”

"Well, continue." Astrid nodded.

"Then the way the night mother accepts the contract, that kind of dark ritual," Nazr turned a few pages and pulled out another piece of information: "No matter where the dark ritual is held, or if outsiders know, the night mother Can receive and send people to contact, but this only confirms her authority similar to the devil or the Holy Spirit. "

"All the contractual goals accepted by Yemu have their own way of death, and I will not take them," Nazr pointed to a row of bookshelves: "It is the kind of trial that is given to a truly fair court. , A criminal who will definitely be sentenced to death. "

"So, our 'Brotherhood of Darkness' is now a 'courtroom'? Huh." Astrid laughed self-deprecatingly. Sometimes she would indeed explain the behavior of the Brotherhood in this way and put gold on her face, such as pulling [] When joining.

what……? She held her forehead. What the **** did I forget?

"In fact, it is not always true. Sometimes the crime of the target is not serious enough, but the client has strong hatred and resentment. If the contract is not accepted, he and she will probably do it by themselves. In this case, the night mother will also accept the contract, such as Say ... well, that 'civil Guiluo.' "

I remember Ci Xiang Gui Luo was killed by [] Hey?

"Oh, Gui Luo, how is she doing?" In the confusion, Astrad almost didn't have any extra thoughts to adjust his expression, and asked blankly.

"According to the news that a spy we intercepted sent to the Imperial Legion, there is a lady Lonely Wind in the Wintercastle Mage Academy, which is very similar to Ci Gui Guiluo, but because she does not pay much attention to this person, there is no more valuable. News, "Nazr pointed to a few lines of information on the intelligence:" This surname is relatively rare. We found a 'Lone Wind Captain' in the Wind Helmet City and confirmed that he has a sister, called 'Guiluo'. '.'

"So say—" Asturd's thoughts began to run again from the frozen state.

"So, those 'innocent' targets that we think we have killed are likely to change their names and appearances and live in another place in Skyrim, but there is no more evidence to further prove." Nazr shrugged. : "Suddenly I feel like I have been completely dry all these years."

Astrid did n’t feel in vain, a figure that almost disappeared from memory gradually became clear, and although she still could n’t remember the specific name and relationship with it, she was undoubtedly doing something similar to the information Things, and because of this, she would only—

"Oh! Mother! What's wrong with you mother! (Spades) Let me go further? That's impossible! (Cube)" Cicero's yelling suddenly came from outside.

"Um, the night mother heard us arranging her and was angry?" Nazr was a little dazed, and Astrid turned around and rushed out.

The appearance of the night mother, in fact everyone has seen, is a strict and beautiful female who is wrapped in a blue cloth belt. Those cloth belts can make a powerful attack or defense and healing effect, but also behind Unfolding the weird light wing, unfortunately it is just a corpse, which can only convey its meaning through the "listener" of Cicero. No matter how serious the words are, it always seems incomprehensible under the rumors of the crazy clown.

At this time, the iron coffin was closed tightly, and the huge blue transparent light wings were quietly fanning out of the coffin, and the tape that was originally wrapped around the body was being drawn out one by one. The cloth tape is the same.

"Wow, mother ~ (Peach)" Cicero opened his mouth: "Are you all now--er, dare to say it and kill me? Okay. (Cube)"

Tikka-The iron coffin of the night mother slowly opened to both sides, showing the scene.

Contrary to the expectations of some men present, it was n’t the night mother, but a girl who was taking a nap with a weird big gun. She looked about ten years old and was wearing a cute white skirt with a red border , A short cloak with a thick plush edge on his shoulders, black gloves with elbows on his hands, bright silver short boots and red stockings that are also very long, and plush **** on the whole dress And ribbon.

The most striking is her short white hair and the arch-like white forehead on her face.

At this moment, Astrid always subconsciously ignored the name and related things in the brain instantly recovered, she directly rushed over and hugged the little girl into her arms: "[Jeand]!"

"Ah ..." The girl opened her eyes in confusion, looked around, and suddenly lowered her head to hit Astrid's forehead, shaking the spear in her hand, with an unusually clear and cute but impatient voice Said:

"My name is Joan Lily, whoever dares to call me [Mother of the Night] I will stab it to death!"

"Okay ~ Mother ~ (Peach)"

The members of the Brotherhood have never been so uniform and neatly sympathetic to one person.

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