"Oh my god, how could that happen?" Monica obviously didn't believe it.
Asara quietly shrugged: "Bothela from The Hag's Cure invented a special Stallion's Potion. In order to make it easier to sell, she secretly mixed it. It became Special Brews. Do you know Pocera? The alchemist wizard from Markarth City, with a face that is unique to the Reach people (War Paint). She is often generous when her master is so generous and never bargains. Showing off to guests, boasting, 'The old witch's elixir is here to satisfy all your discreet needs...', 'I have potions for sickness, lovesickness, irritable children...', 'A little old magic can cure all illnesses. ...', 'Oh, yes...you need my special beer...' As a result, at the celebration party for the master to find out the real culprit of the Windhelm City serial murder case, Posela's assistant Mu Rui, yes, that's the one The silly sweet girl took the 'special beer' as a great treasure and brought it to the venue, which is the corner club of New Gessis where I work."
"Oh my God..." Monica's expression said it all: "So the master drinks...stallion beer?"
"If the master is alone, it's no problem." Asara's expression of reluctance to mention it said a lot of things.
"Did everyone at the celebration party drink?" Monica could no longer imagine the shocking scene.
"No. Because it is an amazing collection, Mu Rui quietly led the lord up to the third floor and prepared to taste it secretly." Asara smiled and shook his head: "As a result, after drinking this amazing collection, our man will be What it’s like, you can imagine it even if I don’t tell you.”
"I understand." Somehow, Monica suddenly thought of a similar situation that happened to her. Isn't this the daily life in Graystone Castle?
"No, you don't understand." Asara sighed secretly: "Have you ever seen a big brawl in a club where drunken men waved their fists and shot their bows left and right? Blood was mixed with vomit, tables and chairs were flying around, people were turning their backs, and the earth was shaking. It seems like it will collapse in the next second..."
"With the fight like this, don't the people in Windhelm know?" Monica looked incredulous.
"I told you, they are on the third floor." Asara said the key point.
"So..." Monica thought: "You were on the second floor at that time?"
"Ahem." Asara's expression already gave the answer. She is truly the most popular dancer in the club. While others were getting drunk and partying all night long in the hall on the first floor, she quietly sneaked up to the second floor to spy on the lord's privacy.
"Speaking of which, the men in our family should be very careful. Why did we drink beer of unknown origin?" Monica always felt that there was something hidden in it.
"I told you she was a silly and sweet little girl. To prove that it was really an amazing treasure, she took a small sip first." The details Asara added suddenly made the whole incident more convincing.
"Huh..." I saw my man keeping an arm's distance from the three ladies like a gentleman, full of etiquette that a lord should have. Monica seems to have some uncontrollable curiosity about the past of her man who was once a brave man. Suddenly thinking about the "past" lost in the 'Second Millennium Dragon Break', Monica couldn't help but ask: "Tell me, among the ladies present, are there any..."
"Well, there must be." Asara raised her eyebrows lightly.
Ever since Ulfric Stormcloak spared Windhelm in a duel of honor, the fortunes of House Shattershield have been in decline. Even towards the Eastern Empire Company, which is affiliated with Cyrodiil, Ulfric Stormcloak showed full kindness. But they treat the Broken Shield family differently, which competes fiercely with the Eastern Empire Company.
It is said that he almost caught the Shattered Shield family several times, but in the end nothing happened.
Even so, the head of the Shatter-Shield family, Torbjorn Shatter-Shield, who colluded with pirates, exploited the Argonians, found the Akai Talisman for his wife, and loved to drink special beer, was still alive and well. Excluding the dragon attack that has disappeared from the sky and the vampire crisis that is about to collapse, based on the current plot alone, the Broken Shield family in Windhelm City should not be easily destroyed.
Of course, the three ladies were sent to the Ximu Territory to attend the dinner hosted by the lord at the Gray Rock Castle. From this point of view, Tobjon Shattershield does have a reason to live.
Greystone Castle except for Lady Giuseppe and The Advent of the Angels. The most powerful protective forces are actually several "ring goddesses". Except for the time spent running their own annihilation fields, the "Ring Goddess" spends more time working together to protect the "Holy Spirit Barrier" of the Gray Stone Castle. Yes, as the law continues to improve and grow, the initial protection of the Holy Spirit has become a powerful barrier. In terms of the strength of the magic shield, the barrier effect of the barrier far exceeds that of the magic shield and magic shield, and is second only to the demiplane.
There is automatic recognition of the ring on the golden tree, so both the lord and his followers can pass through without hindrance. But for others it is an insurmountable obstacle. In addition to the powerful effectiveness of internal and external shielding, the barrier also has another powerful function, which is the gathering of divinity and the ability to prolong the magic effect.
The daily maintenance of the Holy Spirit Barrier relies entirely on several "ring goddesses" who never reveal themselves easily.
All in all, everything is good.
The dinner and dance at the castle ended with joy and laughter.
The gate of Ximu City has been closed. Of course, as a distinguished guest of the Gray Stone Castle, the guard could not refuse to let him pass. But there are no exceptions. Even the lord cannot trample his own laws wantonly. So the housekeeper obtained the consent of the lord and arranged for the distinguished guests to rest in the castle guest room.
Necessary communication is also part of the lord's daily routine.
Half Moon Mill.
He looked away from the crimson annihilation storm covering the Roaring Peak. The Hanged Man, wrapped in a cloak, looked like a huge ghost bat, falling down from the treetops and then nimbly turning over and landing on the ground. Not a single sound was made from beginning to end.
The cloaked man's eyes flashed with blood. The blood magic emblem unique to vampires immediately appeared on the door of the mill.
A snorting chuckle suddenly came from within the cloak. The unknown A feral-blooded actually declared with great fanfare that he was the master of the Bloody Hunting in the area where the mill was located?
If it weren't for an unknown vampire stronghold closest to Ximu. The cloaked man would never take a look at this dirty mill filled with putrid odor.
There was no way, the lord's wife and the eldest lady were hiding in the Sleeping Giant Hotel in Ximu City. Not wanting to alarm the baron in the graystone castle downstream of Ximu, he could only sneak into the city quietly from upstream. So Half Moon Mill became the only option.
Under the cover of night, the cloaked man turned into a ball of bats and flew into the mill through the gap high in the wall.
Then they circle around the beam and reunite into human form.
Looking down at the mill, which was piled with building materials and as messy as a construction site, the cloaked man hesitated a little.
Because there are no people, no, there are no vampires.
This is slightly different from the old information.
Of course, as you know, there is nothing we can do about the deviation of the old information that has been accumulated in the clan castle for many years and has become outdated. Especially considering the long lifespan of vampires.
Maybe it's just a long sleep in a coffin, hundreds of years have passed since this world.
What's so special about the messy and empty mill is that a wild rose planted in a pottery pot is particularly bright.
