"Has anyone ever told you that you have an incomparable face? In this celestial palanquin we call the distant tomb, most (human souls) have the plainest halo. But you! I know many buyers , they will pay the highest price for a (sparkling) soul like yours. So, do we want to trade?”
"I'm not interested in trading souls, madam." The lord obviously would not trade souls with the devil. No matter how tempting the female demon in front of me is.
"Then please tell me, dear guest, what brings you to Mrs. Wonderful?" Mrs. Wonderful, who was full of charm, used the usual frivolous tone of the landlady and stared into the clear eyes of the lord.
"You see, I am with Ceremony Master Val Shiren. She said you know everything that happens here and all the secrets behind it." What the Lord wants to trade is the secret of the distant tomb.
"Ah..." Taking a deep look at the ritual master sitting on the other side of the Lord, Mrs. Wonderful's smile became more and more attentive: "Everything Val Silen said to you is true. But I hate bragging. But, so is she. An unusual mortal, isn't it? Our 'darling of the alley', witty and clever. Perhaps she invited you here so as not to increase her 'bill' at the House of Fantasy. But rest assured that as a new customer, you Your first transaction is free.”
"Okay, madam. Please tell me how much you know about the sedan bearer." The Lord also got straight to the point.
"Ah, there are two eternal topics in the mouths of many people from the far tomb. The fresh goods at the crossroads, and the old-fashioned sedan bearers. So your 'interesting question'. Alas, I don't have the answer either. But you You're not the only 'new visitor' in our fair city seeking this kind of knowledge, right?" Mrs. Wonderful's words sounded like a polite refusal, but in fact they were bargaining techniques.
"You are absolutely right." The lord knew that if he wanted to extract useful information from the tavern proprietress who was graceful and good at dancing, it was always a simple and easy way to fall in her fancy: "So, Madam. How can I become yours? 'Regular customer'?"
"Wow, you want more? I just gave you a bunch of stuff as part of the free samples." Mrs. Wonderful continued the theme of bargaining.
"So, how do you trade in your 'Imagination House'?" The lord immediately switched to the daily adventure of a brave man.
"As the name suggests, I trade in capricious eccentricities, following impulsive desires. My House of Imaginations brings indulgent pleasures from forgotten places. And of course 'reliable information'. And food , beverages and conveniences for every appetite.”
"So, the first transaction tonight, why is this place called Celestial Sedan Chair?" As he spoke, the Lord placed a Demus magic stone the size of a pigeon egg gently on the bar.
"Dear guest, didn't you know you came here? How refreshing!" From the enthusiasm sprayed from the warm breath of the landlady, you can clearly know the value of this pigeon egg-sized Demus magic stone: " Like all otherworldly vehicles, the Far Tomb personifies the existence of the Liminal Bridge. After all, it (the Far Tomb) did begin as a strange 'nomadic kingdom'. Of course. , which is part of the charm of this city.”
"Specifically?" The Lord needs to know more details.
"Concretely, this means that if you want to travel through Annihilation's countless 'corridors,' there's no better starting point than the mythical Far Tomb. In addition to our famous Teleport Square, eye-catching teleportation corridors are scattered throughout the realm. 'Crossroads' as it's called. Plus, we don't have a Daedric."
"Is this important?" is an old rule in all hotels to ask three questions in a transaction.
"Without the Daedrics laying down the laws and manipulating the reality of the Far Tomb, we can shape the city as we choose. This gives us a noble freedom. Additionally, the absence of Daedrics means less chaos and violence in the streets, despite the gangsters And some cultists. But that’s insignificant.”
"When I came here, I couldn't help but notice the huge skeletons outside the city. Who are they?" As he said that, the lord put down the second dove egg magic stone. A new round of trading began.
"Aren't they beautiful? Ah, one of our best signs. No one knows exactly who or what they are, but legend has it that they once brought the city from one realm to another. So the Far Tomb is It alludes to the legendary 'big sedan'. But is this legend true? Well, at least those skeletons are real enough." This is also an ambiguous and watertight answer. As the saying goes among players: "Listening to your words is like listening to your words." It's all useless nonsense.
"What kind of Daedra are you, madam?" The Lord then asked the second expensive question.
"Personal enquiry? That will cost extra, dear, guest." She first gave the lord a seductive look, then Mrs. Wonderful Cleared her throat and spoke in a low and sexy voice. : "I am a Mazken (succubus), what mortals usually call a dark tempter. Unlike many of my sisters, I use my charm to confuse and seduce guests, (in order to) seek knowledge and use it to Profit. I'm not interested in violence at all..."
After finishing a long paragraph of self-introduction, Mrs. Wonderful Ideas cleverly changed the subject: "I'm surprised that our 'alley darling' didn't mention this to you." She got the advantage and behaved well. I mean, you don’t have to ask me this question at all.
"Why do you call Master Valshiren the darling of the alley?" This is the third extravagant question in this round.
What the Lord did did aroused enough surprise in Mrs. Wonderful Thoughts. Quite simply, it is so luxurious and wasteful to spend a high price to ask two completely irrelevant identity questions in a row.
"The darling of the alley, the fool in the far tomb, the woman in a cloak... She spared no effort to help those mortals who were washed ashore. And she asked for nothing in return. Unfortunately, I know very little about her past." Mrs. Wonderful Idea is just right. He once again set his sights on the Lord: "I must admit that I am deeply impressed by you, dear guest. The first time I saw you, I felt that there was something special about you. There is something intoxicating hidden in you. I also I must say to you, I enjoy dealing with mortals. Even though their lives are short and meaningless, they are fascinating."
This is a new understanding of the identity of the lord. It is also the signal to start the third round of real trading.
"'The lords of the Annihilation Realm accused Mered-Nanda of trespassing and told her to return to Orbis and declare that all existing (Annihilation) Realms were theirs. But Mered-Nanda formed with her own essence Using a giant trailing lens, Magnus's light was bent. The rays carved a new realm in Annihilation, and Meredith-Nanda exuberantly declared that it was her own.'" In a chanting tone Speaking of the passage recorded in "Meride-Nanda's Commentary", the lord gently put down the third dove egg magic stone:
"I heard that the fixed portal in the far tomb can lead to the place of death of Merunes Dagon. It is the domain of the demon god who was born from 'Legg's intestines'."
"Ah... dear guest. You are seeking to give birth to the 'Demon of Darkness and Destruction, who controls destruction, change, energy and ambition; known as the Black Demon, the Demon of Ambition, the Demon of Disaster and Destruction, the Razor Master, and the Lord of Destruction. , the flame tyrant, the father of the Cataclysm, Merunes Dagon, mother." A trace of complicated emotions flashed in Mrs. Wonderful's eyes. It seems to be a very advanced inner one-man show (performance). Or it’s the most authentic inner feedback.
"Are you the person I'm looking for, madam?" the lord asked directly.
