——4e, 201, the last seed month, 29th, 20:00——
Winterhold, Mage Academy.
After several hours of study and exposure to the Eye of Magnus, Zag, Blerina and Onmond, the first batch of students, have greatly improved their magic skills. They can barely get rid of their status as apprentices and are called magicians. If necessary, they can even teach other apprentices in certain departments in which they are good.
It's just that because there are too few students and too many tutors, the new apprentices such as the Nafereda siblings, Helgi and her mother Railet are not in their turn to teach. It is better to include these new apprentices. It has just equaled the number of mentors.
As for the former guardian of the crown, Ms. Larina, she is far beyond the age suitable for learning magic. Since cooking and cleaning are assisted by magic, she patrols the academy every time she has nothing to do, correcting certain apprentices from time to time. Even the tutor's bad living habits are like a vice-dean, and Savos Aran, the chief mage and dean of the college, is happy to see this happen.
Tovdir, who was once again accused of preferring bread and cheese to eating vegetables, hid in the Temple of the Elements after dinner, where few people came when classes were not being held.
"Ah, I think I can soon change my name to Ms. Larina as mother, don't you, 'father'?" Zela Pesh opened the door and came in, teasing her when she opened her mouth.
"It's the 'adoptive father'," Tovdil corrected habitually, looking up at his adopted daughter: "Why do you still maintain this appearance? Ancano is no longer here."
"It's as if he's dead," Zeira tugged on the golden hair she transformed into the illusion: "You know, he is not the only envoy of the Thalmor faction, and the lifespan of elves is particularly long. What if something happens? What should I do if I get recognized?”
Even so, Zella still removed the illusion with a pop, revealing her original image of an elf girl with black hair, black eyes and pointed ears.
Yes, the lifespan of elves is particularly long... Tovdil was slightly in a daze. The girl with an anxious face and a soft and cute voice asked if the big collapse had happened and if anyone was injured. After so many years, the girl just She has grown into the appearance of a young girl, but he is already a dying old man, and he doesn't know how long he can take care of her - maybe she doesn't need his care at all?
"I heard that you learned some kind of teleportation spell from the Psijic Order? You took the apprentices everywhere to explore the ruins, and invited an ancient vampire to settle in Sattar?" Tovdir put aside irrelevant thoughts and began Ask her prepared questions for the private meeting.
It doesn't matter what the ruins are, I believe her strength can handle it well, but the vampire aristocrat is very troublesome. It is said that he is an ancient existence that participated in the siege of the Hall of the Vigilant and survived, and the most dangerous thing is the teleportation spell. If If you accidentally enter the annihilation realm of a certain demon, it will be difficult to get out again.
"Well... do you know about the battle between the Imperial Legion and the Stormcloaks?" Zera said, but what she said seemed to be irrelevant.
"It's just a power struggle that has existed for thousands of years, nothing special." Tovdir replied: "Since Tiber Septim has been promoted to the Holy Spirit Talos, of course it will not be because mortals no longer worship or there are no idols and gods. The altar just fell off the altar, just like Akatosh, the dragon god of time. Although not many people worship him because he has no specific priesthood, he is still the supreme god of course."
"Sneeze!" Zera sneezed and rubbed her nose and replied: "You are right, but that is not what I want to express - although Nords generally do not like magic and are unwilling to learn it, they cannot Denying the power and influence of magic, in order to prevent us from suddenly siding with one side in the final battle, they will definitely carry out various overt and covert interferences, and the things I did before were all to deal with them."
"Well..." Tovdir pondered.
Due to the impact of the great collapse, the Mage Academy has become a suspended island. No matter who wants to influence the Mage Academy, they can only give up the use of force to interfere. If the material restrictions are through the remaining Winter Fortress, they can use the teleportation spell. The answer is, if they are luring the members of the academy, nothing can compare to the improvement in strength that Zela brings to them. Finally, if they make a desperate move and send a few strong men to attack, then the ancient vampire will be the weight that makes them dare not act rashly.
Unknowingly, has that girl who always likes to make mischief grown up to the point where she has no plans left? Maybe I am really old.
"So, what's your next plan?" Tovdir spoke again, his tone changing from questioning to discussion.
"Perhaps I will run around and find some qualified people who are not biased towards the Empire or the Stormcloaks to come back as apprentices." The elf girl blinked.
"Well, it's to expand our strength, so that any party will have to think twice before making our decision..." Tovdil nodded, and suddenly saw Zera's pointed ears twitching, and his face changed a little. He said: "What?"
"No, it's nothing... something happened..." Zella's voice became indistinct, and her appearance quickly changed from black hair and black eyes to blond hair and blue eyes. Her body even transformed into a set of strange but seemingly... The dashing black skirt and armor—it seems to be made of ebony?
"Forced teleportation?" As a master of magic, Tovdil almost immediately figured out what happened to his adopted daughter. He frowned and tried to counterattack, but all the magic output was like a stone sinking into the sea: "Where did you leave a summons? medium?!"
"Don't worry, it's not very far." The elf girl seemed to understand something, and her tone became relaxed: "I will come back after handling the matters over there. Before that, you must take good care of Ms. Larina."
"You don't need to remind me." Before Tovdir finished speaking, Zela Pesh disappeared in front of him.
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"[Close it, close it, close it -]" In a somewhat deserted mansion near the Gray Zone in Windhelm City, a boy was muttering to himself in front of a strange circular pattern.
Aventus Aretino is nine years old, the youngest son of the Aretino family in Windhelm.
His father, a Stormcloak commander, died in a conflict with the Imperial Regiment many years ago. His mother was grieved and reluctantly raised him. Finally, she ran out of oil and was on the verge of death last year.
Fortunately, she received good treatment with the help of a newly emerged organization "gold fall". The members of this organization are all sisters and sister (a) sister (yi) with beautiful blond hair, Aventu Si was extremely lucky that his mother also had beautiful blond hair.
According to Lord Ulfric, he had some complaints about this women's organization whose members came from different classes and planned to ban it, but he finally gave up because blond hair and blue eyes were a common feature of the Nords.
Although they provided a place for treatment and recuperation for Aventus' mother out of sympathy or other things, they were very difficult to place Aventus. After all, they each had families, and some were still unmarried girls. Unable to take care of a half-grown boy, he finally decided to hand him over to a branch of the Aretino family to raise him.
However, Aventus is not a ghost who doesn't understand anything and only cries when things happen. When his mother struggled to pull him up, he had already seen clearly the faces of those so-called side relatives. They wished that their mother would die early, and then they could Before his mother was rescued, he thought Aventus did not understand and even discussed in front of him how to divide the property owned by the family.
So, when the blond sisters came to discuss with him, they unexpectedly proposed to go to the orphanage in Rift Valley City to stay temporarily until their mother recovered. After all, if the mother wanted to be completely cured, she couldn't do it within a year or two. I can't trouble this simple mutual aid organization when something happens. I heard that Rift Valley City is controlled by a family called "Black Thorn", and the orphanage was built by them to gain a good reputation. So even those Ari Tino's side branch couldn't reach out even if he wanted to do something.
Their words turned out to be fruitful. After thinking about it, Frigga Brokenshield finally agreed to the plan. Although Jodi Kuhai had some objections, she did not object in the end. As for the other sisters, they promised to take good care of his mother and let him After writing the letter, I started stuffing him with various children's toys and books.
"[I am the one who destroys all good deeds, and I am the one who accomplishes all evil deeds——]"
And this strange book was mixed in with those children's books. Aventus stopped for a moment and glanced at the book placed next to the magic circle. This magic circle and the strange spells in his mouth were all based on the above. Records, the necessary steps to "summon the Dark Brotherhood".
He had not originally planned to use this method, but those so-called relatives were really too much. They could put a cruel old lady named Gui Luo under the eyes of the Black Thorn family, and squeeze out the original person in charge, Aunt Mitchell. Be the deputy.
If he just planned to treat him harshly, Aventus would naturally have a way to retaliate, but unexpectedly Guiluo actually wrote a letter to his mother in the name of the orphanage. He died unexpectedly. His mother's illness was mostly recovered, and he was shocked, angry and sad. All previous efforts were completely wasted. When a sister with blond hair and a shawl came to learn about the situation, Aventus only found out about it. After hurried back to Windhelm City to reassure his mother, the murderous intention in his heart could not be calmed down at all.
Although Guiluo is just a character, her death will definitely expose the tricks of those who secretly plotted against their mother and son. Later, they will follow the clues to recruit the culprit. The assassins of the Dark Brotherhood will definitely make them understand that he is Aventus Ari. Tino is not a soft persimmon who can be bullied.
The only problem is that according to the Dark Brotherhood's high fees, Aventus is not sure how many times the property he controls can command them, and in what form will he contact him? He thought as he recited the last incantation,
"[——Guardian of Ping!]"
A bloody hurricane suddenly blew up, and Aventus couldn't help but sit back and fall to the ground.
After the wind subsided, the boy watched in amazement as a big sister appeared in the center of the magic circle, wearing gorgeous black armor, an arch-like black forehead ornament on her face, and her blond hair was as light as white. She was looking down with a look of disgust. Hold yourself.
