My name is Akatosh,
……that's not me!
——4E, 201, Hearth Moon, 29th, 06:34——
"[What is the biggest fantasy in life——]"
"It's innocence, my brother."
"【Welcome home--】"
Astrid walked into the Morning Star City Sanctuary, looking at the slowly closing black door and the various interior arrangements as usual, feeling like he was in another world.
As an assassin in the shadows, it was not surprising that she was almost beaten by Sharp-Eyed Eagle in a frontal battle. However, just some squad leaders and ordinary scouts put her in a desperate situation, especially the last words issued by the commander himself. Remembering "Dragon Break", Astrid couldn't think of a way to deal with it. If [ ] hadn't desperately saved him, the Dark Brotherhood might have been completely wiped out.
Wait...who?
"Welcome home~ (Spade) Hey hey~ (Diamond) Welcome home! (Club)" Clown Cicero jumped out, repeating Black Gate's words with a weird expression.
"Does the Night Mother have any instructions?" His thoughts were interrupted, and Astrid looked at him angrily: "You have provided us with a new shelter, and we are willing to listen to the Night Mother's words, but that does not mean You can do whatever you want."
"I'm sorry~ (Hearts) The listener can really do whatever he wants~ (Hearts)" The clown began to spin and dance in place.
It seemed that the Night Mother had no special instructions, so there was no need to compromise with him. Astrid frowned slightly and walked around the clown towards the depths of the sanctuary.
This new sanctuary located under the Morning Star was transformed from an abandoned tunnel. Its entrance is located on a cliff facing the sea. After entering, it slopes downward. The interior is not a simple hall with four walls of cave rooms, but Just like a real mine, it has different levels. Different rooms, planes, passages and stairs make up the entire sanctuary. The first impression given is that it is "like a huge ant nest".
"Chief, you're back!" Dark Elf Gabriella was packing simple equipment and props for going out at the entrance. When she saw Astrid, she immediately greeted her energetically.
"Have a mission?" Astrid now has no objection to the fact that most of the Brotherhood's missions and contracts are not handled by himself. Since he can't command and arrange everything in detail, it is acceptable to coordinate in the middle.
In order for things like [ ] to never happen again,... Huh? who?
"Ah, now there are rumors everywhere in Morning Star that the Stormcloaks want to abandon them and give up their territory to the Imperial Legion. Some people are ready to take advantage of the opportunity to get rid of some people who stand in their way. They think that they will not be traced after the change of lords. It's a matter of my first term." Gabriella put the finger on the tiger and smiled: "My mission is to make them quiet."
"Just follow the mission requirements, don't do unnecessary things without permission." Astrid nodded and watched her leave towards the door.
"Hey... I don't know how to use it. It's useless whatever you say."
"Your appearance is so unique that it's impossible to blend into the crowd. Didn't you notice that the Night Mother doesn't even give you tasks?"
"Hmph...I don't drink anyway."
After sending Gabriella away, Astrid met the Argonian Savella and the human mage Festus at an introduced living pool. The latter was recommending some medicine to the former.
The color-changing ability of the Argonians is quite advantageous in the south where trees and grass are dense, but in the morning star in the north of the sky, where there is only rocks and snow, a sudden flash of green is not normal.
And Festus' potion seems to be able to turn the user white, a pallor close to gray. However, because there are too few testers of that thing, it is not possible to confirm what the sequelae will be, such as whether the change will come back. Savila, who was quite proud of her appearance, naturally refused.
"Chief." "Chief." The two of them greeted together.
"Take a few sips and set an example." Astrid said a word and passed them by.
"Astrid, uh, this is..." "Hello, Chief, I want to borrow your husband for a while, so don't be jealous." At the door of the intelligence room, the little Babette was dragging the tall one Ironboyn passes by.
It’s weird to be jealous, right?
"I don't know what experiment you want to do, but don't cause too serious injuries." Astrid ignored her husband's look for help and waved her hand.
"Hey hey~ I thought of a way to create a creature that has the characteristics of both a werewolf and a vampire. It must be interesting to have the advantages of both without their respective weaknesses~" The nearly 500-year-old little vampire dragged the werewolf away.
Hmm... shouldn't I be a little worried? Astrid shook his head, opened the door and walked into the intelligence room.
The Red Guard, Nazr with a scimitar on his waist, was in charge of intelligence, and his new intelligence room in Morning Star was more than four or five times larger than the original, so he simply merged the intelligence room and the conference room. If there was a meeting, You can find out what information you need in just two steps.
"Submit the task." Astrid threw five strange-looking iron plates on the conference table.
"This task is really not difficult for you, leader." Nazir, who was reading the information, stood up and took the iron cards to observe: "Well, it is indeed a guy from the 'Morag Gang', and only for such people, Ye A mother will issue a sure-kill contract - then, your mission has been completed perfectly, and the reward has been added."
"How have you analyzed the pattern and rules of the Night Mother's missions?" Astrid continued to ask, not caring about his reward.
Now that she has decided to accept the fact that there is a supreme being above her head, it is necessary to analyze her behavioral patterns to prevent one of her from hitting the bottom line one day without realizing it, resulting in an internal war.
"Take your mission this time, leader," Nazir opened the big book that recorded the mission. "This is a rare 'must-kill' mission for the Night Mother. The target is Morag from Morrowind. Gang' members, they accepted the commission from some nobles with connections over there, and wanted to assassinate the members of the 'Blonde Man with Shawl' in Windhelm City."
"The life and death of human beings in Skyrim Province can only be controlled by her personally? Anyone who interferes will die." Astrid nodded slightly: "This is in line with our initial inference - the Night Mother intends to develop a place similar to [Akai], but A completely different priesthood of 'reincarnation of life and death'."
"No, at least not completely," Nazr smiled bitterly, "If we strictly follow this standard, then the first person who will die is ourselves. Do you remember how much bread you have eaten?"
"There are six in total. I am the soup cake pie." Astrid answered without hesitation.
"Okay, but you should know what I mean," Nazir spread his hands. "The principles regarding the Night Mother seem to be limited to the Skyrim Province, and it was after she arrived in the Skyrim Province. After we have documented it, there will be no more The date on which any mission that does not comply with the Night Mother's 'rules' can be successful is exactly the day when Cicero escorts the Night Mother's coffin into Skyrim Province."
"Well, continue." Astrid nodded.
"Then there is the way the Night Mother accepts the contract, the dark ritual." Nazir turned a few more pages and pulled out another piece of information: "No matter where the dark ritual is held, or whether anyone knows about it, the Night Mother always She can receive it and send people to contact it, but this only proves her authority similar to that of the devil or the Holy Spirit."
"All the contract targets accepted by the Night Mother have their own 'methods of death', so I won't take them." Nazir pointed to a row of bookshelves: "It's the kind of thing that would be judged by a truly fair court. , a sinner who will definitely be sentenced to death."
"So, our 'Dark Brotherhood' is now a 'court'? Haha." Astrid laughed at herself. She did sometimes explain the actions of the Brotherhood in this way to put a dent in her face, such as pulling [] When joining.
Huh……? She held her forehead. What on earth did I forget?
"Actually, this is not necessarily the case. Sometimes the target's crime is not serious enough, but the client has strong hatred and resentment. If the contract is not accepted, he/she will most likely do it himself. In this case, the Night Mother will also accept the contract. For example...well, that 'kind Guiluo'."
I remember Cixiang Guiluo was killed by [ ]... Huh?
"Oh, Guiluo, how is she?" In the chaos, Astrid asked blankly, with almost no extra thoughts to adjust his expression.
"According to the news we intercepted from a spy who passed to the Imperial Legion, there is a lonely lady in the Winterhold Mage Academy who is very similar to Kind Guiluo. However, because she does not pay much attention to this person, she does not have more valuable information. News," Nazir pointed to a few lines of information and said, "This surname is quite unusual. We followed the clues and found a 'Captain Gufeng' in Windhelm City, and confirmed that he has a sister named 'Gui Luo' '."
"So-" Astrid's mind started to work again from its frozen state.
"So, those 'innocent' targets we thought we had killed may have changed their names and appearances, and are living somewhere in the sky with another identity, but there is no more evidence to further prove it." Nazir shrugged. : "Suddenly I feel like all my hard work these years has been in vain."
Astrid did not feel that she had done anything in vain. A certain figure that had almost disappeared from her memory gradually became clear. Although she still could not remember the specific name and the relationship with it, there was no doubt that she was doing something similar to the information. thing, and precisely because of this, she would——
"Oh! Mother! What's wrong with you, mother! (Spade) Let me go further? That's impossible! (Diamond)" Cicero's yelling suddenly came from outside.
"Well, the Night Mother got angry when she heard that we were arranging her?" Nazir was in a daze, but Astrid turned around and rushed out.
In fact, everyone has seen the appearance of the Night Mother. She is a tall and beautiful woman tightly wrapped in blue cloth belts. Those cloth belts can have powerful attack, defense and healing effects, and there are also Spreading strange wings of light, it is a pity that it is just a corpse. It can only convey its meaning through Cicero, the "listener". No matter how serious the words are, they always appear nondescript under the message of that crazy clown.
At this time, the iron coffin was tightly closed, and the huge pair of blue transparent light wings were fanning quietly through the coffin. The cloth straps originally wrapped around the body were being pulled out one by one. Looking at the scale, it seemed that everything on the body was It's like the cloth belt fell apart.
"Wow, mother~ (Heart)" Cicero opened his mouth: "Are you now going to - uh, kill me if you dare to say it? Okay. (Square)"
Click, click, click - Night Mother's iron coffin slowly opened to both sides, revealing the scene inside.
Contrary to the expectations of some of the men present, the person there was not the Night Mother, but a girl holding a weird big gun and taking a nap. She looked about ten years old and was wearing a cute short skirt with a white background and red edges. , wearing a short cloak with thick plush edges on his shoulders, black gloves that reach his elbows, bright silver short boots and long red socks, and the overall costume is decorated with plush balls. and ribbons.
The most eye-catching thing is her short snow-white hair and the arch-shaped white forehead on her face.
At this moment, the name and the things related to it that Astrid had always subconsciously ignored came to life in her mind. She rushed over and hugged the little girl into her arms: "[Joan of Arc]!"
"Ah..." The girl opened her eyes in confusion, looked around, and suddenly lowered her head and bumped Astrid's forehead, shook the spear in her hand, and spoke in an unusually clear and cute voice that seemed quite impatient. said:
"My name is Jeanne d'Arc Lily. Anyone who dares to call me [Night Mother] will be stabbed to death!"
"Okay~Mother~(Heart)"
Never before had the fraternity sympathized so uniformly and uniformly with one man.
