As usual, Aliti put on her favorite dress, looked in the mirror, smeared on the skin care oil that was said to be carefully prepared by an alchemist in the empire, and put on a budding rose that had just been picked in the morning. The blooming blue stamens, coupled with her long golden hair and green eyes, make her look sunny and youthful.
But she didn't seem satisfied yet. She looked left and right, and finally took out a DiBella mark from a small box wrapped in silver foil and embedded it on the collar on her chest. Then she clicked with satisfaction. nod.
"Where is father?" asked the silver-blooded daughter who was famous throughout the sky.
The maid who was kneeling on the ground did not even dare to raise her head, "The master went to Shixia Fortress early in the morning to discuss matters with the city lord. Only Master Tonar is at home."
Aliti blinked her beautiful turquoise eyes and said casually: "Then tell the housekeeper that I will not have breakfast at home and let him give up my share to my dear brother. After all, he is the only male heir of Silver Blood, so he needs to eat more to stay healthy."
There were ripples in the basin the maid was carrying, but fear prevented her from making a sound. The mistress is beautiful; dignified (at least on the outside); and compassionate (many people doubt this); but she is silver-blooded. And Silver Blood is always awesome. Sometimes their words don't actually require an answer, because those who refuse have disappeared.
After finishing her instructions, Aliti walked straight out of this extremely gorgeously decorated and comfortable room without looking at her.
I don't know how long it took, but there was silence in the room.
Suddenly, an Elsweyr Khajiit climbed up on the special big bed in the room, and he quietly slipped away from Eliti Silverblood's boudoir.
He was confident that someone would take him out just as someone brought him in.
Look, this is Ality Silverblood. The most beautiful flower in the border area.
Now.
Eliti was in a beautiful mood all day long. Although the Elsweyr tiger man last night did not satisfy her as much as the rumors said, the exchange between the two different races still left her with a good impression. . So when she came to the busiest hotel in Markas as usual, while admiring the self-centered joy of the poor guys below, and planning whether to find the next prey, she was struck by the perfect body and handsome face from another world. His face was completely attracted.
At that moment, she even began to fantasize about the pleasure she would get. Ms. Joy, you should take a look at him. He must be the most handsome man since the creation of Shure.
The woman from the Silver Blood family came down and solved a small problem for her perfect partner (she thought). Then she looked at Turka with her blushing but irresistible shy smile, and said: "May DiBella's holy light shine on you and me. I hope this little farce will not affect your leadership at the frontier." Feeling."
Turka met many people and even gods in his long life. But Arity Silverblood was the first woman he found unpleasant. She was stupid but thought she was smart and showed her little tricks in front of him. But the stench of her soul cannot be concealed by even the richest and most fragrant fragrance of the Empire.
O Ilúvatar, what did she think he was? Those dirty toys on her bed?
"Although it's not necessary, I do appreciate your speaking up. Madam."
Turka looked at her quietly. In other words, on the gold seal on the woman's chest. It was a badge with a naked woman on it, only the size of a knuckle. Golden. There was something magical about the firelight in the hall's fireplace. It is very similar to the ray of light on the spire of the tallest temple in Markarth City.
"Madam? No, that's a term for a married person." Aliti's mind was so focused on the man in front of her that she mistakenly overestimated her own charm and the coldness in the other person's eyes. Like a little girl, she looked at him shyly and bravely, "You can call me Aliti, brave stranger. I bet you must be from Elsweyr. God, your eyes are so beautiful."
Well.
Are all women in this world so straightforward? Turka clearly saw that the eyes of little Luogatus next to him were straightened, and he saw that the woman who called herself Aliti could not move. Maybe this is the Nord. he thought to himself. Regardless of love or hate, they are so straightforward that it seems like they can start a fight at any time.
"I'm passing through the sky." Turka felt a sense of irritation in his heart. He could feel that the woman had some strange power. Maybe it's magic. "Maybe he'll leave soon."
He vaguely told about his origins, and even little Logatus felt his cold attitude.
"If it's okay, ma'am, I'd like to see my guest room first." Turka didn't want to get entangled with the woman. He turned to the hotel owner and said, "I earned that, wasn't it?"
Claybo, who had been paying attention here, looked at the silver-blooded daughter who looked a little stiff, and then looked at Turka, with a smile flashing in his eyes, "That's true." He said, "Those two people are definitely not. Will come back again. If they are lucky, the priests of DiBella will heal them. But as for dignity, they will lose it forever."
"Then they're asking for it," Turka said.
Claypool nodded, "Then please come with me. They, I mean, your guest rooms are on the first floor." Then he walked out of the bar and walked towards the west corridor.
"Madam." Looking at the beautiful silver-blooded daughter, little Logatus wanted to say something else, but under the gaze of Turka's cold eyes, he could only hurriedly perform a nondescript gentleman's courtesy, Yiyi Reluctantly followed him.
In the hall, all the miners, businessmen, musicians, and maids who were watching their conversation couldn't help but reveal a strange smile. The sounds of the organ and flute paused for a brief moment before starting louder again.
Aliti Silverblood took a deep breath, turned around and walked out of the inn.
After she understood what the name Silver Blood represented, it had been a long time since she had been 'humiliated' like this. She knew that soon, rumors and even ditties about the Silver-Blooded Daughter being rejected would spread in the frontier areas. If a bard is not afraid of death, the rumor may even spread throughout the sky.
She was almost twisted with anger at this.
But even Silver Blood cannot kill so many people for no reason in broad daylight. So, she had to endure this embarrassing humiliation.
But she vowed that she would make all the untouchables who saw her joke pay the price.
And he.
Eliti Silverblood walked step by step on the gray stone road of Markarth City, feeling a surge of shameful anger and resentment in her heart. You will be mine.
The Nords are really not a race that is good at taking care of their daily lives. Their buildings are either made of piles of rocks, or they use huge pieces of wood riveted to each other, and then decorated with animal furs and skull specimens. They are simple and crude, without any sense of beauty. . Far worse than the elves, or even the humans of Gondor.
Combined with the magic and miracles that are rampant in this world. Well, maybe Sauron isn't that hateful after all. There was even a trace of yearning for the Dark Lord in Turka's heart.
"There are only these two rooms." Kleibo randomly packed up the belongings left by the two previous guests. Not much, just two pairs of smelly boots, a few changes of linen shirts and leftover food. "I hope you enjoyed your stay," he said.
These are two typical Nordic rooms. Simple beds, log tables and chairs, and iron candlesticks. Ah, and there is a glass window. The sun shines through the crudely made windows and falls lazily onto the cold ground. The air is filled with a cold and rotten stench.
"I thought it would be better." Turka said, and he even began to miss the Hobbit hole. "But obviously, no matter where you go, the life of licking blood with a knife tip will not be good."
Kleiber fully agreed with this, "Stupid people will wander around in the wild all day long." He shrugged, "In addition to beasts like wolves, bears, and saber-toothed tigers, you also have to endure bandits, evil witches, and unreasonable guards. , To be honest, I would rather go to the Sidana Mine to mine than go to the wilds of Tianji to make a living." After saying that, he glanced at Turka and hesitated to speak.
Little Logatus' mind seemed not to have turned away from the Silver-Blooded Daughter. It wasn't until Turka sighed that he couldn't stand it anymore that he suddenly woke up. He took out the bag of coins that belonged to the old farmer, "I won't pay for them. That's not our responsibility. Tomorrow is our official move-in day."
The innkeeper gritted his teeth, his face not so good-looking, "Of course." He took the farmer's son's money bag and weighed it, "This is only enough for five days, but there is hot water in the back room, food and ale. It’s free. Of course, if you want something better, you have to pay.”
"You said that robbers only exist in the wild, but it turns out there are robbers here!" Little Luogatus jumped up as if his tail had been stepped on by a dog, "This is..."
"Prices have gone up." Kleiber interrupted him, but kept looking at Turka. "Markas is overcrowded, and everything is being consumed quickly, including Septim gold coins. If you come a few days later, The guards won’t even open the gates for you.”
"We won't stay long." Turka looked around, and to be honest, he wasn't that satisfied. You are no longer a king. You have to learn to adapt to this kind of hospitality.
Little Logatus was not too willing to do this, but in the end he had no choice but to accept it.
Before leaving, Klepper couldn't help but say to Turka: "As I said, sir. You always handle things simply and effectively. But that is Silver Blood. I'm not sure if you are doing it right."
"I heard you slandering a lady with a good reputation." The farmer's son blushed, as if he couldn't bear the bad words others said about Ality Silverblood, "You need to apologize!"
Alas, young people who are so overwhelmed by hormones cannot see the truth behind things. Turka even suspected that he was obsessed with coming to Markas, maybe it was because of the woman from the silver-blood family?
"Good? Reputation?" Claybo snorted. He glanced at the young Logatus, then at the mysterious stranger, shook his head, and said, "Don't forget, silver and blood flow in this city." Then he turned and left. .
Turka glanced at the still angry farmer's son, shook his head and ignored him. He may have felt some kind of gratitude to the old Tandis family, but he only protected them until the end of the war. Then leave. As for the rest.
Maybe he'll get a taste of it. Turka thought about the woman's eyes, thoughtfully.
At noon, Old Tangdis and his wife came to the Silver Blood Inn and met up with Little Logatus and Turka. He complained throughout lunch and the afternoon that things were getting tougher in the city; that the Silverbloods were paying farmers and miners appallingly low wages. In addition, he heard what happened to them in the inn, and the sadness on his face became even worse.
"I doubt they will be able to hold on until the enemy comes knocking on the door. Everything has become naked, robbery, fighting, everywhere. But the Ando family will not make the security better. They will only try their best to empty our pockets Every cent!" said the old farmer. "Perhaps you are right, Turka, we shouldn't be here."
"But we are already here," Turka said. They gathered in one of the guest rooms. The north window could just see the temple of the goddess of art and beauty standing on the highest rock peak in the center of the city. "Just stay here with peace of mind. If it really comes to the last step, Maybe the Temple of DiBella would be a good place to stay.”
"Those bitches?" Old Dandis sneered in a very strange tone: "They don't care about anything except their pocketbooks and their happiness."
"Shut up, old guy." The farmer's wife's face changed drastically, "I don't allow you to slander the Holy Spirit. Her teachings are beautiful, but those people have distorted her teachings."
"Moreover." The old woman whispered in fear: "May annihilation devour you, old fellow! We should not discuss a god at will."
Old Dandis responded in silence.
The same goes for Turka.
He knew better about the gods. Those powerful ones may be holy or evil; but no matter what, they are all superior; they have their own way of doing things, which you may or may not understand, but it does not hinder the gods. In their own way, they influence the world.
"In any case, now you can only stay here until the war is over." Turka said. He feared the gods, but he was not that afraid of them. But he also believes that one should not talk about a god unless necessary.
In this way, they spent an uncomfortable afternoon. Except for meal time, Old Tangdis and his wife stayed in the room all the time, no longer seeming to be interested in news from the outside world.
Little Logatus ran to the hall happily, hanging out with drunkards, fleeing farmers, miners, and low-duty guards, bragging and farting with them, and listening to the bards and musicians playing beautiful music. until night.
Turka had been sitting quietly in the room that belonged to him and the farmer's son, waiting.
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