Starry Night and Moon.
11th.
Wednesday.
When Harald Silverblood returned to the Silverblood family's villa in Markarth from the Fortress under the Stone, it was already very late. All the servants with relatively insignificant jobs were at the gate to welcome the return of the uncrowned king.
Next to the housekeeper stood a young child, his childish face full of grievance and joy. He is Tonar Silverblood, the only male heir of this generation of the Silverblood family.
Harald knelt down with a smile and kissed his son's little face. "Can't you come back early?" The child pulled his father's beard and coquettishly.
"You know, my child." Harald is an energetic Nord. He is tall and muscular. He looks more like a warrior than a noble. His green eyes are always shining, as if he has passed the time. It didn't make him surrender. But everyone who knows him knows that the head of the Silver Blood family is over 60 years old and has already lived most of his life. "The city needs us, Skyrim needs the Silverbloods."
Then he let go of his son and looked at the housekeeper calmly. "Ask Ariti to come to the study to meet me."
The servants and butler left almost quietly but in an orderly manner. Little Tonar wanted to say something else, but Harald just lowered his head and glanced at him. Little Tonar immediately bowed politely and ran away.
study.
Harald met his daughter. She is always like a gorse blooming under the morning dew, beautiful but dangerous. The exquisite skirt couldn't cover up the graceful figure, because his big turquoise eyes looked innocently at his father, seeming to be aggrieved as to why the old father called her over to scold her as soon as he came home.
"I heard." Harald casually sorted out some documents on the desk, some private documents, without raising his head, "Take back the 'birds' you sent out. At this stage, any trouble None of it is allowed."
Eliti Silverblood gritted her teeth and dug her beautiful nails deeply into her palms. "I don't understand what you said..."
"I won't say it again." Harald said calmly, "Get out." He sealed the document with wax and stamped it with the imprint of the Silver Blood Family. He seemed to have no interest in taking a look at his daughter.
Ality Silverblood took a deep breath, gathered up her skirt, and turned around to leave. Just as he was about to grasp the silver handle, the voice of the head of the Silver Blood Family suddenly came from behind.
"Your brother is the only heir to the family, and I don't want to hear any complaints from you again. I won't repeat this a second time."
Aliti Silverblood's fingers almost broke the exquisitely crafted handle. But she didn't look back, she just opened the door and walked out.
The birds have already left their nests. They wouldn't look back, she thought. I do not know either.
…,…
now.
Silver Blood Inn.
A farmer might be able to decide his own schedule, but as a miner, they all have to think about getting up and working tomorrow. The big guys (you could even say the Andor family) pay you to work, so the overseer will never allow you to be late the next day.
As a result, people who had to get up early tomorrow reluctantly left the hotel. Drunkards and businessmen were also carried out or returned to their rooms. The inn began to feel empty, and eventually the music stopped.
The maids began to tidy up the messy tables and chairs, collect the scattered wine glasses, and clean the floor. Turka even heard one of the waitresses complain about too much wine spilled on the table and floor, and too many debris. The hotel owner was also shouting to drive away the guests and drunkards who refused to leave: "It's closing time, you all go back to your own dens."
Little Logatus walked back to the room drunkenly, and fell down on the goatskin and straw-filled bed where countless people had slept. He was used to it, Turka was like a pampered king and he never slept on the bed. And every day, little Luo Gatus could see him in high spirits.
"I drank too much ale." The farmer's son mumbled, "Good night, Turka."
"Good night, Logatus." Turka Aracano sat on a chair near the wall, letting the shadows drown his tall body.
Then everything was silent.
After a long time, there was no sound in the entire Silver Blood Inn. The city outside the house also became quiet.
As shadows fall over the land, the things that walk in the dark begin to come alive. The two assassins were like ghosts, bypassing the patrol route of the guards, as skillfully as if they had practiced it countless times.
The darkness not only provided them with natural protection, but the black cloaks and costumes of the assassins blended well into the dark night. After releasing the silence technique, they walked almost silently and were as agile as predators. Cats in . In addition, they drank the invisibility potion, so even if someone passed by them, they might not be able to find their traces.
But as consummate professionals, they took the trouble to avoid light sources and environments that might expose them. Thankfully, people in Macas don’t like to keep dogs. Although there are, there are too few compared to huge cities. These guys with sensitive noses may be able to smell unsettling odors through invisibility. Then they bark loudly, alarming countless people.
They walked and stopped all the way, and successfully arrived at the back door of the Silver Blood Inn. All inns and hotels have back doors. This is just like having a pair of chopsticks. One is just a stick, and a pair is chopsticks.
Compared with the heavy brass door at the front door - Markarth City is a city built on the abandoned fortress of the Dwemer, and all its architectural styles have a strong Dwemer style - although the wooden door at the back door It's strong enough, but when you unlock it, a wooden door is always more convenient than a brass door.
Also, there are no torches at the back door.
The lights in the room have long been extinguished. Everyone fell into a deep sleep.
So, one of the assassins carefully took out his tools.
Click.
There was an almost inaudible mechanical sound, and the door lock was picked open.
The two assassins looked at each other in the darkness. The assassin who unlocked the door carefully pushed open the back door of the inn, his movements as gentle as catkins flying.
The remaining assassin hid in a dark corner at the back door of the inn, watching out for him.
Behind the door is the inn's kitchen. The smell of spicy seasonings and the unique greasy and sour smell of food filled the whole house. The flame in the stove had long been extinguished, and the pale moonlight fell through the window next to the fireplace.
The assassin was like a civet cat walking at night, quietly walking through the kitchen and hall, using the shadows of the bar, tables and chairs to obscure his figure. Finally, the assassin came to the target's guest room.
He stood quietly in the darkness for a moment, making sure that no one noticed his behavior, and there was no movement in the room except for the constant snoring of a certain fool.
So, the assassin repeated his old tricks. He took out the tool and turned it carefully until the gear made an inaudible sound.
The assassin cautiously paused for a while, and then carefully pushed open a thin gap. His movements were extremely gentle, guarding against the squeaking sound of the wooden door.
Then, the assassin in the shadow took out a bottle of potion. This is some kind of alchemical product. Its effect is that when the bottle is broken, the liquid inside will quickly sublimate into gas. People who inhale this gas will fall into paralysis and coma. At least that's what the employer who gave him the potion said.
But he had no chance to use it.
Turka Aracano, who had been waiting for a long time, suddenly reached out his hand from the darkness, grabbed the door frame and pulled it open suddenly. With his other hand, he grabbed the assassin's hand holding the potion with lightning speed, and kneed him. It hit the assassin's soft belly.
The sudden outbreak of fighting almost caught the assassin outside the door by surprise. He obviously drank the invisibility potion! and……
Feeling the terrifying attack with the sound of wind and thunder, the hairs all over the assassin's body stood up. The experience of walking in the darkness for many years made the assassin instinctively twist his waist at the last moment to avoid the fierce knee. Collide. For this reason, he even bent the shoulder of the hand that was grabbed at 90°, and forcefully broke his arm.
The assassin didn't even have time to feel the excruciating pain before a dagger appeared in his other hand. Turka snorted, his bent knees suddenly straightened, and he kicked his enemy's lower body.
The assassin's eyes widened. The dagger with a faint cold light stopped just shy of three centimeters from the target's abdomen.
But these three centimeters have become the dividing line between life and death between the two people.
The huge force even kicked the enemy into the air, and Turka could even hear some kind of shattering sound. But because one of the enemy's hands was tightly grasped by him, the enemy could only watch as he flew up, the egg shattered, and then fell to the ground and fainted.
All this happened in a flash of lightning. The enemy didn't expect that the target could actually see through the invisibility. "May your eyes be sharp and far-reaching, and not be confused by all the fog!" - Just like this blessing to the Dragonborn.
Moreover, Turka's hearing was beyond their imagination; he heard it as soon as the enemy pried open the back door of the hotel. However, he could not hear the enemy's footsteps. It wasn't until the tiger man pried open the door of his and little Logatus' room that he saw the assassin shrouded in some kind of power.
So, he took action.
As expected, the enemy fell at the feet of Turka Aracano. This confirmed that even after crossing the crystal wall, there were still not many mortals who could match him based on their physical combat power alone.
Turka lightly caught the glass bottle and dagger that fell from the assassin's hand, being careful not to make any noise. In the darkness, except for the moment he opened the door, there was almost no movement.
Even if someone heard it, they would probably just think it was some drunk man using the toilet.
Turka carefully placed the enemy's body on the ground - no man could withstand this blow. When the enemy lost his breath, the invisibility potion in his body suddenly lost its effectiveness, and a guy in black clothes suddenly appeared.
This is a tiger man.
Turka's golden vertical pupils penetrated the darkness and clearly saw the assassin's furry ears and protruding face. To be honest, he was a little surprised. Tamriel is indeed much more dangerous than Middle-earth. In the past hundred years in Middle-earth, he had never been assassinated. However, in the mainland of Tamriel, in just two months, he had seen what blood, primitiveness and audacity meant.
Turka looked at the medicine bottle and 'dagger' in his hand. He looked at the unfamiliar assassin again, thought about it, and put the glass bottle in his arms. He expected trouble, but not this soon.
Who is it?
Turka held the enemy's weapon and walked towards the back door of the inn as quietly as possible. There's another one there.
Ah, he was lucky that most of the buildings in Markas were made of stone, and the thick ground allowed him to walk without making any squeaking sounds - to be honest, he was not good at detection and assassination. The Firstborn were better than him at this. The elves of Middle-earth were able to move silently even if they wore armor. Legolas even achieved the miraculous feat of walking on snow without leaving a trace.
Nargis is a veteran of walking in the dark. He has performed many feats: including but not limited to kidnapping the daughter of a noble in Dugu City, stealing Lord Falkreath's beloved gem, and fighting and almost killing the gang of thieves from the Thieves Guild in Rift Valley City. The gatekeeper of Windhelm City and so on. But what excited him the most was when he foolishly went to the Mage Academy in Winterhold two years ago and attempted to murder a master of change.
No one knows how he survived that time. But afterwards, many people in the industry knew that not only was Nargis blind in one eye, but he also mastered a profound magic. He can greatly improve Nargis's defense in certain aspects, allowing him to unexpectedly achieve good results in certain tasks.
As a result, Nargis also got a nickname: One-eyed Nargis, or Iron Skin Nargis.
Maybe it's because I offended too many people.
Shortly after the assassination, Nargis disappeared into Tamriel. No one knows where he went. Many people believe that he was either dead or was found by the master of change in Winterhold and transformed into a stupid goat. But in any case, one-eyed Nargis became a legend in the world of killers.
Outside the door, the assassin with only one eye was huddled in the shadow of the corner, his ears pricked up high, not missing any suspicious movement. The air around him was cold and there was a hint of uneasiness. He always felt that something big was going to happen tonight. But the employer's orders are to kidnap the big man who caused chaos in the city in the morning and kill any witnesses who prevent the operation.
So, he has to wait here. Either support or escape, he must choose one.
But apparently, he and his companions underestimated the power of the dragonborn from another world. In other words, the master behind them underestimated Turka Aracano.
Suddenly, the assassin arched his body alertly, like a frightened big cat.
The next moment, the back door of the hotel was opened. The target bursts out of the darkness. He accurately met the eyes of the invisible assassin, as if the assassin was like a wooden pillar in the daytime. A pair of golden vertical pupils that were very similar to his companions were flashing with cold murderous intent.
As if to say, aha, kitty, you are here.
The hairs all over One-Eyed Nargis stood up. He almost turned around and ran away without even thinking.
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