"Another glass of mead!

"Hearty battles await the warriors to enjoy!"

"Sharpen your sword!

"The glory of Songard awaits before the Nords!"

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Hadava didn't know how much he had drunk or how many people he had poured out. The only thing he could confirm was that he was still able to walk in a straight line, at least in his opinion.

"Hey, get up, keep fighting!" he kicked Canon on the bench. The latter grunted in confusion, then rolled decisively under the table. So he set his sights on the friends Canon had brought with him, all of whom had become a herd of dead pigs.

"A bunch of scum. ”

Hadava shook his head and stood up on the table.

The Nord people's drinking feast is either drinking wine or eating meat. Either you pick up the lute and pull out a noisy tune like a house - the lute in the sky is very strong - or you clench your fists and fight with someone who looks good or not. Then there is the bruised nose and swollen face being carried away, or the bruised nose and swollen face receiving all kinds of unnutritious cheers.

It's a great idea!

He staggered along the folded steps, one moment overturning a crooked jar of wine, the other trampling a drunken and half-conscious strong man squeaking. Walking past a barbecue grill, he grabbed a jar of mustard and poured it on. By the time there was a miserable wail behind him, he was already trying to pour vinegar into the barrel.

Nord people, you can do anything when you drink too much. Hadawa's actions did not attract much attention. At least he's much better than the guys who stab people in the ass with tongs.

If it's in Sirodir, these guys will have to be dragged out and beaten!

But...... It's in Skyrim!

So even if Lilith ran away with some of Sirodiel's dead bastard little white face in the opening ten minutes, it wouldn't be a big deal. Well, it's nothing at all. It's just that he didn't dance, Hadava didn't care at all!

Yes, I don't care at all!

He slammed his fist into the table where a ring belonged. Pointing at someone's nose and yelling, "Imperials, dare you fight with the Nords!"

"Fight pain, fight pain, fight pain!" The surrounding drunkards also shouted loudly. Some guys have even started to prepare the venue. Shouting drove away a large crowd of people.

"This ...... Excellency. The man of Sirodil looked at the drunken man in front of him with a smile and a smile. "There doesn't seem to be any dispute between us that has to be resolved with our fists. ”

"Less nonsense!Hiccup~ I know you, you're the Joshua who guarded the first section of the wall. Now I'm going to challenge you, what, do you want to escape?Hiccup~" Hadava waved his hand rudely. Shouted.

And at this moment, a respectable warrior next to him, the leader of the ring, Skoyue, also spoke. He said to Joshua, "Hadavak was a centurion of the legion, a warrior of great martial arts. You may not be able to beat him. ”

Very well, this is the case. Even if Joshua really can't beat it, he'll have to bite the bullet. It's a matter of reputation, and if he were to do it now, he will probably be able to defend the corner of the first section of the wall tomorrow - the Nords will never give an important position to a coward.

So he shrugged his shoulders and took off his coat.

"A fist, or a sword?"

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Lilith turned her head, and just now, she seemed to hear a loud noise.

Forget it, it's not a big deal anyway. There is no need to waste your energy on it. She doesn't have that much time to do all that weird stuff.

The Dark Brotherhood gave her two tasks. The first is to kill Provantus Avinsi, while the other is to kill the traitor Parrot and retrieve her artifact, the Ebony Blade.

Although because of the changes in the situation. and the fact that Alice the Dragonborn did not die, making these two missions no longer mandatory. But duty is duty. What needs to be done has to be done.

The informant who brought her here and provided the information has disappeared without a trace. These Imperials will always only do the part of the work that they paid for. Asking for extra help is wishful thinking. However, it is precisely because of the greedy character of the people of the empire that Li Lisi will appear in this place at this point in time.

Provantus Avinsi will be there this evening to meet with the leader of the Brothers-in-Arms. And the place where Lilith is hiding now is one of the necessary routes he will pass through.

Lilith opened the small bag she was carrying. Assemble the special blowpipe parts one by one.

If she had been injured before, she could have forcibly killed Provantus and then easily slipped away. But now...... Minnie's wounds on her body still linger to this day.

Then, only those that need to be able to delay the seizure for a period of time can be used. Fortunately, there is a true alchemy master in the Brotherhood, and it is not difficult to make the corresponding potion.

The Assassin held his breath and waited patiently for the time to come.

'Poof-'

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"There are so many mosquitoes here. Provantus twisted his head in dissatisfaction, and a bamboo needle, not much thicker than a hair, fell to the ground in such an inadvertent movement.

Such a weak act aroused the dissatisfaction of the Nord strong man who led the way, and he said angrily: "Moon Vaska, there are no mosquitoes." Then he opened the door in front of him with a heavy bang.

"Go in, the harbingers are waiting for you. ”

The court steward then thanked the leader and walked straight in.

[It's so strong, even if it's bitten by a scorpion, I guess I can't feel it!]

He walked all the way through the wide porch, greeting everyone he met in a friendly manner. Finally, the court steward finally came to the deepest room. And he also saw the respected old man.

"Salute to you, calm head wolf, pioneer of the Brothers-in-Arms, wise elder Krako. Provantus bowed deeply to the old man, not daring to show the slightest disrespect, either on the surface or in his heart. Even if the old man is now lying on the hospital bed, pale and dying.

Those are just illusions caused by appearances. Although the elder was injured by Yan Zòng when he fought against the sublime dragon, it did not mean that there was still someone who dared to stand in front of him when he needed to swing his sword. And even the appearance of this serious injury is about to heal completely in the near future.

"There's just an old man here who is dying. Krako raised his hand, a smear of blood on his pale face. "Tell me, what does Your Excellency Lord need me to do with this old bone?"

As soon as he heard this, the governor of the palace knew that something was going to be bad. But after some consideration, he nevertheless uttered Barguf's request.

"Xueman needs your help. Dear Elders, If you are as wise as you, you must be able to see that the city's defenses are in trouble. The fighters are already tired. He said cautiously: "We need further support from our comrades-in-arms." ”

"Go talk to Scoryue. The old man said calmly.

"But ......"

"Go talk to Scoryue. Krako repeated. "It's not my business now. ”

Provantus wanted to try a little harder. But a strong arm had already held him down, and politely but resolutely sent him out of Krako's room.

"Please leave, the pioneers are tired today. The young warrior said in a deep voice. He let go of the palace steward, who was struggling like a chicken. The sturdy body stood in the way like a small mountain.

Provantus knew the man, and he was Franster. A rookie in the Circle of Comrades, he also participated in the Battle of the Acropolis, but his appearance on the walls seemed to be sorry for his reputation. But judging from the current state of affairs, Yiqiē seems to be a little hidden.

"Please, Xue Man is in danger!" said the palace steward anxiously.

Franster shook his head and replied: "In the Brothers-in-Arms, the Pioneer leads the Brothers-in-Arms in the direction of their travel. The Ring Boss is the role model for all warriors. ”

"Whether or not the comrade-in-arms group participated in the battle should have been decided by the pioneers after careful consideration. However, when the Storm Cloak attacked, the elder was temporarily unable to control due to the injuries caused by the previous defense against the dragon. So Lord Scott made a decision for the elder - which may be correct, but it seems to me to be quite reckless. Just like his irascible personality. ”

"But now that he has made his decision, the shield brothers of the comrade group will follow the order. In the same way, since the leader of the Scoryue had overstepped his authority to make a decision while the elders were recuperating. Then he should also be responsible for this matter to the end. ”

"So, this thing. You're looking for the wrong person. ”

Franster 'gifted' the Imperial to the door, and then closed the heavy door.

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[Damn! The comrades-in-arms actually had internal problems at this time!]

Provantus clenched his fists in exasperation, and he only felt a rush of anger down his neck and up his head, and his hands and feet were slightly cold and numb.

Even he didn't know he could be so angry. Even his heartbeat became rapid, and every time he breathed, it was as if a ball of fire was rushing straight to his brain.

"Whew~ Hold back. Don't make others suspicious. The court steward muttered to himself. He walked down several corridors in a row. By the time he saw the leader who had led him here again, he had the same gentle smile on his face as he had come.

I have to go to see Skoyue next. You have to convince him.

Provantus took a deep breath. He felt like he didn't see anything wrong with his appearance. That is, there seems to be a fire in his heart, which makes him feel a little uncomfortable.

This does not pose much of an obstacle.

As a result, he refused the support of his attendants and the construction of grooming. Walk straight in the direction of the banquet.

……

"Whoa. ”

The warrior of the comrade regiment who brought him over spat at it.

"The laughter is true or false. ”