My name is Akatosh,

I don't have a saint like you! Take the apples away!

—4E, 201, Moon of Fire, 4th, 10:43 —

"Cute little apple~ (hearts)"

In the sanctuary of the Dark Brotherhood near Phocles, in the public hall, Cicero was walking towards Barbet with a twisted waist, and if a strange man in a weird clown costume approached a little girl so close in the city, even if she didn't run away in fright, the guards would immediately come and intervene.

"If you dare to come within a meter of me, all the blood on your body will disappear directly." Barbett glared at Cicero, but the soft childlike voice was completely intimidating.

"Oh - (diamonds), what are you talking about~ (spades)" Cicero passed Barbett two meters away, and then turned back with a very surprised expression.

"Hmph, there's no one else in this direction, so it's useless for you to pretend to be stupid." The little girl grinned at Cicero, revealing a pair of small pointed tiger teeth.

"No, no, no~ just because you can't see it doesn't mean you don't ~ (hearts)" Cicero shook his finger at Barbett, then turned around and raised his hand to press the void in front of him: "Little apple, hello~ (spades)"

"Hey...... I thought I was invisible. A humanoid silhouette appeared where the clown was holding it, and the silhouette quickly began to fill in the contents, eventually transforming into a male wurmist in dark leather armor.

Judging by his emerald green skin, he can barely be called an "apple".

"Well, I don't feel cold-blooded." Babette tilted her head.

"Hehe, he's the newcomer who scared Astoride away? Looks like you're just a regular lunatic, it must be a regression in your stealth skills, Savella. As a slightly shrill female voice sounded, a woman dressed in a white coat appeared on the second floor of the public hall, but due to her condescending relationship, the hood did not cover her face at all, and it was clear that she had a typical dark elf face.

"Hmm...... Leaders, they have a task on their part. The lizardman known as Savera didn't seem to be good at words, and after half a sentence of explanation, he gave up.

"That's right~ I'm crazy~ (Cube) And the doctor's certificate~ (hearts)" The next moment, Cicero suddenly disappeared in place and appeared in front of the dark elf, unfolding a slightly yellowed piece of paper in front of her face: "Do you want to see it?" (Spades)"

"Go away!" A pair of Hidden Blades instantly popped out of the dark elf's hand, slashing several cold rays at the clown in front of him.

"Oh! Don't hurt it~ It's been with me for a long time~ (Block)" Cicero protected the piece of paper, dodged a few times in an exaggerated motion, and then "accidentally" fell off the second floor.

"Hey...... If he really was just an ordinary madman, how could he still be here? Savera sighed, sat down at the table, and began to pour herself cider wine.

"Thank you~ (hearts) Thank you~ (hearts)" Cicero landed on a somersault, and then bowed to the "audience" around him.

"Even if you are very strong, you must follow our rules." The Dark Elf seemed a little surprised that his attack had missed, and he froze for a moment before putting away his weapon and looking at the clown downstairs.

After Cicero finished saluting the "audience" downstairs, he suddenly turned his head and bowed to the dark elves, and then said, "Why so serious? ”

"Boom!" The next moment, an explosion occurred at the Dark Elf's feet, and although it wasn't very powerful, it blew her up - well, even darker.

"You guy! I'll kill you! The Dark Elf re-unleashed her Hidden Blade and was about to rush towards Cicero, who was grimacing at her.

"Stop, Gabrila," a steady but powerful hand pressed the Dark Elf's shoulder, while a deep male voice rang out, "You're no match for him." ”

"But—"

"You were frightened first and took the initiative to attack, and he just returned a fire rune, which is still within the scope of the 'precepts', but if you still want to attack now, he will have the right to kill you directly."

The owner of the voice was in shape, he looked to be over forty, with a typical Nord face, dark brown hair, emerald green eyes, and a mustache on his upper lip, and although his presence was strong, when he looked away, he found that he had few features to describe, and would disappear from the impression if he was not careful.

"Master Gallus." "Yo~ Xiao Jiajia, are you finally willing to come out?" Savera and Babette greeted the man, but the salutations were subtly different.

"Oh? Hey, hey, hey~ (square)" Cicero stared at the middle-aged man, letting out a low, weird grin.

"Hello, Mr. Cicero." The figure of the man known as Gallus vanished for a moment, and then appeared in front of Cicero as he had done not long ago, but kept a distance suitable for conversation, an act that lightened the strange smile that Cicero had been hanging on his face all along.

"I personally welcome you and the Night Mother," Gallus continued, "Your presence means a revival of tradition, and we don't have to continue to engage with employers who perform dark rituals through rumors. ”

"Oh~ You're such a friendly person~ Mother must like you very much~ (hearts)" Cicero's response was still very exaggerated.

"So, your actions are not at the behest of the Night Mother, but simply because you are personally dissatisfied with us." Gallus asserted.

"What? How dare you—" Gabrila's eyes widened.

"Mr. Cicero has arrived in Skyrim Province a long time ago, but he has inexplicably traveled around with the coffin of the Night Mother, and from the current information, he has been to at least two cities, Snow Man and Morning Star." Nazr poked his head out of the intelligence room on the second floor to supplement Gallus's words.

"Obviously, Mr. Cicero has come to the conclusion that 'these people don't pay attention to the Night Mother at all' after investigating the behavior of the Dark Brotherhood in Skyrim Province, and judging from the behavior of the actual leader of the Brotherhood after arriving at the Sanctuary last night, you deliberately didn't want us to ask about the oracle of the Night Mother," Gallus stroked his mustache and smiled at the corner of his mouth, "Let me guess, what is the reason?" ”

"Hey, hey, hey~ If you don't listen to your mother's teachings, you will be punished and served~ (square)" Cicero replied.

"The reason is that [Night Mother] will not change our attitude towards her before, and any inquiries will be answered truthfully and reliably, which can be seen from the fact that you are acting upside down, but she does not dislike telling you the black door code at all." The confidence on Gallus's face became more and more obvious: "Now, please tell me what the Night Mother thinks of me, the saint of the Night Mother, Mr. Cicero the 'listener'. ”

"Huh, huh? Do you really want to listen? (Cubes)" Cicero shook his head and looked at Gallus.

"Of course." The middle-aged man nodded without hesitation: "If my guess is correct, you will not allow yourself to distort the oracle of the Night Mother." ”

"Mother said~" Cicero grinned: "You are a [coward] [negative man] [the shame of the guild] [the natural enemy of women]. ”

"......" The members of the Dark Brotherhood present were all silent.

After a reasoned and well-founded analysis, everyone confirmed the authenticity of the Night Mother oracle, but did it turn out to be self-exposed?

Barbett cast a disdainful glance at Gallus, and Gabrila, who had just been rescued by him, quietly moved two steps away.

"Well, this ......" Gallus seemed intent on defending.

"Mother said yo~ (red heart)" Cicero looked like he was about to get back on the field: "[If you want to deny it, I will kill you]. ”

"......" Gallus sweated in his head, and he didn't dare to say a word.

"Hey...... I kind of understand why he's going crazy. Savis sighed as he drank the wine.

"Hey, hey~ (Red Heart)" Cicero turned to the lizardmen, waited for a moment and didn't seem to receive the oracle, and turned back again.

"I'll talk about it later, I won't deny it, the question now is—" Gallus tried to change the subject.

"Mother said~" Cicero glared at him: "[No change of subject!] Cicero, you are not allowed to fake the tiger! Oh...... The latter sentence is for me. ”

"Well, follow your oracle......" Gallus continued to wipe his sweat.

"[Open my coffin now]?" Cicero turned his head to look at the Iron Coffin of the Night Mother placed next to the underground pool: "Are you sure?" Oh okay okay, I'm not~ (hearts)"

So the members of the Brotherhood, who had nothing to say for various reasons, watched Cicero staggering over and opened the iron coffin of the Night Mother.

When they thought they would see the body of a shriveled old woman, what appeared in front of them was something like a giant white cocoon, and a young girl who was unconscious and collapsed forward.

"Oh? Mother, are you going to come down and teach that negative man a lesson? (Block)" Cicero tried to pick her up: "I-"

"Sylvia!?" Gallus appeared next to Cicero in almost the same way as just now, pushed him aside directly, and caught the girl himself: "No, no, she should be...... But how could it be ......"

"Mother said~ [Do you think the power of 'Nightingale' can be transferred at will? Cicero took a few steps back and began to work as a microphone, "[She couldn't bear the pain, and because she didn't want her mother to continue to worry, she performed a dark ritual to get the Brotherhood to kill herself. 】”

"Illya......" Gallus brushed the hair in front of the girl, looked at the familiar and unfamiliar face, and looked up at the giant cocoon in the iron coffin with a trembling voice: "Please save her......"

Mother said...... Belch...... Go without saying? Okay ~ (hearts)" Cicero shrugged and stepped aside.

Uh-huh-

The wind was blowing, but it was coming in the direction of the iron coffin, and Gallus watched in amazement as the "cocoon" gradually dispersed, and the "cloth belts" that he thought were shrouds began to bloom with a bright but not dazzling white light, as if self-conscious, and reached over to take the girl from Gallus's hands.

The "cloth belt" wound the girl loosely, and because they were scattered, everyone present saw the delicate appearance of the "Night Mother" and the blue body that was also wrapped around the cloth belt, not at all like some shriveled old lady.

Brush –

The girl who was wrapped in the cloth tape suddenly emitted a white light, and after everyone subconsciously closed their eyes and turned their heads, the flying "cloth belt" and "night mother" had disappeared, and the iron coffin had closed on its own.

The only difference was that the girl who had fallen into Gallus's arms had stopped gasping for pain, and her blonde hair, which had been only a little gray, had become completely white.

After a struggle, the girl slowly opened her blood-red eyes and looked at Gallus, who looked worried:

"Daddy?"