My name is Akatosh,

The iron mouth cut off Cicero......

—4E, 201, Moon of Fire, 16th, 20:28 -

"What's the best music in life? "It's silence, my brother. ”

The black door of the sanctuary opened, and Gallus and Illya entered, the two of them had been strangers when they left not long ago, but now they seemed to have a little bit of a father and daughter.

Nazr put down his mission notes, glanced at the stupid dad who was visibly becoming more and more stupid, and quickly turned his gaze to the people behind him—Jeanne Darke, who always had a disgusted face, and Cicero, the clown, who seemed to laugh at any time.

"Hey, hey~ (hearts)" Cicero saw several people sitting around the table in the hall, and laughed strangely as expected: "Could it be that you specially greeted me?" How embarrassing this is~ (hearts)"

Before someone could taunt him, Cicero suddenly changed his face: "Is it because of a weak heart?" I didn't take good care of my mother's coffin during the time I was away! (Spades)"

What is there to take care of the kind of coffin that will automatically dust and wash with water......

"We're talking about what's happened lately," Nazr decided to skip the topic: "There are a few things that should be relevant to you, and you can listen to them if you're not in a hurry to rest." ”

"Well, no, Illya isn't used to the long journey and needs to rest." Gallus spoke for his daughter, and Illya, though a little surprised, had no objection.

"Hehe~ (hearts)" Cicero unceremoniously walked to the table and sat down: "Let me guess, did all the tasks you took according to the 'tradition' fail?" (Block)"

"You know something!" Babette slammed the table, but her little girl's appearance and voice were really intimidating.

"Huh? What do you say~ (spades)" The clown did not answer positively, his eyes searched, grabbed a green apple and nibbled on it.

"You-" "If you are brought into his rhythm, this intelligence meeting will not have to be held. ”

Jeanne Darke's cold voice temporarily extinguished the anger of the Brotherhood members, and Nazr noticed that she had found a seat at the conference table: "I suggest you go as planned. ”

"Well, I'll continue," Barbett glanced sideways at Cicero, "as a four-hundred-ninety-five-year-old vampire - though this mere accumulation of time is nothing to be proud of—it is almost impossible for me to be affected by any spells that interfere with my mind, even those that are deliberately aimed at vampires are of limited use to me, but I was dragged into a nightmare in the middle of my mission. ”

The little vampire frowned slightly, as if just recalling the contents of the "nightmare" caused her a little unhappiness, and after a pause, she continued: "After I finally got out of that nightmare, I found that the client and the target had reconciled and voluntarily revoked the dark ritual commission, although the reward would not be returned, but this inexplicable failure made me very anxious. ”

"You're pretty good, and it's just the client giving up the task, so what do I say?" Gabrila, the dark elf, looked gloomy: "There is an Anja mill near Windhelm City, the miller owner was framed and turned into a vagabond, and the little nobles who seized the ownership of the mill wanted to cut down the grass and eradicate the roots, so they held a dark ceremony, but not long after I approached him, he was captured by the 'blonde with a shawl', and is currently locked up in the mine as a coolie, and the reward he promised is now back to the original owner, that is, the assassination target, what should I do?" ”

"Hey, you're not a problem, anyway, it's the mission itself, right?" Argonian Savis heaved: "My mission target is a Nord scavenger, in a shipwrecked and sunken cargo ship to pick up a certain family token, that thing itself is not valuable, but the person who loses it will be in great trouble, the scavenger caught this lion big mouth, and he himself is very good at fighting, the owner's guard is not an opponent at all, and finally the owner decided to hold a dark ritual to ask for his assassination." ”

"And then?" Gabriela asked cooperatively.

"Gollum - ha!" Savis poured a glass of Nord honey wine: "When I arrived, he had already been taken away by a group of masked and robed men, along with his belongings, and was supposedly going to Morrowind by boat...... How is this calculated? ”

"Well, in terms of the physiology of the Wurmians, going there is simply looking for death." Nazr wrote two notes on the mission record: "Let's count it 'failure due to force majeure'. ”

"And that side is the territory of the 'Morag Gang', and fishing across the border will inevitably cause a full-scale war." Barbett added.

"Festus went to track down the Priest of the Holy Moth, and Astrid and Ainberjourn have not yet returned for guidance from the 'soothsayer,' but as expected, any 'traditional assassinations' they carry out will inexplicably fail," Nazr stopped and turned to Cicero, "Does the [Night Mother] have any explanation for this?" ”

In Nairn, there are absolutely no strange events for no reason, they must involve the demon god or the Holy Spirit behind them, sometimes according to the nature of the event, you can determine which demon god is behind it, and knowing how to "stop in moderation" in these events is also an important principle to save life.

"Hey, hey, hey~ no hurry~ (spades)" Cicero didn't answer positively: "You said, 'There's something big about us', but these things don't sound big, and they don't matter~ (hearts)." ”

"Okay, so how much do you know about the incident of Marcas City's [Di Bella] Killing Namira'? Also, Twilight Shattered Shield's assassination commission failed, right? Nazr looked up at the room where Gallus had taken his daughter to rest.

"Hey, hey, hey~ Is it interesting to ask knowingly? (Block)" Cicero stared at the task book in Nazre's hand: "The 'mission list' we got before we went to Marcas is full of Namira's followers~ (hearts)"

"And what about ...... '[Malaces] has fallen inexplicably, and all the orc fortresses have fallen into chaos?" Nazr turned a new page: "The first one to have problems was the one you were going to. ”

"The saint of the demon god wanted to use the demon artifact 'Warren's Hammer' to attack Illya, triggering the 'Nightingale's Power' to fight back, and then I pushed it, and Maracais was crushed to death by his own hammer." Jeanne Dach interjected.

"Hahaha! (Spades)" Cicero laughed.

"Don't laugh!" Jeanne Dalc shouted.

"In addition, there was a fierce battle at the Somo embassy near Dugu City," Nazr reluctantly accepted this reason, and turned another page: "The Imperial side explained: 'The Somo embassy dug through a snow troll's lair during the construction of an underground warehouse, and many snow trolls rushed out and attacked the embassy that was holding a drinking party at the time, and under the command of Ambassador Alan Wen Yingge, the snow trolls were completely wiped out without causing any casualties. Do you believe it? ”

Brotherhood members use a variety of body language to express "disbelief."

"Except for 'a drinking party is being held,' there is probably not a single word that is true." Babette said with a contempt that did not match her appearance and age, "Oh, nobleman. ”

"Heh, girl~ (diamond)" Cicero actually replied in the same tone: "I guess 'no casualties' is also true~ (spades)"

“…… How so? Nazr's fingers twitched, and he looked up at the Joker.

"It's obvious~ (hearts)" Cicero changed back to his original weird attitude: "You said 'related to us', but we haven't been to Dugu City at all, so 'related' is only the nature of the matter itself, isn't it~ (hearts)"

"Hmm......" Nazr flipped through the intelligence records: "The news from the intelligence agent is that a prisoner secretly held by Ambassador Somo escaped at that time, and wanted to destroy her treasure house when he left, but accidentally opened the door of annihilation, releasing more than thirty demon kings, because it was Princess Emilia's engagement reception held in the embassy at that time, and the participants were basically highly skilled, or with high-skilled guards, so they successfully resisted those demon kings, and then those demons killed each other for unknown reasons, Eventually, it was wiped out by the guards, and after this battle, the embassy was completely in ruins. ”

"So, what do you think has to do with us?" It was Jeanne Darch who asked the question, and she had never had an expression other than "disgust", but at this time she showed a slight curiosity.

"As for the reason why those demons would kill each other...... I had a bold idea. Nazr hesitated.

"Put away your thoughts and let me tell you the 'truth'~ (hearts)" Cicero interrupted him.

"The contracts in Marcas City, all of them have a client, but each of them secretly holds the ceremony alone, and destroys the traces of the ceremony immediately after completion, it is impossible for you to know it by your original means, which proves that the mother can see any corner of the world~ (plum blossoms)"

"Perhaps this fact can only make you admit that your mother has an advantage in intelligence gathering, but she immediately used the means of defeating the demon god Malaces to announce to you that she has far more power than the average demon god~ (block)"

"However, the Dark Brotherhood itself is not afraid of the Demon God, and even the saints and chief priests of the Demon God and the Holy Spirit dare to assassinate, so Mother uses the matter of 'controlling the Demon Lord under the other Demon Gods to kill each other' to tell you that her level is higher than that of the Sixteen Demon Gods~ (hearts)"

"Finally~" Cicero showed a twisted smile, "Do you think that the fact that the Night Mother is the wife of the Void Lord [Cittius]' is just the Brotherhood's own boasting?" (hearts)"

The Brotherhood members were dumbfounded, all staring at Cicero as if he were a monster they had never seen before.

"So, what is [Mother's] purpose?" Nazr felt his throat very dry and subconsciously changed his name.

"It's very simple~ (hearts)" Cicero waved his hand and swiped around: "All life and death in this world belong to the mother~ Akai is just her little brother, if you don't accept the contract according to her oracle, you don't want to kill anyone again~ (Spades)"

Smack, Jeanne Darke clutched his forehead, but Nazr himself was too shocked to pay attention.

"Oh~Mother~Please command~ (square)" Cicero suddenly made a gesture of listening, and then slapped the table: "Mother said, [You know too much]! (Spades)"

It's "you" who know too much!