My name is Akatosh,

The time for the show has arrived, and there should be thunderous applause at this time~

—4E, 201, Moon of Fire, 25th, 20:36 -

Due to Alduin's halfway interception, Arthur's plan to "get back to Hosgar for dinner as soon as possible" was in vain, and due to the elimination of Will, Barbas's information about the original destination became obscure, and when he finally found the "Dark Crypt", it was already completely dark.

The crypt is one of the many strange burial customs in the sky, with a sacrificial fire in the center of it, surrounded by a dense collection of tombs and tombstones, which, as explained by the stone tablet next to it, will put all the dead to sleep and "come back to life" when the flames are rekindled.

With a bang, Arthur lit a campfire in the middle of the fire, and then there was a sound of "Caracalla" around him.

"That's a nice anti-theft measure." He said as he looked at the skeletons crawling out of the graves around him.

"Wang!" Barbas responded: "It's slow enough for the grave robbers to escape, but then they won't have time to search the tomb." ”

"So, you have to beat them all up." Arthur swung his sword in both hands, and the golden light flashed from time to time, and many skeletons were reduced to ashes.

"Wow!" The earth dog, who didn't have a chance to intervene, said: "When you're done, press your hand on the small pillar next to the campfire. ”

Bite! Click!

As Arthur did so, a spike popped out of the top of the pillar and tried to pierce his palm, only to crash into a piece of dragon scales and snap off.

The scene of the "......" was eerily silent for a moment, and the pillar retracted its spikes and began to descend slowly, as an erected iron coffin rose from the ground.

"This thing originally belonged to an old vampire lady who transferred it to Vir in a deal, and Vill used it to hold another lady." Barbas said, "Open it, Wang! ”

"Even if you say that, I don't know how to [open]—uh." In the middle of Arthur's words, he saw the iron coffin slowly open its lid, and a very classical dress, with a slightly wrinkled but still beautiful lady standing in front of her chest with her hands folded.

“…… Not? "Be careful."

The lady slowly opened her eyes, and then she stumbled and almost fell, and Arthur hurriedly stepped forward to help her.

"Yo, cute little boy~" After the lady stood firm, she looked around, and then looked at Arthur: "Tell Auntie, what era is it now?" ”

Little, little boy?

"Hmm...... Fourth Age, 201? Arthur replied woodenly.

"Really?" The lady straightened her hair: "My name is Maria Frey, do you know who the current director of the Bard Academy is?" Also, have you ever heard of the bard 'Mercer Frey'? ”

"Looks like it's called Viamo?" Arthur replied uncertainly: "As for Mercer Frey, he is not a bard, and he came to assassinate me not long ago, and he is ...... Not bad. ”

"Is that so? Hehe, judging from the fact that you can find this place, the kid really didn't find the wrong person," Lady Maria covered her mouth and chuckled, "Now, can you please take me to the nearest city?" I will pay you absolutely satisfied. ”

——21:07——

Sovard King had made the western watchtower a miniature town, with taverns, inns, workshops, barracks, and other functional buildings, and if it were not for the lack of means of producing food and housing the common people, it would have been included in the list of villages by Lord Balguf.

However, on special occasions, it can serve a better role than a normal village - such as hosting a convoy of nobles from the Rift.

It was, after all, nominally an enemy-occupied area, and if Lord Barguf had received him with formal courtesy, others would have said that he was inclined to the Storm Cloak, and if he was neglectful, he would be accused of leaning towards the Empire, so no one could say anything if he was thrown into a military stronghold and received ceremoniously under the condition of maintaining surveillance.

As for why the princess, who has been missing for many days, is with her titular in-laws...... Since there is no harm to Xueman, don't dig into it, otherwise you think your head is stronger than a dragon?

Now he needs to think about being smashed by this convoy, the contact battle between the Imperial Legion and the Storm Cloak on the border of Xueman, even if they have no intention of attacking, once the conflict escalates, Xueman will not be able to stand idly by.

In contrast, the matter of having a sharp-eyed eagle sneaking into contact with the princess is not so important.

"Add?" Even if others may not be able to tell the difference, the members of the Sharp-Eyed Eagle, who are the royal guards, will never mistake the protection target and the stand-in, and the tall, simple-looking Sharp-Eyed Eagle Scout asked suspiciously.

"Ahaha...... Hello, Mr. Justin Fulvo (instant·forever). Eddie, who was reading a book, waved at him a little awkwardly.

"What about Princess Emilia herself?" Fulvo looked around the living room of the "princess's" temporary residence, and found no trace of the presence of anyone else: "Does the news of the 'princess' refer to you this time?" ”

"No, no, no," Eddie knew that the informant would be punished if he passed on the wrong information, so he waved his hand again and again to clarify: "It was indeed the princess who made a move when there was a conflict on the eastern border, but she said that she found out that someone was planning to assassinate the emperor and decided to stay in Xueman for the time being, hahaha, how could it be, Your Majesty should still be in the capital province." ”

"Your Majesty has been assassinated," Furvo said, expressionless, before adding after the book in Eddie's hand clicked and fell, "...... But unharmed, Sharp-Eyed Eagle is tracking down the killer, and I'm here to help protect the princess. ”

"That...... I should ......" Eddie looked helpless.

"That's the way to perform," Fulvo nodded, "a princess who hasn't experienced much setback, panicked by the accident of her elders, but still has a lot of confidence in the guards, and is ready to go to her fiancé for comfort." ”

"It's not a show!" Add forced a blank look in his panic.

"Then, for the time being, I will be responsible for protecting you, 'Your Highness the Princess.'" Fuervo ignored the roll of his eyes.

——22:35——

"There's no doubt that we've gotten rid of tracking."

Near Phocles, Asride was watching the lakeside camp from afar, she had created the illusion that there were two people resting in the camp, and then led Ainburn to lurk quietly away from the camp, from late evening until late at night, with no sign of being detected at all.

"That's how it should be," Ainberjourn nodded, "According to uncertain information, the trackers have sent most of their men to Marcus City, thanks to Joan of Arc for leaving a lot of traces there." ”

"You have to be careful," Jeanne Darch said beside them, her usual disgusted face, "I said the tracker has been completely lured, even if you don't believe in yourself, believe me." ”

"You...... Don't you have any opinion on our assassination of the Emperor? Astrade looked at the black-armored girl in front of her, for this kind of obviously troublesome behavior, she not only invited foreign aid from the Mage Academy, but also followed all the way, not afraid of being regarded as an assassin's accomplice, this level of trust is very incredible for a newcomer who has just joined the fraternity for about a month.

"Opinions? Hmph, the only opinion is that you have failed," Joan of Arc gestured northward, "If I remember correctly, there was an emperor who was assassinated in the palace, and the 'Morrag Gang' who did this has gained fame for decades, and you have missed it even though the emperor has left him under great protection. ”

"I thought you should agree with Cicero and the Night Mother's theory of 'controlling life and death,' and the emperor clearly has no reason to die." Ainburnjourn chimed in.

"I couldn't agree more," Joan of Arc glanced at Astrid and Ironborne, "The Night Mother said you two couldn't die yet, so I'm here to save you." ”

She ...... No, He knew we were going to fail? Astrid instantly felt that his so-called "fighting for the right to speak with the Night Mother" was a joke, and he almost lost his life and his lover's life because of it, not mentioning it, if her husband died under the siege of the sharp-eyed eagle, even if he really killed the emperor, what was the point?

"I don't know exactly how the Night Mother made them happen," Joan of Arc paused, "but any action by the members of the Dark Brotherhood that is not under His direction will not succeed, and since the failure of some actions will obviously threaten the life of the executor, in this case a rescue mission will be issued." ”

"It's much easier to get a task from a listener than to find and approach it yourself, but ......," Astrade said with difficulty, "I just, I don't want to follow the instructions of a corpse,"

"So, wouldn't you feel better if Cicero hid the iron coffin and claimed to be the 'listener' of a demon god named 'Night Mother'?" Joan of Arc's eyes were slight, as if sarcastic, and then asked.

"This ......," Astrid was stunned for a moment, then pondered.

"It has always been difficult for human beings to be in awe of directly visible beings, and always try to transcend or even control them, and for the real mysteries, they will bow down in an instant," Joan of Arc raised her delicate chin, "And we're 'Sino scholars' who have long since gotten rid of this superficial reaction in the process of studying various mysterious events. ”

"So, you just want to study the Night Mother?" Ainburnyorn asked for his wife.

"If I want to gain power, money, or status, wouldn't it be better to go back to the 'Shawl Blonde'?" Joan of Arc lifted her forehead, and a strand of pale blonde hair ran across it.

"Well, thank you......" Astoad seemed to have figured something out, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly: "If I can go back safely, I will change my approach." ”

"......" Joan of Arc frowned, and suddenly said something inexplicable: "There is nothing to be afraid of." ”