My name is Akatosh,

I'm here...... Hey, hey? Hello？ Moximoxi?

—4E, 201, Frost Moon, 5th, 21:48

Pseudo-Songgard, a glimmer of heavenly forest.

"The so-called forest rangers are generally experienced hunters and live in the depths of the forest that ordinary hunters do not usually approach, and their main duties are to extinguish wildfires and hunt overbreeding predators, although I have heard that there are still tasks to replant saplings in some southern provinces, but the logging industry in Skyrim Province has not yet developed to the extent that it is necessary to do so."

Walking in the woods with visibility of only about 10 meters can be inexplicably depressing, so Arthur began to explain the duties of a forest ranger.

“…… The rangers themselves do not consume so much prey, and some daring wild traders will often find ranger huts to buy prey from them, and sell them all kinds of hunting equipment, back and forth, even some rangers who are not good at bargaining have a profit, plus the subsidies they receive from the lords in various places, so many old hunters will choose to accept this relatively easy work - the only problem is that there is hardly anyone to communicate with in normal times. ”

If you think about it, it seems that his adoptive father was taken away by "Helsin" when he was a child, but that demon god has been destroyed by [Akatosh], in other words, he is very likely to be in Songgard...... No, if it's the weird Songgard now, it's better for him not to be there.

"If we can't consume the prey, can we buy it?" Apparently Sophie only heard what she wanted to hear.

"I'm talking about ordinary rangers, if they still exist in this strange place, it's not clear if they can get prey, think about the animals that have turned to ashes?" Arthur explained, and then saw the girl's eyebrows droop directly.

Along the way, except for those animals that have taken the initiative to attack and have been killed, the other "ash creatures" have only observed from a distance and have never approached, even if they launch a surprise attack to kill one or two, they will also turn into ashes in an instant.

"Wow! We're here! The path turned a corner, revealing a stream and a wooden house built on the water.

"It's a bit overdone." Lydia looked at the hut, "As far as the ranger's residence is concerned. ”

"Indeed." Arthur agreed.

The wooden house is about the same height as the Yuewaska longhouse, and even the length is almost the same, but it looks like a long strip of longhouse has been forced into a "C" shape, and the current path leads to its "entrance" after crossing the wooden bridge over the creek.

"There's a powerful magical reaction in there," Zela Pesh said, pulling out her staff, "I don't feel hostile or threatened, but it's almost as big as the Holy Spirit and the Demon God." ”

Barbas tilted his head to look at her.

“…… Although I have not seen the Holy Spirit. She explained in one more step.

Yes, I often see demon gods, Arthur tried to keep a straight face so as not to laugh out loud.

"Anyway, I'll go to the front first." Noticing that the atmosphere was delicate, Zela waved her hand to put on a layer of armor and ran across the wooden bridge over the creek.

——22:09——

Leather racks, workbenches, a small field of alfalfa, a barn with a ferocious ash ox, a flaming furnace and a small blacksmith's shop, form a self-sufficient courtyard in the middle of the C-shape.

The cow had seen Zela moo twice, but when Sophie came over to stare at it, she instantly hid in the corner of the barn and didn't move.

"Daddy—" "Can't eat it." Before Sophie could finish speaking, Arthur said no, although he didn't know how the owner of the place domesticated the ash creatures, but he was not wrong to think of them as undead creatures such as ghouls and skeletons until he fully understood their cause.

"The path has only recently been walked, but it was cut off when it reached here," Lydia observed her surroundings closely, "There is no sign of human activity in this wooden house or in the courtyard. ”

"I also feel a little strange here...... But ......" Zela frowned slightly, with a strange expression that seemed to have forgotten something, but had forgotten "what to forget" itself.

"Wow! Look what I've found—" As everyone cautiously observed the environment, Barbas, who had slipped into the longhouse, ran out with a long sword in his mouth, thanks to the fact that he could speak fluently with something in his mouth.

"Same as the magic reaction I perceived, but ......" Zela looked at the sword, revealing a subtle expression of "familiar but I just can't remember" again.

This is a one-handed long sword with a red body, the material is unknown, the special thing is that its sword body is in a strange spiral shape, according to Arthur's actual combat experience, this weapon can only be used for stabbing, the wound of the spiral will be difficult to deal with, and the power of the slash or slash will be greatly reduced due to the shape of the spiral, and it itself is therefore more likely to crack.

"Do you have to recast it?" Arthur, who had learned how to forge with Erindil, looked at the furnace in the corner of the courtyard.

“…… No. "Amir appeared beside Babas, a sword that snatched the dog's mouth - it's not an ordinary dog, so it's nice to have no saliva.

Her Royal Highness swept the spiral sword, then backhanded it into a small pile of ashes in the middle of the courtyard.

The flames burst into flames.

The small pile of ashes that seemed to have completely burned out instantly rekindled after touching the spiral sword, and an inexplicable wave of magic spread out in all directions, completely dispelling the fog that shrouded the wooden house, so that everyone could clearly see the original appearance of this place.

If there was any difference, the cow in the barn had become an ordinary yak that could be found everywhere in Skyrim Province, and although it was still quite ferocious, if Sophie wanted to eat it now, Arthur would probably not stop it.

In addition, after this strange bonfire was lit, there was an extra lady in the courtyard out of thin air.

She was not tall, wearing a wide black robe similar to that of a mage and a priest, as if to hide something, a long cloak and a thick shawl, the color was also pure black, the long hair that hung down to her waist was a slightly pale pale gold, and her face wore a silver mask that completely covered the upper half of her face, and even her eyes were not exposed, only from the exposed chin and lips, she should be a beauty.

"[Finally calm down, and realize that you are dead," she opened her hands to Arthur and the others, "Welcome to Songard, the afterlife, and I am your guide, the god of order, Jyggalag." 】”

——22:57——

Pseudo-Songgard, Jagerag's hut.

"Listen, Lord Jagerag, we are not dead, we don't know how to absorb souls, and we can't see what you call Valhalla, please give us some guidance that is suitable for us 'living'."

"[O ghost, please go to Valhalla and meet King Sgrammer, or your soul will eventually be consumed by this land. 】”

"At least tell us how to get to Valhalla, it's foggy outside."

"[Absorb the scattered souls to strengthen yourself, otherwise your slender and fragile souls will not be able to meet the king]"

"Believe it or not, Sgramer has a good relationship with us, and he will never embarrass us."

"[In the process of collecting souls, you will definitely encounter the 'four things', please be careful, otherwise you will become a part of them. 】”

"What are the four? Please give us more guidance. ”

"[Spirit, please go to Valhalla-]"

Arthur retreated, and walked to the barn to pick up Sophie, who was staring at the yak.

During this time, although he has not been in contact with the Holy Spirit or the Demon God and similar existences, they are all glimpsed, they each have their own things to do, even if they occasionally stay for Arthur for a while, it is only to complete some work related to him, "always be concerned by the Demon God or the Holy Spirit" This kind of treatment is probably only the one that makes him feel very affectionate.

The lady who appeared in front of everyone, claiming to be Jagerag, was probably indeed the god of order and could communicate, but the problem was that there didn't seem to be the will of the Holy Spirit coming down from her, and when talking to her, there were always a few back and forth, and only after occasionally mentioning a key word that was not clear what it was, she would say anything else.

It seems that [Jagerag] has created countless such images, and as long as the so-called "ghosts" succeed in lighting a "bonfire", they will appear in front of them, and it is because of this that the way of speaking is so blunt and routine, that is, unless the will of the Holy Spirit pays attention to this, a group of ghosts who "speak upside down and do not admit that they are dead" are not worthy of attention.

Although this incarnation of the Holy Spirit was not of much use, her appearance brought a benefit: as long as she stayed in this wooden house, she would not be attacked by animals hiding in the thick fog.

"Arthur, you can find a room to live in and give Sophie to us." After entering the C-shaped cabin, Zela picked up the little girl directly from him.

"Need a break? I feel quite energetic. Arthur looked at the sky in amazement, but could only see the fog and the scars in the sky.

[4E, 201, Frostfall Moon, 5th, 23:10] Zela typed out a row of numbers in the air: "There doesn't seem to be a change of day and night here, but we have to maintain a normal routine, I forget why, but just do it." ”

Zela seems to have become a little strange since she entered "Songard", and now she is even more arrogant to say that she has forgotten something...... Could it be true that as "Jagerag" said, he will gradually lose his memory here? No, she made it clear that only the dead and the geists do.

"If you have a lot of energy, don't run around," Zela said as she walked into a room with Sophie in her arms, "It's okay to step on a magic trap, but it's not fun to get a few dagger strokes." ”

No, there's definitely something wrong with that, Arthur stared at the closed door, she had always treated herself like an adult coaxing a child, which was understandable given the longevity of an elf, but it was the first time she had made such a joke.

However, she can do so, but if she dares to cooperate...... Arthur inexplicably felt that he was going to die a miserable death.