—4E, 201, Last Seed, 20th, 10:00 a.m.

The silence of the early morning in the longhouse is generally broken by the sound of brawls, the newcomers who join the comrade group are not convinced by each other, or the veterans are fighting with each other, and they are not confident in their own strength and generally choose fists and feet, while those who can send and receive freely to ensure that they will not hurt their opponents will use weapons, and the sound of those fists and kicks or weapons hitting each other can make everyone unable to sleep.

"Get up, you little lazy worm, I'm going to clean the bed." And what woke Arthur up, in addition to those sounds, was also a broom that was knocked on his body.

This is an old lady wearing a dark yellow cloth dress, with snow-white hair and a wrinkled face, but her eyes are very bright.

"Oh, Aunt Tilma, it's not like you don't know how good Cisco Moon is," Arthur rubbed his head and got up, yawning, "No one told me that the trial could be over in one round." ”

Due to Arthur's head-on defeat of the powerful Cisco Moon, coupled with his own ability to communicate with others, he became familiar with most of his comrades in just one night, although Nicada still looked a little unconvinced of him.

"Hmph, that's why I woke you two up at the end," Tilma, although she can only do some chores in Yuehuasca now due to her age, she was also a member of the comrade-in-arms group when she was young, and she also has the title of "Wild Eagle", I don't know whether to praise her for her sharp eyes or her skill: "Even if Krako singles out forty orcs, he will have to get up obediently the next day, now, get out of this bed." ”

"Okay, okay." Arthur raised his hand in surrender, turned over and got out of bed to put on his iron armor, after all, it was more troublesome to load and unload the whole body armor, and if there was any emergency, it was probably completely too late to equip it, but he found a new set of steel armor on the armor rack where the iron armor was originally placed, and the fur padding and coverage were added compared to the shabby iron armor, and the appearance was also much more beautiful.

"The iron armor you wore was taken from the robbers, and I've had Erlindil melt that pile of rubbish," Tilma said as she made her bed, "and aren't you going to see that old thing from Barguf today?" Wear a little better, save and be underestimated. ”

Someone who is qualified to call the Lord of Snowman, the "Great Shore" Bargulf, an old thing, may not be able to make up the number of two in the whole of Snowman, Arthur smiled wryly as he began to put on his new steel armor.

——10:30——

I don't know if it was breakfast or lunch, Arthur walked out of the main entrance of the longhouse with Farkas after a brief meal in the hall of Moonwaska.

After chatting with his comrades, Arthur learned that the comrades-in-arms are quite well-known in the sky, and if ordinary civilians have any trouble or difficulties, if they can't ask the guards for help, they will generally ask the people of the comrades-in-arms to take action, from driving out wild beasts to quelling the fight, and even eliminating robbers, but the comrades-in-arms also have certain rules for accepting commissions, that is, there must be tangible evidence to prove that it will pose a threat, such as the previous giant, if it is not for the fact that it will steal yaks and may hurt the farmer, Requests for giant hunting will not be accepted.

Because of this, Arthur, who got up a little late, barely saw anyone else in the moon wascar, except for some members of the comrade group who still needed to be trained, only the two of them and Cisco Month, and everyone else had already gone out to carry out the commission.

"Pharkas, are you familiar with Lord Snowman? What attitude should I adopt when I go to see him? Arthur asked his comrade-in-arms.

"You're asking the right question," Farkas patted his chest, "Our three brothers, Wilcas and Wells inherited Sgrammer's offense and defense, and I inherited his wisdom. ”

Not...... Arthur looked at him suspiciously, Sgramer and the five hundred heroes already belong to the legendary story, but there is no story where Sgramer shows his wisdom, it has always been to lay the groundwork of some elves first, and then Sgramer let out a war cry and rushed up with the witch and beat them to pieces, although it sounds very relieving for the Nords who are dissatisfied with the elves, but this hero is completely portrayed as a reckless man, so his wisdom ......

"Lord Balguf's wife died young, leaving him with three children, and even if he had a maid to help, the lord must have been very troubled in taking care of them," said Farkas, "so we should show ourselves as adults who are steady and confident enough to be independent, and not as a hairy imp, so that we will get a good impression." ”

Sounds surprisingly plausible? Arthur looked at him in amazement.

"I think Wilcas is very reasonable." Farkas added.

Well, sure enough, Arthur shrugged: "So, you're also going to see the lord?" ”

"I'm going to hand over a sword to the lord's governor, and pass a word by the way." Farkas patted his shoulder, and behind him hung a two-handed sword with many cut-outs and graceful lines, more like an ornament than a weapon.

"Master Greymane's work? I can do this by the way. Arthur frowned at the flashy two-handed sword.

"It's a commission, it seems to have been initiated by a blacksmith shop in the Plains, and the client said she 'didn't want to go to the Sky Palace so as not to see people you hate,'" Farkas thought as he touched the short whisker on his chin.

Nuisance? At this time, the two of them had already passed through half of the winding area and were walking towards the uphill section leading to the Longxiao Palace in the Genting District.

"Do you go to Genting a lot?" At this time, a man dressed in luxurious clothes, wearing a beautiful plush hat, and thin eyebrows and eyes looked very conceited, walking down the stone steps leading to Longxiao Palace, asking Arthur and Farkas questions in a slightly sharp voice, and without waiting for them to answer, he asked himself: "Oh, what am I talking about, you will not go often." ”

"Nasty people?" "Nasty people." Arthur and Farkas looked at each other and agreed, while the feel-good guy walked past them.

"Hah!" “FUS！” The two of them suddenly shouted behind the man at the same time, and the sound was so loud that it produced a wave of anger, and the man in the fancy clothes who was frightened by this shout immediately held his head and ran: "No! I give up! ”

"Citizen, you have frightened the nobleman Naqim by shouting in a public place, and you have been fined 5 gold coins." The Snow Man Guard, who had been watching the bustle near the stone steps, walked over and said to Arthur.

"What? Isn't it 40? Farkas, who had already begun to turn over his pocket, looked up in a daze.

"That's because all you're making is noise, Mr. Farkas, if Mr. Nachem turns around and complains directly, we must deal with it impartially," the guard's gaze was obscured by the helmet, but Arthur could feel his admiration for himself, "And this gentleman has issued the traditional battle cry of the Nords, and Mr. Nachim will be terrified for at least half a day, so only the minimum punishment for the use of force in the city will be carried out." ”

"Hehe, thank you," Arthur stopped Farkas from taking out the money, and took out 5 gold coins and handed them to the guards: "We are going to meet the lord, I wonder if the lord has started to work?" ”

"Let's go up," the guard moved out of the way, "Lord Lord, I think I've just arrived at the Council Hall." ”

——11:00——

An extremely tall three-storey building dominates the entire Genting district, and is said to have been named Dragons Reach after the ancient hero Olaf One-Eyed imprisoned his nemesis, the dragon Angry Minax.

The place where it was supposed to bind the dragon had been converted into a barracks, and the rest of it had been converted into a lord's quarters, a mage's tower to prison the court mages, and a council hall to receive nobles and courtiers, but even the entire building was so empty that Arthur and Pharkas could even hear the echoes of the lord's and his steward's arguments as they walked through the gates.

"Due to the matter in Helgen, the Imperial Legion and the Stormcloak are at loggerheads, and we must strengthen the defenses of the perimeter watchtowers, and if either side takes advantage of it, your neutrality policy will be completely ruined." Richly dressed and bald, he didn't look at all like the court governor of the Nords.

"Concentrate the guards on the military side? What are you going to do with the towns, villages, and farms? "Lord Barguf the Great looks like a typical Nord, with a very resolute and unruly appearance, his hair and beard all bright gold, a bright yellow fur robe similar to that of a guard, and a sapphire headband on his forehead.

He sat on a tall chair against a wall, and on the wall hung a specimen of a dragon's skull, perhaps the head of the ancient dragon Angry Minax, and a source of confidence for the villagers of Brookwood to report to their lord when the dragon appeared.

"Maybe it can be handed over to the comrades-in-arms?" The steward looked in the direction of the door: "Recently, they have almost taken over the role of the original guards. ”

"They'll only strike after the damage has been done, and the Snow Man Guards have to stop that loss." The lord looked at Arthur and Pharkas, "Come closer and talk." ”

Arthur followed Farkas in the direction of the lord, observing his surroundings attentively.

Longxiao Palace also has a huge fire pit, and on both sides of the fire pond are neat tables and chairs, maybe it is not the time to discuss politics, I didn't see too many nobles and courtiers, only a tall Nord man with a powerful force, carrying a giant axe, who looked like he should be the lord's guard, poured himself there, and beside the lord and the chief steward, there was also a dark-skinned female dark elf, she looked very slender, but her eyes were very sharp, and the double sword she wore at her waist also proved that she was by no means an opponent to be taken lightly.

"Mr. Provantes Avensi, this is a two-handed sword made by your daughter," Farkas said to the lord in chief, "She said that the lord of this flashy weapon probably won't like it, and you better keep it for yourself." ”

Hey, what about the maturity and stability that you say? Arthur squinted at Farkass, that wasn't something he could say publicly.

"This ......," said Arvinsi, who took his two-handed sword, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"Hehe, Ali Dean knows a lot, I really don't like this kind of thing." Lord Barguf smiled.

"If you don't mind, I've got other things to do." The steward twitched the corners of his mouth, glared at the confused Farkas again, and turned to leave the chamber.

"So, this warrior, your name is Arthur, right, this armor looks really spiritual, can you tell me more about what happened to Helgen?" Lord Barguf put away the relaxed posture he had been talking to the Steward, sat upright, and asked Arthur.

"Yes, at the time, I was locked up in the same wagon as Ulfric Stormcloak—" Arthur thought for a moment and began to elaborate on what had happened in Helgen.