—4E, 201, Last Seed, 29th, 20:00 —

Wintercastle, Mage Academy.

After a few days of study, and exposure to the Eye of Magnus, the first batch of students to enroll in the school had improved their level of magic, and they could barely get rid of their apprenticeship status and be called magicians, and if necessary, they could even teach other apprentices in certain departments that they were good at.

It's just that because there are too few students and too many mentors, the Nephilida siblings, Helji and her mother Raylet, these new apprentices are not their turn to teach, rather, counting these new apprentices, the number of mentors is just the same.

As for the former Lady Larina of the Crown Guardian, she is far past the age of learning magic, and since cooking and cleaning are done with the help of magic, she makes rounds of the academy every day in her spare time, correcting the bad habits of certain apprentices and even mentors from time to time, like a vice-dean, and the chief mage and head of the academy, Savos Aran is happy to see this.

Accused of favoring bread and cheese and not vegetables, Tovdir hid after dinner in the Temple of the Elements, where no one would come when classes were not being held.

"Ah, I think it's time to change the name of Lady Laryna to Mother, are you right, 'Father'?" Zela Pesh pushed the door open and laughed.

"It's 'adoptive father,'" Tovdil corrected habitually, looking up at his adoptive daughter, "why do you still maintain this appearance?" Ancano is no longer there. ”

"It's like he's dead," Zela tugged at her blonde hair that she had changed with her illusion, "You know, he's not the only envoy of the Somopa, and the elves have a very long lifespan, what if they are recognized one day?" ”

Despite that, Zela snorted away the illusion, revealing her original image of an elven girl with black hair, black eyes and sharp ears.

Yes, elves have a particularly long lifespan...... Tovdil was a little distracted, and the anxious face asked in a soft and lovely voice if the collapse had happened, and if anyone had been injured, the little girl had just grown into a girl after so many years, and she was already a dying old man, and she didn't know how long she could take care of her—maybe she didn't need her own care at all?

"I heard you learned some kind of teleportation spell from the Saidi Order? Led the apprentices around the ruins and invited an ancient vampire to settle in Sattar? Putting aside her irrelevant thoughts, Tovdill began to ask the questions she had prepared for the private meeting.

It doesn't matter what the ruins are, I believe her strength can handle it well, but the vampire nobles are very troublesome, it is said that it is still an ancient existence that participated in the siege of the Hall of the Vigilant and survived, and the most dangerous is the teleportation spell, if you are not careful and strayed into the annihilation realm of a certain demon god, it will be difficult to come up with it.

"Hmm...... Do you know the battle between the Imperial Legion and the Storm Cloak? Zela spoke, but it seemed to be something unrelated.

"It's just a power struggle that has existed for thousands of years, and it's nothing special." Tovdil replied: "Since Taber Septin has been elevated to the status of Holy Spirit Talos, then of course he will not fall off the altar because mortals no longer worship or do not have gods and altars, just like the dragon god of time, Akatosh, although there are not many people who worship because he has no specific priesthood, but he is still the supreme god of course. ”

"Ahh Zela sneezed, rubbed her nose and replied, "You're right, but that's not what I'm trying to say - although the Nords generally don't like magic and don't want to learn it, they can't deny the power and influence of magic, and in order to prevent us from suddenly taking sides in the final battle, they will definitely interfere in all kinds of overt and covert, and all the things I did before were to deal with them." ”

"Hmm......" Tovdil mused.

Due to the impact of the Great Collapse, the Mage Academy has become a suspended island, no matter which party wants to influence the Mage Academy, they can only give up the road of interfering by force, if it is through the material restrictions of the remaining Winter Castle, it can be solved through that teleportation spell, if it is to lure the members of the Academy, no matter what it is, it cannot compare to the strength increase that Zela brings them, and finally, if they are desperate to send a few strong people to raid, then that ancient vampire is the weight that makes them dare not move.

Unconsciously, has the little girl who always likes to mess around grow to the point where she has no last resort? Maybe I'm really old.

"So, what's next for you?" Tovdil spoke again, his tone shifting from question to discussion.

"Maybe I'll run around and find someone who doesn't have a bias towards the Empire or the Storm Cloak, and has the qualifications, to come back as apprentices." The elven girl blinked.

"Well, it's to expand the strength, so that either side will have to think more before attacking our ideas......" Tovdil nodded, and suddenly saw Zela's pointed ears shake suddenly, and his face changed slightly: "What? ”

"No, nothing...... Something went wrong......" Zela's voice became indistinct, and her appearance quickly changed from black hair and black eyes to blonde hair and blue eyes, and she even conjured up a strange but heroic black dress - it seemed to be made of ebony?

"Forced teleportation?" As a master magician, Tovdil almost immediately recognized what was happening to his adopted daughter, and frowned and tried to counteract, but all the magic power output was like a stone sinking into the sea: "Where did you leave a summoning medium?!" ”

"Don't worry, it's not very far," the elf girl seemed to understand something, and her tone became relaxed: "I'll come back after I'm done with the affairs over there, and you can take good care of Lady Larina until then." ”

"I don't need you to remind you." Before Tovdil could finish speaking, Zela Pesh disappeared in front of him.

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"[Close, close, close, close—]" A little boy muttered to himself in a somewhat deserted mansion near the Grey Zone.

Aventus Aretino is nine years old and the youngest son of the Aretino family in Windhelm.

His father, a Stormcloak commander, was killed in a conflict with the Imperial Legion years ago, and his mother, grief-stricken, reluctantly raised him, eventually dying last year when he ran out of gas.

Thankfully, she was helped by a new organization, the Gold Fall, whose members were all beautiful blonde sisters and sisters, and Aventus was glad that her mother also had beautiful blonde hair.

It is said that Lord Uffric was planning to ban this women's organization with members of different classes, but eventually gave up due to the fact that blonde hair and blue eyes were a common characteristic of the Nords

Although they provided a place for Aventus' mother to be treated and recuperated out of sympathy or something, they had a great difficulty with how to accommodate Aventus, since they each had families, some of them were unmarried girls, and could not take care of a half-grown boy, and finally decided to give him to the side branch of the Eretino family to raise.

However, Aventus was not a little ghost who didn't know anything and only knew how to cry when he was in trouble, and he had seen the faces of the so-called side relatives when his mother was pulling him hard to grow up, and they wished that his mother would die early, and then they could rightfully take possession of this property of Eretino, and before his mother was rescued, he thought that Aventus could not understand and even discussed in front of him how to divide the property owned by the family.

So, when the blonde sisters consulted with him, they unexpectedly offered to go to the orphanage in Rift Valley City to stay temporarily until their mother recovered and then come back, after all, if his mother wants to be completely cured, there is no one or two years who can't do it, and he can't trouble this simple mutual aid organization when he encounters trouble, I heard that Rift City is controlled by a family called "Black Thorn", and that orphanage was built by them to gain a good reputation, so even if those side branches of Eritino want to do something, they can't reach out.

Their interlocutor, Frigga Shattershield, finally agreed to the plan after thinking about it, and although Yoti Kuhai disagreed, he did not object, and as for the other sisters, after promising to take good care of his mother and let him write often, they began to stuff him with various children's toys and books.

"I am the destroyer of all good deeds, and I am the one who accomplishes all evil deeds—"

Aventus paused for a moment and glanced at the book next to the magic circle, along with the strange spells in his mouth, all of which were necessary steps to "summon the Dark Brotherhood".

He didn't plan to take this kind of tactic originally, but those so-called relatives were too much, and a murderous old lady named Gui Luo could be stuffed under the nose of the Black Thorn family, and the original person in charge, Aunt Mitchell, was squeezed to be his deputy.

If he just planned to treat him harshly, Aventus naturally had a way to pay back, but unexpectedly, Guiluo actually wrote to his mother in the name of the orphanage, saying that he had died unexpectedly, and his mother's illness had been healed by more than half of the time, and he was completely abandoned in anger and grief.

Although Guiluo is only a minor character, her death will definitely expose those who secretly plan their mother and son, and then they will find the culprit, and the assassins of the Dark Brotherhood will definitely make them understand that Aventus Eritino is not a soft persimmon to be bullied.

The only problem was that the Dark Brotherhood was said to charge a lot of money, and Aventus wasn't quite sure how many times he could direct his possession of the property he could direct them, and in what form would he come into contact with him? As he thought, he uttered the final incantation,

[-Guardian of the Scales!] 】”

A blood-colored hurricane blew suddenly, and Aventus couldn't help but sit back and fall to the ground.

After the wind died down, the little boy watched in amazement as a big sister in gorgeous black armor, with an arch-like black forehead on her face, and her blonde hair was pale to gray, looking down at him with a disgusted gaze.