My name is Akatosh,

I've got to keep an eye on Amir and don't let her kill the old crow.

—4E, 201, Moon of the Fire, 6th, 22:05 -

Upon returning to the Sanctuary, Astod began to wonder if the Dark Brotherhood was now being affected by the Night Mother and a demon god.

While it's a good thing that the listener has brought the iron coffin of the Night Mother, the listener himself is a crazy clown.

She quickly arranged a pact for several grumpy members to avoid contact with him, hoping that Master Gallus, the brains of the Brotherhood, would find a way to control the clown, but the master's daughter found him out of nowhere, making him a complete stupid father.

And although the hastily released contract was not selected in detail, except for the recruitment of Jeanne Dalk herself, the failure of all other missions is simply a shame that the Dark Brotherhood has never had.

In the intelligence room on the second floor of the sanctuary, several members of the Brotherhood were sitting around the conference table, watching Astrid unhappily flip through their mission reports.

"So, why did this contract fail? Husband, you say it first. Astrid tried to ignore the strange "hahaha" that was vaguely coming from outside, and asked the shirtless Nord man.

The contract arranged for him was to hunt down the werewolf Sindin who killed the little girl after losing control, and the other party took the opportunity to escape after the retreat of the Imperial Legion, so he was also on the wanted warrant issued by Lord Phocles, for a werewolf like Ainberjourn who can control himself, it should be no more difficult to catch him than to kill a chicken.

"At first, it went well, he didn't hide his whereabouts at all, but then the clue of the puppy was broken near the 'Green Jasmine Witch Villa'," the big man scratched his head: "As soon as I approached, I would be attacked by that group of harpies, and I looked like I hated it, and I initially judged that that guy entered their territory when he fled in a hurry, and caused a lot of trouble, so he is probably dead at this moment." ”

"Hmm......" Astrid wrote a few words on the mission report in front of him: "Although it seems to us that he is dead, it is not certain whether the person of the contract will approve of it." ”

"Well, the girl's mother won't get any decent pay anyway," Ainburnjourn clenched his fists, "I'll remember to slaughter Sindin if I meet him again." ”

"Okay, then the next one - Mr. Festus? Your target is Hearn, the miller of Half Moon Mills, who is just an ordinary person according to intelligence, so is there any reason why he missed? Astrade flipped through the task contract document in his hand and asked the old mage with a gloomy face.

"It was Nazr's mistake, let him explain." Festus rolled his eyes.

"Nazre?" Astrid turned his head to look.

Although this Red Guard man rarely takes action in person, the information he collects has always been very accurate, and even has a record of revealing a few pieces of information to ordinary people to cause a series of fights, and finally lead to the death of the contract target, how could his information be wrong?

"I'm sorry, boss, but it was my mistake, but the reason for the mistake is like I'm not a 'Redguard' but a 'Ra Gada', it's a legacy of history." Nazr had already prepared to pull out a stack of materials that had even begun to turn yellow over the years.

"Go on." Astrid nodded, "Red Guard" is indeed a misnomer for "Regard", after all, the former is more catchy than the latter, plus they generally have red skin, and after being incorrectly called for thousands of years, they don't even want to change themselves.

"Hern Havermoss, the adopted son of the former miller, the current owner, and the titular niece of the assassination deed, shrewdly performed a dark ritual in the Rift Territory, far from the mill." Nazr picked up the information and read.

Sounds like most contracts that come out of property, Astrid nodded.

"Hearn himself had a very ordinary and well-documented life, and he did work at Half Moon Mill for several years, and was eventually given ownership of the mill before the miller died, but Mr. Festus only found out when he went to assassinate him," Nazel paused and looked at Babette next to him, "He's actually a vampire." ”

"What do you see me doing?" Babette glared at him, "It's strange for a kid my age to not grow up at all for a year or two, so I've never done anything like that." ”

Don't hesitate to call yourself a child...... Nazr quietly wiped his sweat.

"The bad news is that I've ruined the disguise he's been running for years, and he's probably going to fight us to the death," Festus finally spoke, "The good news is that this guy tricked us into assassinating the Holy Moth Priest before, so we're going to be going to die." ”

"Alright," Astod flipped another page of the mission document, "Babette?" It's rare for you to make a mistake, and the target is just a bard - he can't be something in disguise, right? ”

"I promise he's just an ordinary bard." Nazr immediately made a statement.

"What an 'ordinary bard'!" Babette was furious: "That's an 'artist'!" ”

The audience was silent at the "......".

"Ahem, the target is Mosar's bard, the orc Lubke," Nazr broke the silence with a cough, "because the song he performed, which called himself 'rap', was so ugly that the guests expressed their dissatisfaction, and the innkeeper held a dark ritual with the idea of trying it out, which is a ridiculous reason that we don't usually respond to, but Barbett found it funny......"

"If I hadn't gone, wouldn't a good singer be killed by one of you?" Babette looked confident: "I deliberately became the prototype to threaten the boss, so that he is not allowed to discriminate against Lubuk anymore, and I must arrange for him to sing when there are many people, this task is a deliberate failure of me, and if you want to be punished, you will be punished!" ”

What to say...... Even after 500 years, the mind is still a child?

"Okay, I'll ban you from seeing your Frost Spider pet for a week." Asthord shook his head helplessly, it was okay to make an accidental mistake, but there was a punishment for deliberately not fulfilling the contract, but for Babette, ordinary punishment was basically ineffective.

"Nope! Peter! Babette threw himself on the table and refused to get up.

The fraternity members present looked at each other and decided to leave her alone for the time being and move on to the next topic.

"Another mission, Lord Gallus," Nazr pointed out, "but it's still unclear whether it's a 'failure' or a 'revocation'." ”

"Revocation?" Astrade frowned: "Could it be that the client suddenly doesn't want the target of the contract to die?" ”

"The client is Twilight Shattershield who lives in Marcus City, she is the adopted daughter of the Shattered Shield family in Stormhelm City, and her titular sister is now the leader of the 'Shawl Blonde', and anyone who mentions her is 'Friggya's sister', so she wants to kill her sister to make others value her again, ha." Nazr couldn't help but laugh just as he read out what he already knew.

"Such ridiculous commissions can be seen from time to time, and the girl is obviously immature," Astrid stroked the hair on his forehead, "There is still a way for the living sister to surpass it, but if she dies at the peak of her career, the spell of 'What if Frigga is alive' will stay with her for the rest of her life." ”

"So, I'm going to Marcas City to persuade her to dispel this idea." With a slightly muffled middle-aged man's voice, Gallus, who looked a little depressed, walked into the intelligence room.

"What? 'The Nightingale' Gallus, who has never had a record of defeat, wants to break that record on his own? Babette lay on the table and didn't move, just turned her face around.

"It's not like your style," Ainburnorn looked at Gallus, "and we don't need unnecessary sympathy. ”

"Let's put it this way...... That's exactly what I thought at the beginning," Gallus twitched, barely squeezing out a smile, "If you and Astrid have a baby, you might be able to understand how I'm feeling right now." ”

"Wha-" Ainberjourn was stunned by the sudden change in topic, and subconsciously looked at Astrid on the throne, and instantly transformed into an expressionless werewolf when a little red just appeared on that rough face: "Huh-"

"Huh!" The girl's exclamation came from the doorway, and as everyone followed the voice, a silver-haired, red-eyed girl in a ill-fitting Brotherhood uniform was so frightened by the werewolf that she fell to the ground.

Well...... Well, it's cute, Astode looked at the girl who seemed to be called Illya, and pointed at her husband with a backhand: "Sit down!" ”

"Boom!" "Huh?" Ainburn, who was a little overwhelmed by the fact that he had frightened his colleague's daughter, immediately sat down honestly in front of Astrid.

"Hee-hee-......" "Hahaha-(Spades)"

When Illya laughed, the clown who appeared next to her inexplicably also began to laugh, and then the disgusted girl raised her hand and pushed him away.

"Illya?" Gallus tried to take two steps towards the door, and the girl, who was pushing Cicero farther and farther away, immediately hid behind the door, only half of her head bared and looked at him warily.

"Anyway...... She won't recognize me if I stay here, so I might as well leave for a while, find a way to get Twilight to give up her commission, and then try to contact her mother. Gallus said with a sigh.

"Although this is your private matter, wasn't it because there were some troubles outside that you joined us and didn't go to the big city for several years to go out on business?" Astrid instructed Ainburnejourn to sit back in his chair and asked Gallus, "Is that okay?" ”

"Even my daughter has already come to the door, so I naturally have no reason to escape," Gallus's gaze became deep: "Some things really have to have an ending." ”