—4E, 201, Last Seed, 18th, 8:00 a.m.

Arthur was not surprised when he woke up in his room at the Sleeping Giant's inn and learned that Marcul had sneaked away, or rather, he had already guessed this outcome when he had gone through all the trouble of coming down from the cold mountain peak, renting only two rooms at random to rest without taking the gems and jewelry back from the thief.

Judging from the average consumption level of Skyrim Province, those things will probably be a large amount of Septin gold coins if they are sold, for example, the cost of renting a room in the Giant Inn for a day is 10 gold coins, the price of a whole loaf of bread is 2 gold coins, the vegetarian dish is between 3 and 5 gold coins, the cheese ring enough for four people is also 10 gold coins, and even if you want to eat something good, a roast beef only costs 15 gold coins.

So, for an adventurer or traveler, 50 gold is enough for him to spend a day comfortably, and if he doesn't live in a hotel and saves money like an ordinary farmer, 10 gold is enough.

When Arthur was hunting, a complete wolf skin was worth about 100 gold coins, and if it was a bear skin, it could even exceed 200 gold coins, and as for the village dwellers, such as the workers of the Gordo sawmill, the wages for a day of chopping wood were about 30 gold coins.

And those gems and jewelry, even if they are worn out due to age, are worth at least 500 gold coins, of course, because those things look like tombs, and Macul also looks like a tomb robber, and the merchant grabs his handle, and when he buys it, he will keep the price very low, and the jewelry worth 500 gold coins will probably be pressed to 100 or even less.

If the guy who doesn't seem to have much brains is bluffed into making a hasty move, he will have time to regret it later.

As for now, with Lukan Valeris rewarding him for retrieving the Golden Dragonclaw, 400 gold coins was enough for him to go to Snowman, and although Hadava and Larif had already gone to Snowman to warn him, Arthur suspected that they would probably not go to meet the lord who had remained neutral in the war between the Empire and the Stormcloak, and would instead hire carriages to go to their respective base camps.

As for the two Snow Man guards who escorted the robbers with them, they were probably sent to work without even having the qualifications to meet the lord, for example, when Arthur went to Phocles to sell furs and meat, he occasionally met the lord's governor, but he never met the lord, and the guards couldn't run around casually.

It takes about a whole day to get from Keekimi to Seoman on foot, and even if you ride a horse, it is not much faster, because of the cold climate in the sky, and large domestic animals such as cattle and horses have long fluff and thick fat, although the endurance is good, but the speed cannot be complimented.

Knowing that Arthur was going to Xueman, several people in Ximu Town had prepared for him, and although Ralof and Hadava had luggage when they left, the two families who were inclined to Stormcloak and the Empire would definitely not prepare for each other.

Not to be outdone, Gordo prepared Arthur's high-end clothes for meeting the lord, and Kemira even stuffed him with a few pieces of jewelry that "you can give to a good girl".

Anyway, that's the jewelry you often wear, isn't that hinting at something?

Under the gaze of Swan and Faindahl, who were about to breathe fire, Arthur said goodbye to everyone in Brookwood with his bulging bags on his back.

——12:23——

Although Creekwood is located in a mountain valley and has a mild climate, it is still in a mountainous area, and the road to the snowy slope is downward, so even Arthur is not too slow to walk with his helmet and sword and bag, and arrives at the camp in the pass at noon.

Although it is called a campsite, it is actually just a campfire and a few tents, and a rudimentary stone wall around it, which can be said to be ubiquitous on the roads of Skyrim, and are usually five or six hours away from each other for travelers and caravans to rest, since they only serve as temporary resting and cannot be used as strongholds, so they are not seen by robbers, but if you want to spend the night, you need to be vigilant and arrange for people to keep vigil - because it is also almost defensive.

By this time, the camp was already resting, and four of his Nord men in Imperial Legion leather armor were eating around the campfire, and a man who looked like a prisoner in a sackcloth suit was sitting with his hands tied to the side, apparently not giving him anything until he had eaten and drunk.

At a cursory glance, Arthur thought that Marcul had been captured, but the prisoner's aura of death made him overturn his judgment.

"Imperial things, no interference!" The Imperial soldiers looked at Arthur at the same time, and the one led by him stood up.

Arthur noticed that they were nervous for a moment when they saw their iron armor and greatsword, but relaxed again when they saw their own faces, and the soldier at the head only gave a routine warning, and the prisoner didn't even raise his head.

The Imperial soldier escorted the prisoner, which seemed normal, but the reaction was somewhat subtle, obviously related to his typical blond and blue-eyed appearance, Arthur thought quickly, and quickly came to a conclusion.

"You are worthy to call yourselves Norders?" Arthur straightened his face and strode over: "The Empire forbids us to believe in Talos, even if you don't plan to rebel, you shouldn't embarrass our compatriots!" ”

"What? You-" The Imperial soldier at the head stammered.

Arthur walked up to the prisoner and stuffed him with vegetables and fruits that were difficult to carry and difficult to eat in one go: "The defeat of the empire is their business, and if they want to ban the Nords' belief in Talos, let those elves fight themselves to Skyrim!" ”

"......" was not only the Imperial soldiers, but even the prisoners were stunned, but judging by their attitudes, they obviously guessed correctly.

Even though he had expressed a clear inclination towards the Storm Cloak, and seemed to be powerful, the prisoner had no intention of calling for help at all, and was even more depressed as he lowered his head and ate the food given to him.

"Hehe, actually—" An Imperial soldier seemed to be about to say something, but was stopped by the one at the head.

"We don't know what happens between the big guys," the leading soldier looked at Arthur and said, "This is an important member of the Storm Cloak, you can give him food if you want, if you want to save him, we will kill him with an axe first." ”

"Hmph, Nord's shame, I don't bother to be in your company." Arthur snorted, turned and left the camp to continue towards the snowman.

Listening to the faint sound of conversation behind him, Arthur confirmed his suspicion that this group of men was not some Imperial soldiers, but Storm Cloaks, who had probably escaped from Helgen.

He remembered very well that the Imperial Legion retreated in an orderly and hierarchical manner, rather than scattering in a rush like the Storm Cloak, so it was likely that these Storm Cloak soldiers were surrounded and risked stealing a few sets of uniforms and disguised themselves as legionnaires to escort the unlucky man with the stolen clothes away, this place was already considered a safe place, and they were probably ready to kill him and flee directly after eating this meal.

However, after making a fuss just now, they were sure that that kind of disguise could deceive most people, so they would not give up the disguise and escape quickly, and they would not be able to kill the prisoner, and the evidence was that before they turned around just now, the death aura on the prisoner's body had completely dissipated.

Arthur still has no clue which of the Holy Spirit or the Demon God gave this ability, but as long as he continues to persevere in saving all those who are wrapped in "death", he will understand one day.

——17:38——

When you leave the camp in the pass, you will soon see the entire snow-filled plain in front of you, with large farms dotted on both sides of the White River, and further afield is the magnificent snow-filled city, which seems to be within easy reach.

But unfortunately, this is the result of looking from a high place, and it still takes half a day to walk from the current location to the snowy city.

Moreover, Arthur faintly heard a few wolf howls, which were the howls of the wolves with the meaning of "finding prey", but with their iron armor and big sword, even if they wanted to attack them, the content of the howl should be "find the enemy".

Then, the "prey" in their mouths should be the traveler in the camp not far ahead, and Arthur hastened his pace.

"Come back with us honestly, Iman, don't force us to do it." A male voice with a strange accent, as if it had something in its mouth, said.

"I said, you recognized the wrong person, stay away from me!" The female voice, which was also a little slurred but could finally be heard, replied with annoyance.

"We know your make-up and feign voice and acting skills, and you can't fool us, Iman." The male voice looks very stubborn and confident.

"I'm not the damned, cursed 'Iman'!" The female voice sounded furious.

Arthur walked around the stone walls of the camp and saw three Redguards, two males and one female with red skin.

Men wear turbans, short coats and breeches with shiny scimitars around their waists, while women wear long linen dresses that look like ordinary hotel hostesses.

"I said—" "It's none of your business! Nords! ”

Arthur was about to open his mouth to warn, but was yelled back by the three Redguards, and there was no death aura on them, so he shrugged his shoulders and stopped, after all, in addition to Skyrim, the Falling Hammer Province is also known for its fierce people.

"Are you going to go or not, Iman." The Redguard male had already picked up the scimitar.

"You want to come hard? Then give it a try! The Redguard woman didn't bother to defend herself, and raised her fist at the two men.

Six, no, seven wolves, or snow wolves with strong combat effectiveness, most likely because of the dragon, they were frightened by the dragon, and ran to this kind of unprotected place in a panic, if it wasn't for these people arguing, they would probably have found out a long time ago, Arthur observed the surroundings and speculated.

"Whoa-" As the wolves howled, the snow wolves lurking nearby pounced on the people in the camp at the same time, and each male was attacked by two snow wolves, except for the female Redguards, who seemed to have little combat power.

"Drink!" "Whew-" Maybe Arthur couldn't deal with the snow wolf so easily before, but since he inexplicably lit up the starry sky, his combat ability has made a substantial leap, and the two snow wolves, which are taller than the other companions, only took him four swords.

When he turned back to help, he found that the other five wolves had all been killed, and all but one was presumably killed by the scimitar, and four of them had died under the fists of the Red Guard woman.

"Do you still insist that I'm 'Iman'?" Although she was panting and covered in wolf blood, her momentum did not diminish at all, and she was glaring at the two Red Guard men with her blood-dripping fists.

"Nope! We've mistaken someone! "In unison.