—4E, 201, Last Seed, 29th, 17:00—

Blinkhov was worried about the mission.

He was instructed by the Blackbrambles to find a way to get a dark elf, the wandering merchant Brand Shea, in prison, but he had to be acquitted two days later...... Is this a joke? Even a street brawl can be held for three days in the event of a refusal to pay a fine.

Obviously, this could not have been the task assigned by Marven Blackthorn's unfathomable head of the house, but most likely the idea of her unlearned young son, Sippy Blackthorn, who seems to have been courting a beautiful dark elf bard lately, and Brand-Shea, as a traveling merchant, may have spoken to her a little more? No, that's definitely it.

Blinkev looked at Brand Shea, who was peddling goods not far away, what did he say about the guy's appearance? If it weren't for the color of his skin, even if he was a high-elf nobleman, some people would believe him.

"Going to jail", then, was not a necessity, and Sippi probably just wanted him to disappear from his eyes for a while, and after two days he would either succeed or lose his enthusiasm for the bard—so he was quite self-aware?

But the problem now is that if he really goes to carry out the planting that he has not done for a long time, then Brand-Shea will probably spend several months in the Rift City prison for several months, depending on the value of the stolen goods...... Hmm, this seems acceptable?

While hesitating, Blinkhov saw an adventurer in ebony armor who had wandered to the riverside bazaar, and according to information provided by Moore, who had been guarding the gates of Rift Valley for many years, this was a passer-by who wanted to find work in the Rift Valley to earn some travel expenses, and had nothing to do with Rift Valley City.

"Hey, young man, I see your wallet is a little deflated, do you want it to bulge again?" Blinkhov leaned over and whispered to him with a slight smile.

"You want me to cover your stealing?" The other party seemed very good-natured and replied in a low voice.

"Oh, of course not," said Blinkev, who didn't seem to be well-informed, although he was more upstanding, and Blinkev shook his head: "It's been a long time since we've done that kind of 'traditional' activity." ”

Ever since the guild triumvirate disappeared more than twenty years ago, the Thieves' Guild's various "traditional" operations have been strangely failing until they began to implement the new type of operations proposed by Sapphire and Xiaofu, which were recently added.

"Oh? So what exactly is to be done? The Ebony Armor Adventurer asked.

"I'll try to get everyone's attention in the bazaar, and you're going to move quickly to take a random thing from the half-dragon jeweler's counter and put it in the pocket of the dark elf who sells groceries, rest assured, you're a less popular Imperial, but you're better than the dark elves, and the guards won't suspect you." Blinkhev quickly explained the steps of action.

None of the good things that Madhi will put on the counter are high, and the price is not high, even if Brand Shea is framed, it will not be very serious, if this adventurer happens to be a fake, then Brand Xie will be imprisoned for two days for the crime of "deceiving the guards to go to the police", which is perfect.

"You seem to be trying to get the dark elf in trouble, but why is it so slight?" The adventurer was quick thinking and responded immediately.

"It's very simple, because someone wants him to not be able to do business in the past two days, but we are not those barbarians of the comrade-in-arms group, and it is not in our style to go up and beat people with our arms." Blinkhov replied: "If you have no opinion, I can start right away." ”

"Don't worry," the adventurer narrowed his eyes: "If I let him never be able to do business, will your commission be completed?" ”

"Could it be that you're from the Brotherhood?" Brynchev was secretly surprised: "Of course not, if any of our actions kill people, it is equivalent to failure, and not a single Septin can be won't be taken." ”

"Heh, I see." The adventurer smiled and turned to walk towards Brand-Shea, who felt a toothache and followed as he wondered if he had misjudged.

"Are you going to buy something to chop people, or something to protect yourself?" Brand Shea showed the weapons and equipment on the counter to the adventurer who walked up to him: "These things I brought in from Windhelm City, and while they may not be as good as the work of Master Snowman, they are better than what the country blacksmith has made. ”

"What's your name? Dark Elves. The adventurer in ebony armor asked a question that puzzled both him and Blinkov.

"Brand Tse, sir." The Dark Elves looked a little confused, but it wasn't a question that couldn't be answered.

"For a dark elf, that's a strange name," the adventurer paused, "Is your Argonian adoptive mother still alive?" ”

"No, she's - do you even buy something?!" Brand Shea was a little annoyed and planned to evict the guest.

"Don't be in a hurry to get angry, I haven't finished my words yet," the adventurer was unmoved: "Although she is your adoptive mother, isn't she humble to you and not at all like a mother's attitude towards her children?" Moreover, although she is old, she died of a sudden illness, is there anything else she wants to say to you on her deathbed but can't say it? ”

Boom! Brand-Shea knocked over his counter in shock and rushed straight to the adventurer, but couldn't grab his collar because the ebony armor was so smooth and asked, "Do you know something?!" ”

"Hey! Over there, what's going on? "The guards patrolling around the bazaar rushed over.

Not...... This is also a solution, Blinkev thought, he was naturally very aware of Brand-Shea's family situation, but he could not imagine that he could make a fuss in such a place, as long as he made up some lies and deceived him into finding the mystery of his origins......

"No, it's nothing, he was a little excited and tired when he met an old man." The adventurer skilfully shoved a few gold coins into the guard, who weighed them, dropped a "remember to clean up" and turned to leave.

"It's not something that can be explained in a few words, you'd better clean up your stall and come with me to the tavern." The Ebony Armor Adventurer did not end the mission as Blinkhov wished, and seemed to intend to continue to extend, so he had to continue to follow, and Brand-Shea would not continue to do business anyway, and the mission should be considered completed.

——17:30——

"First of all, I'm sure you've come to your senses, and although I don't know what your adoptive mother told you, a dark elf like you is definitely not a farmer, a fisherman, or something else." After Blinkchev and Brand-Shea sat down together in a private room on the second floor of the Honey and Poet Tavern, the adventurer who called himself Parry spoke.

"Hmm...... Please continue. "Although there are some doubts about Blinkev here, the dark elves don't have the leisure to understand him.

"And then, your Wurmite adoptive mother isn't a tavern helper, she's a noble—" Parry paused, and then said after the sound of a fall from outside the door, "--housemaid." ”

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to eavesdrop, hiss~" Because I couldn't continue eavesdropping, the tavernkeeper, Argonian Kirva walked in, because her face was full of scales, Brychenchov couldn't tell if she was blushing, "I just want to know the past of that old sister, hiss~"

"Next, that's why you're here," Parry nodded to the boss lady and continued, "Due to the volcanic eruption in Morrowind Province, most of the dark elves fled the Black Light City for other provinces on the continent of Tamariel, and your clan fleet strayed from the course of the Empire and Somo due to its strayed into the naval battle zone of the Empire and Somo, and then fled in a hurry, and finally ran aground on the coastline of Skyrim Province. ”

"My parents ......," Brand-Shea asked with some trembling.

"That kind of thing is naturally handled by the Imperial side, how can we adventurers know? However, it is said that there were no major casualties. Parry shook his head and continued: "I recognized you because of the diary I found when I was commissioned to search the wreck of a ship and the children's sketches in it—of course I didn't have it with me, but I can only say that it resembles you. ”

"Yes...... I remember that there was a gentle woman who liked to paint my portrait, and I always thought ......" Brand-Shea muttered to himself.

"So far, I still don't have much strong evidence of what I'm saying, but—" Parry turned to Kilva, "do you know the name of Brand's adoptive mother?" ”

"No, she wouldn't say, but Brand should know? Hiss~" Kilwa shook her head.

"That's the only evidence I have," Parry said to Brand-Shea, "and if she hadn't hidden anything from you, your adoptive mother's name would have been 'Sidrella-O'." ”

"Uh-huh!" Brand-Shea made strange noises in his throat, not knowing whether to cry or laugh, but Blinkhov seemed to approve of everything Parry had said.

"The ship you were on ran aground near Windhelm, but due to the discrimination against the dark elves there, and most Nord towns don't welcome Argonians, your maid adoptive mother traveled many times to come to Rift City to settle you, maybe she originally planned to contact the Empire through official channels when you grew up, but after that, Stormcloak and the Empire had a conflict, if she expressed her desire to contact the Empire in Rift City, you know." Parry spreads his hands.

"I can go on my own now." A few words popped out of his teeth by Brand-Shea.

"Well, in the end it's your parents' identity and your real name," Parry thought for a moment, "Brandil Telvos, that's your name, it seems that your adoptive mother has vaguely heard the full name, but she doesn't know it very well, so she has to name you the pronunciation she heard." ”

"Brandil Tellworth ......," Brand-Shea whispered his new name.

"Your father's name is Limdelane Tellworth, and your mother's name is Linju Tellworth, and if I'm not mistaken, they're still alive and seem to have settled in the capital of the Celeordir Empire, and I don't know exactly where." Parry shook his head.

Clang—the rooms were knocked open again, and a dark elf stumbled a few steps and nearly fell to the ground, and Brynchov glanced at what seemed to be the bard Svidi who was being pursued by Sibby.

"Hmm," Kilva walked over and closed the door, looking condescendingly at the slightly petite dark elf, "Mr. Telvos, if you want to keep it a secret, I can help, hiss~"

"No~young master~ please don't kill your lovely maid-" Bard Swishy sped to Brand, who was still not very comfortable with his identity transformation—no, Brandil Tellworth hid behind him.

"Young Master?" He asked, a little confused.

"Oh, by the way, to add to that, Morrowind doesn't have anything like the lords of Skyrim Province and the High King or anything, and the Emperor is responsible for the Imperial Emperor, which is composed of six councilors and oversees the affairs of the entire province, and the Telvos family is one of the older ones, although there are rumors that they will strayed into the battlefield of the empire and Morrowind is the conspiracy of other councilors, but this matter obviously cannot be proven." Parry spreads his hands.

"So they secretly sent some descendants to find the missing young master, such as this bard." Blinkhov felt that this mission was a mess, and the maid came to look for the young master, but the young master was unlucky and learned his identity or something.

"You can talk to her about it, and you can wait until you think about it." Parry nodded, pulling Blinkhev and Kirva out of the room.

"Thank you, I'll be staying here for free in the future, hiss~" Kilwa seemed to be happy, but he still couldn't see it because his face was covered with scales.

"Basically, your mission is complete," Parry and Brychenchev said to him after they walked out of the hotel, "but if there's a commission to hunt down Svidi in the future, you'd better find a way to get rid of it." ”

"Hehe, of course." Blinkhov laughed dryly, and had already decided to hide in the rat tunnel after handing over this mission, and not to go out anyway.