My name is Akatosh,

I'm dealing with the mess that Helsing left behind...... Belch?

—4E, 201, Moon of the Fire, 2nd, 23:41 -

"What is the best music in life? 】”

"It's silence, brother."

"[Welcome home-]"

The heavy dark red stone door painted with huge skulls and black handprints slowly slid to the side, and the "Imperial soldiers" in front of the door did not look at it twice, and stepped into the deep passage behind the stone gate that was large enough for five or six people to walk in parallel.

Not far from the Black Gate, there is a "dressing room" with a number of wardrobes, armor racks, and hat hooks, which are displayed or hung with clothing that contains the characteristic clothing of various parts of Skyrim and even some neighboring provinces.

"Bang-" The Imperial Legion's light helmet was removed and casually thrown into a corner of the locker room, and the blond hair of the shawl that had been bound to the "soldier" immediately fell down.

This was followed by the light armor, gloves, and boots worn by the Imperial scouts, and when all these disguises were removed, a tall woman with aggressive beauty and blond hair and brown eyes appeared in a tight black and red leather suit.

"What the hell went wrong?" Astrid muttered to himself as he changed into black leather gloves and boots, and then walked straight out of the locker room, as for the discarded disguise, someone would take care of it later.

It was just a simple mission to assassinate a prisoner, and it would have failed, which would have insulted the reputation of the Skyrim branch of the Dark Brotherhood.

The commission itself is simple, in Phocles, a wild werewolf kills the employer's young daughter after getting out of control, and the Imperial Legion stationed there does not dare to kill him for some reason, the employer can't stand the fact that the murderer is still alive, and takes out all his savings to perform a dark ritual and ask the Dark Brotherhood to kill him - by the way, since the employer is a woman, Astoride decides to personally approach and carry out the commission.

Disguising themselves as Imperial soldiers was not difficult, and many of those guys were frightened by the "Dragons of Helgen" and were constantly thinking about evacuating, which caused their standard armor to remain undefended at all times.

The problem is that the werewolf named Sindin is not at all like they said in the chat, he has confessed his guilt and only wants to die, and when he sneaks into the water prison to assassinate him, he actually transforms and breaks the roof of the water prison and escapes.

Astrade herself is not proficient in tracking or engaging enemies head-on, especially if they are a werewolf - no, she can sometimes fight werewolves head-on.

"What's wrong? My dear? The mission is not going well? "When she walked into the communal hall of the Brotherhood, Astode crashed directly into someone's arms, who very naturally surrounded her and touched her head by the way.

"Let go of me, you stupid dog." Astrid whispered, "It's a public place. ”

It is unlikely that any Brotherhood Assassin would have made the ridiculously low-level mistake of "crashing into someone in a corner" to cause this result, simply because she had identified the other person before making contact.

Ainberjourn, blonde, tall, and burly, typically a Nord who does not like to use weapons, is a rare fan of "frontal assassination" in the Brotherhood, and is a self-controlled werewolf, as well as Astrid's husband.

"Don't worry, they're used to it," Al Burnjoun rubbed his wife's blonde hair again, letting go of her hand before she could go berserk, "whether it's our public show of affection or the unexpected failure of the mission." ”

"Not at all comforted." Astrade glared at him, then turned his gaze back to the hall.

It is a naturally formed, two-story cavern with a dark river gushing out of the mountain wall and flowing through a very narrow crevice, which is the main source of water for the Brotherhood, and the rest of the area is equipped with a training ground, a blacksmith shop, and a long table for dinner, and a circular second floor connected by a natural stone staircase that houses the Brotherhood members, as well as a meeting room for issuing missions and a treasure vault for storing their belongings.

Since the sanctuary itself is located within the mountain wall, any self-modification could cause a landslide, so this setting has not changed for nearly a hundred years.

Generally speaking, due to the endless number of guys who want to hire the Dark Brotherhood to kill others, and it is distributed throughout Skyrim Province, the members of the Brotherhood are basically on the road, and it is difficult to have the opportunity to get together, and it is nice to have three or four people in the hall - they are basically coming back to report on the success or failure of the mission.

"It's a pity ~ I didn't fail ~ " The immature female voice sounded, and a little girl at the long table waved to Astrid's side: "If Astrid you also miss, I am the only one who has completed the task 100%~"

Babette, who is about eight years old in appearance and has a lovely look and voice, always claims to be an innocent girl captured by the Dark Brotherhood, but is actually a vampire who is four hundred and ninety-five years old, and has never missed an assassination target in five hundred years, but there are few people who can refute this.

"I must state that I did not miss it, but that there was a problem with the client, and the contract was terminated," a half-bald old man in a robe replied without looking back, standing next to the dark river, "They are a group of vampires." ”

Festus Clarks, a mage of destruction, is wanted by all mage organizations for his focus on developing all kinds of magic that can effectively kill humans than those who explore the mysteries of magic, try to understand the changes in the world, and even summon demons or save the dead from annihilation...... Werewolves and vampires are naturally on the list.

"Do you have any opinion on vampires~" Babette waved his small fist at him from afar, "Be careful of your neck when you sleep at night~"

"Your group of compatriots have been wiped out after the 'Battle of the Hall of the Vigilant', and those who dare to come out and stir up trouble now are troublesome, and I hate trouble the most!" Festus responded.

"Strictly speaking, I'm also successful," Ainburnoen shrugged, "Although that tiger warrior monk is quite powerful, he was still captured alive by me, but in the end, the employer who took him over was killed by the adventurer in advance, which is an uncontrollable factor." ”

"Ironborne's employer died, the mission was canceled, Festus took the initiative to interrupt the mission, the honorarium was refunded half, Babette did a good job, keep it up, and my target turned and fled, and I have to trouble you to hunt it down." Astrid said quickly.

However, if you don't have a task for the time being, you can find a way to pull "Jeanne Darke", who has sent black hand letters before, into the gang.

Originally, all the "dark rituals" held would be perceived by the [Night Mother] and transmitted to the "listeners" closest to the trusting person according to their distance, but since the outbreak of the war between the empire and Somo, the Dark Brotherhood in Skyrim Province has not had any "listeners", Astrid immediately changed his approach, bribed the "rats" doing dirty work in various places to collect information that "someone is holding a dark ritual", and then sent someone to contact him, although the efficiency is much lower and the mystery has been lost. It's more likely that it will fail halfway for various reasons, but it will eventually keep the organization going.

Not long ago, Asthord connected with the largest civil society in Windhelm City, the "Shawl Blonde", through her appearance, and learned from them that a child who was persecuted by the family was performing a dark ritual, and since it was almost impossible to have any decent payment, she was going to let Babette, who liked to pretend to be tender, go to contact the imp named Aventus Eritino later, but in the blink of an eye, the target of his ceremony, the "Kind Guiro" of Rift Valley City, was killed, and according to the paid guard, the perpetrator seemed to be "Shawl Blonde." One of the founders, Jeanne Darke.

The identity recorded by the girl in the shawl blonde is that she is a "Shino scholar" who excavates ancient ruins, but after nearly half a year of not seeing her, she turned into a heavily armored warrior, and those archaeologists are really monsters.

For this completely unprecedented, the way to deal with it is entirely up to Asthord to decide whether to turn a blind eye, assassinate her to save the face of the Brotherhood, or absorb her.

For the Dark Brotherhood, being able to carry out an assassination in the heavily guarded Rift City and escape with one body is a very good member, but being able to act out of such a "sense of justice" means that she is likely to dispute some of the Brotherhood's motive issues, but it also means that she will not be bound by the so-called law and common sense, which is in line with the Brotherhood's ancient creed: "All actions are impermanent, all laws are selfless".

"So, what's the conclusion?" Ainburn, who knew very well what his wife was thinking, touched her head again.

"The conclusion is...... Nazre! Where is Jeanne Dahlke now? Astrid called to the second floor of the cavern.

"She's heading in the direction of Stormhelm City," a redguard wearing a turban and carrying a scimitar at his waist appeared from the conference room on the second floor, "It seems that she is preparing to return to Aventus, and she should rest in the 'Neki Woods' at this time, and judging by her speed, she doesn't seem to care about the black hand letter we sent at all." ”

Nazr, a brave Red Guard, is a powerful warrior with two blades, but his hobby is to organize and classify mission information and classify it, and almost never go out in the field, so to speak, he can be said to be the steward of the Dark Brotherhood, and if you have any questions, you can basically get answers by asking him.

"I'm going to bring her back personally, and I think I'm still more relatable than the other members." Astrid patted Ainburne's chest.

"Alright, then I'll go and help you chase the lucky wolf cub who escaped." The werewolf, who was scolded by his wife without a trace, had no choice but to spread his hands.

"What's the most beautiful sound of life—" The black door at the entrance to the sanctuary let out a low roar.

Another brother is back? Everyone present looked in the direction of the entrance.

"It's a flute ~ (plum blossom) lute ~ (square) or drum ~ (spade)"

A strange man's voice, which makes people feel like various patterns are emerging in front of them when they hear it, shouts exaggeratedly outside the door, and the black door is silent, and the members of the Brotherhood look at each other.

"Oh - it's silence ~ Thank you mother ~ (hearts) No, Cicero will never change his words ~ Mother ~ (hearts ) Mother ~ (hearts)"

The voice grew more and more pompous.

"[Welcome home-]"

At this moment, the thoughts of everyone present have never been so unified.

No! Don't open the door!!