In the following days, Wei Xu's life was quite comfortable. After sending Baghlouf away, www.biquge.info spent the rest of the day running to the island in the middle of the Half Moon to release the dragon soul for training, and occasionally going to Durag's side to see how his mage group was training. The dragon seemed to appear only twice, and then disappeared without a trace. Maybe there's some bigger conspiracy in the pipeline, maybe there's some unknown danger lurking...... Maybe the dragons are waiting for an opportunity...... Somewhere in time they can accomplish their ultimate goal.

Half Moon Collar, somewhere unknown.

"What...... Be...... The best piece of music in life? On the metal door, the red light in the skeleton's eyes flickered on and off. From there came a tingling sound in the eardrums.

"Yes...... It's silence, brother......" The cat-man in leather armor hesitated for a moment, and said with some uncertainty. This cat man is none other than Dacula, who has been missing for more than a month.

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The last time he went to Iwasted, the inhabitants told him that it was not a good time to go to the monastery for this season. The cold snow in the mountains and the large number of wolves will keep him coming and going. The only safer time to go up to the Hosgar Peak is during the warmer period from the second month to the furnace month. The cat man thought that his abilities would not be able to climb the Hosgar Peak at this time, so he chose to travel around.

Where can a thief go? Throughout the sky, he met very few of his kind, and he couldn't find a source of goods if he wanted to rely on his hometown's craftsmanship to sell drugs and moon candy. Wherever you go, you feel that you are being rejected by the people around you.

Fortunately, I still have the skill of theft to help me survive. In Ivasteide, he was told by his peers that he could go to Rift City, where the headquarters of the Thieves' Guild was a haven for thieves.

Our cat people set out on their own path with anticipation. A union of thieves? It's exciting to think about it, and I feel like I've found an organization. As if fate was deliberately working against him, he was guided by a fellow citizen named McQueen to what he thought was "Rift City".

"Hi...... Is this Rift Valley City here? Dacula laughed and accosted the coachman of the stables.

The coachman looked at the cat man in front of him with a surprised expression: "Rift City? Oh...... Hehe...... Big cat, are you burned? This is Lord Ufrik's territory, the main city of the eastward! ”

What the? This is the Wind Helmet?! Wouldn't that just go the other way?! It was only then that Dacula remembered the time when he had asked the cat man on the path with a map he couldn't understand.

"Ah, hello, my name is Dacula. I would like to ask how to go to the rift valley? Although Dacula was very cautious in his life, he was a little vigilant when he met his own people in this vast sky.

"Dacula? Hello Hello, my name is McQueen, McQueen Chettle. The cat man on the other side saw Dacula's eyes light up, and some kind of aura similar to Dacula emanated. Well, it's a treacherous, cunning, and cautious aura...... The world is as dark as a crow, and the sky is as bad as a cat man.

"Are you asking McQueen for directions? Ah, haha, then you're asking the right person, McKui has been walking in Skyrim for so many years, and he knows everything about Skyrim, haha......" The cat man in front of Dacula smiled and pointed him in a direction, if he changed his face, then this smile might look more sincere. But if this smile appeared on a cat's face, it would feel a little cunning no matter how you look at it.

Dacula was indeed deceived and realized the problem after seeing the city in the snow. Chettle? I was so naïve to think that this was just a strange surname of a cat person, but I didn't know that this was really a liar!

If the Nords of Skyrim Snowman felt "a little" unfriendly to the Outsiders to Dacula, then for him, the Wind Helm City in front of him was really "extremely" unfriendly to the Outsiders. As soon as he entered the city gates, he saw two or three Nord barbarians crowding out a dark elf! The catman's natural personality makes him choose to be a sideline when faced with this kind of thing.

It wasn't a complete bystander, and when he passed by these Nord barbarians, Dacula took something from them. This is a punishment for their sinful deeds......

Strange city, strange people. Dacula spent the afternoon wandering aimlessly around the city, keeping an eye on the attack, and then changing targets. This skillful movement in his bones makes him very casual when doing this kind of thing, casual to the point of numbness.

Dragonborn? What then! Could it be that God really assigned himself such a small thief to find the dragon's stubble? I'm afraid I can't even steal a single scale of the dragon, let alone the lives of those guys!

As the night wore on, Dacula leaned against the wall and watched the people pass. He's a little cold. It stands to reason that at this time, the body of the cat man covered in fur should not feel cold. But the city gave Dacula a chill, a chill that came from the pedestrians, from the soul when facing himself.

Maybe they're not Dragonborn, they're mistaken. The young lord of the Half Moon Collar who made him jealous to the point of madness deserved this title......

The moon in the sky is not as big as in the hometown. Hometown? Where is my hometown? The cat man who looked at the bright moon in the sky suddenly scratched his scalp like crazy. Although he is treacherous and greedy for money, how can he forget his hometown?! After scratching for a long time, he found in despair that he seemed to have forgotten his hometown, and only the huge white moon in the sky remained in his memory. Elswell? This name is surprisingly unfamiliar to Dacula at this moment......

Suddenly, Dacula's hair exploded, it smelled of blood! When a person is away from home, he can be homesick and decadent, but he must not lose his vigilance. Losing your guard is tantamount to sticking your neck under someone else's butcher's knife.

There were very few pedestrians on the street at this time, and Dacula saw at a glance the source of the smell of blood—a little boy of twelve or thirteen. Although the smell is a bit faint in the wind and snow, the cat-people's keen senses still faithfully transmit the taste to the nerve center of Dacula.

The little boy's face was a little pale, and he didn't know whether he was tired from the bag or nervous and frightened. He staggered two steps to a large door, took a key from his pocket, opened it and entered it......

The cat man's curiosity has never weakened, and he also followed the little boy and walked to the door after he entered.