"Is this ......" Igmund cheered up, stared at me for a long time, and asked tentatively, "Is this Sangeon's power?" ”

"You recognize?"

I was a little surprised that the essence of the power was broken by the other party, so I took the opportunity to ask back.

"I've heard," Lajek explained to me, "knowing that we are the most vulnerable group to the gods of desire. ”

Well, I see, there are only a small number of people on this continent who can indulge their desires, and it is obvious that the ordinary people who work hard for life can hardly become one of them.

"So, you were also my followers?"

"We don't mind dealing with the demons of the Annihilation Plane, but we are still traditional Nords, and our faith in the Holy Spirit is unwavering."

Igmund put the sapphire headband back on top of his head and sat upright, trying to restore his hall from its confusion to its original rigor and nervousness, but Sangeon's spokesman had far better means of regulating the atmosphere.

Suddenly crackling sounded in the forged-style brazier on either side of Igmund's seat. As Igmund turned his head to watch, two beams of brilliant fireworks burst out of the embers of the brazier and exploded into the deep night sky overhead. I took three bronze goblets from the stone table and placed them under the bright lamp, and they were gradually filled with Ambilight.

"Cheers! Your hospitality is a pleasure to me," I said, handing them two glasses overflowing with slurry, motioning for them to draw their attention away from the illusory exterior, "I think we should get down to business. ”

Lajek smirked and took the glass from my hand and took a sip of it, while Igmund still looked up in confusion and muttered, "Hell, aren't we underground......"

I slashed my staff through the air again, and countless colorful ribbons fell from the sky, completely obscuring Igmund's vision. Igmund bowed his head, took the glass in my hand, took a symbolic sip, and sat on the throne looking at me suspiciously, waiting for my next move.

"He who sits before you condescends is the spokesman of the Lord of Desire in the mortal world."

Gently brushing off the colourful ribbons that had fallen to my top hat and arms, I sat down on Igmund's right-hand side, directly across from Lajek. All three were in place, and Igmund began his story.

"I am Igmund, son of Hovdil, lord of the city of Marcas......"

……

“…… Here's the thing, someone framed my uncle, and my uncle can't find a way to prove his innocence at the moment. We hope to get this incident resolved before nightfall today, how can you help us? ”

I don't know if Igmund was bewitched by my illusory technique, or if he was really anxious about the matter, and now he used honorifics on me. Well, in short, it seems that the other party has completely trusted me, so I will get straight to the point.

"I know a thing or two about the truth. The mastermind of this theft is your Brighton chef, Anton. Villani. ”

"What?" Igmund was taken aback by my assertion, "This can't be! He's been honest for so many years, and there's no reason for him to do that! ”

"But your uncle has no reason to do that."

Igmund was a bit of a brain, and immediately understood what I was saying.

"You mean to say...... Regardless of who is the real mastermind for the time being, just quickly find a scapegoat and find a way to deal with the trouble in front of you? ”

"That's right."

"But...... Why look for Anton? He's just a cook. ”

"As far as I know, he's still an oathbreaker, it's almost an open secret, and the cook is just an identity used to cover up the truth. A renunciation of the oath and the return to the old business of stealing is not unassuming in the eyes of everyone. ”

"Alright," Igmund nodded unconsciously, as if he was almost convinced, but he immediately raised his grievances, "Anton did be an oathbreaker, but he is now a well-known gourmand in the whole of Tamriel!" If I put the pot on his head, I'm afraid he won't be able to cook for me for a long time, can we ...... Hmm, a different object? ”

Clams? A renunciation is actually a well-known gourmand who is famous throughout the continent of Tamriel? What the hell are you kidding me? I waved my staff again, and the rectangular stone table in the hall was immediately enveloped in a hot, reddish mist, and a strange fragrance gradually diffused from it.

"Actually praising those unpopular foods in front of the Lord of Desire, hehehehe......."

Following the overflowing aroma, the foodie lord involuntarily leaned towards the table. Of course, before leaving, he didn't forget to get down to business.

"Farin! Leave the affairs of Kasemer's side to this gentleman! (To be continued......)