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Extras - Dragonborn (6) The story of Ingway and Edelna

Who am I, where am I, and what happened?

Of course, Ingway didn't know that in another plane, more than a thousand years from now, there would be three questions of God that would be so in tune with his current state of mind, but he might not be able to describe his current state of mind in other words.

The only thing that could give him some comfort was that although the roast lamb that "Gray" wanted was brought into the room with a delicious taste, the poor fellow didn't even get a chance to taste it - the roast lamb was smeared with not only honey, but also a mixture of aconite and aconite, if that didn't fully show the malice of fate, then the three skilled assassins might tell the whole story—Ingway didn't know the pseudonym "Gray" What had happened to Edherna, but what made him want to curse Ederna to the end of the abyss was that under the triple threat of daggers, crossbow arrows, and short swords, he actually remembered to fish out the lamb soaked in the bathtub.

Ingwe would rather he leave himself in the inn, maybe he can find an elf, after all, Cape Castle is often the first junction between the Emerald Forest Island and the mainland, where the elves who travel for the first time will be familiar with the outside world, and the elves who return to the forest island will rest here, but he also knows very well that it is more likely that he will be cut and skinned by some fool and turned into a pot of fragrant mutton soup- Although it is not clear to the elves, during the time the Transfiguration was in effect, the unfortunate victims who went to the Mourning Wasteland appeared in animal or human form in cages or pots.

But no matter what, think about the worst, and Ingway felt that he should still give some understanding to "Gray", as if he didn't try to return Ingway to Emerald Grove - yes, how do you want him to explain it? Leaving aside whether he could enter Grove Island, when the king of Emerald Grove came to look for his child, he could still give her a ...... Ingway shuddered a little at the thought of this, and he could almost imagine the spirits of the entire forest island rushing to feed him, hug him, and touch him.

Ingway then discovered that he was trembling for real - when he realized that he could not escape the three stalkers, "Gray" fell out of his arm as he crossed a pile of fluffy thatch- Maybe one of the three saw it, but a bleating lamb was obviously not enough to make them abandon their original plan, and Ingway managed to get out of the thatch, covered in grass clippings and dust, his fur was half-wet and not dry, and the wind took away most of the temperature, he hesitated for a moment to consider whether he should go back to the thatch, but he thought that if those people lost track of "Gray", or were repelled by him, then they might want to try their luck on it.

The lamb jumped (warming himself) through the small half of the woods, and a brown owl turned its head on a branch to look at him, but in the end, he gave up the fat-looking prey, and two weasels followed the lamb, but they also quietly disappeared after seeing the lamb trample a pit viper that tried to give it a bite with one hoof.

Outside the woods was a wide, desolate road, because the road was large enough for two carriages to run parallel to each other, and the road was covered with roots and vines, and the sky was blocked and obscured by the branches that grew wildly—The lamb shook its nose and sniffed the air—When the lamb's sensitive ears heard the creaking sound in the distance, Ingwe hesitated to hide immediately, or to see who was coming before making a decision.

The carriage soon appeared in the lamb's field of vision, the glass window on the door was opened, and the people inside seemed to be enjoying the night breeze, she even saw Ingway before the coachman, and in the drowsy darkness, the lamb glowed like a pearl, and the carriage slowed down slowly, and then stopped at a distance of about ten feet from the lamb. The coachman jumped out of the carriage and opened the door for the nobleman inside, a noble lady with silver temples but a faint countenance, dressed in a velvet robe and a thick cloak of the same texture and color, which looked very warm.

"Let me see," said the lady, smiling in astonishment, "the gods are above, did I see a lamb?" she walked towards Ingway, and when the lamb retreated vigilantly, she did not stubbornly press on, but put down her knees on the spot and patted her hands on her legs, "Come on," she said, feeling a fragrant apple from her sleeve as if by magic—Ingway really didn't want to admit that his saliva was suddenly more vigorous, he hadn't eaten all night and day, damn "Gray" , the damn "assassin", that roast lamb still has a pear in its mouth, although it is overripe...... And the lady, with a great deal of force, broke the apple, put half of it in her mouth and took a bite, the crisp sound made Ingway a little dizzy, and the other half went forward a little, "How's it, lamb? ”

Anyway—she couldn't possibly know that a roadside lamb was one of the heirs of the King of Lindao...... Ingway said to herself, and that apple looked and smelled really good!

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Madame grabbed the lamb who came over to bite the apple, and the lamb writhed a few times reluctantly, but stopped moving as she grasped it: "Very good," she said, stroking the lamb's messy curls, "where are you from? ”

yes, so put me down, I can wait on my own, thanks. Ingway did not dare to continue to struggle, for he could clearly feel that the lady's body was so weak and old, that even the ribs were clearly touching his body, and he was really afraid that if he went down, the lady would go from returning home to the wasteland of mourning.

"Come home with me. The lady said, "Perhaps I can help you find your master, and outside you will either be eaten by wolves or by men." ”

Okay okay okay, do you still have apples?

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It's a bit eerie here.

Ingway thought, perhaps fearing that he would jump out, so the windows of the carriage were closed as soon as he had boarded it, but he could gauge the extent of the lady's mansion by the passage of the carriage over the drawbridge, and through the gates, and the rest of the journey, or, more correctly, a castle, whether it was because it was late at night, and the castle was too quiet, and the servants were few in number, and attentive, but scarcely spoke. Ingway the sheep was taken down by the maid to be washed, the water was very hot, and there were precious spices, but fortunately it wasn't basil or perilla, otherwise it was so rich that Ingway would have thought they were preparing for the flavor before cooking.

Ingerway was cleanly washed, the maids wiped him with cotton cloths, and silver combs and collars shiny, and the maids tied a pink bow ribbon around his short tail, on which he could hear the jingling of bells.

What else could he do, he was desperate.

When the lamb was brought into Madame's arms, it was fluffy like a white cloud, and Madame kissed him on the nose lovingly, "I will take you to my husband," she said, "and he will be glad to see such a lovely little thing as you." ”

If it had been quiet before, then as Madame walked down step by step, then all Ingway could feel could only be described as dead silence, and he moved uneasily, Madame's reaction was to wrap him tightly in her cloak, "Shhh ”

At the sight of the ghost, Ingway had already felt extremely bad, but Madame had reached the end of the stairs, and the candle suddenly lit, and behind a huge desk sat Madame's husband, the owner of the place.

He looked indistinguishable from the rest of the world, except for his paleness, but the smell of decay on his body that only found on the undead made Ingway stiffen instantly.

"What's that?" he asked in a soft voice, "a sheep?"

"I picked it up on the side of the road," said Madame, "and it's lovely, so I want you to see it." ”

Her husband gave a stiff smile: "Yes," he said, "very cute indeed." ”

"It's a pity that it already has an owner. Madame flipped over her fur and let her husband see the collar.

"We can give him some ......," her husband said absentmindedly, and when his fingers reached out, Ingway had to use all her self-control to avoid biting into it, no, it wasn't tasty...... "Mithril?" he said, "It seems you have an unusual master, lamb." But it's okay, you can have it, I love. ”

"But I'm going to ...... soon"

"You can get everything you want," said the undead, "no matter what form you exist, you are my sole master." ”

Madame smiled softly, "I know," she said, "but it will soon die, can you still give me an immortal lamb?"

"Maybe. ”

The lamb is fried.

"I don't think it seems to be able to understand us. Said the undead.

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