With mountains and streams, meandering streams and winding paths, the mountain town of Makas on the edge of the skyline is beautiful and livable, at least on the surface.

The Bard finished his song, receiving applause and a reward from the innkeepers, and was about to do another red lagna, which was interrupted just as his finger pressed the strings.

A young Brighton man with dark green tattoos on his face slammed open the door of the inn and fell in, and two soldiers walked in with blood-dripping swords.

"Why did you arrest me, I didn't commit a crime at all."

The Redguard man clutched his arms, blood oozing from between his fingers, leaving red marks on the back of his hands, and he stared at the two soldiers with resentment.

The guests of the inn looked indifferently at what was happening in front of them, as if they were accustomed to it, or did not dare to challenge the authority of the authorities, and the proprietress wanted to come forward to say a few words, but was stopped by the maid with a broom.

"It's not up to you to take it easy, don't resist, maybe you can continue to work in the Hidana Mines as a slave," the soldier approached with his sword, his face hidden under his helmet could not be seen, but the tone of teasing his prey, as if playing a trivial game, "Your mistake is that you have always wanted to explore something that you shouldn't know." ”

"Okay, don't say so much, take him back, and if he resists again, kill him." The other soldier was a little disgusted by his companion's over-talking, but the disregard for life was evident in his tone.

The two soldiers did not mind killing in public, and they believed that no civilian in the city, except their superiors, would have the courage to stop them, because those who did so would either be put in an iron cage and hanged in the lower city, or they would be put in a rag and thrown into the mines.

The city of Marcus was rich in silver mines, and there was always a shortage of labor.

The mouthy soldier didn't care that the sword he was holding was still bloody, he just inserted it back into its scabbard, and then removed a rope from his back to bind it, and the gap in his helmet revealed a playful look like looking at a lamb to the slaughter.

Skillfully throwing away the thick ropes that were wrapped around each other, the soldier was ready to lift the young man who had not yet sat up.

An arm suddenly stood in front of him.

"Can you tell me what crime he has committed?" The dragonborn girl seemed to be a little unaccustomed to the behavior of the guards in Marcus City, Zhang Lin and Ciel, who were supposed to get up, saw her movements and also sat back, as for Serana, she didn't think it was a big deal, and still persistently eliminated the pile of bread that she had pulled in front of her in order to be angry.

Although the guards of each city have different styles under the leadership of local officials throughout the skyrim, it is rare to find someone like them.

"Two Nords, one Somer, and one ...... Imperials? The soldier's eyes peered through the slit in his helmet at Kashia, and the other three still sitting at the table.

Although the blood elves of Azeroth and the high elves of Tamriel are not the same race at all, and their skin colors are different, this soldier still regards Ciel as Somer, and even he is just a soldier, he doesn't know that Somer is just a political organization of the High Elves, as for why he is not considered a wood elf? It is impossible for those low-status elves to wear such high-end armor.

It is not clear why Zhang Lin is considered an Empire, and it may be very likely that he is obviously not as tall and stout as the Nord men, and his skin is not as rough as those Brightons who have poor living conditions, but rather like the nobles of the Empire.

"When did you come to Marcas City, it's impossible for us not to see a combination like yours!" The soldier's tone began to become dangerous, they would register everyone who came to Marcus City, but the four in front of them were definitely not in their register, "You'd better not meddle in your business. ”

The soldier wasn't sure if Ciel was stationed in the Ishishita Fortress, and the group of high elves who came to check on the Taros faith every now were related, so he was acting more threatening than pulling out his blade right away.

"He doesn't look like a criminal." Looking at the young man who had fallen to the ground and cast a plea at him, Kashia turned to the soldier with some curiosity.

"It's none of your business, he's broken the laws of Marcus City!" The soldier shouted, but avoided Kashia's question.

It was clear that he was hiding something, which only deepened the suspicions of the Dragonborn Maiden.

The other soldier seemed to be a little impatient, he felt that it was better to use some more efficient means at this time, stepped forward and pointed his sword at the dragonborn girl, "If you are not going to prison, then don't hinder us from enforcing the law!" ”

Looking at the sharp blade in front of her, Kashia's eyes began to change, if it was in the past, she might have been afraid not to clash with the guards, but now it is different.

Although she was nibbling on the bread, Serana, who had been secretly looking at it, began to have a blue glow on her hands, and in her covered hands under the table, the soft bread had become harder than bricks, and her eyes revealed a hint of red light, and she could throw the "bricks" in her hands at any time.

Soon, a squad leader who ran in from outside broke the deadlock, "What are you doing here, Lord Tonal urgently informs, there is an abnormality in the Hidana Mine, come with me!" ”

The team leader glanced towards the inn, not looking very concerned about what was happening, but urging the two men to leave, what was in front of him could not be more important than the summons from above.

"I pray you don't get caught by me," the soldier said, retracting his sword and then staring at the young man again, "you'd better get out of the city quickly, for if we don't see you again, your life may be saved." ”

With such a sentence, the two soldiers hurried away with their captain.

The diners of the inn turned back and went on with their breakfast, as if everything that had just happened was a hallucination, but the bard lost his interest, leaned the lute back in his chair, and sat down by the campfire with a piece of cheese to eat.

The innkeeper sighed, but she had no intention of driving people away, so she took the broom from the maid and cleaned it herself.

"Thank you for your help, Outlander, my name is Edith," the young man sat up clutching his still bleeding arm, relieved by the soldier's departure, "I'm sorry to involve you." ”

"What the hell have you done, those two guards look like they're ready to kill you," Kashia waved her hand, the sun's healing spell spreading into Arice's arm, healing his wounds, "Most of the time, the guards will only ask you to pay a fine or spend some time in jail. ”

"I don't know, I'm just investigating a murder case," Edith shook her head, he was also a little confused, "You should have heard about the Oath Apostler attack, my father used to have a mine in Marcus City, but a few years ago, he died in a sworn aback attack. But these guards never cared, and each time they came out after the attack to pick up the pieces. ”

"And after my father's death, his mine was forcibly bought by the Silverblood Family, it seems that this is just a commercial activity, but in recent years, the owners of other mines have also died in such attacks, and now all the mines in the territory of Ruichi are in the hands of the Silverblood Family."

"It's clear that the actions of those guards are inseparable from the Silverblood Family."