Rex was awakened by a series of strange nightmares, and it was already the next morning. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Wake up and go to Hayu's kitchen for breakfast.

"What do you think of it now, Your Highness?" he asked, with that flattering dry smile. At the same time, Hayo did not stop his work, he was squatting on the ground to wash a pile of cabbage and potatoes. On the stove table was an elk leg, whose fur had not yet been peeled. The leg lay quietly on the wooden table, as if it would come to life at any moment.

Rex sat down in a chair and stretched, relaxing his stiff muscles. Lean back in your chair and sit comfortably and tightly. Say to the busy cook, "Please give me a glass of dragon's breath, a piece of bread, and butter." Thank you, Master Hayo. ”

The title "master" is Hayo's favorite. The rest of the church called him the cook, and the Night Mother called him Mr. Cook or Mr. Hayu. He was tired of the lack of respect and respect for the title "Cook", while "Mr. Cook" was respectful enough but cold and unkind. Only the title of "master" has both, which is both respectful and cordial, which is most suitable for his identity and his favorite.

Hayu turned his head and asked curiously, "No meat?"

"No. Rex replied with certainty.

Hayu shoved a large, steaming cup into his hand and said, "Here, it will feel better to drink it." ”

Rex looked at the piping hot drink, cabbage and potato soup, and said with a sad face, "This is not the dragon breath wine I want, you understand!"

Ha You looked overwhelmed, "This is exactly what I want to give you, please drink it, believe me, this thing is much healthier than Dragon's Breath." ”

Rex took the cup and swallowed the hot soup one bite after another, and couldn't help but glance at Hayu, who was busy. This honest wurm, honest and loyal old chef, is washing vegetables. He moves with great skill and perfection, from picking vegetables and picking up the sludge to removing rotten leaves, without any delay. Watching him work, it's a pleasure. Rex realizes how lovely it is to do a simple thing to the extreme.

"Master, did he really steal the Ring of the Hel Star?" Rex asked, pretending not to be intended.

"What did you say?" Hayu stopped working, hesitate for a moment. Looking at Rex in his chair with interest.

"I don't believe in that fact, there must be some other reason, some other explanation. Rex chased the topic, "Can you tell me, I want to know the truth." ”

"Did Sahn tell you?" Hayo asked.

"Yes, he told me personally. But I don't think that's the real reason, there must be something else going on, right?"

He leaned on his side, shifting his weight from one leg to the other. "So you already know where Cicero is?"

"I already know. Rex replied.

"Then why don't you go to him and answer it yourself. He replied, with a mysterious look. "The truth has to be explored by yourself, and hearsay is not reliable. Don't believe what you hear, and don't believe what you see. What you see is not necessarily true, the truth is the truth, and it will not be hidden by any obstacles. ”

Hayo's words were so profound that Rex lost his ability to judge for a moment. After breakfast, Rex walked out of the sanctuary with doubts and made his way to the training ground. There was already a squad of four standing on the field, ready to practice archery.

Rex looked closely at the four of them, and there were two elven boys, twelve or thirteen years old, and an imperial youth and a Nord girl, also twelve years old. The Imperial Boy has fair skin and a vibrant life, and his concentration is the worst. As a result, with each shot, his arrow always landed at the edge away from the bull's-eye.

Overall, they are a group of smart shooters. Techniques such as standing, holding the bow, attaching arrows, hooking strings, and pushing the bow have been mastered, and then they will practice on their own.

After the training, the trainees returned to the dormitories of the underground sanctuary. Rex heads east into the Kinai Forest, where he decides to go to the Atayum Tomb to unravel the true cause of Cicero's captivity. He and Engil were both important figures in the Brotherhood, but now they ended up in captivity, such a change is rare in the history of the Brotherhood, and Rex vaguely feels that there must be a big conspiracy behind the change.

In the afternoon, the sun quickly sank into the blurred cols of the sky. A gust of wind blew Rex's hair all over his face, and he ran his fingers back at the back of his head as he continued toward a small hill. The hill was surrounded by cedar forests, and the road was very blurry, so he walked forward one foot shallow and one foot deep, and soon entered the cedar forest. The spirits and bodies of the Brotherhood's predecessors are stored here - the Atayum Tomb.

As Rex approached the stone staircase in front of the tomb's gate, he was spotted by two Nord guards. By this time, the night had ruled the whole world. The light of the fire in the guards' hands only illuminated a small area in front of them, and they couldn't distinguish Rex who was approaching secretly, only sensing someone faintly approaching.

"Stop!" the two guards shouted in a warning tone, "whoever it is, get out of here, this is not the place for you." ”

Rex was silent, still going his own way, walking forward without fear. The guards felt a strong sense of threat and oppression, and they couldn't help but tense their nerves. They had the audacity to shout, "Go any further, and we'll convince you what a stupid decision it was." You're not going to end up better than a dead dog, we warn you, get out of here!"

Hearing the guard's threatening voices, Rex found it amused. He guessed that they didn't know who they were, so they would scare him with big words, and they must have thought of themselves as those pesky thieves. Rex paused and waited, and after a minute, continued up the steps.

The two thought their warnings had worked and were ready to relax. Suddenly they noticed that the shadow was about to come up the stairs, and their tense nerves finally burst, and they threw away their swords and torches in fear, and ran away crying and fleeing into the surrounding woods.

Rex felt inexplicably ridiculous, he didn't expect the Brotherhood guards to be easily frightened. With contempt, he pushed open the stone door of the Atayum tomb. The tomb resembles a mysterious cave, and the Riou is pitch black. Walking down a rugged path, Rex came to an empty hall. Like the underground sanctuary of Shadingher, the space is huge. In the center of the living room stands a stone pillar with a curved center, supporting the entire ceiling.

A pile of firewood burned in a large clearing on the left side of the hall, and Rex recognized it at a glance as Cicero sitting lazily on a wooden chair by the fire, rocking back and forth. He holds a bottle of wine and puts his hand on the outside of the arm of his chair.

"Ho-ho-ho!" Cicero's trademark laugh came from the darkness, "Ahhhh He deliberately said the word "distinguished guest" in a weird way, grinned his lips, and laughed shamefully.

Rex walked up to him, "I heard you're imprisoned here, so I'm here." The tone was slow but very serious.

"Welcome to the Humble House. He spread his hands and said sneeringly, "I'm sorry, I don't have any food to treat you!"

Rex nodded solemnly, "Well, you can see that you're not rich. ”

"Tell me, what did he want from me for you to come?" Cicero asked sternly.

"He, Ngil?"

"That's right, that vile and shameless dog mongrel. Cicero cursed, "Come on, I know he's curious to know the answer." It's a pity that he didn't have the courage to ask, so he had to find you idiots to bother me. Go and tell him, and I will not tell him my purpose when I die, nor will I tell you. This concludes the interview, thank you for coming. Go, you can get out!" Cicero squirmed, glancing at Rex with contempt.

Rex laughed, "You may be mistaken, Master Cicero. It's me who wants to come, and it has nothing to do with Engier. ”

Cicero sat up suddenly, looking at Rex's face in disbelief, "You swear he didn't send you?"

"I swear, it's my own volition to come here. Rex said categorically, "I have a question that I need you to help me answer." ”

Cicero reclined back in his chair and took a sip of his wine, his languid eyes glancing over Rex's face. Analyze the credibility of Rex's words in your mind, and then tentatively ask, "How can you help you?" ”

So, Rex told Cicero the story of slaying the dragon on the way to the Storm Land to save Serena. After listening to Rex's story, he said solemnly, "It makes sense, the dragon soul is indeed a rare gift, there are not many people who can enjoy this honor in the land of Skyrim, you should be grateful for what you have." ”

"Frankly speaking, the dragon soul didn't play any role in me, I haven't changed at all, I'm still my old self. Is this... ," Rex complained.

"You need guidance," Cicero interrupted his chattering grumbling, "you need the wisest minds of Skyrim to guide you through the practice and mastery of this ability." ”

"What ability?"

"The ability to harness the dragon!"

Rex was dumbfounded and stammered, "Ride, ride, ride the dragon?"

"Yes. ”

He was overjoyed and almost cried out in excitement. "What should I do to get that ability?"

"Go find Graybeard, they can help you gain the ability to harness a wyvern. They've been doing this all their lives!" Cicero said with relief, "Maybe they're waiting for you right now!"

"Really?"

"It's true. Go, your destiny beckons you, and your life awaits you. Take a good adventure, and in the future, you will live a greater life!"

Rex thanked Cicero and happily walked out of the tomb door. I saw a bright moon hanging high in the starry sky, and it was surrounded by endless stars. He stared at the low forests, keeping the strange rocks inside the entrance to Shadingher.

He stood on the stone staircase and pondered for a moment. Towards the road to the west, he walked without looking back.