Chapter 10: Magician of Eternal Night

Tamriel continent, somewhere in the Kilks Mountains in northern Skyrim.
A young man, wearing a cloak and boots, was walking on this difficult mountain road.
It has been seven hours since I left the nearest village and stepped into this snow-capped mountain. Except for eating some dry food in a cave somewhere in the middle of the journey, the boy didn't rest at all.
The roads of this mountain are very dangerous, especially in this bitter winter. Not to mention, today seems to be the coldest of these few days. The boy thought.
The cold wind in the mountains didn’t blow too much, but it was bitterly icy, and the coat made of snow bear skin on my body couldn’t defend against such severe cold. The cold wind penetrated into the gaps and stimulated the boy’s body to tremble constantly. .
Crunch, crunch—except for the sound of the boots on the snow and the sound of wind, there is no other sound.
"Huh...This is not the way..." The young man murmured, then raised his left hand, and whispered--poof!
A ball of flame ignited in the boy's hand.
"If I let Professor Faruda see it, I'd probably have to educate me again,'Destruction-type flame magic is not used for warmth'..." The young man smiled bitterly and said to himself. He didn't know that he was here. The teacher apologized for what happened on the mountain.
"I hope...this time I can have enough gains...that demon god, shouldn't let me down..." Enduring the bitter cold wind, the young man whispered and continued walking towards the top of the mountain. .

A week ago.
"Vampire?" In the mercenary union in the metropolis of Mosal in central Skyrim, a swordsman covered in steel armor and sturdy back yelled to the dark elf receptionist at the counter.
"Yes, that's right, vampire." The receptionist gave him an angry glance, and then continued to announce to the crowd in the audience, "With the help of an unknown traveler, the arson case at Hruga's house finally ended. It’s broken. The murderer was Laylet, who used to work as a maid in his house.
Ignoring the whispers coming from below, the receptionist reluctantly continued:
And there is evidence that Laylet was by a man named Alva. The vampires and the gang behind them were coerced-therefore, cleaning up the vampires in the caves near the swamp has become the primary goal of the Lord of the'Old Crow'."
"In other words, are there so many vampires that even the main city guards and legionaries can't defeat it?"
"Should it be a vampire group where a large number of fog walkers and night walkers gather? Doesn't this make us die?"
"Yes!"
Seeing the crowd in the audience began to roar in a bad direction, the receptionist could not hide the panic in his heart. He tried to calm everyone down, but to no avail. At this moment, a young girl's cold voice overwhelmed all the noise: "Suppose I am willing to do it..." The crowd calmed down suddenly, "How is the reward calculated?"
People suddenly turned to the source of the sound, staring at the girl in front of them-she was a stunningly beautiful high elf, wearing a full set of enchanted robe, and enchanting rings on her hands, and it came from her. The peculiar'qi' of the strong, which is obviously higher than that of everyone in the room, and the expression of non-irritation and prestige makes those who come up with ridicules obediently shut their mouths. The receptionist replied a little timidly: "The lord's order is very clear. Each vampire's head is worth thirty Imperial Septin gold coins. The Mistwalker triples and the Nightcrawler doubles. And..." He paused. Just say, "The ashes formed after the burning of the vampire's body are valuable alchemical materials. As everyone knows, the lord promised you can dispose of these corpses by yourself. At the same time, all the stolen goods seized from the vampire lair belong to you. "
"It's a reasonable condition." The high elf girl walked to the front desk and tapped on the table gently, indicating that she would sign the contract. The receptionist hurriedly took out the contract and watched the high elves in front of him easily signed his talisman name, and then left the room easily, leaving only the stunned crowd.
"...Alice Belgrade..." The moment she saw the girl's signature, the dark elf unconsciously read the girl's name. Then, the name was like sparks thrown into a powder keg, igniting everyone in the room!
"Belgrade? The legendary "Night Night Magician" Belgrade?"
"It's the one that Savos Aran, the chief mage of Even Winterhold, also sighs--"
"I heard that she broke through the cold rock tunnel alone and killed hundreds of snow elves!"
The girl who walked out of the room early heard these twittering comments, but she just smiled and walked to the figure in the cloak waiting for him outside the door
"Good news, Bernardo, the spoils of this operation can be handled by themselves."
"Very good, the plan remains unchanged." If the voice of the girl named Alice is cold, then the voice of the teenager named Bernardo can be described as "no emotion", and the voice Extremely small, "You follow that group of mercenaries to kill vampires, I will take advantage of the chaos to get that thing."
"Are you sure you don't want to fight?" the girl whispered, "If there are vampires from Wachhal among them--"
"That's impossible." The boy interrupted the girl's question directly. "Their forces seem to have been concentrated in several caves near Morningstar City recently. It is estimated that there is no big move to take care of here. Besides..." Bernardo sneered, "Even if a few get in, it shouldn't be your opponent of the'Eternal Night Magician', right?"
"That's true, I just don't want to spend magic power for that pitiful reward..." The girl admitted generously, "Moreover, when I thought of cooperating with those inexperienced mercenaries with muscles in their heads. , Maybe I have to deal with their harassment, I feel uncomfortable..."
"This... won't it." The corners of the boy's mouth cracked again. The difference was that this time he had a smirk. "You didn't hear what I said in the room just now. Which idiot would dare to trouble you?"
"Oh, it will definitely happen." The girl replied with certainty, "Men are amazing. There are cold and black-bellied people like you, gentle gentlemen like Lord Tallinn, and slutty masculine men like Mikael. Enchanted idiot..." When talking about the last person, the expression on the girl's face can be described as extremely disgusting, it seems that something disgusting has been encountered.
"Ha, although Mikael is that kind of person, I am still very grateful to him. If he hadn't harassed you, I wouldn't know you." The boy said sincerely.
"It's better to say that you saved his life." The girl's cheeks were reddish, "Otherwise, I might burn him to charcoal with a flame rune."
The young man smiled, did not continue to speak, but slightly nodded towards the young girl, and then left naturally. The girl knows her heart--the group of mercenaries have already come out of the door. The girl looked at the boy's back and bit her lips tightly, as if she was worried about something.
"Don't force yourself... Bernardo... "Duvakin"..."