Chapter 256: Abandoned House and Magic Hammer

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4E, 201, the month of the fire, 10th, 8: 43
Macas City is the most special city in Skyrim Province, because it was built by dwarves rather than humans. The empire can only control the surface buildings and shallow underground, and the deeper is still in operation although it has been deserted for a long time. Only the adventurers and Dingmo scholars dare to investigate in depth.
As this situation continues, Skyrim has been rumored that Macas City will be the bridgehead for the dwarves to counter the surface, so those who dare to settle here are fearless or unable to stay in other territories for various reasons. People, as well as the miners who came to mine the silver mine and the miners they hired.
After the oathbreakers' rebellion decades ago, a family called "Silver Blood" rose up to help the lords sent by the empire quickly stabilize the situation, and mastered the largest silver mine in Macas City and a lot of temporary No one is involved in the industry, including the only hotel in the city, "Silver Inn."
Squeak--
Ilya pushed open the huge bronze door of Yinxue Inn, and the various eyes instantly projected made her subconsciously wince.
The residents of Macas City are mainly composed of Brighton people with relatively sparse hair and beards, and relatively short stature. Even if there are occasional Nords, it is not the kind of blonde, high-browed traditional image, compared with The next girl with silver hair and red eyes is quite eye-catching-even if she is wearing Jeanne Dalke, no, Sister Joan has selected it for her, and the relatively dark purple thick dress that doesn't attract much attention will have no effect.
Silver hair is generally a symbol of high elves, while red eyes are signs of dark elves. Ilya, which combines these two characteristics, is obviously a Nord. Although this wonderfully uncertain appearance is easy to attract attention, it is also the same It can also discourage people with bad intentions.
"Sister Jeanne, what am I going to do now ..." Ilia murmured as she walked through the market at the entrance of the hotel.
"Temporarily tour the city according to your ideas," came a clear voice in your ear. "Neither our goal nor Galus can be found by just grabbing someone on the street and asking."
This is the strategy they set before entering the city of Macas. Because Cicero itself is too strange, and Jeanne gas field is too strong, if you come out to collect intelligence, it may cause unnecessary attention. In contrast, although Ilia, who has a special appearance but has a good affinity, is the best candidate for investigation. As long as the two of them stay invisible and follow the neighborhood.
In addition, Joan of Arc also uses some kind of magic to connect the three people's verbal communication, even if the whisper is low, it can make the other two clearly hear and respond.
"Hey, hey ~" Cicero made a meaningless voice, but after passing the magic, the strange pattern in the words would not appear, and I don't know if Mr. Clown would strongly request to add it back.
Butcher Horny Red Arm, beggar Banning, hawker Lisbet, and Elia whispered several names in the market to find. Although several meat sellers and beggars were found, she could not directly ask Their name?
According to the hotel owner, because of the overall sloping ladder shape, there is no place to place merchants and shops in a unified place. Therefore, there are many scattered small bazaars throughout the city, and the location of fixed shops is entirely based on luck There is no good location for tourists.
"Girl, reward me this old man with a gold coin ..." An old beggar with gray hair said as she passed by Eliya.
"Hmm ..." Ilya thought for a while and drew two gold coins from her pocket and put them in the beggar's broken bowl: "Do you know a beggar named 'Banning'?"
"Go, go and give away the money." The old beggar waved his hand. "Don't bother the old man."
"Uh?" Ilya froze.
"Puff ... why do you think you can ask for information from a random roadside beggar," Joan of Arc sounded with a smile in his ear: "The most informed people in a city are generally hotels or The owner of the pub is right. "
"Hey, hey ~ If I were to be a beggar one day, I wouldn't care what other beggars in the city called ~" Cicero also made a weird smile.
"From, in those adventure novels, I rarely go out after all." Ilia walked away quickly as the old beggar watched the fool's gaze.
"It's all Galus's fault." "Yes, yes ~" Jeanne and Cicero are still in conversation, so where are they hiding in hiding ...
After Elijah left the market, she turned to a fork in the road to the heights. Since she could not find out in the hotel and the market, she could only go to the lord manager. At least those merchants should have a record of paying taxes.
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"This lady, please wait."
When Elia walked to the end of the ramp and was looking for another road leading to the main stop, he was stopped by a man in a white robe and a hood. His appearance looked a little tough, but it seemed not very good. Confident, carrying a sheathed one-handed sword around his waist.
"My name is Tiranus, a vigilante." He introduced himself.
"Hello, what's the matter?" Ilya asked doubtfully.
This man seems to want people to understand what he meant by those two sentences. How is it possible?
"We‘ Alerts ’are the blades of the of justice Stendal, swearing to destroy all evil things from outside the world.
Seeing Ilya seemed completely incomprehensible, Tiranus frowned and began to explain in detail.
"I heard someone held an evil ritual in this house, preparing to break into the investigation, but there is still one capable adventurer to support," he raised his finger to the stone house behind him, "I can feel it You have great power, and you can see that you are kind enough by giving generously to beggars and discovering that you have n’t retaliated.
"Um ..." Ilya leaned her head, the market platform below could indeed be seen clearly from here.
"So, I invite you to join the investigation of this abandoned house, I hope you will not refuse." Tiranus said: "Of course, will provide satisfactory compensation for this."
In Macas City, the internal environment of each house is different, and some houses are ordered to be closed by the lord because of the ruins leading down deep. If you have to go in, there will be no punishment, but personal safety will have to be Responsible.
As for the evil ritual ... just like what I did a few days ago? Does anyone here want to summon the Dark Brotherhood? At this time there are three members of the Brotherhood, you can go to ask the other party's request-if the person holding the ceremony has not left.
Ilya waited a little, except that Cicero was still hey, Jeanne did not raise any objections, so she nodded slightly.
"Please lead the way, Mr. Tilanus," she replied.
"Great, I don't dare—cough, I mean if it's big, I can't search it myself." Tiranus coughed and stepped forward to open the brass door that was closed at will.
"Well, it is indeed abandoned, and there is nothing that has been used recently." After entering the abandoned house, Tiranus held a torch in one hand and a long sword in the front to explore the road, and carefully checked the ground for human footprints. Or other traces of passing.
"Since you haven't been here, why would you know that someone is holding a dark ceremony here?" Eliya followed behind him, observing the dusty furniture and wooden barrels around him.
"Because there are such rumors in the city, and the duty of the vigilante is to investigate all the places where the Devil may appear-ha! Sure enough!" Tiranus turned a corner and immediately found a deep cave on the wall Entrance.
"The vigilante doesn't chase down the demon, it's really powerful to come to investigate the urban strange talk." Elijah heard Jeanne say this, and agreed with her judgment very much.
"Look at this door! There are evil patterns carved on it, there must be something behind!" Not far after stepping into the cave, Tiranus' voice came again.
Elijah followed her prestige, and saw that the carved bronze door in front of the vigilant was not a meaningless pattern, but melted and twisted to form a skull pattern with huge double horns, and its "face" There are also three clear vertical scratches on it, which make people who see it subconsciously think of fire and death.
"Damn it, that's MolagBal (MolagBal), mother's enemy." Ilia felt that the madness in Cicero's voice seemed to have disappeared temporarily, and her tone was a little anxious: "Don't worry about the unlucky vigilante, as soon as possible leave here!"
"No, that guy is now overwhelmed with other things. It's impossible for him to be here, so we can take the opportunity to cause him serious damage." Jeanne denied Cicero's arrangement.
"Go against an evil spirit? Are you crazy?" "Are you qualified to say this?"
When Ilia heard Jeanne and Cicero arguing, Tiranus had reached out and pressed the door, and then his body tremble, and he bounced back as if he were burned.
"[Weak, strong.]" A low, weird male voice with a buzzing echo sounded: "[The strong must kill the weak]."
"Get out of my head! Devil!" Tiranus hugged his head hard.
At the same time, all movable objects such as furniture, pots, wooden barrels, etc. in the cave and the stone house outside flew up and collided randomly.
"In my head?" Eliya looked puzzled in the direction from which the voice came-behind the brass door with the weird skull.
"[The strong must kill the weak]" The voice continued: "[Otherwise you all must die!]"
There seems to be some kind of coercion in this sentence, but Ilya is only slightly faint and completely unaffected.
"No! I don't want to die!" Tiranus was not so lucky. He drew his sword in a dull gaze and turned to Eliya: "I ..."
"You better think clearly before talking ~ (Spades)" Cicero in a clown suit appeared behind Tiranus, the sharp psionic poker with his fingertips against his throat.
"For example, who is strong, who is weak." Slow down Cicero half a step, Jeanne in black armor also appeared beside Eliya, grabbed her, and sniffed Tiranus coldly.
Did they follow up long ago? Ilya was inexplicably happy.
"I ... I ..." Tiranus shivered.
"I'm really ashamed of Ms. Cassiti," Jeanne said a name that Ilia hadn't heard, and stepped forward: "Don't worry about the kid, come and take this door apart."
"Hey, hey ~ (Cube)" Cicero pushed Tiranus away: "You are lucky, your mother didn't order to kill you ~ (Red Peach)"
嗤 Ka Qiang!
Cicero ’s poker and Jeanne ’s saber cut into the door at the same time, and it fell apart almost instantly, revealing an octagonal altar with a mysterious atmosphere behind it, and the altar was hanging weirdly above it. With a terrifying green hammer all over the body.
Huh—Huh—some kind of
power
that has always protected Elya has fluctuated, and
it
converged into a long black bow in front of the girl, and Elya reached out tentatively to hold it After that, it caught the arrow and pulled it to the full bow.
Due to some inexplicable induction, Ilya knew its name, [Bow of the Nightingale].
"Yo?" Jeanne glanced at the bow, sighing unclearly.
"[Mefara! Noktunal! Polyjessia!]" The hammer on the altar made a sound very similar to the previous one, but it didn't seem so stupid, and it sounded full of anger: "[Dare you dare--] "
"Rotten Apple ~ Hey Hey ~ (Spades)"
"Roar! My anger!"
Boom!
No one tried to communicate with Him, Cicero's flying poker, Joan's stride slash, and the black arrow flying out of the long bow from Ilya's hand, hitting the giant hammer together. on
"[Damn-I remember-]" The voice stopped abruptly, and the green glare on the hammer disappeared like a cracked ice layer, and then fell off the altar with a sound, and the octagonal altar seemed to be lost. What kind of moment became worn out a lot, no longer makes people who see it feel inexplicably mysterious.
"Oh," Jeanne walked over to pick up the hammer and handed it to Tiranus, who was too late to react because it happened so quickly: "Go back and give it to Ms. Cassiti, she will know what to do If you are asked about us, say "Hino Scholar" to say hello to her. As for yourself, don't run out and brush your merits before getting Tolan's approval. "
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