Vol 2 Chapter 550: Snow Man

Below the wooden planks, under the small spiral staircase, is a quite comfortable space. Although the location is underground and the air is not well circulated, there is a little peculiar smell in the air, but perhaps the guild members here still take good care of their living environment-except for a little dust and dirt on the surrounding ground, there is nothing Any excess slowly decays here, creating a peculiar smell.
I walked a few steps forward, and it didn’t happen—the entrance of such an organization would naturally have a preventive measure to prevent outsiders from entering. The simplest one is to dig multiple channels, but only one. The road can lead to the true destination-if you can't find it, then you will have to go back unwillingly.
Heliga looked at the fork in front of him-when the ground reached the fork, it became a dirt-resistant masonry road, without clear footprints or traces. The dark and deep hole seemed to be bottomless, and there were only traces of it under the illumination of low light. In this case, if Bernardo wants to find their hiding place from here, I am afraid it will consume some energy and time.
"That fellow Javier...play this kind of trick with me." Bernardo sneered. He still couldn't see the little abacus of that sneaky little thief? He informed Bernardo of the correct location, but did not mention the choice of this fork. In this way, if Bernardo fails to find himself, he can naturally slip away; in other words, it is the last hope that he will not be held accountable. Even if Bernardo found him, he could also excuse that he had forgotten in a panic at the time, or he could flatter it, saying that with Bernardo's ability, he didn't need his own reminder or the like.
However, if he is really holding the latter thought, it is correct-Bernardo made a casual gesture, and the two marks are in his hands, walking along the left and right channels respectively. , Like the messenger of Pathfinder.
"Yes." Bernardo smiled-it seems that the person who designed this defense facility is still not professional enough, and does not understand the first and most confusing way, it should be-don't set the first branch as a dead end .

"Still not here?" The blonde girl slapped the table fiercely. Although her strength was so small that the table was not shaking as violently as she had imagined, she still waited for all the people in the thieves' union. Frightened, "It's all the next day."
"That...Miss Alice." A sly-eyed man smiled aside, "Well...you see it's so late, you continue to stay here, it seems..."
"I'm okay." The woman named Alice categorically said, "I must wait today."
"...Then I'll bring you tea." Several staff members read helplessly in each other's eyes-there is no way, since they are the distinguished guests from the Rift Valley Headquarters who asked to take good care of them, they can only accompany her. Together.
"No need." Seeing everyone's expressions, Alice's expression eased slightly, "You all rest... and there is no need to let you stay with me. I just need to stay here alone."
"but……"
"Don't worry." The girl lifted her cuffs and shook the dazzling decorations on her wrists-a little dark green came into view. Although it was fleeting, everyone exclaimed after seeing what it was.
"You are... the Archmage of Winterhold?" The waiter said in surprise. The simple dark green coat of arms is a signal to the outside world of Winterhold Magic Academy. And looking at the bracelet just now, the whole body is dark green. It must be a fine product made of moonstone and malachite, rather than an ordinary object made of steel. The price of a pound of moonstone on the market has surpassed seven hundred Septin gold coins, and malachite is even better, because the High Elves of Summerset cut off the commerce of malachite, and Tamriel’s own continent The output of malachite is very low, causing the price to have soared to one thousand and one hundred Septim gold coins per pound, and there is a trend of continuing to soar upwards.
In other words, even if it is not an enchanting accessory, it is already quite expensive in terms of the value of the material itself.
Women who have such enchanted accessories must be skilled in magic, and there should be no problem facing the beasts that occasionally attack. If she is in danger, what is the use of her own group in a crisis of that degree?
After all, Xueman is just a transfer station for the thieves' union to sell stolen goods, and an intelligence point, not a very complete union facility.
After figuring this out, these people had to let Alice go. However, Alice herself regretted this a little bit, because after she found out that the guys she had troubled before were gone, it would be boring to stay here alone.
"Forget it... it's a rare opportunity, just look at this book." From the package, she pulled out a "A Brief History of Skyrim" given to her by the old man on the journey, and she slumped in a chair and read the book. .
"The Nord's records are really...like the teachers and the others said, there is always one and no one, not talking intermittently, and always not picking the key points." Alice curled her lips. She had read everything before. They are very professional magic and academic books. She really hasn’t read this kind of historical science books that are purely for pastime. Especially for people who don’t like magicians. She had never been in contact with a girl from a magical family.
Unconsciously, in the complaint, Alice was also interested in this general undergraduate reading, and was also very interested in the back, the pages turned quickly. In this book, she can also find the shadows of some important historical events mentioned in the professional readings she has read before, such as the third war of the elves, such as the Millennium Dragon Broken.
"Hmm... I almost forgot." She suddenly remembered that she was actually a girl waiting for her stuff to arrive, and woke up from the immersion, "But they seem to be right... At this time there is no possibility of anyone in this place. Well."
However, the next moment, it seemed that it was deliberately to deny the girl's judgment-the concealed door was gently pushed open. It seemed that the people had not had time to lock the door when they left; and the uninvited guest in front of him looked a little bit Strange—Alice thought so. Naturally, she could see that the clothes on the boy had been enchanted, but his appearance was a little bit ashamed.