Chapter 238: Clown and Nightingale

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My name is Akatosh,
I do n’t have a saint like you! Take the apple away!
4E, 201, the month of the fire, 4th, 10: 43
"Cute little apple ~ (red peach)"
In the public hall of the Dark Brotherhood Sanctuary near Falkreath, Cicero is walking towards Babette. If in the city, a weird man in a weird clown costume is so close to a little girl, Even if she did not frighten away, the guard would rush to intervene immediately.
"If you dare to be close to me within a meter, all the blood on your body will disappear directly." Babet stared at Cicero, but the soft voice was not deterrent.
"Oh-(square), what do you say ~ (spades)" Cicero passed her by two meters from Babette, then turned back with a very surprised expression.
"Well, there is no one else in this direction. It's useless even if you're stupid." The little girl grinned at Cicero, revealing a pair of pointed little tiger teeth.
"No, no, no, it doesn't mean you don't see it ~ (Peach)" Cicero shook his finger at Babbitt, then turned around and raised his hand to press the void in front of him: "Hello, Apple ~ (Spades) "
"Hey ... I thought I was invisible." A human figure appeared in the clown's position, and then the figure quickly began to fill the content, and finally became a male Yaron wearing dark leather armor.
Judging from his emerald green skin, it can barely be called an "apple".
"Okay, I can't perceive cold-blooded animals." Babet turned his head.
"Oh, he's the newcomer who scared them off? It looks like an ordinary lunatic. It must be that your stealth technique has regressed, Savila." As the slightly sharp female voice sounded, the public On the second floor of the hall, a woman wearing a large white cloak appeared, but because of her condescending relationship, the hood did not cover her face at all, and she could clearly see that she had a typical dark elf face.
"Well ... the leaders have a mission in their hands." The lizardman known as Savila looks unspoken, and after a few sentences he gave up in silence.
"Yes ~ I am a madman ~ (square) and the doctor's certificate ~ (Peach)" At the next moment, Cicero suddenly disappeared in place and appeared in front of the dark elf, opening a sketch to her face The yellowed paper: "Do you want to see it? (Spades)"
"Go away!" A pair of sleeved swords popped out of the dark elf's hand in a moment, and he drew a few cold faces towards the clown in front of him.
"Oh! Don't hurt it ~ It has been with me for a long time ~ (Cube)" Cicero protected the paper, dodges a few exaggerated movements, and then "accidentally" fell off the second floor.
"Hey ... if he is really just a normal lunatic, how could he stay here?" Savila sat with a sigh and started pouring himself wine.
"Thank you ~ (Peach) Thank you ~ (Peach)" Cicero fell to the ground, then bowed to the surrounding "spectators" again and again.
"Even if you are strong, you must follow our rules." The dark elf seemed a little surprised by his attack and froze for a moment before putting away his weapon and looking down at the clown.
After Cicero saluted the "audience" downstairs, he suddenly turned his head and bowed to the dark elf, and then said, "Whysoserious?"
"Boom!" The next moment, an explosion occurred at the feet of the dark elf. Although it was not powerful, it blew her black-well, it was even darker.
"You guys! I'm going to kill you!" The dark elf re-ejected the sleeve sword and rushed towards Cicero, who was grimacing at her.
"Stop it, Gabriella," a steady but powerful hand pressed down on the dark elf's shoulder while a thick male voice sounded: "You are not his opponent."
"but--"
"You were first frightened to initiate an attack, and he just returned a flame rune, which is still within the range allowed by the 'discipline', but if you still want to attack now, he will have the right to kill you directly. "
The owner of the voice showed a figure. He looked over forty, with a typical Nord face, dark brown hair, green eyes, and a small moustache on his upper lip. Although his presence was strong, but When you look away, you will find that he has almost no characteristics to describe, and he will disappear from his impression if he is not careful.
"Master Galus." "Yo ~ Little Gagar, are you finally willing to come out?" Savila and Babette greeted the man, but the titles were slightly different.
"Oh? Hehehe ~ (square)" Cicero stared at the middle-aged man with a low groan.
"Hello, Mr. Cicero." The figure of the man called Galus disappeared for a moment, and then appeared in front of him as Cicero did not long ago, but kept a suitable distance for conversation. This act The odd smile that kept Cicero on his face was lighter.
"I personally welcome you and the night mother's arrival," Galus continued. "Your arrival means a traditional revival, and we don't have to go through rumors to engage with the employer of the dark ceremony."
"Oh ~ you are really a friendly person ~ Mother must love you ~ (Peach)" Cicero's response is still very exaggerated.
"So, your behavior was not motivated by the night mother, but only because you were personally dissatisfied with us," Galus asserted.
"What? How dare you—" Gabriella's eyes widened.
"Mr. Cicero has arrived in Skyrim Province long ago, but inexplicably took the night mother's coffin to cruise around. From the current information, he has visited at least two cities, Xueman and Morningstar." Nazir from the second The information room in the building protruded, supplementing Galus's words.
"Obviously, after investigating the behavior of the Dark Brotherhood in Skyrim Province, Mr. Cicero reached the conclusion that these people will not value the night mother at all. Since he arrived at the sanctuary last night, he pretended to be crazy and fool. Judging from the behavior of the leaders, you deliberately didn't want us to ask about the oracles of the night mother, "Galus touched his moustache and smiled at the corner of his mouth:" Let me guess, what is the reason? "
"Hey, hey ~ If you don't listen to your mother's teachings, you will be sentenced to death ~ (square)" Cicero replied.
"The reason is that [Yemu] will not change because of our previous attitude towards her. Any inquiries will get a true and reliable answer. This is from the upside down of you, but she can tell you the black door password without disapproval. See it. "The confidence on Galus' face became more apparent:" Now, please tell me what Yemu said about my words, Yemu's saint, 'listener' Mr. Cicero. "
"Huh, eh? (Spades) Do you really want to listen? (Square)" Cicero looked at Galus with his head shaking.
"Of course." The middle-aged man nodded without hesitation: "If I guess right, you will not allow yourself to distort the oracle of the night mother."
"Mother said ~" Cicero grinned: "You are a [coward] [negative] [shame of the guild] [natural enemies of women]."
"..." The members of the Dark Brotherhood were silent.
Some reasonable and well-founded analysis has made everyone confirm the authenticity of the night mother oracle, but is the result self-exposed?
Babet casts a despise gaze at Galus, and Gabriella, who was just rescued by him, quietly moved two steps away.
"Uh, this ..." Galus seemed to be justifying one or two.
"Mother said ~ (Red Heart)" Cicero's look to find the scene: "[If you want to deny, I will kill you]."
"..." Gallus sweated in his head, daring not to say a word.
"Hey ... I kind of understand why he's crazy." Xavier sighed and drank fruit wine.
"Hey, hey ~ (heart)" Cicero turned to the lizardman, and after waiting for a while, he didn't seem to receive the oracle, and turned back.
"My business will wait, I will not deny it. The question now is-" Galus wanted to change the subject.
"Mother said ~" Cicero glared at him: "[Don't allow you to change the topic! Cicero, you are not allowed to be foolish!], Oh ... the latter sentence is for me."
"Okay, follow your oracle ..." Galus continued to wipe the sweat.
"[Now open my coffin]?" Cicero turned his head to look at the night mother iron coffin placed next to the underground water pool: "Are you sure? Oh, okay, okay, I'm not nonsense ~ (红桃)"
So the members of the Brotherhood, who had nothing to say for various reasons, watched Cicero walk past slowly, and opened the iron coffin of the Night Mother.
When they thought they would see a shriveled old lady's body, what appeared in front of them was a giant white cocoon, and-a comatose girl who was falling forward.
"Oh? Mother, are you going to teach the bully in person? (Cube)" Cicero tried to pick her up: "I--"
"Sylvia !?" Galus appeared next to Cicero in almost the same way as before, and pushed him aside directly, catching the girl himself: "No, no, she should be ... But how could ... "
"Mother said ~ [Do you think the power of the" nightingale "can be transferred casually?]" Cicero stepped back and began to make a megaphone: "[She didn't want to endure this kind of pain, and didn't want her mother to continue to worry, held The Dark Ritual wants the Brotherhood to kill herself.] "
"Eliya ..." Galus turned away the hair in front of the girl and looked at the familiar and strange face, his voice trembling and looked up at the giant cocoon in the iron coffin: "Please save her ..."
"Mother said ... uh ... needless to say? Okay ~ (Peach)" Cicero shrugged and walked aside.
Fur-Huh-
The wind was blowing, but the direction of the wind was the iron coffin. Galus watched in surprise as the "cocoon" gradually spread out. Those "cloth belts" that he thought were shrouds began to bloom brightly but not dazzlingly. The white light of him protruded like a self-conscious, and took the girl from Galus.
"Tape" wrapped the girl loosely, and because of their dispersal, everyone saw the delicate appearance of the "Night Mother" and the blue body also wrapped with the tape, not like a shriveled old man. Mrs.
brush--
The girl entangled with the cloth tape suddenly emits white light. After everyone closed his eyes subconsciously and turned his head, the flying "cloth tape" and "night mother" have disappeared, and the iron coffin has closed itself.
The only difference was that the girl who fell in Galus's arms had stopped her painful gasp, and she had only gray hair, but she was completely white.
After struggling for a while, the girl slowly opened her eyes and looked to the worried Gallus in front of her:
"father?"
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