The Collection of The End

——4E, 201, Last Seed Moon, 27th, 17:00——

Mosar City is the most mysterious fiefdom in Skyrim and the capital of Hjaalmarch. Its area is quite small and its economic level is also very low, but it has extremely important strategic significance because it guards the nearest sea entrance to Solitude .

Due to the impact of the seawater intrusion from the large subsidence many years ago, most of the farmland in the territory has been turned into a swamp, but the Deathbell flower that abounds in the swamp is very popular with alchemists, and the income from harvesting and selling them makes up for the Lost farm output.

However, because the mountains in the south of Mosar are the famous ancient ruins Brasilian, and the swamps in the north also revealed many ancient tombs due to the erosion of sea water. There will always be various monsters around the city, so there are almost no travelers. Or the caravans were willing to come, which caused the city to almost maintain its current size and could not expand.

Of course, that was something the lord, Iglod Old Crow, and her steward living in the Hanging Moon Hall needed to consider. As a little girl, Helji only needed to help her mother with some housework.

"Hruga! Are you looking for Alva's bitch again?!" "I just went to drink with Dong Nier! Lailette! You are getting more and more unreasonable!"

Well, he had to cover his ears when his parents were arguing, and Helji buried his head in the futon listening to the quarrel coming from the living room.

Dad Hruga and Donnel are hired workers on the few remaining farms around Mosar City. They have a good relationship and drink together from time to time, while Alva is a strange aunt with fair skin and a low neckline. , she still twists and turns when walking, I don't know why the aunts in the city hate her so much.

"Boom!" Dad slammed the door out, while mother walked into the back room and touched Helji's little head in silence. At this time, Helji could only blink her eyes and say nothing.

"I can't take it anymore," Helji heard her mother say to herself. "How could he spend all his wages on her? He didn't even think about what we were going to do."

"I decided to accept 'his' suggestion. Since Hruga can't control himself, I will control it for him." Helji saw his mother patted his head again, turned around and opened the window and stepped out, like Same as Dad did many times before.

Chi la - Helji, who was about to sleep, heard a strange sound in the air, as if the leaves of the death knell were torn apart, and then a crack emitting a strange red light appeared in front of her.

"Ah, it seems that this incident still happened," following the voice of the young woman, a girl wearing a strange brown robe, black hair, black eyes, and pointy ears came out of the crack, and she looked at Haier Ji, I don't know who I'm talking to: "The deterrent effect of the battle in the Hall of Vigilance is still not enough."

"Sister, who are you?" Helji looked at her pointed ears curiously.

"My name is 'Zera Pesh', you can call me Zela~" The girl raised her hand and touched the girl's head, closing the crack behind her: "I'm here to take you away—shh, don't rush Decline, let’s see what happens next.”

"Hmm..." Helji nodded obediently.

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"Hehe, hehehe——" A moment later, a low nervous laughter sounded outside the window: "Don't blame me, Lailette, Helji, who made you hinder me from being with Alva."

Then there was the sound of some kind of liquid being poured and something being thrown to the ground. Then, the whole house burned, and the flames burst into the sky.

"Sister! You are on fire!" Helji was held in her arms by the self-proclaimed Zela Pesh. She was safe in the sea of ​​fire, but the girl holding her was covered in flames all over her body. From time to time, she could feel that she was dying of pain. Arms tightened.

"Hey, don't worry about me, today is Joan's UP, so I will definitely be able to get it out." Helji didn't understand what this sister was saying at all, and she must have lost her head.

"Father...why does he want to burn my mother and me to death..." After confirming that this strange little sister was fine, Helji looked at the gradually blackened room, and his voice sank.

"It's not surprising at all, after all, we like the new and dislike the old, uh—" Helji felt that Zela's arm holding her tightened due to the pain: "If you recognize his face, come with me."

"But my mother..." Helji turned her head to look at the window that her mother had turned out before.

"Then let's go and have a look, the fire is almost there." Zerapesh, who had been scorched black, shook his body, and pieces of black ash fell, looking exactly the same as when he stepped out of the crack, and This time, no flames could come close to her side.

"...people did a good job of not allowing the fire to spread to surrounding houses."

"Where's Hruga?"

"I saw him go out to find Alva today."

"……Uh."

"Oh, he set the fire, right? I often hear him quarreling with his wife."

As the flames gradually extinguished, the voices of guards and residents gathered in Mosar City to fight the fire also came in.

"Let's go." Zerapesh stopped Helgi with one hand, waved down the burnt roof, and then flew out in the chaos, and no one saw them during the period.

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"Alva is a vampire," Helgi followed Zela into the depths of the swamp and listened to her, "She can affect all the people she touches by sucking blood, but because of her impure blood, she cannot transform others into real vampires." A vampire, so it will only make people fascinated by her and unconditionally biased, Heruga, your father is the most affected."

"If she sucks blood, won't others see it? And it would be weird if she bites someone suddenly, right?" Helji blinked suspiciously.

"Well, after all, there is that, that, even if it bites, it's normal. You're still young, so don't ask." The girl stammered.

"Oh..." Helji nodded in confusion.

"I haven't experienced it!" Zela Pesh suddenly became furious: "Haven't you seen the pig run and eaten pork?"

I didn't say anything... Helji covered her mouth.

"I'm not trying to kill you," she turned her head to look at Helji: "It's with someone who remotely connected with me—then continue to talk about your mother, she met an orthodox vampire when she was collecting medicine. The kind that transforms people, how orthodox is it? It is clear that the chariots and horses say 'I am a vampire, if you want to transform, you can find me', even if you are rejected, you don't take it seriously. The name should be Movas Pichien ...shh."

The female mage stopped in her footsteps, and Helji followed her gaze and looked forward, seeing her mother who had jumped out of the window before entering a small wooden house built on the edge of the swamp.

"...Have you really decided, Ms. Lailette?" Helji heard an elegant and gentle man's voice when Zela approached the cabin quietly.

"Yes, since Heruga has given up on our mother and daughter, there is no need for us to insist on staying with him," Lailette's voice came: "A nobleman like you may need two maids to take care of you." Living?"

"I can transform you into a family member, but not your daughter, you can't decide the rest of her life for her," the man replied, "In addition, although becoming a vampire can indeed make you immortal, you will be afraid of sunlight and silverware, and will You are always thirsting for blood, and anyone who discovers your identity will destroy you without hesitation, even so, do you still persist?"

"I...uh... well, I insist, there is nothing worth nostalgic about that family." Lailette thought for a while, and replied firmly.

"Before then, you'd better ask your daughter what she thinks." Helji was sad when she heard that, and was carried into the house as soon as she saw a flower.

"Mummy—" Helji rushed towards Lailette directly: "Daddy, he set fire to me—"

"What! By God, I shouldn't have left you there, my dear..." Laillet hugged her tightly.

"Then, who is your Excellency?" Although the cabin is small, it is very ornately decorated. The middle-aged man sitting behind the table is dressed in luxurious clothes and bowed slightly to Zerapesh.

"You may call me Zela Pesh," replied the maiden mage, "Miss Hibilly Stant sends you greetings, Mr. Movas Pichien."

"Oh... So, she wants me to move?" Movas sighed: "Since the failure of the Hall of Vigilantes, I have extinguished all ambitions. Even so, is she still worried about me?"

"Obviously, the beating wasn't painful enough," Zerapesh's voice became a little serious: "Some vampires who are unwilling to be lonely are planning something, and have even used the power of the maharaja, what Ms. Sdent means Yes, if you don't want to go back to the Blue Palace, you still have to go to Winterhold to avoid being 'spoiled' by the next battle."

She conjured a sword out of nowhere: "I guarantee your safety as Baron of Winterhold,"

"Those 'silver hands'..." Movas shook his head: "We will withdraw all our dependents and no longer assist any plans—but I remember that there is no hiding place near Winterhold?"

"You must have heard of the recently excavated 'Sattar Ruins'. Due to an accident, its in-depth excavation was shelved indefinitely," Zela replied: "The Nords came to the first place established by Skyrim Province. A city should be worthy of being the first batch of vampires in Skyrim Province."

"..." Movas thought for a moment, then nodded: "If there is no accident, you will not see us for a long time. As for the mother and daughter, whether they become vampires depends on their wishes. We will not force .”

"Father and Alva..." Helji nestled in her mother's arms and refused to look up.

"Need me before leaving?" Movas stood up, and gracefully smoothed out the folds of his clothes.

"No need, for them, living is the punishment." Zela walked over and touched Helji's head again, and then disappeared in place in an instant, leaving only a phantom of a crack.