The Collection of The End

I am Joan of Arc and the Night Mother.

Phew, I am Akatosh!

— 4E, 201, Hearthfire, 8th, 17:51 —

The Reach is a large fiefdom in the southwest of Skyrim Province. Unlike the plain landform of Xueman and the basin landform of Falkreath, most of the landform of this fiefdom is occupied by rolling mountains. The Cass River and its tributaries originating from the snow-capped mountains in the south pass through these mountains, and many river bends with gentle flow are suitable settlements. However, if you decide to settle here, you have to be responsible for your own safety.

Markarth, the capital of Rich, is an ancient dwarf relic. It is located in the westernmost mountain wall of the territory. Outside the city is the only plain in the entire territory. Merchants from other territories travel to Markarth through the road there. Selling food and buying minerals in the city - due to the mountains, the food production in Reach is very low, but the mineral resources are rich, especially silver mines, which caused the robbers from other territories to migrate to Reach and directly became black mine owners .

Black mine owner——

"Hey hey hey~ (Spades)"

Cicero was walking in the mountains, and because he thought of something interesting, he suddenly grinned strangely at Jeanne Darc.

The lady in black armor just cast a disgusted glance at him when she heard the sound, while the little girl with silver hair looked at him in panic.

"Why, what's the matter? Monsieur Cicero? Enemies?"

"Oh~Of course not~(Plum Blossom), even if there is, don't bother our little princess to do it~(Heart)" He made an ancient ceremony in Gaoyan Province that had been abandoned for hundreds of years towards Ilia, and waited eagerly respond.

"This, that's it..." Ilya didn't seem to understand the gesture at all, and after letting out a sigh of relief, she continued to climb the mountain with Rangna.

Although there is a large road that is easy for horse-drawn carriages to travel from Falkreese to Macarth City, the journey is much longer. Astrid judged that Gallus might take a shortcut in the mountains, so he went to execute the contract Rangna and Ilya who insisted on finding her father also chose this path.

As for why Cicero went? Of course because—the listener can go wherever he wants~

"Oh~ After Cicero left, there will be no one to protect my mother~ (square)" He was still asking himself in his heart one second, and sighed with aria in the next second.

"You can go back now." Jeanne Darclaw turned to Cicero after leading Illya up a gentle slope.

"No~ (square) Mother let me follow you~ (plum blossom)" Cicero lied confidently with his hips on his hips.

"...Okay." Jeanna's already disgusted eyes seemed to be even more disgusted, and she turned around and led Ilya downhill.

Oh, of course, of course, my mother didn't say this, and I came here purely for my own purposes, but as long as my mother didn't directly refute it, it means that there is no problem with this sentence, doesn't it?

As for what is the purpose? Cicero himself is not very clear, perhaps because he saw that she can freely switch between the two forms? Maybe it was seeing her leading Ilya out of the black door in a grand manner?

What is the most beautiful music in life? The answer to going from the outside to the inside is of course silence, but that poor little girl had to go from the inside to the outside. When even Astrid couldn't figure out how to get out, this Ms. Jeanne Darc just let Ellie Ya stood there quietly without making a sound, and after a few minutes the black door slid open by itself.

That's right! It is "silence"!

Words are needed from the outside to the inside, and actions are needed from the inside to the outside—so how does the code word "innocence" in the Sanctuary of Morningstar act?

"Wow woof~ meow meow~ (heart)" Cicero began to learn how to hop a rabbit.

"Sister Jeanne? What's wrong with Mr. Cicero?" "Don't look at him, it's contagious." "Oh."

Why do people always think they are crazy? Cicero thought as he jumped up and down.

Whether it is Skyrim Province or Cyrodiil Province, everyone is obviously afraid of the Holy Spirit and Demon God, but they have no awe for the [Night Mother] who has the same power as them, the only difference is that they can directly contact [Night Mother]. A bunch of idiots are trying to rob her.

Even within the fraternity, few people worship the mother as a holy spirit or a demon god, not to mention the group of fraternities in the Skyrim Province who always want to use her and have lost their traditions for a long time, even Cyrodiil's headquarters , There are also a lot of guys with disrespectful thoughts.

The former listener Alisan Dapney announced that her mother gave them the ability to summon the souls of ancient assassins, allowing them to carry forward the Dark Brotherhood in Cyrodiil Province, and the brother and sister Ganag and Andronika even declared that Chosen by her mother as the guardian of the iron coffin, no one is allowed to approach.

Afterwards, Lasha and Pontius also claimed that they had received orders from the Night Mother, and after having a secret conversation with Dapney, they became the so-called second listeners and third listeners—what the hell are those things? !

Cicero jumped into the river in a rage and stabbed a mud crab disguised as a stone with his dagger.

"Thank you, thank you." Ilya, who was about to fill the water bag beside him, thanked blankly.

"Hmph!" Cicero, who was filled with anger by the memory, turned and left.

"Sister Jeanna..." "Tell me to ignore him."

"Mother~ (Hearts)" As a listener, the most important skill is not to be influenced by emotions. Cicero quickly dispelled his anger, began to weed around and said to himself: "Jeanne Dahl Ke is too difficult to pronounce, how about I call her 'Jean of Arc'?"

"[Yes]." A light and misty, soft female voice seemed to sound in my ears with a certain rhythm.

Like the previous few times, the mother will not question any of his actions, as long as Cicero opens his mouth to pray, she will definitely respond - although if the frequency is too frequent, he will be scolded [shut up].

Look, this is the listener, those guys who always say "the night mother has an order to kill so and so" and "the night mother asked us to do something" have played in the province of Cyrodiil Everyone is well.

Decades ago, my mother walked out of the iron coffin, killed the attackers who besieged the last position of the Sanctuary, and left behind a powerful spell, but what my mother really told them, [Go to Skyrim Province], was completely ignored .

Cicero found out this matter from the dusty archives after he was fed up with the contradictory "order of the night mother" that those guys said.

Obviously, they are more happy to make a fortune in the relaxed environment after the end of the Empire and Thalmer Wars than to develop in the province of Skyrim, which is still mired in civil war.

That being the case, it’s okay for Cicero to take his mother away, anyway, they won’t listen, and they don’t have the courage to open the iron coffin. When someone with conscience finds out and confesses to the Night Mother, they find that the Night Mother has already died. If it disappears...

"Hey hey~ (Spades)" he grinned triumphantly.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"Monster? Where? (Spades)" Cicero looked around in surprise upon hearing this.

"You come down first." Jeanne Darc, oh no, Joan kicked the big tree next to the grass.

"Oh~ (square)" He let go of the vines on the tree and ended the upside-down posture.

"Mr. Cicero, what are you doing on the tree?" Illya's attitude when talking with him has become more natural.

"I heard that there are oath-sworn wanderers nearby~(cube)" Cicero said mysteriously, "It's obviously a human, but it has a pair of antlers, and when it sees outsiders, it can't help but kill them, so I want to find some branches to tie them. Pretending to be antlers on the head~ (Hearts)”

"I think the person who just ran away is..." Ilya looked in the direction of the escaped person.

"Huh? (Spades)" Cicero quickly summoned two lavender rectangles on his fingertips - "poker": "Mother~ Can the oath-sworn kill~ (Hearts)"

"No...huh!" Joan of Arc seemed to want to answer, but then turned around when she realized something was wrong.

"[No, except for the 'Heart of Thorns' whose heart has been replaced, none can be killed.]" The voice of the Night Mother sounded in Cicero's mind.

"Understood~ (Hearts)" He waved his hand abruptly, and the two poker flew in the direction where the oath-breaker was escaping.

Therefore, the guys in the Cyrodiil Sanctuary are too self-righteous. Mother will never order someone to be assassinated for money, unless that person really has a way to kill.

Contrary to the public's impression, the mother is actually very keen on saving people, such as the family of the farmer who was about to be killed by a vampire not long ago.

After coming to Skyrim Province, his mother stopped being silent and taught him many skills, but neither "crazy poker", "flexible love" or "frivolous illusion" are all weapons for killing people. The ability of the undead to masquerade as the dead.

To talk about the reason for doing that, a sentence that my mother said unintentionally may explain: "The king of Hades wants people to die at the third watch, who dares to keep them until the fifth watch?" This sentence seems to be the language unique to demon gods. Didn't get it, but it seems to mean "if someone should die at midnight, no one is allowed to kill him before eleven".

This is the authority that the wife of "Nothing" Sithis should have! The behavior of someone collecting money to kill someone after holding a ceremony is simply unsightly! The time of anyone's death is up to her to decide! That's why mother came to Skyrim Province to stop these idiots!

"Hey hey hey~ (Hearts)" Cicero laughed again, but Joan of Arc and Illya had no time to pay attention to him as they were paying attention to the direction in which the poker flew away.

"Ah—hey?" "Crack!" There was a small and weird voice from that direction.

Hush——After a while, the poker flew back, each with an antler on it.

Cut off the antlers on the hat with a summoning weapon, snatch them away with telekinesis, and then use a transformation spell to stick them on the summoning weapon and bring them back. It really doesn’t sound very handsome, but my mother’s ability to name her is also first-class~

"For you~beautiful lady~" Cicero picked up the antlers from the Forsworn One's head, and handed it to Illya with a solemn face.

"Uh, thank you, this is the first time I have received gifts from men, although I don't know what they are for." Ilya took them carefully.

Snapped! Joan next to her patted her forehead ornament: "Go, the old Haldane Inn is in front of me. I don't want to be retaliated by a group of oath-breakers when camping in the wild."