The Collection of The End

My name is Akatosh,

I don't have saints like you! Take the apples away!

— 4E, 201, Hearthfire, 4th, 10:43 —

"Cute little apple~(heart peach)"

In the public hall of the Dark Brotherhood Sanctuary near Falkreath, Cicero is twisting his way towards Babette, if in the city a queer man in a queer clown suit was so close to a little girl, Even if she didn't run away in fright, the guards would come to intervene immediately.

"If you dare to get within one meter of me, all the blood on your body will disappear immediately." Babette glared at Cicero, but the soft childish voice had no deterrent effect at all.

"Oh—(diamond), what did you say~(spades)" Cicero passed her two meters away from Babette, and then turned around with a very surprised expression.

"Hmph, there's no one else in this direction, so it's useless even if you pretend to be stupid." The little girl grinned at Cicero, revealing a pair of pointed canine teeth.

"No, no, you can't see it doesn't mean you don't have it~ (Heart)" Cicero shook his finger at Babette, then turned around and raised his hand to press the void in front of him: "Little Apple, hello ~(Spades)"

"Hey... I thought I was invisible." A humanoid silhouette appeared where the clown was pressing, and then the silhouette quickly began to fill in the content, and finally turned into a male Argonian wearing dark leather armor.

Judging from his emerald green skin, he could barely be called an "apple".

"Well, I can't perceive cold-blooded animals." Babette tilted his head.

"Hehe, he is the rookie who scared Astrid and the others away? He looks like an ordinary lunatic. Your stealth skills must have regressed, Savera." With a slightly shrill female voice, the public A woman wearing a white cloak appeared on the second floor of the hall, 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 and the others have a mission." The lizardman named Savela seemed not good at speaking, and after explaining half a sentence, he gave up.

"That's right~ I'm a lunatic~ (diamond) and the doctor's certificate~ (hearts)" The next moment, Cicero suddenly disappeared in place and appeared in front of the dark elf, unfolding a picture in front of her face. Yellowing paper: "Would you like to see it? (Spades)"

"Go away!" The dark elf popped out a pair of hidden swords instantly, and drew several cold lights towards the clown in front of him.

"Oh! Don't hurt it~ It's been with me for a long time~ (square)" Cicero protected the piece of paper, dodged a few times exaggeratedly, and then "accidentally" fell from the second floor.

"Hey... If he is really just an ordinary lunatic, how could he still stay here?" Savira sighed and sat down at the dining table and started pouring fruit wine for herself.

"Thank you~ (Hearts) Thank you everyone~ (Hearts)" Cicero landed with a somersault, and then repeatedly bowed to the surrounding "audience".

"Even if you are very capable, you must follow our rules." The dark elf seemed a little surprised that his attack failed, and after a moment of sluggishness, he put away his weapon and looked at the clown downstairs.

After saluting to the "audience" downstairs, Cicero suddenly turned his head and bowed to the dark elf, then said, "Why so?"

"Boom!" The next moment, an explosion occurred at the Dark Elf's feet. Although the power wasn't that great, it blackened her—well, it blackened her even more.

"You bastard! I'm going to kill you!" The dark elf flicked out the Hidden Blade again and was about to charge towards Cicero who was making a face at her.

"Stop, Gabriela," a steady but powerful hand pressed the dark elf's shoulder, and at the same time a thick male voice sounded: "You are not his match."

"But--"

"You are frightened first and initiate the attack,

And he just responded with a fire rune, which is still within the allowed range of 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 his figure. He looked over forty, with a typical Nord face, dark brown hair, emerald green eyes, and a small mustache on his upper lip. Although he had a strong sense of presence, but After looking away, you will find that he has almost no characteristics that can be described, and he will disappear from the impression if he is not paying attention.

"Master Gallus." "Yo~ Little Gaga, are you finally willing to come out?" Savela and Babette greeted the man, but there were some subtle differences in their address.

"Oh? Hehehe~ (square)" Cicero stared at the middle-aged man and let out a low, strange smile.

"Hello, Mr. Cicero." The figure of the man called Gallus disappeared for a moment, and then appeared in front of him as Cicero did not long ago, but kept a distance suitable for conversation. The weird smile that had been on Cicero's face all the time faded a little.

"I personally welcome you and the Night Mother very much," Gallus continued. "Your arrival means the revival of tradition, and at the same time, we don't have to continue to use rumors to contact employers who hold dark rituals."

"Oh~ you are such a friendly person~ mother must like you very much~ (heart)" Cicero's response was still very exaggerated.

"So, your behavior is not at the behest of the Night Mother, but only because you are personally dissatisfied with us." Gallus asserted.

"What? How dare you—" Gabriela's eyes widened.

"Mr. Cicero has arrived in Skyrim Province long ago, but somehow he took the coffin of the Night Mother around to cruise around. Judging from the current information, he has been to at least two cities, Snowman and Morningstar." Nazr said from two Lou's intelligence room poked its head out to supplement Gallus' words.

"Obviously, after investigating the behavior of the Dark Brotherhood in Skyrim, Mr. Cicero came to the conclusion that 'these people don't take the Night Mother seriously'. Judging from the behavior of the leaders, you deliberately don't want us to ask the oracle of the Night Mother," Gallus touched his mustache, and smiled at the corner of his mouth: "Let me guess, what is the reason?"

"Hey hey hey~ Anyone who doesn't listen to mother's instruction will be punished~ (square)" Cicero answered the question.

"The reason is that [Night Mother] will not change because of our previous attitude towards her. Any inquiry will get a true and reliable answer. This can be done from the fact that you are acting upside down, but she does not bother to tell you the black door password." You can see it." The confidence on Gallus's face became more and more obvious: "Now, please tell me, the Night Mother's evaluation of my words, the Saint of the Night Mother, Mr. 'Listener' Cicero."

"Huh, eh? (Spades) Do you really want to listen? (Diamonds)" Cicero shook his head and looked at Gallus.

"Of course." The middle-aged man nodded without hesitation: "If my guess is correct, you will not allow yourself to distort the oracle of the Night Mother."

"Mother said~" Cicero grinned: "You are a [coward] [a heartbreaker] [a disgrace to the guild] [the natural enemy of women]."

"..." All the members of the Dark Brotherhood present were silent.

After some well-founded analysis, everyone confirmed the authenticity of Ye Mother's oracle, but the result was self-exposure?

Babette cast a disdainful look at Gallus, and Gabriela, who had just been rescued by him, quietly moved away two steps.

"Uh, this..." Gallus seemed to be trying to defend himself or herself.

"Mother said it~ (Red Heart)" Cicero looked as if he wanted to regain his position: "[If you want to deny it, I will kill you]."

"..." Gallus' brow was sweating, and he didn't dare to say a word.

"Hey... I kind of understand why he went crazy." Savis sighed while drinking the fruit wine.

"Hey hey hey~ (red heart)" Cicero turned to the lizardman, waited for a while as if he didn't receive the oracle, and then turned back.

"Let's talk about my business later, I won't deny it, the problem now is—" Gallus wanted to change the subject.

"Mother said~" Cicero glared at him, "[Don't change the subject! Cicero, don't pretend to be a tiger!], oh...the last sentence is for me."

"Okay, follow your oracle..." Gallus continued to wipe his sweat.

"[Open my coffin now]?" Cicero turned his head to look at the Iron Coffin of the Night Mother placed next to the underground pool: "Are you sure? Oh, okay, okay, I don't talk nonsense~ (Hearts)"

So the members of the Brotherhood who had nothing to say for various reasons watched Cicero walk over unsteadily and forcefully opened the iron coffin of the Night Mother.

When they thought they would see the corpse of a shriveled old lady, what appeared in front of them was something like a giant white callus, and——a unconscious girl who was falling forward.

"Oh? Mother, are you going to come down and teach that heartless man in person? (square)" Cicero tried to pick her up: "I—"

"Sylvia!?" Gallus appeared next to Cicero in almost the same way as before, pushed him aside, and caught the girl by himself: "No, no, she should be... But how come..."

"Mother said~ [Do you think the power of 'Nightingale' can be transferred at will?]" Cicero took a few steps back and began to act as a mouthpiece: "[Because she couldn't bear this pain and didn't want her mother to continue to worry, she held The Dark Ritual wants the Brotherhood to kill herself.]”

"Illya..." Gallus brushed aside the hair in front of the girl, looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar face, raised his head to look at the giant cocoon in the iron coffin with a trembling voice: "Please save her..."

"Mother said...uh... needless to say? Alright~ (Hearts)" Cicero shrugged and stepped aside.

Fu——hu——

There was a wind blowing, but the direction of the wind was the iron coffin. Gallus watched in amazement that the "giant cocoon" gradually spread out, and the "cloth belts" that he thought were shrouds began to bloom bright but not dazzling. The white light came over as if it had self-awareness, and took the girl from Gallus.

The "cloth belt" loosely wound the girl up, and as they spread out, everyone present could see the delicate appearance of the "Night Mother" and the blue body that was also wrapped with the cloth belt, not at all like a shriveled old man Mrs.

brush--

The girl entangled in the cloth belt suddenly emitted white light. After everyone subconsciously closed their eyes and turned their heads, the flying "cloth belt" and "Night Mother" disappeared, and the iron coffin closed itself.

The only difference was that the girl who had fallen into Gallus's arms had stopped panting in agony, and her golden hair, which was only a little gray, had become completely white.

After fighting for a while, the girl slowly opened her blood-red eyes, and looked at the worried Gallus in front of her:

"dad?"