The Collection of The End

My name is Akatosh,

What are you doing up in the middle of the night?

——4E, 201, Hearthfire, 18th, 0:00——

"Hey hey~ (Hearts) Mother~ It's a new day, do you have any new tasks~ (Spades)"

"Woooooo... help..."

"Zag! You are nocturnal again!"

"Heh... living in the temple of the God of Steam, I am not afraid of God's punishment."

"Sophie—hungry—"

It’s clearly midnight, and the guys I’m monitoring are even more noisy than during the day, but I can’t leave them alone. If you remind your sister just before something bad happens and then go to the emergency, Zela Pe Shi and Joan are sure to lose their horses.

I used to laugh at Arthur that the current BOSS is the future soldier. As a result, the multi-threaded processing that I only encountered once in the past is now a daily routine.

Thankfully, Arthur, Emil, and Zela are all asleep, and I can take care of them in the Songard courtyard.

Anyway, the first one is—

——0:01——

Dark Brotherhood Sanctuary, Intelligence Room.

Sister A still hasn't returned, but the others seem to have been bluffed by Cicero's big words. Nazr put together the information gathered so far, such as the list of "dark rituals have been held" and "dark rituals are likely to be held" and All the contents of the commission were handed over to Cicero for review.

Then the clown picked out a group of those contracts, and asked the "Night Mother" one by one whether it was acceptable. I don't know whether he hit the right thing or guessed my principle. These targets all used different means to intentionally hurt others. Just like Namira's group of believers, if the Brotherhood completes this kind of contract, these goals will basically be thrown to Artayum in the end.

Then there are some people who have made mistakes and are hated by others, or who "know too much" because they are passively involved in certain things. This batch of contracts is also acceptable. Those with magical aptitude will transform it into another person.

The last batch is the ritual contract that the client has problems and the target is basically innocent. They will be ignored. Even if someone accepts it forcibly and executes it, it will fail inexplicably like the previous few times.

[Atayum is afraid that it will be overcrowded] The stupid system complained.

‘Since the mages of the religious order have taken away the [Eye of Magnus], they have to work hard honestly. '

"Hey hey~ (Hearts) Mother~ It's a new day, do you have any new tasks~ (Spades)" On the screen, Cicero jumped up and down in front of the night mother's iron coffin.

I really want Joan to get up and give him a kick.

"【No】"

——0:02——

In the mountains southwest of Solitary City, the Altar of Poyt.

Cauldrons, alchemy tables, drying herbs and strange medicinal materials, many tents for the sick to rest, these things make the area around the altar look like a healer's camp, and it is.

When I kicked Poyt out of the game, I thought his saint should be a lunatic dedicated to spreading the plague, and I found him to deal with it, but it turned out that he was a wandering doctor who researched and cured various plagues. The behavior near the altar of Poyt seems strange, but those who have been cured will only think that the master wants to express an attitude of challenging the plague god.

Clean Kaishi, this name inherits the hard-to-pronounce and difficult-to-understand naming style of the tiger people. The patients screamed and somehow simplified it into "White Stone", and finally it was added by those grateful patients who did not know how to repay A "Holy" prefix.

Although I don't know what the original Poyt thought of him, judging from the lines of faith provided by those who were healed, the skinny dragon probably can only recognize it by pinching its nose.

"Woooooo... help..." Eddie Septim,

The princess double was sleeping in a sleeping bag in a tent in the camp, but she kept muttering to herself in pain, "Why are you chasing me..."

Mercer Frey and Stamzi Auchendo were quickly recording the effects of the medicine and their dreams on the table beside them.

In this regard, I can only say that these two guys are smart enough. After Moser took Eddie away, at most he grabbed her hand for teleportation, and Baishi's disciple Ao Chenduo asked Eddie to smell the incense. I passed her opinion, and Eddie agreed for some reason, and the result was that I couldn't find a reason to teach them a lesson.

[They are using the nightmares of various demons attacking her to try out how the princess can kill the demons]

‘It’s a good idea, but unfortunately it’s not realistic. '

Even if Moser really captured Amir, he would not get the result. After all, the "Demon Eye of Death" can only be used on living things, things in dreams... the nightmare where she strayed into Varmina before, she had to wait Arthur to save?

There is no problem here for the time being, just use Valmina's priesthood to give her a sweet dream, then the next one is...

——0:03——

Winterhold, Mage Academy.

After I rescued Margaret, she was habitually thrown into the Mage Academy because she was a magician. As for her being a spy of the Imperial Legion, I only talked to Savos Aran and several masters of various schools. , Ask them to strengthen the confidentiality of information that is inconvenient to disclose.

But not long ago, Cixiang Guiluo seemed to be planning to gather a group of magicians to conduct research on the "new magic system", and Margaret was among the invitations, making people puzzled.

After Margaret readily agreed, she began to communicate the research progress to Solitary City from time to time. The masters thought that the content was not up to the standard of "not to disclose", so they simply let it go.

However, other apprentices who noticed the clues and had a strong sense of collective honor decided to find evidence to expose her. The tiger man Zag, who was confident in stealth, volunteered to search Margaret's house in the middle of the night when she was out. Got caught.

"Zag! You are traveling at night again!" Gui Luo shouted.

"Hush—Aunt Guiluo, shush—" Zager waved his hands and shook his head.

"What? Do you want to intercede for yourself? Seeing as you just went out, turn around and go back immediately, and I'll pretend you never came out." Gui Luo walked over with a lantern.

"Zag is not afraid of punishment—" the Khajiit lowered his voice: "but Zag cannot tolerate spies in the academy—we are sure that Margaret is secretly sending messages—"

"Heh, do you want to say that in the 'Magic Research Department' I formed, the person in charge of the 'Metal Department' is a spy?" Gui Luo chuckled.

"You may not believe it, but Zag has proof—"

"You think we don't know?"

"Gah?"

The tiger man was tongue-tied, and Gui Luo directly pushed his shoulder and turned it half a circle and stuffed it back into the Palace of Faces.

"The God of Wisdom knows everything," said the old man at last.

'It doesn't seem like a big problem here, just don't bother Zela, then, next one. '

——0:04——

Southwest of Windhelm, at Lake Yogrim.

The nearby fishermen who fish in the lake every day would never have imagined that the bottom of this calm lake is solid ice that will not melt for thousands of years, and there are two "people" standing on the solid ice at the bottom of the lake.

"Heh... living in the temple of the God of Steam, I'm not afraid of God's punishment." One of them was wearing a gorgeous aristocratic costume, with a gorgeous longbow on his back, and his words were mocking.

"Septim said that all the warning traps were set up wherever they walked, and we couldn't approach without being discovered." The other person looked like an ordinary lumberjack worker, but the overall momentum did not fall behind that one. He had no intention of continuing the topic of God, and instead asked, "You have been stopped by Sgramer once before, so you still insist on being an enemy of Dragonborn?"

"Hmph, do you expect them to hand over the Elder Scrolls? And when these nosy wolf cubs destroy Silver Hands, we're already immortal." The noble snorted, "When they leave the surface and enter the 'black After surrendering, not even Sgrammer can protect them."

"Whereas there, the dragonborn has no protection, but you have two more deadly enemies, so it doesn't matter?" The worker paused: "But they don't know me."

"I have never regarded those two guys as opponents. They care too much about things, and the stall is too big." , we will break down here."

"Oh, you are the boss." The worker replied.

Then the two "persons" fell silent again.

'Isn't this Hakon and Hearn? The praying mantis catches the cicada and the oriole is behind? '

【You are the biggest oriole. 】

'I am a hunter! '

Ah... It's more troublesome here, a magic circle must be preset so that the ice will close quickly after being broken, otherwise the lake will leak out.

——0:05——

In the depths of the ruins of Altenfold, the Temple of the God of Steam.

"Sophie—hungry—"

Wearing a pink and white thick dress, a pair of small white horns were exposed on her forehead, and the little girl with her tail flicking behind her came out of the temple with blurred eyes and muttering. There was a rabbit lying on her head.

"Miss? It's not yet midnight, you can rest for a while." Lydia, who was watching the night, was sitting on the stone chair at the door, and greeted Sophie.

Boom, Sophie, who didn't look at the road at all, bumped into a fallen stone pillar. She moved a few steps left and right with a puzzled expression, but the pillar was quite long and could not be bypassed.

"Little—" Lydia got up and seemed ready to help.

Click, click, pop! The little girl opened her mouth wide and gnawed off the pillar, and then spit out a pile of gravel as if it didn't taste good.

"Miss-sister, go slowly." Looking at the gravel in front of the temple, the baron guard sat back again.

'Is Arthur okay? My daughter sleepwalked away in a place full of dwarven machines. '

[Because she doesn't need to worry at all, what needs to be worried is the dwarf machine that meets her. 】

‘Where are the snow elves? ’ I pointed to the small creature approaching Sophie on the screen in the direction she was heading.

[Where did the snow elf come from...Huh? It really is. 】

'Hey your head! As a system, you don't even know that you have spawned monsters? ’ I raised my hand and grabbed its wings.

[But there are no snow elves here at all... woo woo woo...]

"Ah~ beautiful lady~" the snow elf spoke, and it was a standard Nordic language. If you look carefully, its eyes are slightly opened, instead of completely degraded and closed like ordinary snow elves. Although its body is thin, it is They are still much stronger than ordinary snow elves, and the armor they wear is more in line with human aesthetics.

"My name is Yate (yet), and I am a scout from the Snow Elf Kingdom. I am responsible for guiding every surface adventurer who intends to visit. Can you take me to see your father—"

Sophie swallowed the snow elf who claimed to be Art in one gulp.

【Ha ha ha ha! 】

'Although I don't know what's going on, let him stay in the storage place first, and then hint to Sophie to go back and spit it out. '

【This is your fault, didn't you go to purify Weiershuo? Let me show you the current situation of the black drop. ] The stupid system flapped its wings and flew over to touch the globe, and a new live image popped up.

Under the bright "sunshine", many handsome snow elves, whose appearance is not much different from their surface compatriots such as high elves and wood elves, are living like humans in a magnificent city.

Terrible, you have created a nation, the former Snow Elf archbishop.