Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Chapter 222 Stupid and Greedy

As usual, Aliti put on her favorite dress, faced the mirror, smeared on the skin care oil that was said to be carefully prepared by an alchemist in the empire, and put on a rose that was picked in the morning, ready to bud The blooming blue stamens paired with her long golden hair and green eyes make her look sunny yet youthful and lively.

But she still didn't seem to be satisfied, she looked left and right, and finally took out a Dibella mark from a small box wrapped in silver foil, embedded it on the collar of her chest, and she was satisfied nod.

"Where is father?" asked the silver-blooded daughter who was famous throughout the sky.

The maid who was kneeling on the ground didn't even dare to lift her head, "The master went to Shixia Fort early in the morning to discuss matters with the city lord. Only Master Tonar is at home."

Aletti blinked her beautiful turquoise eyes, and said casually: "Then tell the housekeeper, I won't eat breakfast at home, and let him give my share to my dear brother. After all, he is the only male heir of Silver Blood, so he needs to eat more to ensure his health."

There were ripples in the water basin carried by the maid, but she was afraid to make a sound.The Mistress is beautiful; dignified (at least outwardly); and compassionate (many doubt it); but she is silver blood.And silver blood is always awesome.Sometimes his/their words don't really need an answer, because the people who said no have disappeared.

After finishing the order, Aliti didn't even look at her, and walked out of this extremely luxuriously decorated and comfortable room.

After an unknown amount of time, the room was silent.

Suddenly, an Elsweil tiger climbed up on the special big bed in the room, and he quietly slipped away from Aliti Silverblood's boudoir.

He was confident that he would be taken out as much as he was brought in.

Look, this is Aliette Silverblood.The most beautiful flower in the frontier collar.

just now.

Aliti has been in a beautiful mood all day long. Although the Eswell tiger man last night did not satisfy her as much as the rumors said, the communication between the two different races still left her with a good impression. .So when she came to the busiest hotel in Macas as usual, while admiring the self-conceited joy of those poor guys below, while planning whether to find the next prey, she was caught by the perfect body and handsome from another world. The face is completely attracted.

At that moment, she even began to fantasize about the pleasure she would get.Ms. Pleasure, you should look at him, he must be the most handsome man since the creation of Shure.

The silver-blooded woman steps down and solves a small problem (as she thinks) for the perfect mate.Then she looked at Turka with her red but irresistible shy smile, and said, "May Di Bella's holy light shine on you and me, and I hope this little farce won't affect your life in the frontier." Feeling."

During Turka's long life he met many people, even gods.But Aletti Silverblood was the first woman he'd ever been displeased with.She was stupid but she thought she was smart and showed her tricks in front of him.But the stench of her soul cannot be concealed even by the rich and mellow fragrance of the empire.

Iluvita, what does she think he is?Those dirty toys on her bed?

"I don't need to, but I do appreciate your kind words, ma'am."

Turka watched her silently.In other words, on the gold seal on the woman's chest.It was a badge of a naked woman, the size of a knuckle.golden.There was something magical in the firelight in the great hall.Much like the ray of light on the spire of the tallest temple in Markarth.

"Ma'am? No, that's a title for a married person." Aliti's attention was so focused on the man in front of her that she mistakenly overestimated her own charm and the indifference in his eyes. Like a little girl, looking at him shyly and bravely, "You can call me Aletti, brave stranger. I bet you must be from Elsville. God, your eyes are so beautiful."

Uh.

Are all women in this world so straightforward?Turka clearly saw that the eyes of the little Rojatus next to him were straightened, watching the woman who called herself Aletti unable to move.Maybe it's the Nords.he thought.Regardless of love or hate, they are so straightforward that it seems that they can fight at any time.

"I'm passing through the sky." Turka felt a sense of irritability in his heart, and he could feel some kind of strange power in the woman.Maybe it's magic. "Perhaps leaving soon."

He mentioned some vague words about his own background, and even the little Rojatus could feel his indifferent attitude.

"If possible, ma'am, I'd like to go and see my guest room first." Turka didn't want to entangle with the woman, he turned his head and said to the innkeeper, "I won that, didn't I?"

Clapper, who has been paying attention to this side, looked at the silver-blooded daughter with a stiff face, and then at Turka, with a smile flashing in his eyes, "That's true." He said, "Those two are definitely not Will come back again. If they are lucky, the priests of Di Bella will heal them. But as for the dignity, they will be lost forever."

"Then they asked for it," Turka said.

Clapper nodded, "Then please come with me. They, I mean, your guest room is on the first floor." Then he walked out of the bar and walked towards the west corridor.

"Ma'am." Looking at the beautiful silver-blooded daughter, little Rojatus wanted to say something, but under the gaze of Turka's cold vertical pupils, he could only hurriedly give a nondescript gentleman's salute, Yiyi Reluctantly followed.

In the hall, all the miners, businessmen, musicians, and maids who were watching their conversation couldn't help showing a weird smile.The sounds of the organ and the flute paused for a short while before re-emerging.

Aliti Yinxue took a deep breath, turned and walked out of the inn.

After she understood what the name Silver Blood represented, she hadn't been 'humiliated' like this for a long time.She knew that soon, rumors and even ditties about the rejection of the Silver-Blooded Daughter would spread in the frontier.If a certain bard is not afraid of death, the rumor will even spread across the sky.

She was almost twisted with anger.

But even Silver Blood couldn't kill so many people for no reason in broad daylight.Therefore, she had to endure this embarrassing humiliation.

But she swore that she would make all the untouchables who watched her jokes pay the price.

And he.

Ai Liti Yinxue walked step by step on the gray stone road in Markas City, and a monstrous anger of shame, anger and resentment surged in her heart.You will be mine.

The Nords are really not a race that is good at taking care of daily life. Their buildings are either piled up with rocks; or they are riveted with huge wood, and then decorated with animal fur and skull specimens. They are simple and rude, without aesthetic feeling .It is far worse than the elves, or even the humans of Gondor.

Combine the magic and miracles that abound in this world.Well, maybe Sauron wasn't that bad either.There was even a trace of longing for the Dark Lord in Turka's heart.

"There are only these two rooms." Clapper randomly packed up the belongings left by the two previous guests.Not much, just two pairs of stinky boots, a few changes of linen shirts, and leftover food. "I hope you enjoy your stay," he said.

These are two typical Nord houses.Simple beds, log tables and chairs, and iron candlesticks.Ah, and a glass window.Sunlight fell lazily on the icy ground through the rough windows, and the air was filled with a cold and decaying stench.

"I thought it would be better," said Turka, who even began to miss the hobbit's cave, "but obviously, no matter where you go, life with a knife and blood is not very good."

Clapper agrees, "It's a fool who hangs out in the open all day." He shrugged, "Besides beasts like wolves, bears, and saber-toothed cats, you have to put up with bandits, wicked witches, and unreasonable guards. , To be honest, I would rather go to the Sidana Mine to mine than go to the wilderness of Skyrim to make a living." After finishing speaking, he glanced at Turka, hesitant to speak.

Little Rojatus seemed to have not turned his mind from the Silver-Blooded Daughter, until Turka sighed in disbelief, and he suddenly woke up.He took out the bag of coins that belonged to the old farmer, "I won't pay for them. That's not our responsibility. Tomorrow is the day we officially move in."

The innkeeper gritted his teeth, his expression not so good-looking, "Of course." He took the farmer's son's purse and weighed it, "It's only enough for five days, but there's hot water in the back hall, as well as food and malt wine." It's free. Of course, if you want something better, you'll have to pay for it."

"You said that there are robbers in the wild, but there are here!" Little Rojatus jumped up as if his tail had been stepped on by a dog, "This is..."

"Prices have gone up." Clapper interrupted him, but his eyes kept looking at Turka, "Macas is overcrowded, and everything is being consumed quickly, and Septim gold coins are no exception. If you come a few days later, The guards won't even open the gates for you."

"We won't be staying for long." Turka looked around, honestly not all that satisfied.You are not a king anymore.You have to learn to adapt to such hospitality.

Little Rojatus was not very willing about this, but in the end he had no choice but to accept it.

Before leaving, Klepper couldn't resist saying to Turka: "As I said, sir. You always handle things simply and efficiently. But that's silver blood. I'm not sure you're doing it right."

"I can hear your slander against a lady with a good reputation." The farmer's son blushed, as if he couldn't bear others' bad words about Ality Silverblood, "You need to apologize!"

Alas, young people dazzled by hormones cannot see the truth behind the matter.Turka even suspected that his obsession with coming to Markas was probably because of the woman from the Silver Blood family?
"Good? Reputation?" Clapper snorted.He glanced at the young Rojatus, then at the mysterious stranger, shook his head, and said, "Don't forget, this city is full of silver and blood." Then he turned and left .

Turka glanced at the farmer's son who was still aggrieved, shook his head, and ignored him.He may have had some gratitude to old Dondis's, but he only protected them until the war was over.and leave.As for the others.

Perhaps he will suffer.Turka thought of the woman's eyes, thoughtfully.

At noon, old Dondis and his wife came to the Silver Blood Inn, where they met Little Rogatus and Turka.All lunch and afternoon he complained that things were getting tougher in the city; the Silverbloods paid their farmers and miners outrageously low.In addition, he heard what happened to them in the inn, and the sadness on his face became even worse.

"I doubt whether they will be able to persist until the enemy hits the door. Everything becomes naked, robbing, fighting, everywhere. But the Andor family does not make law and order better. They will only try their best to empty our pockets every cent!" said the old farmer, "perhaps you are right, Turka, we should not have come here."

"But we're already here," Turka said.They gathered in one of the guest rooms. The north window just happened to see the temple of the God of Art and Beauty standing on the tallest rock peak in the center of the city. "Stay here with peace of mind. If you really reach the last step, Maybe the Temple of Dibella would be a good sanctuary."

"Those whores?" sneered old Dondis in a very queer tone. "They don't care about anything but their purses and their pleasures."

"Shut up, old guy." The farmer's wife's expression changed drastically. "I won't allow you to slander the Holy Spirit. Her teachings are good, but those people distorted her teachings."

"And." The old woman whispered fearfully: "May oblivion devour you, old man! We shouldn't discuss a god casually."

Old Dondis was silent.

So is Turka.

About the gods, he understands better.Those mighty beings may be holy or evil; but in any case, they are all above; they have their own way of doing things, maybe you understand it, maybe you don’t understand it, but it doesn’t hinder the gods In their way, influence the world.

"Anyway, now you can only stay here until the war is over," Turka said.He fears the gods, but he's not that afraid of them.But he also believes that one should not talk about a god if it is not necessary.

In this way, they spent a difficult afternoon.Except for meal time, old Dondis and his wife stayed in the room all the time, and seemed no longer interested in news from the outside world.

Rojatus, on the other hand, happily ran to the hall, mingled with drunks, fleeing farmers, miners, and low-value guards, bragging with them, listening to bards and musicians play beautiful music, and kept going. until night.

And Turka has been sitting quietly in the room belonging to him and the farmer's son, waiting.

(End of this chapter)