Traveling through The Elder Scrolls: Skyrim

I went to the blacksmith shop at eight o'clock as scheduled and gave the secret code. Rod led me to the bedroom and opened a secret door behind the wardrobe. The old fox was sitting in the secret room tasting mead. When he saw me come in, he pointed to the seat opposite.

"I heard that there was some misunderstanding between you and Rhodes?"

"Young man, while you are keeping a low profile, you should stay away from your true friends. This will be better for both sides. Have you met the lord?"

"Ah."

"Were you ripped off?"

"Money doesn't matter anymore." I handed him the letter from Sidger.

Danger remained silent after reading the letter. He expected Sidgail to extort money, but he went too far by trying to kill me after robbing me. He had made it clear yesterday that he would not kill his nephew, but hoped to guide him onto the right path, but Sidgail himself was courting death. The old fox didn't say anything, but I had something to say. I was so angry that I couldn't sleep last night, so I decided to raise the negotiation terms and put extreme pressure on him.

"Yesterday, you taught me that my mistress is indeed of humble origin, but this matter is not difficult to resolve. All you need to do is to confer the title of Baron Helgen on the mistress's father after you become the lord."

Helgen is now a ruin, but it is located at the throat of the road and its location is extremely important. Among the villages in Skyrim, it is the only one with a castle and complete city walls. Its prosperity during its peak period must be no less than that of Falkreath, or even better. Moreover, ruins have their own advantages. We can just re-plan and attract residents. Mr. Ao is the demolition office, and we are the housing and construction committee. Isn't it wonderful to ensure national security and people's happiness? If we use Helgen as a base, connecting the pinewood watchtower in the west, the lake-viewing manor in the north, and the blood-spattered throne in the south, we can control one-third of the territory of Falkreath. Even if Danger wants to turn against us in the future, he will have to think twice. With the current decline of Falkreath, it has neither the will nor the ability to rebuild Helgen, but the east gate is wide open and very dangerous. It is not a loss to let us help a piece of wasteland regain vitality.

Danger tapped the table with his fingers, pondered for a moment, and then changed the subject.

"What if I don't want to be a lord?"

Huh? This question is beyond the scope! No, this old fox is probably trying to trick me! If he doesn't want to be restored, why does he keep conspiring with me? I'm not in a hurry to answer, let's see what he's up to first. We have Vighar's body and the letter from the lord colluding with the bandits. If the old fox can't give me a satisfactory answer, we will all lose face.

"I've already said that Sidgel is the only heir of the family. Why should I seize something that is destined to belong to him? I just hope to teach him to be a qualified lord and not to ruin the family's honor. So, I have an idea. If your mistress can marry him, then their child will be the legal heir, which is much more appropriate than marrying an old man like me. And we can set up a Lords' Council like Solitude to supervise and restrain the lord's behavior and guide him onto the right path. If your mistress agrees to marry the lord, then she will definitely need a decent identity. I think Miss Baroness Helgen is quite suitable. Do you need to go back and ask the mistress?"

I have to admit that the old fox still has some tricks. If we want to take down Helgen, we must agree to let Rigel marry Sidgel. If Sidgel marries "my mistress", then I will naturally not be obsessed with the fact that he once wanted to kill me. It is equivalent to exchanging a piece of ruins for his nephew's life, and he still talks as if we have taken advantage.

"No need. The mistress has authorized me to handle this matter with full authority. I can agree to your terms. Baroness Helgen will marry you. However, I am very interested in the parliament you mentioned. Does your Excellency have any favorite candidates for the parliament?"

The old man's proposal is the key. He probably wants to set up a powerful institution to undermine the lord, retain Sidger's status, and prevent him from continuing to make trouble. In addition, he can control the members of the parliament to prevent power from falling into the hands of the future lord's wife, killing three birds with one stone. Therefore, the number and selection of the parliamentarians are very important. I have to strive to get the majority vote, or at least not suffer too much, otherwise I will be squeezed out of the power core by these old foxes in the future.

"Haha, the lord's wife must have a seat. The current chief steward, Nanya, is a good hand at handling government affairs. She is familiar with many specific matters. I think she can be counted as one. Then, I, an old man, can make up the number. If there is any disagreement, I can coordinate for the two ladies. What do you think?"

I don't think so. What the old fox said basically proves that Steward Nanya is actually his man. This elf is now the actual helmsman of Falkreath and he really cannot be replaced, so we have no choice but to increase the number of seats on our side.

"Shouldn't Baron Helgen have a seat?"

"Helgen's current situation is not good. I think the Baron must be too busy to deal with it."

"So, can I get a seat?"

Danger looked me in the eyes with a look I had seen once before, at the Dead Man's Wine Inn, when I hinted to him that I knew something about Vighar.

"Is this your purpose?"

"Yes and no. As you know, my mistress does not have much experience in politics. She may need my advice and help, and I also hope to have the opportunity to learn from someone as experienced as Nanya's steward."

"I can agree, but that means there will be four of us. You know, an odd number is best, so that when there are disagreements, we can follow the majority opinion."

"Then the lord can be counted as one. After all, he should have the opportunity to express his opinions." Bring in Sidgel. This second-generation rich man probably has no good feelings towards either of us, but I believe that Rigel has enough means to educate him to abide by male ethics. I have seen a lot of these means.

Danger smiled and shook his head. "What the young man said makes sense, but the lord is in a very high position. It would be presumptuous for us to sit on an equal footing with him in the parliament. I have a candidate who can represent him well: his father, Tager."

I was fooled by the old fox again! That man was indeed Sidger's father, but he was also Danger's elder brother. Wasn't that still one vote short? But this was the best result I could get: a baronship, two seats in parliament, and a territory. Danger accepted all my conditions.

"Young man, since we have reached an agreement on these matters, let's discuss some details."