Traveling through The Elder Scrolls: Skyrim

I calmly recalled the details in the game. Falkreath is the capital of Falkreath in the southern part of Skyrim. It is located in a dense black pine forest. Further south is the mountain between Skyrim and Cyrodiil. This territory is also a place where hidden dragons and crouching tigers are hidden. An accessory of Dagon's Razor, the sanctuary of the Dark Brotherhood, the Star of Azura, a vampire couple who run a farm, and the dog who pushes people are all here. Lord Sidgeir is a second-generation ancestor who was supported by the empire. Under internal and external troubles, he only cares about buying wine with public funds. The original old lord Danger supports the Stormcloaks. Although he is worried that his nephew will ruin the ancestral property, he is suspicious after being deprived of power and thinks that the maid and the blacksmith are spies. Such a team that is seemingly united but actually divided has basically negative combat effectiveness. In the civil war, they neither contribute money nor effort, and even as a bargaining chip at the negotiation table, they have no weight.

As for Rigael, in the game, she was waiting for the silversmith Anton in Markarth to find old Delvin, and then the Dragonborn would come to steal the treasure. At that time, I relied on the high damage of the Hidden Assassin to clear the field all the way, and Rigael was also killed with one sword. Then I saw the letter between her and her father on the table outside the bedroom. I felt helpless. Now I have joined the Thieves Guild, but I don’t know if the Thieves Guild can be self-reliant and make a comeback.

After being destroyed by Ao, Helgen was indeed occupied by bandits. Now it seems that it was Rigel who did it. This girl has a big appetite. Everything east of Falkreath is her territory.

"What are you thinking about?" Before I could figure out what was going on, Rigel was already dressed. I don't know if it was because we had physical contact, but in my opinion, she was not as bad as my father-in-law said. She even had a sense of heroism.

I was speechless for a moment. I couldn't say that I was recalling how to kill her, right? Rigel turned and walked outside, came back with a piece of paper, and threw it at me, "Look at this!"

I picked up the paper. The words on it were written in strong and powerful strokes, but unfortunately I didn't recognize them. Locke had never been to school and could only speak but not read or write. The words on the paper were not in English or Chinese, and my nine years of compulsory education were of no help.

"Do you understand it?"

"I can't read."

"Waste! Let me tell you, the one who slept with me before was an orc named Rawls. This bastard was a traitor and wanted to steal things. There are a lot of good things in this treasure room, but there are even more traps. That little bastard didn't even make it through the first level and died. You'd better be smart. If you dare to learn from him, I won't use traps, I'll strangle you to death!"

"I dare not! I dare not! I will definitely be obedient and serve you well."

"Get up. I'll introduce you to some people. We'll get along well with each other and we're all brothers." Rigel treated me with a big stick at first and then a sweet treat. It makes sense. To make such a big deal, it takes more than just strong arms.

"I'm just going to go out like this?" My clothes had already been torn a lot in Helgen, and they were completely shredded by the little saber-tooth tiger's claws yesterday. Now I was completely naked.

"What's wrong? There are grown men outside. You have a decent amount of money, so it's not shameful."

I suspected that Rigel was deliberately humiliating me. Rawls and other robbers had colluded with each other and robbed together. The girl was venting her anger on me. When you are under a low roof, how can you not bow your head? I had no choice but to follow him out. Rigel pushed aside the string of bone wall clocks outside the bedroom and shouted for his men to assemble.

"Um...what's your name?"

"Locke."

"Well, this Rocker is already mine! Show some respect to me. I will castrate anyone who dares to touch him!"

There's no way they could respect me! The robbers stared at me again and again, grinning and saying they had no intention of doing anything inappropriate.

"Eddie, go find something for Locke to wear. Is dinner ready? I'm hungry." Rigel took his people away, leaving me waiting naked.

Eddie was a skinny guy with a Mohawk hairstyle and colorful paint on his face, which made him look funny. He found a set of coarse cloth clothes and said, "Sister-in-law, our cave is warm in winter and cool in summer, so you can just wear it. Sister-in-law has a good figure, so you don't need to cover yourself too tightly..."

If I hadn't eaten, I would have strangled this idiot. He called me sister-in-law while leading me around in the cave. The underground cave of the pinewood watchtower is much larger than in the game, and the terrain is more complicated. There are several large caves, which are collective dormitories for the younger brothers. Each dormitory has a passage connecting to the canteen. In the middle of the canteen are three long tables put together, with more than 20 people inside, and a pot of sticky stuff is boiling next to them.

This is my first time eating in Skyrim. I fainted several times after crossing over, and after a hand-to-hand fight with Rigel, I can no longer tell the time. My life was hanging by a thread several times before, and I had no time to find food. At this moment, the smell of food is so strong that I really feel hungry. This is another difference from the game. There are also bread, venison, tomatoes and the like in the game, but the food is mainly for special properties, such as vegetable soup with dual-wielding windmills. Most of the time, the Dragonborn does not eat or drink, and walks in Skyrim. In the other world, you will really feel hungry if you don’t eat, and you will also run out of energy during hand-to-hand fights. However, as a former Chinese chef, I really can’t praise the practice of boiling vegetables and meat into a pot of paste in medieval Europe.

Rigel sat with the other brothers, sharing a large pot of paste, probably potatoes, tomatoes and some kind of rough-tasting meat, and each of them was given a piece of hard bread and a large glass of ale.

"Okay! Wolf, take your people out for a walk. There's no need to leave too many people at Helgen's place. It will easily cause trouble if they are too conspicuous. Let Cindy return to the team as soon as possible." After having a full meal and a few drinks, Rigel made some simple arrangements and carried me to the bedroom.

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