Traveling through The Elder Scrolls: Skyrim

I invited Dad, Rigel, Eric and the other five people who participated in the competition to the summary meeting that night. A tragic victory with the loss of three people is not satisfactory. If it were on the battlefield, this team would basically lose the ability to continue fighting. We need to summarize internally and listen to the opinions of opponents and bystanders.

Joey spoke first. He thought that there was a serious mistake in my command. Our advantage lies in the formation, but I took the initiative to break up the team in pursuit of immediate results. Although I took away four opponents in one charge, I failed to eliminate the opponent's core members and lost two people myself, which led to the collapse of the formation. The subsequent attack was weak, and I finally paid the price of one person to barely win the victory.

"What Joey said makes sense. We should first defeat the other side and then reorganize the formation to play six against three."

"Yes, the shieldmen should not continue to charge, but retreat to protect. The spearmen and Isley will become the lone opponents attacked by the front team."

Claire and Ball also agreed with Joey's statement, while Isley was writing furiously to record the discussion. Rigel and others who attended the meeting for the first time were shocked by this act of insubordination, but soon found that the content of our discussion was all about the gains and losses of techniques and tactics. Those who were pointed out for their mistakes were not unhappy at all, and either accepted them humbly or argued with reason. The atmosphere was warm and harmonious. Gradually, they also began to speak actively. Pierce, our opponent today, pointed out that our formation was too loose and thin, saying that he and Eric had agreed at the beginning to go around to the flank after a wave of attacks, but they did not expect us to suddenly throw javelins and disrupt their plans. Dad said bluntly that if he was in charge, he would definitely let Eric decapitate me, the captain, and then defeat them one by one.

Rigel didn't participate in the discussion too much. She sat in a corner and looked through the previous meeting minutes and training logs. The content was very diverse. Not only did we have daily training subjects and experience summaries, but I also tried to include the fighting styles of several masters in the town and tried to analyze their strengths and weaknesses through discussion, as well as their compatibility with the formation. Rigel, Angie, and Eric were all on the list. The little saber-toothed tiger's eyebrows jumped when he saw this, and when the meeting was adjourned, he ordered us to give her all the meeting minutes in the future for safekeeping, and we needed to apply to her to look through them.

Eddie had gotten some fish from the Newgra Fortress before. Now the river fish supplied by the Rift Valley Territory is of better quality. I have practiced several times. The fish soup is fresh, fragrant, tender and white. It does not require the blessing of magic, nor does it require technology and hard work. Just add a little fruit vinegar and sprinkle a handful of chopped green onions. Even gin and honey wine don't taste good. So I sent fish soup to Rigel under the pretext of submitting reports every day. She complained that I was too nosy, but she drank it obediently every time. What I regret most now is that I didn't arrange for someone to go to the black pine forest to collect pine cones two or three months ago. This should be done between the Hearthfire Month and the Frostfall Month, but at that time we were still bandits, and I didn't know that Rigel would be pregnant, resulting in the fact that I can't even get her some snacks now.

The relationship between Rigel and I is a little bit delicate now. Although the brothers who followed from the Pinewood Watchtower knew about our relationship, since the arrival of my father and the marriage of Rigel, everyone tacitly stopped talking about it. I have been busy with official business and rarely have the opportunity to be alone with her. In addition, after the residents of Falkreath City moved into Helgen Town, there were many people and eyes, which made me feel guilty. I always had to find an excuse when I saw her alone. Except for the time when we escaped from the Sun Garden Fortress and couldn't help ourselves, we have never done anything out of line. Even though I was so careful, I still felt that my father might have noticed that the relationship between me and his daughter was unusual. Even that duel was an opportunity for the old man to teach me a lesson in person. Otherwise, why would he use real weapons? Fortunately, I was sensible and didn't really take out the oath sword to fight.

As for Rigael, I guess she really loves me, not just because of the baby in her belly. After all, although I have only known her for a short time, we can be regarded as sharing weal and woe. Not only did I not abandon her at her most critical moment, but I also took the risk to go to Falkreath City and finally succeeded in breaking the situation, and then facilitated her reunion with her father. If she hadn't been pregnant with my child, perhaps I would be like the second male lead in every fairy tale, leaving after the work is done, hiding my merits and fame, but there was a small accident in the happy ending, which made everyone embarrassed and inevitably worried. I don't know if Rigael is like me, reviewing all the actions in the past four months in the dead of night, looking for a possibility that can make us achieve a happy ending. At least I tried, but I couldn't find it anyway. The situation is turbulent, and both I and Rigael are just a small boat in the vast and raging sea, floating up and down, on the cusp of the storm, and unable to control ourselves.

This probably made her feel somewhat conflicted about me. Rigel was already married, so there was no future for us, but she didn't want to see me get close to other women. Eddie's accusations against me were not necessarily groundless. It was possible that Rigel accidentally revealed it, or that this clever little guy saw some clues himself. As for the women I brought back, Angie was in her prime and had outstanding strength. She was both beautiful and cool, and any man would be tempted. She had all of Rigel's advantages and none of Rigel's disadvantages. She was truly a charmer. Facing such a strong enemy, the little saber-toothed tiger was extremely cunning. On the one hand, they maintained a very good personal relationship, and on the other hand, they tried their best to match Angie and Eric. The progress seemed quite gratifying at the moment, but she didn't know that Eric had a crow ghost woman as his fiancée. Lucia was only a ten-year-old girl, and I didn't show any animalistic tendencies. At the moment, I didn't seem to be a threat, so she kept me by her side and watched me.

As for the Oathbreaker Helgi, she is at the age of blooming and has grown up. Rigel took advantage of me being busy practicing the formation and asked my father to send someone to send her to Annis to learn magic. The reason was to abide by the agreement I reached with him. My father selected eleven young men and women from the Rich refugees, led by the Red Guard heroine Riya, to form Baron Helgen's private guard team, responsible for his and Rigel's safety. The people who escorted Helgi were selected from this guard. This unit is the most elite force in the town. My father pays great attention to confidentiality. Eric and our team have been in the limelight on the training grounds these days, but Riya has always watched coldly and never made a move. Eric and I were the ones who had seen her skills, and we believed we were no match for her. However, the female warrior kept a very low profile in Helgen Town, and her training was all conducted in private, without any interaction with other people. As a result, in my report, there was only one sentence under her name: "She is good at using two swords and can kill eight snow rats in an instant."

After the competition, Dad initially recognized my training ideas for the formation, but he asked us to continue to improve our skills, tactics and training procedures, and began to arrange for other people to visit, under the pretext of learning and exchange. I have no doubt that he is taking this opportunity to find a way to restrain us, but I still welcome it. My goal is not to raise dead soldiers, but to promote this method, so it is meaningless to always hide it. Moreover, the formation is the same as martial arts, both of which are battlefield fighting techniques. The leading technology is not based on blocking your opponent, but on competition to promote mutual progress. If you don't even have this kind of mind and courage, and only want to circle your own territory, sooner or later you will be overtaken by others without knowing it, and eventually become a laughing stock. I'm not bragging, in this regard, I, a little chef, don't know how much higher than Dad.

Thinking about this, I couldn't help but smile bitterly. Now I have only a small fortune and haven't established a firm foothold yet, but everyone has their own plans and plans. How can we compete for the throne? And that old fox Danger has been hiding behind the scenes and using me as a gun. For example, the task of the Howling Wind Bastion in front of me, although I also agree with his judgment, I have no doubt that he will ask me to hand over the bastion to the lord in the future. If so, I have to ask for a good price. Fortunately, although the old fox is cunning, he has always been generous. One Wei Gehar exchanged for two strongholds and two noble identities. Isn't the value of the Howling Wind Bastion higher? My goodness! Can the old fox not afford it? Why didn't I ask for a price at that time?

On the second day of the midterm exam, we unexpectedly received a letter from Vigilante Cassidy. In the game, if the Dragonborn reaches level 10, it will trigger the event of vampires destroying the Vigilante Hall, and the vampires of the Dawnguard and the Valchihar family will officially appear. In order to travel the sky with Miss Serana as soon as possible, no one will care about the extras in the room who don't even deserve their names. So when I heard that there was no reply to the report submitted by Noel, I naturally thought that something happened in the Vigilante Hall, but there was no such thing at the moment, at least not when this letter was sent. I am somewhat fortunate, after all, that is more than a dozen lives!

In her letter, Cassidy first criticized Noel for bothering us for several days and submitting a report that lacked substantial evidence, but she also tactfully said that we had delayed too long, allowing the cunning werewolves to lurk. She also mentioned that Silverhand seemed to be planning a complex operation in Whiterun, so she refused to provide her with support. In connection with Noel's report that the werewolves entered the Black Pine Forest to the north, she judged that Schooner had left Falkreath, so she suggested that we give priority to dealing with the friction with the Imperial Legion. Since the matter was not resolved satisfactorily, she said that she would only charge 200 Septim for the consultation fee this time.

After such a long and eloquent article, in the end it’s just a bill?

"Please take a few more steps to the Bloody Throne Fortress and pass the letter to Lord Danger. He is also concerned about this matter."

I returned Cassidy's letter to the messenger, picked up my spear and walked towards the parade ground.