Chapter 174: The Wind in Rift Valley City

If there is anything to worry about Ma Wen, the actual ruler of Rift City, Black Thorn, in the past few days, it is that her good horse was stolen by some bold little thief, and the thieves union said it had nothing to do with them - she believed it because these guys rely on her breath to survive here, a group of poor mice. レ♠レレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレレ

Another thing that made her not very happy was that the Lord of Rift Valley City, "Battler" Leila. This old woman tried to restore the glory of the law in the most vicious and obscene city of Skyrim Province - poor man, she knew that she was facing the most powerful Black Thorns family in Skyrim Province but still made desperate efforts.

As the number one citizen of Rift Valley City, Mawen Black Thorns actually controls the lifeblood of the city. As long as she thinks, with her good relationship with the Thieves Union and the Dark Brotherhood, the person who is now sitting in the lord's position will die suddenly at any time, and another more obedient person will take the position of the lord. Fortunately, so far, Laila has been very gentle and has never fought her head.

The third thing is about her daughter, Yingan Black Thorn. This girl seems to dislike family business - that is, those traditional businesses: the mutual use of money and politics, the purchase of thieves and killers to achieve the goal she wants... She is... idealistic. This makes it difficult for Mawen Black Thorn to leave the family foundation to her to operate. This headache-inducing young girl is addicted to alchemy and is very talented in the use of herbs, and even goes to an old pharmacy store to be an apprentice... Although Mawen Black Thorn has to admit that her daughter may have a genius talent in this regard. Especially in the preparation of poisons, how can a pharmacist become the leader of the most powerful Black Thorn family in Skyrim Province?

The fourth thing is the news that has been recently reported. It is said that some legendary dragons have reappeared in the province of Sky. She is not sure whether these monsters will have an impact on her industry. But about an hour ago, she received the news that Mosal was destroyed by the dragon. This naturally includes the Alchemy Herb Supply and Marketing Relations Network of the Black Thorn Family over there. What is even more worrying is that she does not know what the next target of these dragons is.

"Ms. Mawen, we have guests. The messenger from Wind Helmet City." The butler's voice came from the door.

"Tell them I'm resting." said the first citizen impatiently.

"Sorry, Ms. Mawen. It looks like I had to force it into."

A strange man kicked open the door of Mawen. The man was wearing a huge snow bear fur coat, tall and thin, and his eyes were as bright as two balls of charcoal. At first glance, he suddenly looked like a demon.

"How dare you!" Mawen Black Thorn screamed.

"Introduce yourself." The man swept the wood chips stained on his coat with his fingers. "Ms. Sue Mawen, the 'bloodless' of the Storm Cloak, someone accused you of privately colluding with the Empire and selling information and supplies from the Skyrim Province. So, I want to ask you to go with me."

"It's ridiculous!" The first citizen's eyes widened because of his anger. "I am the leader of the Black Thorn Family, and even Ulfric should respect me. What are you?! The young boy may not have an intuitive concept of my influence. I can tell you that without the permission of the Black Thorn Family, all the Storm Cloaks will not be eaten a piece of fresh bread and drink a drop of honey. All your supplies will be cut off by us. When we are fully committed to the empire, the Storm Cloak will be destroyed within a week! So, now, I suggest you leave the Black Thorn Family's residence immediately and think about how to explain to your immediate superior!"

The man stood quietly at the door and listened to her words in full. Then a strange...smile appeared on his face.

"Thank you for your criticism of our work. Ms. Black Thorn." He bowed gracefully, "I never thought that this kind of classic plot would happen to me... Have you heard of what it means to... Uh, have you slap in the face? This is a dramatic plot structure that brings the reader a comfortable feeling. It usually appears when the protagonist of the work faces a arrogant and rude person in a high position... I once thought that for a wise person like you, humility in time-based awareness is a necessary skill. Unfortunately, it seems that your mind has been blunted by the life of the superiors for many years..."

With these irrelevant nonsense, the man walked into the room and forced Mawen and Black Thorns into the corner step by step.

"Don't be afraid. I am safe and harmless to an old woman like you who is over forty years old."

Mawen. Black Thorn's face turned pale because of this humiliation, but she also realized that the other party was completely unwilling to care about her threat. For an aging woman, this tall young man from the storm cloak was undoubtedly dangerous. He broke into his bedroom so rudely, but the guards had no trace, and he should have smelled the danger...

"First of all, Ms. Black Thorn. I have a basic respect for the Black Thorn family, of course, for your money. But we know the deals you made with the Empire in private. I understand that both sides of the speculation are indeed a deal that will never be lost. But understanding is one thing, and our position is another." Tom Su, wrapped in a snow bear skin, pulled down a chair and pointed at Mawen in a steel boot wrapped in a nose. Black Thorn's nose, spoke slowly, and was in order, not like a person who had lost his mind at all. But it was this that made the heart of the first citizen of Rift City tense. There was no doubt that a rational opponent was more terrifying than a crazy person.

"Speak your conditions. The messenger of the city of Wind Helmet." The first citizen found a chair and sat down, trying to return the negotiation parties to an equal position through this obscure body language.

"You won't accept it." Tom Sue smiled. "We want to take the Black Thorns family completely into control. With the support of the Black Thorns family, we can control the thieves union and half of the economy in Skyrim Province. So, Ms. Mawen, you may have realized this, your existence is a hindrance to us. So you have to die."

"This is impossible." Ma Wen, who had calmed down, didn't even move his eyebrows. This woman who had experienced various struggles was indifferent to the looming threat of death. "With me, you would not be able to control the Black Thorn Family. The correct way is to convince me that convincing me to throw myself into the Storm Cloak can bring me more benefits, and then I will turn to you without hesitation, instead of the empire that has been declining."

"You are not the only one in the Black Thorn Family, Ms. Ma Wen. You are too strong, a relatively weak Black Thorn is better in control for us." Su Jing smiled, and he snapped his fingers, and a girl wearing an alchemist's robe walked in.

"Ingan..." Ms. Ma Wen looked at her daughter and took a deep breath.

"Mother, just give me a chance, and I will prove it to you. The Black Thorn Family will shine even stronger than before... Deception and betrayal are the ways you have always taught me about life. Isn't it?"

The young and beautiful Yingan said with a smile.

"Compared with your two sons, this Miss Yingan is more in line with my wishes. To be precise, it is more pleasing to the eye." Su Jing kept rotating a black ring on his right ring finger. The woman opposite had no way out. Even in the sky province, she was just like this in the face of absolute violence.

"...Even if I die, Yingan is still flowing with the blood of the Black Thorn Family. She will not be worse than me." The first citizen of Rift City realized that his doomsday had arrived. She rolled her eyes in chaos, thinking about how great it would be for her to escape if she summoned the guards. The answer made her desperate.

The uncrowned king of Rift Valley City has realized that his life full of conspiracy and money is likely to come to an end today.

"In Gan... don't forget that you are a black thorn."

After saying this, Ms. Ma Wen took out a dagger with green light from her arms and stabbed it into her stomach. She immediately stopped breathing and fell on the carpet.

"It deserves respect." Su Jing looked at the human body on the ground and sighed.

"Maybe it's not worthy of respect." Ingan Black Bramble picked up the dagger on the ground, picked up a little medicine with his extremely long nails, and sniffed it slightly, "Mr. Tom, can you cut off her head if you don't mind? Or I have some poison here that I can pour in."

As soon as this sentence was said, even Su Jing had to look at this seemingly innocent girl.

"This is not poison, it's just a fake death drug." Miss Gan spreads her palms, "So, based on this concentration, she will wake up again in four hours. I think she may not have expected that I had taught this myself in an alchemy course."

"…Why?" Su Jing raised his eyebrows.

"...why?" Ingan Black Thorn turned his head, "If she wakes up, she will probably destroy our alliance secretly and shake my control over the Black Thorn family industry. Instead of letting her continue to be two-sided, it is better to show my loyalty to the Storm Cloak with her life. Two-sided bets may not fail, but they cannot be the biggest winner either. Unlike her steadyness, my style may be more radical."

"I'm not asking this question...I mean...she is your mother."

“……………………”

This time the other party was silent for a longer time, and then the new head of the Black Thorn Family sighed.

"She told me to remember that I am a black thorn, and I just did it. In addition, please deal with my two brothers for me. If they do not die, I still cannot control the real power of the family in a short time. Take responsibility, the messenger of the Storm Cloak, I have shown you my sincerity, and now is the time for you to show your sincerity."

About an hour later, it may be the gathering and exchange place for all underground societies in Skyrim Province, located in the "Broken Wine Bottle" wine underground in Rift Valley City. One of the senior leaders of the Thieves Guild, Brynchev, sat at a wine table in a corner, and opposite him was another giant of the Thieves Guild. Delwin, an informed appraiser.

"I'm likely making the wrong choice this time." Brynchev said frowningly, and the beard picked up the wine glass on the table and drank it all.

"What's wrong? Brynchev. Who are you getting into? Apart from Mawen and Black Thorns, who else can do anything to you?" Delwin is a young man in his fifties. He spoke with a strong nasal sound, as if his nose had always been in trouble. Brynchev knew that it was interrupted by their colleague Wisk.

"It's not just me who is unlucky, this time, the entire guild might have big trouble. Mawen. Black Thorns are likely to be... dead." The bearded man lowered his voice and tried to whisper as much as possible.

The old man opposite squirted out the wine with a thud.

"I... do you remember the weird guy I mentioned to you last time, who came to buy intelligence? It was the one who solved a group of gangsters and directly snatched the helmet of the Winter Castle."

“…I’m a little bit of an impression.”

"I'll tell you a long story. This morning, he brought a team of newly developed steel soldiers from the storm cape into the Mist Tower and talked with Lord Laila for about half an hour. Then he entered the territory of Black Thorns. Since then, no one came out of it."

"He can't kill everyone inside. He has only brought a few people..."

"I was worried, so I let my fast legs slip into the Black Thorn Territory from the underground waterway and checked it. He overheard some... not very good news. There is a saying that... In Gan. Black Thorn carried out an internal coup with the support of outsiders and became the new head of the Black Thorn Family... and Ma Wen has... committed suicide."

The atmosphere at the wine table fell into silence.

"…Wait, this is a bit weird." Delwin suddenly frowned, "How did that outsider come into contact with Ingan Black Thorns? Her whereabouts are very unobtrusive, and we only know that she is an apprentice in that alchemy pharmacy. When did an outsider build an intelligence network to find Miss Ingan under our noses?"

"I told him." Brynchev's face turned gray, "this is why I said I might have made the wrong choice. He found me in any way. Then he forced me to spit out the information. I thought...I thought..."

Delwin sighed a long sigh.

Another period of silence.

"Forget it, after Mawen's death, we may have a hard time. But looking at the benefits, it may be more convenient to do things under the new Black Thorns family. After all, it is difficult for people as strong as Mawen to get along with..."

Halfway through the words, a burst of noise came from the quiet wine door. From the dirty entrance, a burst of weapons collided with each other and the footsteps of heavy boots.

"What is that? Where are our whistle detectives?! Are they all dead?!" Delwin screamed. Everyone in the wine was nervous. Basically none of the people here had a clean identity. Fully armed city defense soldiers appeared at all entrances and exits within reach. Among them, there were a few strange heavy armored warriors standing in the front. These novel armors are not unfamiliar to these leaders, the new equipment of the Storm Cloak.

"………I'm already mentally prepared for what's coming." Brynchev drank his wine in one breath. "I know this day will come, but I didn't expect it to come so quickly."

"Calm down. Gentlemen." A man wrapped in a snow bear fur coat bent over and crawled out of the alleyway. "The smell here is really bad, doesn't it?"

"…Tom Sue?" Brynchev recognized him at a glance.

"Yes, Brynchev, we're meeting again, I'm glad to see you." Su Jing waved his hand kindly, "Next, we can sit together and have a glass of wine and then have a good talk."

"What are you talking about?"

"First, I'm going to hang a liar in your gang called Moser. Then we can talk about money-making projects, and friendly partnerships... in the name of Storm Cloak.".)
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