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Reach Chapter 61 Return to Markarth

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    On our first trip to Markarth City, we encountered a group of Thalmor lawmen and had a nasty conflict, which brought great changes to our trip.  In order to avoid encountering similar emergencies again, I gave up walking along the main road and instead chose the dwarf tunnel that leads directly to the tomb of the Hall of the Dead - it was through this tunnel that I left the city of Markarth.  The dwarf machinery in the tunnel is still roaring, and the putrid smell under the tomb of the Hall of the Dead is even stronger.  In the dead of night, Floterra and I returned to the city of Markas.  It¡¯s late at night, and there¡¯s nothing to do, so I can only make do with resting here for the night.  Tomorrow morning, go to the Temple of Dibella to open up Flotra's horizons, and then buy some necessary supplies, and then you can embark on the road back to Xueman.  ¡­¡­ A few hours later, it was getting dark.  After noticing that Verulus, the priest of Akai, had left the Hall of the Dead, I quietly walked out of the catacombs with Flotra and followed the priest into the city.  "Do you know where the temple of Goddess Dibella is?" The intricate terrain of the mountain city gave me a headache. Fortunately, Flotra still has the ability to sense the breath of Goddess Dibella.  She pointed to the stone building built at the highest point in the center of the city, which was the temple of the goddess Dibella.  Winding up the stone steps, I took Flotella to the platform where the Dibella Temple was located, and knocked on the door.  The door was opened by a young woman wearing a sacrificial robe. Judging from the slightly open door, she seemed not to welcome visitors.  "Sorry. The temple is only open to men at night." Uh, what kind of strange rule is this? Logically speaking, it should be closed at night to thank guests But it doesn't matter. The other party only said that it is not open to men now and they want to visit Dibe  It was not me who pulled the temple, but Flotela.  So I pulled Flotra beside me in front of me and explained to the priest of Dibella.  "Oh, I'm not the one who wants to go in, I brought her here." Unexpectedly, my explanation seemed to cause some misunderstanding.  The priest of Dibella lowered his head and glanced at Flotra with pity, his expression gradually turned gloomy, and then his eyes began to look full of contempt when he looked at me.  "Scum!" After uttering a very unfriendly word.  The door was forcefully closed by Di Bella's priest.  It¡¯s really inexplicable that the door is turned away.  Whatever.  Since the temple is not open to men during the day, let's come back at night, hoping that someone else will open the door at that time.  ¡­ ¡­ The Silver Blood Hotel seems to be the only good place in the city to kill time.  Hopefully there will be good mead, clean rooms, and a good atmosphere as the innkeeper brags to me.  It¡¯s just that the actual situation seems to be somewhat different.  When I asked the bartender for a jug of juice and mead and drank the latter.  What was left in the mouth was an extremely bitter taste.  ¡°Pfft¡­¡± Seeing me, I spit out the mead I poured into my mouth on the ground.  The drinkers around were stunned for a moment.  They all laughed, not knowing whether they were laughing at my rarity or my fuss.  "What's wrong, sir? Is there anything I can help you with?" The hotel attendant who noticed something unusual came to me and asked me.  There was no movement in his expression.  He seemed unaware of the strange taste in the wine.  "Uh, I'm sorry, I suddenly felt a little tight in my chest and caused trouble for you." It was true that what I drank was mead, but why was there a strange smell mixed in it?  I looked around. Judging from the way other people drank it with gusto, the wine was not too hard to swallow. Could it be that the tempering of wild blood made my senses too sharp?  After sending the waiter away, I fell into doubt.  Just then, an old man wearing heavy leather armor and a gray beard came to sit next to me and asked, "Hey, young man, are you new here?" "Ah? I've been here for a long time.  "I won't admit that I am a newcomer if it is not necessary, because being a newcomer can easily attract some people with bad intentions, especially in a crowded restaurant.  But my lies didn't seem to go unnoticed by this uncle. He looked at me with a look that said, "I knew you were bragging," and then told me straight to the point, "The wine here is all watered down."  "Wellit's just a matter of mixing water, but it won't produce such a strange smell." The gray-bearded uncle explained to me the cause of the strange smell, "Because the water they mix is ??directly from the city.  It is taken from a river, and this river flows through the mining area, so it has a metallic smell, just like you justIt feels the same when you drink it.  " "This are the residents of Markas and the passing merchants willing to drink such wine?  Moreover, you exposed the truth about this tavern in front of the public, is this really okay?  "This is a secret that everyone knows, and this hotel doesn't care about their little tricks being seen through." The gray-bearded uncle smiled and asked me a question, "Do you know the name of this hotel?"  What is it?  " "It seems to beSilver Blood Hotel.  "Silver BloodI see, I understand. Judging from the name, this hotel must be opened by the Silver Blood family. They have considerable power in Markarth, which is enough to allow them to act lawlessly. Faced with  The local gangster shop bullied the customers, and the weak drinkers could only swallow their anger and dare not speak out. Seeing my expression of sudden realization, the gray-bearded uncle continued to warn me, "Remember, in Markas City,  Beer is much cheaper than blood.  "Thank you for your advice," I put down the mead in my hand, picked up the juice in front of Flotra and handed it to Uncle Greybeard for a toast, "Looking at your dress, you are a mercenary?"  " "Mercenaries are just one of the ways I make money. My true identity is actually a troubadour.  I wrote down the legends of what I saw and heard, and every battle I experienced, and then sung them here.  I earned a lot of fame when I was young, and the bard academy in Dugu City still uses my works to teach students.  "After bragging unceremoniously, Uncle Greybeard drank a glass of mead, got up, walked back to the center of the hall and picked up the lute again facing everyone. "This eulogy is dedicated to the most reliable protector of Skyrim Province, the Empire.  !  "Drinking for our youth, the years of war are rushing all the way" The familiar "Warring Era" played, but I have no intention of sitting here and listening to the music.  Damn it, even the juice was watered down by the unscrupulous store.  Uninterested, I took Flotra and left the tavern.  (To be continued) PS: Thanks to book friend Washburn for the tip!
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