Whiterun City.
Whiterun City was much more prosperous than Amber City. Although it was not as convenient as Amber City, its history was one of the best in the South. There were many things that needed no further mention. The head of a Red Dragon was still hanging in the center of the city, although only its skeleton remained. The adventurers who built Whiterun City had slain an evil Red Dragon here. The wealth of the Red Dragon allowed them to expand Whiterun City's influence and eventually made it the center of trade in the Southwest.
There was a luxurious old house north of the City Hall.
It was said that the previous owner was a baron. Unfortunately, he later contracted a strange disease and died not long after.
The old house had changed hands several times before welcoming a new owner.
It was said that the new owner was a widowed noblewoman who had caused quite a stir in Whiterun City because of her beauty and wealth. Unfortunately, the widowed noblewoman lived in seclusion. Not only was she not interested in any noble banquets, but she also rarely interacted with other nobles. Gradually, she was ostracized from the circle of nobles. Only her servants could drive her to the manor outside the city every once in a while.
The widowed noblewoman was filthy rich!
Not only did she buy the busiest shops in Whiterun City, but she also owned a large manor outside the city.
Of course.
It was said that she had a powerful backer. Otherwise, it would be impossible for a prostitute to hold on to such wealth.
The mysterious mistress of the caravan had arrived.
A servant who had been waiting for her respectfully welcomed her arrival. A maid took off her shawl and led her to a large room.
The floor was covered with a soft velvet carpet. This kind of high-quality alchemy carpet was sought after by many lower-class nobles, but it was now covered in cheap fabric. A flirtatious woman was lying on a large rocking chair made of ebony wood, reading a book. Her long black hair was casually draped behind her back, and she was wearing a pure white nightgown. The neckline of the nightgown was slightly open, revealing a plump, full chest.
"Mother."
The mistress of the caravan bowed slightly and said slowly, "I've brought the thing you wanted."
"I don't understand."
"Why do I have to personally deliver a Deck of Cards? You should know that I'm in the middle of some important research."
The seductive woman casually stood up.
Her pajamas slipped down a little, but she wasn't interested in tidying it up. She didn't seem to mind showing off her beautiful figure in front of her daughter. Instead, she chuckled and playfully said, "Gloria."
"You haven't noticed anything special about it after all this time?"
"It's not a Manifestation of Nature card."
"Instead, it is the highest achievement of alchemy in a certain era — the Cards of Fate!"
She was a Northern Witch.
It was impossible to judge a witch's age based on her appearance. She walked up to the mistress of the caravan and took a black metal box from her. "The idiots of the Witch Council have had it for so long, but they still haven't found anything." She spoke slowly.
"It should have been given to me a long time ago."
Opening the box with her fair fingers, the seductive woman gently stroked a mysterious card stored inside. Her eyes shone with a strange light.
"Cards of Fate."
"The legendary key to becoming a Heavenly Seer!"
The card in the woman's hand disappeared into thin air. This was a storage spell commonly used by high-grade wizards. It was a small independent dimensional space.
"My obedient daughter."
The coquettish woman lazily laid on the soft bed and played with her long hair in boredom. She casually asked, "Did you encounter anything interesting during your journey?"
"Ever since I've been imprisoned in this cage, it's been a long time since I've encountered anything interesting."
"I really want to leave this place."
The mistress of the caravan frowned and looked at the woman in front of her. "Mother."
"Please don't forget that you are still being punished by the Council."
"Because of your forbidden experiment at the Withered Tree's Root, everything within fifty kilometers of that place has become a land of death!"
"If the Council hadn't paid a price for it …"
"I'm afraid that the Northern Druil Order would have already started hunting you down. What awaits you is nothing more than the judgment of nature."
The seductive woman giggled and shrugged her shoulders like a young girl. However, there was a hint of evil in her eyes as she said, "Gloria."
"It's just a small accident during an interesting experiment."
"Those stubborn Druil are really stubborn!"
The mistress of the caravan's expression turned serious. "Mother."
"The rampaging elemental energy at the Withered Tree's Root has caused terrible damage. The geological structure of the place has been completely changed, and the energy radiation has reached Grade-A. The elemental plane's energy has seeped into it, and it will be barren for the next five hundred years!"
"Is this just a small accident that you speak of?"
"If it weren't for the Eye of the North personally apologizing to you, I'm afraid that the legendary shapeshifter living in seclusion in the Snowy Mountains would have personally attacked you!"
The smile on the seductive woman's face froze. "He's just a guy who can transform into a dragon but doesn't know how to use dragon breath."
"I'm not afraid … I'm not afraid of him! … "
The mistress of the caravan let out a rare smile. She seemed to enjoy seeing her mother's expression. "Mother."
"Fifty years of exile isn't that serious.
"Moreover, you are not truly imprisoned. Her Majesty, the Eye of the North, still favors your talent! However, if the Druil find out that you left without permission, they will have the right to sentence you to death! "
"When that happens, even the Eye of the North won't be able to save you."
"The Druil Order is still troubled by the problem of balancing the energy at the Withered Tree's Root. The Witch Council has even sent out twelve high-grade witches to help them. Their anger has been building up for a long time.
"The Congress itself has a lot of resentment about cleaning up the mess you left behind!"
The seductive woman could no longer maintain her composure. She furrowed her slender eyebrows and said with a straight face, "That's enough."
"Those old-fashioned fellows don't understand the significance of my experiment at all."
"If I had succeeded!"
"I could have started a new era."
The mistress of the caravan looked at her and did not back down. Instead, she retorted, "Mother."
"But your experiment failed."
"That's why you have to bear the consequences."
It was as if a barrel of gunpowder had exploded.
The seductive woman furrowed her brows and threw the book in her hand to the ground. "That's enough!"
"Is this how you talk to your mother?"
The mistress of the caravan's expression softened. She bent down and picked up the book. "Mother."
"I respect you, and I love you."
"But that doesn't change my position as a witch!"
"You once told me that."
"When our power can't solve the problem, faith is our last card." (Many spells of the Northern Witches rely on cards to cast.)
The seductive woman sighed softly and waved her hand tiredly. "You can leave now."
The mistress of the caravan hesitated for a moment. "I encountered some interesting things on my way here."
"If you want to listen, I can tell you about it."
The coquettish woman glanced at her and immediately revealed an expression of listening attentively.
Although she was only restricted to the vicinity of Whiterun in name, someone had been secretly monitoring her. Her range of activity was limited to her house and the manor outside. She would only go to the manor when she was dealing with missions from the Witch Council. Any unusual behavior would trigger an annoying warning, and it could lead to a more severe banishment (imprisonment). The Northern Druil Order had classified her as the most dangerous target. Almost all the Druil organizations in the world knew her name. Ever since she was banished to Whiterun, several Elven Druil had been secretly monitoring her every move.
The mistress of the caravan organized her thoughts and slowly said, "I met two interesting people on my way here."
"A man and a little girl."
"A brother and a sister."
"The man is actually very ordinary. He's just a slightly better rogue."
"But I later found out that he's not ordinary either. His soul is actually weaker than a normal person's. If he didn't make a deal with a demon, then his soul must have been severely damaged. "
"If it's the former, then he should have the aura of the Abyss. If it's the latter, then it's very difficult for him to survive."
Hearing this, the coquettish woman showed an interested expression and suddenly interrupted, "Good girl."
"Then why didn't you kill him?"
"You should be able to find out if you imprison his soul."
The mistress of the caravan's expression turned sour. She took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "Mother. I'm just curious. I shouldn't take a person's life for that. "
The seductive woman curled her lips and said indifferently, "Maybe that person's soul is valuable?"
"Alright."
"Continue."
The mistress of the caravan sighed in her heart, as if she was helpless against her mother. She continued, "What really surprised me was the little girl.
She's very special. "
"Although it's hard for me to say exactly what's special about her, her talent is indeed amazing. If it weren't for the fact that she doesn't have a trace of divine power, I would have thought that she's the legendary child of God.
It's a pity that they're very cautious.
They seem to be very cautious of everyone. It's hard for me to get more information from them. "
The seductive woman showed a disapproving expression. Her eyes flickered as she said, "Pedantic."
"In such a situation, a charm spell can be used to solve it. If the target's will is strong, consider using a Berserk Charm spell."
"Why go through so much trouble?"
The mistress of the caravan frowned again and said slowly, "The power of magic shouldn't be abused.
Plus, they're not evil people. "
"I can feel that they're very close to each other. Sometimes, even I'm envious of them."
"Remember your bottom line, and you won't lose your way in the pursuit of power."
The seductive woman curled her lips and pulled up her pajamas to cover her exposed bosom. She said playfully, "Good girl."
"Your stance seems to have deviated from the neutral stance that the witches follow. If I didn't know better, I would have thought that you were one of those stubborn paladins! "
The mistress of the caravan seemed to have lost interest in continuing the conversation. As she turned to leave, she called out, "Mother."
"I'm just remembering my bottom line."
"On the other hand, you should reflect on yourself. You've been too willful in many things."
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