Chapter 409: To The Sixth Labour (1/2)
A/n: sorry for yesterday I broke lasses ? and I am a blind cat without them
”Mister, I a to Jon He was positioned on the crossroads southeast of Whiterun with a large sack
Jon approached him with the horse then jumped down
”This is him?” Jon pointed at the sack
”Yes, Mister He is here”
”Good job, at least you are the only one who did it right tonight”
”What do you h! I a all of you not to engage in combat when you see the Traitor but they seemed to have their own plans and almost ruined mine”
”What? What happened to them?” Grey Sand was shocked
”I'm sorry, they didn't make it when they faced the Traitor I was outnuot out”
”This How”
Jon gave a pat on the shoulder to Grey Sand as too shocked to react
”I have I have to report this” At last, Grey Sand came to a conclusion
”I have a better idea” Jon spoke, ”Leave this place Return to where you came from”
”Wha But I”
”You are not fit for this life, at least you can already tell Spare yourself and go home Take the east, don't look back” Jon said as he threw a bag of coin to Grey Sand
”But, Mister” Grey Sand wanted to say so
”Hm?”
He looked a bit complicated but his face eased up
”Thank you, Mister I promise I'll repay this favor one day”
”No need Oh, by the way throw that sack in the river before you head out”
” Yes, Mister”
”Farewell”
Jon turned around his horse and headed west
Five days on the road were fast to travel fro the Gates of Windhelen may look ordinary and all but its speed and stamina were the real deal
Thanks to spells like [Thundering Hooves] which buffs the speed of the horse and [Healing] which can heal fatigue, Jon en turn froer to a Thunderbolt of a horse
Now and after so the Velothi Mountain, the large e that separates Skyrim and Morrowind The Shrine of Boethiah where he is supposed to be is on a nearby summit somewhere He dispatched his Familiars in the air and finally pinpointed the place with the most activity around the o
An hour later, he was in front of the Shrine of Boethiah with athered around the place One of them should be a Priest of Boethiah
For convenience sake and to not repeat what happened with the Morag Tong Agents, Jon have already canceled his transfor the trip and made some spare Transfor hisdown from his horse, Jon walked forward and took out the [Ebony Blade] for the concerned other party to recognize it However, the people in the shrine kept staring at hi
These people were all warriors which hat expected from the followers of the Daedric Prince who is always portrayed as the Goddess of Destruction
Jon could already tell how these fanatics think so he walked to an open space which seemed to be used as an arena
”Good call” Someone spoke to hie cere the initiative to speak to him
”And you are?” He asked
”I am a servant of Boethiah, He Who Destroys and She Who Erases”
”That's confusing but cool”
”Well, I presume that you are the red haired one by the [Ebony Blade] you are carrying”
”What's up with the red hair thing wherever I go This is Skyrim, you know Half of us is kissed by the sun”
”Indeed, but our Lady has a thing for red hair May we see?” The wo to her hair
”Sure” Jon reh to expose his hair and covered it again
”So it is you, the Labourer of Azura”
”Yes I was told to come here by Mephala Where is my so-called Guide?”
”She is close” Another voice replied
Jon looked towards the speaker and recognized her
”Aranea? Why was I dragged all the way here?” He asked
Aranea, the Priestess of Azura and her prophet, walked towards Jon and eyed him up and down
”I do not understand why too” She replied
”Huh?”
”For some reason You were outside the vision of Lady Azura” She said
”Why is tha” He asked in confusion but then re [Greed] the whole tinals