Simon was transmitting magic energy to the Fire Elemental. The specific method was actually through establishing a connection via the Pure Land in his Palm. The newly born, fragile elemental body became a member of a small universe. No matter how far apart they were, the connection would still exist, and as long as the magic energy in the Pure Land in his Palm did not dry up, this Fire Elemental would not again face the crisis of extinguishing.
There was some movement behind him; the Dark Elf thief had woken up. She softly said, "Whitestone."
Simon did not understand what Whitestone meant.
He even suspected that the thief was speaking some other language—at least, not one he could understand.
"You've been talking in your sleep and raving for a long time. It's good that you're awake," the Troll turned his head slightly, sizing up the Dark Elf Kalia.
The Dark Elf sighed and first apologized to Simon, "I am very sorry for attacking you without reason earlier. Please forgive my overly tense state of mind…"
Simon roughly interrupted her, "I can understand."
"…That, that would be for the best," Kalia coughed, "Thank you for treating my injuries."
The Troll sneered, "Alright, it seems you don't have much memory of your choice, do you—my kin?"
The Dark Elf didn't react, repeating, "My kin?"
Simon waved his hand, and the Fire Elemental vanished from his palm. Then, he slowly stood up and put on the black robe that had been drying in front of the campfire. "Are you wondering why your clothes are so tattered? They were torn by expansion."
Kalia's lips trembled, "How were they torn by expansion?"
"Feel! Feel the power in your bloodline!" the Troll suddenly roared loudly, his imposing aura terrifying and soul-shattering.
The Dark Elf was stunned by this roar, momentarily falling into a dazed state. However, a surge of hot blood suddenly pumped from deep within her, instantly flowing through her entire body. Searing steam was released from her pores, and Kalia's body abruptly expanded. She curled up and roared, transforming into a tall and imposing Troll in just a few seconds.
Inheriting the bloodline from Simon, her fur was also white and bright. Relatively speaking, her form was a bit more slender and tall, and her body proportions looked more delicate than Simon's.
"What is this?! What is this?!"
Simon shook his head, "So, you really have no memory, Elf."
"…Is this the power of Hircine, the God of the Hunt?"
"Yes."
The Dark Elf Troll examined her arms, feeling the rush of power.
"Unbelievable favor…"
Simon said no more. The Wolf Pack roamed lazily on the Tundra. When he emerged from the stone shelter, they eagerly gathered around him. The Troll chuckled softly and walked towards the eastern coast.
After walking for a while, footsteps sounded behind him. Kalia had followed. Simon turned to look at the newborn Troll, reminding her, "With your current… um, bloodline, you can't maintain this transformation for very long, and it will consume a lot of energy. You should just change back."
Kalia asked in surprise, "Why can you maintain the transformation state all the time?"
"Because I am more powerful," Simon stated simply and directly.
"I see," Kalia nodded.
They walked slowly for a long time. The Dark Elf could use magic, so she could relatively maintain her transformation for a longer period, until she was exhausted near the coast. After changing back to her original form, she sat on a reef in the mudflats to rest, watching Simon and the Wolf Pack fish in the fishing pit.
They talked a lot along the way, and Simon took the opportunity to learn more spoken imperial language.
The Dark Elf was a master thief from the Thieves Guild, a relatively old and vibrant social organization with branches in various imperial provinces, acting as a local power with considerable influence.
The headquarters of the Thieves Guild in Skyrim is located in the southeastern city of The Rift, situated at the eastern end of Lake Honrich. Most of the city is supported by wooden piles driven into the water, and it is divided into two halves by a large canal, hence its name, The Rift.
This type of city was originally very prosperous, but during the popular uprising in 4E 129, a fire spread throughout the city. Even though subsequent repair work was done, the size of The Rift is now almost indistinguishable from a small town.
This city is notorious for its rampant crime, high unemployment, and people complaining about government corruption, while they themselves are characterized by greed and laziness.
The Thieves Guild, as a maintainer of the underground order, has also completely become a tool of the Black-Briar family. Speaking of this, Kalia had many complaints, pointing all the blame at the traitor Mercer Frey.
The Thieves Guild went downhill entirely because it lost the favor of the Night Lady Nocturnal. After all, this Daedric Prince also governs good fortune and has the function of protecting thieves. Mercer killed the master thief Gallus, who was also a Nightingale, and stole Nocturnal's artifact—the Skeleton Key, a wondrous item that can open any lock in the world, including human potential, and is also the key to opening the path to the Twilight Sepulcher. Such actions are undoubtedly sacrilege.
After losing divine favor, the Guild immediately declined. Often, lockpicking failed, stealth was discovered, and theft was exposed, causing chaos and many members left in anger.
"After Mercer Frey obtained the key, he became incredibly formidable and secretly stole Guild property. My late husband discovered the clues eight years ago and began a secret investigation. However, that hateful traitor was ruthless, and before everyone had openly clashed, he used the pretext of a meeting to lure and kill my late husband, then framed me! For so many years, I have often had to evade pursuit, and my situation has been difficult," the Dark Elf closed her eyes, but two clear tears inadvertently fell. "My poor late husband, he died with grievances, his injustice unredressed, and I myself am in danger. Now, whenever I think of it, I dream of it every night. How can it not break one's heart and soul?"
Simon was silent.
He suddenly remembered a saying by Mr. Lu Xun: the joys and sorrows of humanity are not interconnected.
Although words are very powerful, for Simon, rhetoric could not obscure his basic view and rational understanding of a matter.
The Dark Elf's story was tragic, indeed, but he did not intend to travel a thousand miles for this sacred revenge. He had to take care of Jonas and learn magic.
The Breton cub relied on Simon wholeheartedly, so Simon would reciprocate with sincerity. But what about the Dark Elf thief? She had her own path to follow.
"I generally understand, but I need to state that unless you bring that enemy here, I will not help you."
Kalia wiped away her tears, taking a deep breath to calm her choked voice. "…I understand. You are an outsider who was merely dragged into this. Just stay out of it. I am determined to succeed in this revenge, even if it takes my entire life! Once I succeed, I will personally come and tell you the good news!"
"Why do I need to know this news?"
"Because if I succeed, you will be a distinguished guest of the Thieves Guild, and you will have free passage throughout Skyrim!"
Simon chuckled, "I don't think you have that much influence."
"That is also a goal worth striving for a lifetime."
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