The surface of the thick, silvery steel plates featured cloud patterns formed by forging, and after a complex and intricate enchantment process, they shimmered with a profound magical aura, like a glowing human figure, an armor cast from the galaxy.
Simon spent a lot of effort to create this set of External Armor, but due to his strong manufacturing ability, it only took him a week to complete such a complex creation, from design to completion.
Many connecting parts used leather buckles, which were not very secure, so Simon planned to update them to steel buckles when he had time.
Regarding the enchantments, the internal skeleton was enchanted with Soul Communion so that the Sheep Undead could control the entire External Armor.
The exterior was inlaid with a complete set of armor.
The hands were enchanted with Barrier Magic, allowing him to raise magical shields to resist spell impacts.
The feet were enchanted with Giant Strength, which was to reduce the overall burden and allow Simon to move with great speed.
Additionally, the shins were enchanted with Swiftness, another Alteration spell, which, like Giant Strength, had the effect of lightening the body and increasing speed. The thighs were enchanted with Silence, eliminating the friction sounds of the countless parts of the entire armor.
The waist and abdomen were enchanted with Vitality Blessing, increasing Simon's stamina.
The chest and back were enchanted with Protective Magic, which, when stacked with Simon's magical tattoos, had a very good effect. The magical energy constrained by spells would disintegrate into raw magical energy before reaching the shield, causing no further damage to Simon.
The helmet had not yet been enchanted, as he wanted an enchantment that could expand his field of vision, but he did not have the spell model for this and would have to ask Jonas to inquire about it.
Many tools used for forging were prepared in advance, including the anvil and hammer. Additionally, Alteration's Telekinesis played a significant role, helping Simon cast many tiny parts.
The steel obtained from the shipwreck was almost exhausted, and Simon planned to collect iron ore from the miners next week.
The External Armor was easy to wear; with the help of the Sheep Undead, it was almost fully automated. Simon planned not to wear it normally, but to keep it in his Pure Land.
Donning his robe and cloak, Simon calmly walked out the door.
Today, the wind was light, the clouds were sparse, and the sun shone brightly on the land. The snow covering the Tundra also had a layer of bright reflection, which was quite uncomfortable. Simon squinted. Although his auditory hallucinations had not ended and were tending to worsen, this did not affect his good mood.
Many times, many things become insignificant when one encounters someone who is not afraid of death.
Still walking from the coast to Winterhold, Simon thought that he should get a mount when he had the chance, or create a ghost horse with Necromancy. In any case, if he had to be out of breath every time he traveled, it would be quite a waste of the scenery.
The bitter cold of northern Skyrim was almost like a language, full of symbolic characteristics, etched into everything. Besides coldness, there was antiquity: ancient geological activity relics, ancient man-made architectural ruins. In such a world, a person's place, besides being a hurried passerby, could not be described as anything more.
When one stays in nature for too long, one is indeed deprived of the ability to speak, because one hears too many great sounds and loses the thoughts of one's own whispers.
Simon's mind was filled with whimsical ideas. This kind of life made him extremely satisfied. He planned to build another fish pond when he had time to raise fish to eat. Or plant more flax to weave his own cloth and make clothes in the future.
He could acquire more land to plant wheat. Then build a windmill and a mill, and in a year, he would have flour to use. Whether it was for making bread or noodles, there would be more food choices.
Being so close to the sea, he could build salt fields in the Pure Land to collect seawater and dry salt...
He hurried to Winterhold, chatted with the tavern owner as usual, and then exchanged a few words with Faralda. Unanimously, Simon was advised by them to change into better clothes, wear shoes, clean himself up, and trim his nails.
The Troll himself didn't mind tidying himself up to look presentable, but no matter how he tidied himself, once he revealed his face, he would definitely be met with hostility. A crude and barbaric appearance was also a form of camouflage.
When Simon heard their advice, he pretended to be angry and replied, "Oh, you really think you're some big shot now, who can casually interfere in other people's lives!"
Both the owner and Faralda apologized after hearing this. The owner seemed self-reproachful and guilty, while Faralda became distant.
Simon sighed and apologized for his own rudeness.
He was still not good at mocking others; he was better at directly killing people with a single strike... Friends, strangers, enemies, it was usually unnecessary to use any form of violence against anyone other than enemies.
The owner still hadn't recovered from his guilt until Simon gave him a pack of flavored dried lamb.
As for Faralda, she was still that proud elf, and her relationship with Simon was indeed no longer as warm, even though she also liked the dried meat Simon gave her.
Jonas was arriving later and later. This time, his expression was a little dazed, and he dared not meet Faralda's gaze.
Simon said nothing, took him out of Winterhold, and found an open space for him to practice his swordsmanship.
A set of Wudang Dan Sword showed some skill, then came Jie Qing Swift Sword, which he practiced best, and then Emei Sect's Blossom-Brushing Sword (Flickering Flower and Shadow Sword), a set of swordsmanship that emphasized poetry and aesthetics, which he also performed with some semblance of grace. Simon also taught a set of Sword Casting Villa's Twelve-Route Fish Gut Stab Sword, which was simple in its routine, so its quality was irrelevant.
After all the practice was completed, Jonas was panting, sitting beside Simon. After a moment of silence, he suddenly said, "Sir, several of my classmates have gone missing."
"Several?"
"Four."
Simon hummed, "Missing, so has the College said anything?"
"They went to the barrow beneath the College and never returned. The mage in charge of the investigation said they were experimenting with forbidden summoning circles. The scene was very bloody; only a few fragmented remains and their respective rings were left."
"You weren't involved in their affairs, were you?"
"No, I didn't have time."
"That's good."
"But, I want to know the truth."
"Isn't the truth that they had an accident while unauthorizedly researching forbidden magic?"
"I want to know what exactly harmed them. Even if they were killed by a summoned monster, I should at least know what was summoned."
"I don't advise you to go. You are still too weak."
"But they were all good people."
...Wait, when did they go missing?"
"Last week."
"So, when did you find out they were killed?"
"The day before yesterday."
"These past few days, you've been feeling bad, haven't you?"
...Yes."
"No need to rush. They are already dead anyway. In a few years, when you are strong enough, it won won't be too late to investigate."
"But..."
"No 'buts'. I speak, you listen, understood?"
"Understood."
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