A peculiar golden crystal pendant.
Guilliman carefully held it in his hand, immediately feeling a faint, yet invisible, power envelop his body.
Though not particularly clear, he vaguely sensed that this power had some special connection to the divine power of the life attribute he had received from the Goddess of Flowers.
It was highly probable that both were divine powers used by gods, differing only in their attributes.
Recalling the casual yet confident voice of the Goddess Azura from earlier, it seemed that Mephala's problem should be temporarily resolved.
It appears it would be best not to go to Dragonsreach for a while, to avoid getting involved with that troublesome individual again.
Thinking of the three giant Soul Gems he offered as tribute, a total of six hundred soul power and three precious Soul Gems, Guilliman felt a surge of anger.
He made a mental note to get back at Mephala, preparing to find an opportunity to cause trouble for this Daedric Prince of plots and betrayal.
Once he became a god himself, he would definitely let her know who was boss; this grudge was officially sealed.
The Daedric Princes of the Elder Scrolls world are said to be immortal and unkillable; even if slain, they will resurrect after a period of time.
Fortunately, there is a barrier in the real world that makes it difficult for the Daedric Princes to enter in their true forms.
They can only seep in some of their power, or project their power into an individual, appearing in the form of an avatar, with their combat strength greatly reduced.
With his current strength, at least in the real plane, he didn't need to worry too much about the attacks of these Daedric Princes.
However, the true power of those Daedric Princes lies not in their immortality, but in the various domains of power they wield, which can also be described as the power of rules.
Guilliman stood at the mountain peak, contemplating, not rushing to Winterhold to study magic.
He had already noted down Winterhold's coordinates, so it would be easy to return next time; there was no need to rush now.
But he truly couldn't wait any longer; he wished he could find Freya right now.
Not only because he missed the straightforward and beautiful Nord girl after many days apart.
But also because he needed the help of a powerful woman to absorb the soul of that master vampire.
And the Dragonborn girl was one of the strongest women he currently knew.
After making his decision, Guilliman took a breath, then recalled the coordinates of Whiterun in his mind, and decisively used long-distance teleportation.
A distance of several hundred kilometers instantly consumed nearly a quarter of his magic power.
But thankfully, Guilliman lacked for nothing right now, except for potions.
He poured a medium Magicka Potion into his mouth, letting it slowly restore his magic, then took out the map of Skyrim he had bought earlier, and found the location of the Throat of the World, High Hrothgar, on it.
During his last stay in Skyrim for over a month, he had barely visited other areas, always clearing monsters around Whiterun, so he wasn't very familiar with the map here.
If calculated by reputation, his and Freya's reputation in Whiterun had probably reached the 'Revered' level, just one step away from 'Exalted'.
He estimated the distance and direction of the Throat of the World, and began using medium-long distance teleportation, about one hundred kilometers each time, heading towards the highest peak in the north, which was visible to the naked eye.
Not long after, after five consecutive teleports, when his magic power was nearly halved, he finally arrived at the foot of High Hrothgar.
Looking at the ascending path, with tens of thousands of steps leading to the heavens, the Witcher felt a surge of emotion.
In the game, this mountain climbing journey was quite memorable, leaving a lasting impression on players.
When he first embarked on this path, because he didn't take the usual route, he had wandered back and forth at the foot of the mountain for dozens of minutes before finding the correct way up.
Now, this path in reality seemed even longer than in the game, almost endless.
However, Guilliman now had a good companion.
He rode the spirit horse, Torett, galloping on the mountain path as if on flat ground.
The nimble horse made the ascent seem exceptionally easy; at an altitude of several thousand meters, it took them less than two hours to reach the snow-capped summit, where they saw the massive palace standing atop the peak, High Hrothgar Monastery.
Facing this ancient and majestic structure, whose construction date was unknown, the Witcher's eyes filled with admiration.
It seemed that in this era, which was still under a feudal lord system, similar to the Middle Ages, building such a massive structure on such a high mountain was no less difficult than constructing a skyscraper.
He wondered how much effort the people of the past had put into building it; if not for the involvement of magic, it could only be called a miracle.
Of course, the physical quality of humans in the Elder Scrolls world, in terms of pure strength, was at least twice that of humans in the Witcher world.
But even so, it was quite remarkable.
However, before Guilliman could express much emotion, the monastery's gate swung open with a clang.
Perhaps it was some special telepathy between lovers, or a unique attraction between soul-bonded individuals.
The Dragonborn girl, Freya, as if sensing his arrival, pushed open the heavy monastery gate and walked out.
After more than a month apart, the Nord girl was still as beautiful and heroic as ever.
Her cheeks were slightly rosy and chubby, her eyes bright, her chestnut hair braided into a dozen small pigtails, and her figure was robust yet graceful.
Despite the freezing cold outside, the girl was still only wearing a thin linen shirt and heavy metal armor.
She looked like a Nord warrior who had stepped out of an epic legend.
However, she must have endured a lot of hardship over the past month, and her strength had also increased significantly.
Not only was her skin tone healthier than before, but more importantly, as a strong individual in soul perception, Guilliman had already noticed that Freya's soul strength had at least doubled since their last meeting.
As expected of a Dragonborn; it was likely that she had absorbed quite a few dragon souls over the past month.
While Guilliman was still somewhat dazed, the girl nearby showed a genuine look of joy on her face and rushed towards the Witcher.
"Ah, Guilliman, why are you here?"
Freya exclaimed joyfully as she unceremoniously threw herself into the Witcher's arms.
She seemed to have forgotten that she was still wearing armor.
Her already robust figure, combined with the weight of the armor, almost knocked the unprepared Witcher off balance.
Fortunately, Guilliman's body was strong enough; he embraced Freya tightly, feeling the warmth emanating from her body, and one hand unconsciously landed on the girl's ample hips.
"I missed you, Freya."
"So I couldn't wait and just came here to find you."
Guilliman shamelessly uttered suggestive sweet nothings, while holding the girl tightly in his arms.
Freya was also very excited; after more than a month, seeing her lover again, her heart was filled with much longing.
However, Guilliman didn't prefer verbal communication; he leaned his ear close to the Dragonborn girl's ear and said in a somewhat teasing tone:
"Let's go to your room and have a good chat, Freya."
"You know, preferably a room where no one else will disturb us."
"I can't wait to thoroughly examine your body."
"You must have endured a lot over the past month; I need to give you a thorough check-up."
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