On this plain interwoven with green and gold, many human settlements stood, with wisps of cooking smoke rising from the buildings, creating a harmonious and beautiful scene of man and nature, giving a refreshing feeling.
About ten kilometers away from them, a seemingly majestic large city stood on the plain.
Not only was it guarded by high city walls, but the city's huge Dragonreach, built of giant timber, also appeared exceptionally prominent and beautiful, as if it were the most sacred Hall of Valor in the hearts of the Nords, with a sense of grandeur and magnificence.
Guilliman pointed to the city and then said:
"That should be Whiterun."
"It's my first time seeing it too. Look at that huge palace, isn't it beautiful? It should be where the Jarl lives."
Freya looked at the city from afar, her gaze falling on the huge Dragonreach, then sweeping over the prosperous farms and wineries surrounding the city, and she couldn't help but feel a little emotional about the city's prosperity.
However, her expression quickly became a little dejected, and she said in a listless tone:
"It's still so far, and part of it is a difficult downhill path."
"It seems we'll have to sleep in the wilderness again tonight."
Guilliman chuckled at her words and said to the Dragonborn girl in a teasing tone:
"What, you don't believe me, Freya?"
"If I say there's a way to get there quickly, then we can."
With that, he put all the items in his hands into his storage space, then opened his arms to the Dragonborn girl and said in a deliberately mysterious tone:
"Come here quickly, if you believe me, come and hug me tightly, give me a sweet kiss, and then close your eyes."
"When you open your eyes, we'll be in Whiterun."
Hearing such words, Freya naturally didn't believe him, and even ran over angrily, punching Guilliman in the stomach.
And indeed, Nord women hit hard; this punch was truly forceful. If it had landed on an ordinary man, it might have knocked him flying. Even the Witcher felt his body tremble from the blow.
"Stop joking, Guilliman."
"You're too glib, just like an Imperial."
Guilliman winced in pain, but he still didn't lower his arms, maintaining the embracing posture, and said to the Dragonborn girl:
"Just trust me, Freya."
"This is a special magic; you must hold me, and a beautiful woman's sweet kiss is also required."
Seeing that the Witcher still wouldn't give up, Freya struggled for a few seconds, not knowing if she truly believed him.
She threatened him, saying:
"You can't lie to me, or I'll beat you up severely."
Then, with a slightly flushed face, she threw herself into the Witcher's arms, stood on tiptoes, kissed the man's corner of the mouth, and finally closed her eyes.
The Witcher, whose prank had succeeded, unceremoniously held the Dragonborn girl in his arms, one hand on her perky bottom, and the other stroking her chestnut hair.
A few seconds later, his magic power surged, and the Ancient Blood was activated.
The two immediately transformed into a speck of light, breaking through the power of the spatial rift, instantly leaping over ten kilometers and appearing near the gates of Whiterun.
Seeing that the power of his Ancient Blood was completely unaffected.
The Witcher breathed a sigh of relief, then continued to grope the Dragonborn girl while whispering in her ear:
"Freya, we've arrived at Whiterun."
The Dragonborn girl opened her eyes at his words.
She found herself truly in a warm plain, with Whiterun's towering city walls not far away, and couldn't help but widen her eyes, forgetting that she was being groped, and asked in surprise:
"What kind of magic is this? It's amazing."
"I've never heard of such magic, not even in myths."
Guilliman withdrew his hand, regretting that Freya's chest had hard metal breastplate, otherwise he would have liked to touch there too.
"That's a secret, Freya."
"It's not that I don't want to tell you, but I can't explain it myself. I can only say that it's a special ability of mine."
The Witcher explained half-truthfully, then looked at the city walls not far away and said:
"We should hurry into the city; if it gets dark later, they might not let us in."
Hearing this, Freya didn't have time to ask more questions. She let go of the Witcher's body and walked with him towards the gates of Whiterun.
"You're adventurers, don't try to fool me?"
"I used to be an experienced adventurer too."
"Until I took an arrow to the knee."
Because both of them were strangers and looked like they had strong combat abilities, the Whiterun city guard stopped them and asked several questions.
However, without Guilliman needing to speak, Freya had excellent eloquence.
She used the reason that she had important news to inform the Jarl, getting the city guard to let them through and lead them directly to Dragonreach.
Presumably, the Dragonborn girl's eloquence had reached above sixty points; with her excellent charm, she even got quite favorable prices when buying things at the Riverwood general store previously.
Under the escort of the guard, the two had an unobstructed journey and even made it in time for Jarl Balgruuf's dinner.
A large group of important people from Whiterun were gathered around the long dining table, watching Freya and Guilliman, two strangers, enter the Jarl's Longhouse, all casting curious and puzzled glances.
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