"Not bad, the trade city of the skies; indeed there are many magical books here."

    George, who had already checked into the Plainland Mare Banner Hotel in the late afternoon, looked at the stack of magical books in his hands and smiled contentedly.

    Wood Armor Art, Candlelight Art, Summon Ghost Wolf Magic, Rage Art, Courage Art, Healing Art and Seal Art.

    Apart from some books on basic magical knowledge, he had purchased most of the beginner's books for the five elements of magic.

    As for more advanced magic, even Xueman City may be difficult to buy.

    As the homeland of Nords, Provinces of Skyrim are dominated by Nords who value warriors over magic.

    Even due to the harm magic once brought, many Nords have developed a certain level of aversion towards it in their hearts.

    To them, using actual weapons and armor would not cause significant harm to their houses and environment, nor would it affect the innocent.

    However, the use of magic, especially destructive fire magic, can easily cause fires that could kill many ordinary people.

    And summoning magic, whether it's summoning Didara from the void, summoning demons, or controlling the undead, is seen as very evil in their eyes.

    The key issue is that Skyrim has many wild wizards and evil wizard organizations that often engage in actions that anger both the heavens and the people, in their pursuit of dark magic research.

    Therefore, the major cities of Skyrim usually ban the sale of high-level spells, and it is difficult to obtain them through normal means.

    However, the lords of the major cities are not fools. They are well aware of the power of magic and also recruit a large number of powerful mages for their armies.

    Some even have their own court grand mages.

    The next day, after breakfast at Mare Banner in the Plainland, George and Avel rode out of the city on two fine horses, galloping straight towards Winterhold.

    It normally takes a full month to travel by carriage from Snowcrown City to Winterhold.

    If you ride horses, it will take about ten days.

    However, George, with Avel, arrived at the northernmost city of Skyrim, the snow-covered Winterhold, in just under five days.

    "By the eight divines, at last, we have reached Winterhold!"

    Seeing Winterhold in sight, Avel shook the snow off his body, clutched his buttocks, and released a sigh of relief on his face.

    With the journey that normally takes ten days being completed in just five, it's easy to imagine how hurried their travel must have been.

    Particularly, George's choice of a never-before-tried direct route caused his buttocks to nearly be worn out. Furthermore, the journey was filled with thrilling moments that could have easily scared him to death.

    How does a direct route work?

    It means not taking any detours or winding paths; instead, it's a straight route based on the shortest distance between two points, a direct path from Snowcrown City to Winterhold without any curves.

    Why is it said that no one dares to use this direct route?

    Because there could be mountains, lakes, cliffs, ancient forests, and various poisonous insects and wild beasts along this straight line. Moreover, it is the perfect hiding spot for all kinds of bandits lurking in the shadows.

    And if the luck is bad, they might encounter dark creatures like vampires and werewolves, as well as all sorts of magical beings and evil wizards.

    That's why people travel between cities, they take the well-paved roads, where nearby areas have been cleared. Although it may be a bit circuitous, safety is of utmost importance.

    The only thing to be cautious of is the bandits who might try to rob them along the way.

    However, to George, these dangers are nothing to worry about.

    Whether it's poisonous insects, wild beasts, bandits, vampires, werewolves, or all kinds of magical creatures, George seems to be able to handle them easily.

    If they encounter a lake, an Ice Frost spell would directly freeze the entire surface.

    If they come across mountains, cliffs, or steep cliffs, that's not a problem either.

    He can easily leap over them with the two horses, Avel, and their luggage bundled together.

    The only thing that makes it a bit more challenging is that, as a thief who isn't particularly strong, the experience is somewhat arduous for him.

    "Find a hotel and stay for a while, let's first inquire about the situation of the Winterhold College."

    Braving the snow and wind, George and Avel entered the ancient and dilapidated city.

    Winterhold was once the capital of Skyrim, more prosperous than today's Snowcrown City and even larger in scale than Solitude.

    However, in the 122nd year of the Fourth Era, a series of terrifying waves appeared suddenly in the Ghost Sea around Winterhold, causing damage to the city.

    What was worse was that soon after, Winterhold experienced a major collapse.

    More than nine-tenths of Winterhold sank into the Ghost Sea, and as a result, the city fell into decline and became the smallest city in Skyrim.

    It was because the wizards of Winterhold worked together to preserve the Winterhold College with magic, that many of the surviving residents of the city believed that this disaster was caused by the mysterious and powerful wizards at the college.

    Therefore, from the lord to ordinary residents, Winterhold had a somewhat unfriendly attitude towards the Winterhold College.

    But due to the strength of the Winterhold College, they dared not really do anything.

    This is how George, with Avel, obtained the history of Winterhold based on the information he gathered at the inn and his memories from his previous life.

    There was also information about the enrollment situation of the Winterhold College.

    The Winterhold College has two types of enrollment methods.

    The first method is for those aged eleven and below, where they can undergo a test of magical talent directly and can join as long as they pass.

    The second method is for those aged over eleven, where they must be proficient in one system of mid-level magic.

    If one only knows basic magic, the Winterhold College will sell you an intermediate spell at a very low price, as long as you can learn it by yourself within two years, you can also join smoothly.

    George currently has all basic magic books in his hands, he doesn't have any intermediate spells, and he is over the age limit.

    So he decided to choose the second one.

    After all, to him, learning an intermediate spell in this world is just a matter of minutes.

    In the late afternoon, sitting in front of the campfire in the inn, drinking the distinctive snowberry wine from Winterhold and watching the Norwinian dance girls jumping to the Northern-style dance, George had already planned what he would do tomorrow when he enters Winterhold.

    However, at this moment, his ears suddenly twitched:

    "This... has a dragon been resurrected?"

    Counting the time, it's almost the same. From seeing Odium leaving at the Riverwood to now, it's been seven days.

    Seven days would be enough for Odium to resurrect several dragons.

    "Something's wrong... There's... there's a dragon attacking."

    The door of the inn was suddenly pushed open, and a city resident with a trembling voice shouted loudly.

    As the end of his shout, the terrible roar of a dragon was heard outside.

    "A dragon?"

    The guests in the inn were first stunned, and then they all screamed in terror.

    The guests in the inn were first startled, then suddenly started screaming in terror. In the eyes of almost everyone in Skyrim, dragons are legendary creatures, and legends say that they are evil, brutal, and powerful.

    "Just need a mount, don't know if I can tame it."

    Hearing the roar of the dragon outside, George couldn't help but stroke his chin.