Chapter 122 What happened?

Author: Leaning on the railing and letting the wind blow

Chapter 122 What happened?

The dark dungeon is chaotic and cold.

The door frame of the corridor opened with a click.

The sound of armor and chains clanked.

Garland lay down among the piles of clutter and took a sideways look. In this dark place, there was nothing to do except sleep.

Although there are wine, food and meat every day, we can also go out to the school grounds to have fun from time to time.

Someone else is coming.

Those Guanjia guards escorted a tall man with his hands and body tied up and walked in.

The jailer led the way. He opened the cell next to Garland. The rusty iron door creaked, and the jailer said, "This is it."

The guard pushed the prisoner into the cell. The prisoner struggled twice and staggered in.

Garland could barely see the newly arrived prisoners by the light of the torches held by the guards.

Wait until the jailer and guards are out of the cell.

"Brenne Tarth." Garlan said faintly. "Why are you here?"

Brienne felt that the voice sounded familiar, so she walked to the iron fence and looked next door.

Seeing that she didn't reply for a long time, Garlan took the initiative and said, "I am Garlan Tyrell."

"Lord Garland?" There was surprise in her tone.

"Is there another fight outside? Why were you caught by them?"

Brienne told him her own experience.

The two were only together for one day in prison, and Garland left the dungeon the next day.

Brienne didn't know where he went, but she guessed that the Tyrell family paid the ransom for him.

The sunlight outside the dungeon was particularly dazzling to Garland, like needles piercing his eyes. He frowned and narrowed his eyes into slits.

He followed the escorting guards, and the shackles on his body had been removed.

They walked to the seaside. Could it be that the family and Storm's End reached a compromise, and Julius agreed to let him go? Passing through the water gate, they went straight to the deck of a sea ship.

Garland saw the busy figures of sailors, and also saw some knights wearing armor and holding swords.

The soldiers dropped him here and left. He saw Julius in dark blue clothing approaching. People around him greeted him, and he nodded in response until he reached Garland.

"Sir Garland, how are you doing?" he asked politely.

Garland wanted to tell him that he was almost getting moldy staying in the dungeon, but he still smiled reluctantly, "Mr. Marquis, what's the purpose of having me brought here?"

"We have to go to Dragonstone, ser. To meet the king and your father, Lord Mace. I believe His Majesty Stannis will entertain us warmly."

"Going to Dragonstone?" Garland looked at him puzzled.

A few days ago, he saw that Storm's End was in a state of war. He guessed that King's Landing's army was about to attack. But when he walked out of the dungeon today, he found that the atmosphere here was extremely relaxed, and there was no sign of a war.

sign.

Cole patted his arm, sighed and said, "I can only say that the war is coming, Sir."

After saying something unclear, the white-haired boy left, leaving Garland to guess riddles.

When the ship set sail, he realized that no one here seemed to care about his identity.

"Ser Tyrell." A knight greeted him.

Garland did not recognize this person. He rarely participated in banquets and tournaments, so his knowledge of people was limited. But he recognized the coat of arms on the knight's armor, Dondarrion of Darkhaven.

"Hello, my lord," he returned to Dondarrion.

"I didn't expect you to be on the ship." Ja'fari Dondarrion said. His family and Highgarden had some friendships in their history of working together to fight against Dorne, so he took the initiative to talk.

Garland guessed the reason in his heart, and was also a little worried.

They chatted for a while, and Jafari revealed some information to him. Brienne knew too little, but he admired the girl who single-handedly avenged Renly. Although this was a bit stupid, so did Garland himself.

Not so.

The cabin and deck were not large, and soon Garland met Cole again.

The ship finally arrived at Dragonstone Island after traveling for nearly two days. Cole had told Garland a lot of things in the past two days. During the time he was locked in the dungeon, the situation outside had undergone earth-shaking changes.

Dragonstone is closer to the north. Although the waves in Blackwater Bay are not as violent as Shipbreaker Bay, the wind here is much colder.

Garlan's clothes were already very thin, and Julius was not kind enough to provide warmth to the prisoners in the prison. He had always been wearing the underwear wrapped in the armor. When the storm came, the dungeons of Storm's End would still be there.

There was rain dripping down, so he could only rely on the occasional sunny day to come out and bask in the sun.

A thin man greeted them at the dock. No, it should be said that he greeted Julius.

The thick oak boardwalk was connected from the deck to the port. The white-haired boy took the lead and took off his gloves to shake hands with the thin middle-aged man.

Although he was temporarily free at sea, Garland became a prisoner again after landing.

He was guarded by a few soldiers and could only use his eyes to look at the island where Aegon the Conqueror was born. On a hill near the sea, Targaryen built a castle like a creeping black dragon. The dangerous cliffs

There are some winding staircases running between the walls.

Although these soldiers looked stern, they never made things difficult for him and even used honorifics to ask for instructions.

"Your Excellency Prime Minister." Cole said to the Onion Knight with a smile. He put on clean clothes and finally looked like a decent knight.

"Sir, please stop teasing me."

"If I call you by your first name, the king will probably blame me for being disrespectful." He put his gloves back on. "By the way, have you received the letter I sent?"

"The birds came yesterday. Pylos read the letter to me. I didn't expect you to arrive so soon." Davos said to him.

"Thanks to the weather, ser."

They climbed to Dragonstone together, and the castle was on the mountain.

"What is the king's attitude toward things across the narrow sea?" he asked as he walked.

The Onion Knight shook his head, "Your Majesty's body." He glanced around and did not continue. "You'd better listen to him yourself."

Halfway up the road, a table in red clothes blocked the way. Melisandre's red clothes were dancing in the wind, and she looked towards the sky.

She looked back, her charming face making many people's hearts flutter.

"Your Excellency, Marquis, I have been waiting for you for a long time, could you please delay for a moment?" She walked down slowly.

Cole glanced at Davos. He knew that the Onion Knight had always been at odds with the witch, but there was no sound at this time.

"I have to go to see His Majesty the King first, madam."

"Your Majesty is resting now, and I don't want anyone to disturb you." The knight behind the witch said. Sir Axel Florent looked at Cole with a cold face.

He glanced at Davos again and saw that he lowered his head slightly.
Chapter completed!