Author: Leaning on the railing and letting the wind blow

"Renly's army will defeat me at King's Landing, so you ask me to go to Storm's End, and the boy with the two swords will chop off his head. This is the first prophecy you have spoken, my lady."

Tanis looked at Melisandre expressionlessly. "My vassals and knights all advised me to attack King's Landing."

"Yes, Your Majesty. Light is more than just a shadow, as the Holy Fire showed me. But no matter what, your army heading to Storm's End is guided by God. Renly will definitely be defeated."

"I hope your Lord of Light didn't lie to me."

After Melisandre came out of the hall, she walked out of the castle and headed towards the military camp.

Cole was returning from patrol at this time. Camilo, who was stationed at the camp, came up to help him remove his armor. "You are an adjutant, not my subordinate, Camilo."

I saw him grinning, "Sir, I heard that a bachelor's adjutant is responsible for taking care of his daily life. I think the same is true for knights."

After getting along with each other for a few days, Camilo returned to his original posture. After all, Cole was not a domineering nobleman. Of course, no one in the camp dared to really provoke him. They saw that guy being stabbed by Cole two days ago.

Got the result.

The boy kidnapped the prostitute and was discovered by Cole on patrol. It was originally a free prostitution, but he was extremely vicious. When Cole and the others found the woman, she had already taken in more air and lost less air. Stannis had originally banned prostitutes from flowing in the camp.

Even the entire island of Dragonstone banned this kind of business.

No matter how the man begged for mercy, Cole did not turn a deaf ear and stepped forward with his sword in hand. The kid even drew his sword to resist, but Cole slapped him away with his sword and then penetrated his throat with a short blade.

The momentum he showed at that time completely shocked the recruits.

"Sir, that boy Jose brought a fat cow over and is roasting it, just waiting for you to come back." Camilo said to Cole after taking off his armor.

Cole was a little curious, "Fat cow? How did you get it?"

"Hehe, you also know how dexterous Jose's hands are. He won the bet with the mercenaries next door."

Jose is a senior gambler. I heard that when he was caught in the military camp, he was still betting against others. As a result, he was taken away by everyone, and now he is under Cole's hand.

"Will the mercenaries bet such a big bargaining chip?" Cole pulled out his gloves.

"The bet was on armor. They got jealous and ended up losing two sets. But they couldn't get it together, so they gave us the fat cow they just got. It was a good cow. I saw it was sizzling and oily. I heard

The mercenaries raised a lot of money to buy it."

"A gamble is a gamble, don't make people anxious."

Without even thinking about it, these scumbags must have set a trap for the mercenaries. The profession of mercenaries is meant to muddle along. It is not normal to collect money to buy cattle to eat. After all, they are going to the battlefield.

"We took a dozen brothers to get the cow." Camilo laughed widely.

This cow is considered private property, and Cole will not ask them to distribute the cow to everyone in the team.

"Go and buy some wine from the merchant." Cole handed him a few silver deer.

"Okay." Camilo took the silver deer and ran out.

Cole walked towards Jose's camp. On the arch fire, a roasting cow was roasted on the flames with a thick log pierced through its body.

"Oh, Master Cole." Jose stood up quickly.

"I heard you brought a fat cow over." Cole smiled and looked at the roasted cow.

"We are waiting for you. We have left a good place for you."

He brought a sausage that was roasted black and then presented it to Cole as if he wanted to take credit. "Sir, I roasted it for you and sprinkled it with salt."

Cole took it over and took a look. Good guy, it's really a good thing. This thing is really big, but he couldn't put it down. "I can't use it, leave it to Camilo."

Jose was stunned for a moment, didn't he say that all noble men like this thing?

"Let me personally do some cooking for you and show you how to grill the beef." Cole put the bullwhip back to the grill.

"Then we're in for a treat." Camilo came over here carrying the wine.

Cole cut the beef open with a knife, and then stuffed a bunch of strange grass into it. These things were impossible to chew individually, but they were very good when used as seasonings, which at least made the beef taste less monotonous.

A cow was roasted from afternoon to night. They ate the beef while roasting it, and paired it with ale. It was a real enjoyment.

Cole didn't feast with them for too long, and he left after he got addicted.

Such an unserious military camp is the norm. For a group of people who are about to fight for their lives, why can't they eat and drink? They are about to fight, so can't they enjoy themselves? Didn't you see that the nobles also sang, danced and drank wine?

"Sir, there is a man dressed as a priest looking for you." Camilo found Cole who was at another fire. After returning from patrol every day, he would walk among people one after another. In the past, Camilo would follow him.

But today, the roast beef must be too delicious. Look at the oil stains around his mouth.

Cole would listen to their stories and share his own experiences. He learned this from Maester Aemon.

That's why Cole became so familiar with these people in just a few days.

Anyway, Cole's current impression of this civilian army is that he usually doesn't talk much, but he leads people well and is knowledgeable. But when it comes to killing people, it's a completely different story.

"Priest?" Cole didn't remember what priest he knew. Then, with his head full of doubts, he saw a woman in a red robe. Wrapped in a red robe, her graceful figure was revealed, with a figure on her chest.

A huge red gem, a head of fire-like hair, and indifferent eyes, looking a little cold.

Cole had a rough guess when he saw the red robe.

"Sir Cole?" She smiled softly.

Cole just looked at her fearfully, "Of course, what can I do for you?"

"Maybe we can talk."

Cole shook his head. He was actually a little afraid of this kind of person. Who knew what she knew, what if the Lord of Light let her see his white dragon.

Cole didn't want to know what her purpose was.

"I don't know you, madam. And I advise you to stay away from here. I just executed a rapist the day before yesterday."

I saw her mysterious smile.

"I bring the king's orders."

Kol paused and said: "If His Majesty Stannis gives the order, a herald will come with the banner of the crowned stag."

Seeing that she actually took out a command flag from under her sleeve, Cole was speechless for a moment and cursed in his mind: TNND, how could Stannis give the command flag to a woman.

It's not that Cole has any prejudice against women, but that this era is full of prejudice against women.

I don't know if Cole had such a question. The princes and knights were also full of doubts about this and were very dissatisfied. After all, letting a red-robed priestess serve as the flag officer was simply rubbing their face on the ground.

"Then, Lord Banner, what order did His Majesty the King give me?"

She glanced at Camilo behind Cole.

After waving Camilo away, Cole looked directly at Melisandre, "Okay now."

She rubbed her delicate hands and walked slowly, "You are not loyal to the king, sir."

Melisandre's tone was questioning.

"Of course, I have never sworn allegiance to anyone." Cole accepted calmly.

"It seems that you are a person who values ​​oaths. Our King also values ​​oaths. You are the same kind of people." She suddenly reached out her hand and caressed Cole's face. "The Son of Prophecy will not fight alone. He needs your help."

help."

Cole was stunned for a while, then swatted his hand away, "Watch your behavior, madam. I don't believe in your so-called King of Light at all. Since he wants to save the world and save the common people, then let him go.

I will hide far away, but please don’t involve me.”

Hearing this, Melisandre smiled instead of being angry. "The lost lamb will eventually enter the embrace of Allah."

The two walked to a torch. She stared at the flames in trance, and then said in a soft voice, "Look at this flame, child. What do you see?"

Cole stared at the flames. Inside a straw mat tent, a blood-stained dragon egg was placed in a man's arms, and there was the sound of a woman crying.

"You have the aura of blood magic on your body, although it has faded." Melisandre whispered in his ear. "This is a curse, guided by the blood of your closest relatives."

Cole thought about his memorable dreams.

"I've had some weird dreams."

Melisandre's eyes narrowed slightly, "What kind of dream?"

"A scale, I stand on one side of the scale, and on the other side is a flying horse with a man with long braids hunched over it."

Cole's heart flashed, and he realized that he had fallen into her trap. It seemed that she had used these methods to win over a large number of believers, known as "the back party".

"Priest of the Lord of Light, what do you want? You are wasting your efforts on me. It is better to let the Lord of Light prophesy more about His Majesty Stannis. It is best to let him win this battle."

"He will win. He is the true son of prophecy. From the moment he pulled out the Sword of Light, it was destined that he would lead the world to break the long night."

"Lightbringer?" Cole smiled slightly, "I know who the enemy your god is talking about is? The warriors resisting the White Walkers are on the Great Wall. You should go there to find your savior."

Melisandre's eyes flashed with confusion. Cole's words were beyond her expectation. But she still firmly believed in her interpretation of the prophecy, and Stannis was the son of the prophecy.

"I can avenge you and track down the person who gave you blood magic." Melisandre finally stated her purpose.

“What do I have to give?”

"Dedicate your loyalty to His Majesty the King and win this battle for him."

Cole couldn't help but laugh, "How do you think I can let him win? I don't think I have that much ability. If one person can lead the victory on the battlefield, then why do we need these soldiers? You might as well use your

Use your magic to help us win."

As she spoke, Cole carefully stared at the expression on her face. You must know that Renly was killed by her magic, and it was probably the blood magic she now calls, with the help of Stan.

Nice blood.

I saw that Melisandre's face was as usual, without any trouble.

"You tell me the means to prevent magic, and I can try my best to do it, but there are some things I can't do alone. You need to convince His Majesty Stannis." Cole suddenly said seriously.

"Can."

"It's a pleasure to work with you."
Chapter completed!