Sandor and Geralt were locked on an iron frame, and Bronn and Jia Qian were locked in an iron cage. Geralt's face seemed calm, but in his heart he was extremely regretful, regretting that he should not try to be a hero and go into this troubled water. The other three
Already used to seeing life and death, they were already chatting away.
"Stop talking, someone is coming in!"
Before the ship started, dense footsteps came from the dark bottom cabin. They heard that the sound was coming towards the four people, and they immediately raised their heads and stared at the upper partition in silence.
"There seems to be a cabin above us, and someone has moved in." Sandor, the hound, spoke after the footsteps gradually faded away.
"Aren't you talking nonsense? This ship has only two floors. Are they crowded together with us and the cargo?" As soon as Bronn finished speaking, there were rattling sounds from all over the ship.
"Sail off! Hey Geralt! Do you think they killed us because they were leaving the city?"
Only Geralt's special eyes could see clearly in the dark cabin of the ship. He raised his head and looked at Bronn: "He won't kill us."
"Are you so sure? If you don't kill us, are you going to give us a good meal?" According to Bronn's understanding, killing people outside the city is the only way to destroy the corpses and eliminate traces.
Geralt looked at them: "You are overthinking. They are selling vampire ashes. They should take us to a secret place, transform us into vampires first, and then kill and sell the ashes."
"I hate vampires!" Sandor yelled angrily and struggled hard, but the iron lock did not move at all.
Jia Kun, who has always been a man of few words, walked to the iron cage and said, "You are Duke Werther's adopted son. They shouldn't dare to kill you, right? Or do you have a backup plan and let them catch you on purpose?"
"I'm sorry, I overestimated myself! I came alone this time without any reinforcements." Geralt smiled bitterly.
“I didn’t expect we would die so painfully!”
Several people became quiet.
The ship sailed for two days, during which the four people were only fed a few pieces of black bread. They hardly moved except for eating, intending to conserve their strength and look for an opportunity to fight to the death.
"There's movement up there!" Geralt said suddenly.
"What's wrong?" Bronn didn't hear any sound.
"My senses are sharper than ordinary people. Someone is talking in the cabin upstairs. Please keep your voice down." Geralt closed his eyes and focused on his ears.
The sound came not from the top of the head, but from the side of the head. Someone was running, followed by a conversation between two men. One of them was the Three-shaped Man with three animals. The other voice was heard by Geralt for the first time.
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"Bol, urgent message, we have to change our route to Winterfell." The voice sounded like a man in his twenties.
"What happened? You, who have always been calm, are so panicked!" This was Bol's voice.
"You may not have noticed because you were busy escorting the goods, but I received a letter from King's Landing this morning. Don't be frightened when I tell you!"
"Haha, what else can scare me?" Then there was the sound of pouring wine.
Geralt analyzed that the two should be friends or partners.
"Duke Werther, in the name of the chief magician, issued an announcement to all magicians: the inheritance of the Green Seer has been started! As long as the skinchanger magicians have time, they can go outside the Great Wall."
The voice paused: "Edd Stark also issued a recruitment order in the name of the Duke of Winterfell in the North. All the shapechanger mages will first gather in Winterfell and then head to the dangerous Great Wall together."
"So who is the next Green Seer?" Bol asked the question that everyone is most concerned about.
"Neither Wirth nor Ed explained, maybe they don't know clearly either. I think this was deliberately arranged by the Green Seer, so that everyone thought they were the lucky ones to unite and go to the outside of the Great Wall."
"Except for the apprentices, there are probably more than a hundred skinchangers gathered at Winterfell this time. Do you want to go too?" Bol asked.
"Of course I'm going, and I even made a special trip to inform you. The more powerful a shapeshifter is, the closer he is to the Green Seer heritage. Many people like you, a three-shaped person, and you are optimistic about you."
There was no sound for a moment, and Geralt guessed that Bol was considering the pros and cons.
"Go! Maybe this is the only chance in my life, what if it's really me! Then I can even be on an equal footing with Werther, haha." Boll began to laugh wildly.
"What to do with the four people in the cabin? There is also Werther's adopted son inside. If we don't deal with it, it will be a big trouble!"
"When we get to Severn City, kill those three ordinary people immediately after they are transformed into vampires. What Geralt does with it is not up to me. Someone will take over when the time comes." Bol also had superiors.
Geralt stopped talking when he heard what the two said, and the two walked out of the cabin to communicate with other mages.
"One piece of good news, one piece of bad news."
"Hey young man, it's time now, so don't show off and speak quickly." Sandor was very impatient.
Geralt: "The bad news is that you three and I will most likely be executed. The good news is that they will take us somewhere in Severn City before they do it. We estimate that we can live for a week."
"It seems to be good news indeed. Maybe we can find a chance to escape." Several people were unwilling to die like this.
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While Geralt and the other four could only eat one piece of black bread a day, Werther, who was far away in the West, put a piece of honey-baked swan meat into his mouth, and the meat juice overflowed with sweetness.
"This is the swan I caught with my own hands, and I cooked it for you myself. How does it taste?" A beautiful blond woman sat next to Werther and asked.
The woman wore a gorgeous long dress embroidered with gold lions, and had a curvy figure. The blond hair tied up on her head showed that she was a married woman, but Werther ignored it and directly put his hand on her head and rubbed her blond hair: "You have nothing to do to be courteous, just tell me if you have anything to ask me for."
"How indecent is this in public?" Nymeria, who was sitting next to her, kicked Werther under the table: "Rosa is so thin-skinned, I guess she wants to ask why she hasn't received the promised gift yet."
The blond woman is Rosamund Lannister, Witte's fourth direct disciple. Today is the third day after her wedding to William Lannister. Several people are sitting on the podium of the tourney outside Lannister Port. .
It is lunch break now. King Renly, William of Newlon, and other elderly nobles have gone to the city to have dinner. Some young people are still walking around in the tournament venue. The Witte family is left behind by the bride Rosamund. When eating here, there are no guards around, just a few maids holding dinner plates.
"Haha, didn't I give you a gift for the wedding a few days ago?" Werther pretended not to know.
"On my 10th birthday, you promised to give me a gift when I got married." Tears began to well up in Rosamund's eyes.
She had always kept in mind the promise Werther made when she was a child. No matter whether the thing was valuable or not, it was a promise made by her most respected master. Now that it had come to nothing, Rosamund was extremely sad.
"I also heard it at that time. You heartless person even wanted to pay off your little apprentice's debt! Little Rosa, don't cry." After Nymeria finished speaking, she took out the handkerchief from her arms and held Rosamund's face.
Carefully wipe the tears from her face.
"You're already married and you're still young Rosa!" Werther complained and then said to Rosamund: "Be careful of Nymeria trying to take advantage of you!"
Hearing what Werther said, Nymeria hugged Rosamund into her arms: "I am the one, what can you do?"
Nymeria wants to help Rosamund speak, but Wirt has no choice: "The best gift I can give, besides the magic specially developed for you, is the Valyrian steel weapon. The gift for you has already been prepared.
Already."
Nymeria was very surprised: "Then why didn't you give it to Rosamund at the wedding?"
"It's not Sauron yet! He said he would play with it for a while, and then he would personally give it to Rosamund. I didn't know it hadn't been sent to Rosamund yet." Werther stood up and walked out of the awning, looking left and right at the sky pointing at the forest.
Direction: "There, in the sky!"
Rosamund and Nymeria followed, putting their hands on their brows to block the sun and looking into the distance.
Between several clouds in the sky, three figures were shuttled among them. The red dragon and the golden dragon were attacking a black dragon at the same time.
The young giant dragons are very agile in the sky. They flip and move in the sky wantonly, sometimes fluttering their wings and climbing above the clouds, sometimes tightening their wings and swooping down quickly. The two dragons, one red and one gold, spit out dragon flames at the black dragon from time to time.
, sometimes they hug each other, biting each other with their sharp claws and fangs and falling rapidly.
On their backs, the three small figures were not idle. Ice, lightning, and fire magic kept flying from their hands towards each other. After the small magic hit, the giant dragon just trembled with power.
The powerful magic can knock the flying dragon out of the direction, while the magic ball that misses will pull out a wake and fly away.
"What Sauron is holding is a gift to you." Werther pointed at the black dragon.
On the back of the black dragon, Sauron is holding a stick in his hand, which shines with golden light under the sunlight. It is too far away to see clearly. It probably looks like a magic wand.
The three dragons are all of the same age, and there is not much difference in strength. Sauron and the black dragon naturally suffered more attacks as one against two. From time to time, he put his wand on the black dragon's back, and golden magic surged from the bottom of the wand.
It covered the black dragon's whole body, and the wounds on its body healed immediately. This is why he was able to resist the attacks of his sister and brother alone.
As for Odaweying, its huge body was lying on the top of a hill in the distance. It would rather sleep a little longer than participate in the boring fights between children.
"Is it healing magic?" Rosamund asked.
So far, Werther has made more than a dozen Valyrian steel weapons, auctioning one every year and giving away a few. But whether it is a long sword or a wand, they are all enchanted with offensive magic. A weapon is a weapon.
People don't like things that they spend a lot of money to buy that can only cure them. If they want to be cured, they can just drink potions.
"Don't underestimate any type of magic, especially the recovery type! Go back and sit down, the three of them will probably have to fight for a while." Witte was not worried about the safety of the three children. They had often practiced like this.
Nymeria returned to her seat and sighed: "I really envy them. They can fight with magic in the sky at such a young age."
"Yes, when I was their age, I had to rest for a month to use magic, and I rode a dragon when I was almost 20 years old." Witte himself also envied several children.
After chatting until the lunch break, the nobles and businessmen returned to the tournament venue, and the noise and bustle resumed.
The three dragons also landed outside the tournament. The guards of the Lannister family quickly surrounded them and separated those who wanted to see the dragons up close. The three children ran towards the podium.
Renly was sitting on the high throne. On his right was Jaime, who was staring blankly at his feet, and on his left was the groom William Lannister.
"How is it? Is it useful?" Seeing Sauron running up to the podium holding a long golden stick, Prince Lionel hurriedly pulled him and asked.
"It's useful! It's a pity that you have to attend banquets everywhere, otherwise we could have a good fight." Sauron knew that Lionel envied him for being able to move around as he pleased.