Facing the cold sword, the four people who were fighting wisely chose to stay away from it. Bronn, Sandor and Jia Qian retreated to the side of the cage and sat next to each other. Geralt was still lying on the ground.
There was no injury on the face, just stains.
Seeing that the four-man gang split into two small teams, the sword-wielding guards were very satisfied with the effect. As long as the prisoners did not resist and escape with one heart, there would be fewer cases, and the guards would be happy and at ease.
Several ox-drawn prison carts followed the team slowly forward, and soon they arrived at a small square in the city. Surrounded by newly built stone houses with more than four floors, they formed a circle to block the cold wind, making the square look brighter than other places.
To be warmer, many craftsmen with hammers and pickaxes hanging on their waists gathered here.
The prison van team stopped at one side of the square. The guards stood guard next to the prison van. The mages leading the team were talking to others. Jia Kun bumped Bronn and Sandor with his arms left and right, and raised his head to signal them.
Look ahead.
A wooden shed was erected in front of a shop. A large number of craftsmen lined up to enter from one side of the shed and exit from the other side. When they came out, they all had a piece of black bread and a bowl of steaming fish soup in their hands.
The craftsmen holding the food would not go far. They would squat on the spot and finish the food quickly before putting the empty wooden bowls into a bucket. When the food was full, they would help carry the bucket into the shop.
"The gray direwolf flag, Stark actually opened a cheap restaurant, it seems that this duke family is not doing well!" Sandor saw two flags hanging on both sides of the wooden shed and mocked in a low voice.
So what about the arrogant Duke? The Lannister family all took the initiative to become vampires! Sandor believed in what Geralt said in his heart, and Robb, who looked great and upright on the surface, was not a good person secretly.
"Why is that blue flag on the other side hanging side by side with the direwolf flag?" Jia Kun, whose soul is damaged and his brain often suffers from headaches, has come to Westeros for many years and knows some of the rules here. The height of the flag represents the meaning of the flag.
The level of status.
"The three silver boats on a blue background are Robb's wife and the Farman family of Fairy Isle in the West." Sandor also saw another flag through the crowded crowd and recognized it at a glance.
"People in the north are secretly rumoring that Robb was fascinated by his wife's beautiful appearance! The nickname of the Fairy of the West is not for nothing. Robb is either making people or preparing to make people every day, and he also uses magic to make people.
The banner of the House of Man is mentioned as equal to his own status." Bronn didn't know where he heard the gossip.
"Rumors among the common people cannot be trusted!" Sandor retorted. No matter where they are, the common people at the bottom will imagine the lives of the nobles. All kinds of fictitious pornographic stories are enduring in the tavern. Sandor firmly believes that Saran Farman
He is not that kind of person, and at the same time he is trying to protect the reputation of the people of the West.
"Quiet!" the guard next to the prison car shouted loudly.
"These craftsmen were recruited by the Stark family. Now that the weather is cold and physical exertion is high, the Stark family has added an extra meal for the craftsmen. The kind-hearted Ms. Saran is also here during this time. As long as you don't talk nonsense, etc.
You can also have a free meal later." Another guard came over to talk.
When they heard that there was food, all the prisoners in the prison car next to them sat up straight. Bolong and others followed suit. Only Sandor heard that Saran was here. As long as he saw her face, he might have a chance to survive.
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Not long after, some craftsmen who had finished eating carried three wooden barrels and walked from the shop to the prison car. The three-shaped person and the Stark knights were also walking towards the prison car, surrounded by a blond lady.
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Two wooden barrels were carried to the prison car in front. One of the three barrels contained an empty wooden bowl, one was filled with fish soup, and the other was filled with black bread. The craftsmen began to distribute a piece of food to each prisoner.
Smelling the aroma of fish soup, the Bolongs ignored the guards and moved to the fence, stretching out their hands like beggars. They were really hungry.
The noble lady also walked out of the crowd, and pointed at the prisoners beside the prison car with the three-shaped man.
She wore tanned black cowhide boots and a shiny mink coat. Even though she had given birth to three children, her graceful figure could still be seen in the thick clothes. Her golden hair was neatly coiled on her head, and her furry collar
Hanging on the outside was a gold necklace inlaid with green gems, which was the same color as her eyes. The originally immature girl has now become a gentle and mature woman.
In the square, which was almost entirely filled with men, no one said anything dirty to the beautiful Saran in private, and those who had thoughts about women did not dare to look into her eyes. Saran was very popular among northerners.
Seeing Saran's beauty, Bronn felt that the rumors were true: "If I were Robb, I wouldn't live to be thirty!"
"I'm almost dead and you still think about women!" Jia Kun swallowed his saliva. He just wanted to drink hot fish soup as soon as possible.
"Money and women are my favorite things in life." Bronn's life goals are pure and simple.
Geralt also climbed to the fence, and when he saw Saran Farman's face, he felt very familiar: Rosamund Lannister? No, they just looked alike.
In another timeline, Rosamund even served as a substitute for Myrcella because she looked so similar.
"Why do scumbags have a beautiful wife? Robb is not worthy of her at all!" Geralt looked at Saran and cursed very angrily.
Bronn: "Haha, you see, even the white-haired boy is thinking about women!"
Geralt clenched his fists and stared at Saran in the distance.
When he took the initiative to ask Werther to practice, he never told anyone the real reason.
Geralt is the oldest among Werther's children, and Werther teaches him the theoretical knowledge of magic. His mother Arianne is responsible for life, and other magic practices are taught by Sansa and others.
Tyrosh is similar to Dorne in that he is more open-minded. Geralt developed a love for Sansa when he was in his early tenth year. Later, when he learned that they were related by blood, he transferred his love to Sansa's good friend, Menedith.
Crane. Later, Rosamund Lannister grew up, and Geralt felt that both of them were his lovers.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Darkseid and Sauron are still young and do not understand the love between men and women. Geralt, who has nowhere to talk to, finds that secret love is very painful. One day, he went to his grandfather Doran's place for dinner
, Oberon and Geralt chatted for a few words and figured out what he said, and the unreliable Oberon arranged a full set of services for him.
Geralt, who thought he had become an adult, cherished Menedith and Rosamund even more. But bad news came one after another. The Green Seer started the inheritance. Sansa and Menedith left Tyrosh and went to the north. Rosa
Meng was also going to marry William. The goddess in his heart was no longer in his heart, so the frustrated Geralt found an excuse and went to the north alone to find his father Robb.
Now seeing Saran who looks very similar to Rosamund, and Robb being a scumbag, Geralt feels that the world is very unfair!
Rocco, the Three-Shaped One, handed a pamphlet to Saran. After the two said something, Rocco asked his men to open the prison van and release several of the prisoners. The knights quickly stepped forward to catch the prisoners.
Walk towards the shop.
"Are we going to be sent to the kitchen to make brown blanches?" The brown blanches in King's Landing are famous, and Bronn has eaten them several times.
Sandor: "Don't be ridiculous, human flesh and fish taste different."
Bronn: "Have you ever eaten a human?"
"I've seen others eat it and smelled it!" Sandor lowered his voice: "I know Saran. When she comes over, I will ask her for help."
Bronn: "Everyone in the West and the North knows her! But does she know you?"
"Don't talk nonsense. You only have one chance to cooperate with me!" Sandor didn't bother to explain to him. At this time, he had to save his strength and give it a try.
"Salan! I know you, get me out quickly!" The prisoners who were not released began to shout anxiously.
"Asshole!" Rocco yelled and raised his hand towards the cage. The green light shone, and the wooden fence seemed to come alive. Several branches grew around the yelling prisoner, getting longer and thicker. He lifted the prisoner up and waited.
The green light disappeared, the branches stopped growing, and the prisoner was tied to the fence with his head down, his face flushed with blood.
Bronn turned his head and said: "Sandor, I think you should change your words."
Sandor shook his head.
After dealing with the mortals in a prison van, Saran got closer to Geralt, and several people heard the conversation between Saran and Rocco.
Saran pointed at the list on the small book with his leather-gloved hand: "Master Rocco, this, this and this, release these three theft prisoners, and they will work as craftsmen here for three years to deduct their punishment.
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Rocco checked the list: "Let these three guys out."
The three lucky guys were taken to the house by the knight to register, shouting Saran's name all the time. Then came another prison car, only ten meters away from Sandor.
This distance is enough! Sandor lay down in front of the fence and pushed away his long hair, revealing the scar on his face that was more famous than himself and shouted: "Salan! I am Sandor Clegane, please save us!"
After hearing the sound, Saran turned towards the prison car and looked at Sandor with doubts on his face. After a few seconds, he turned back. Rocco, the Three-Shaped One, only glanced at Sandor and the others with the corner of his eyes.
Continue talking to Saran as if nothing happened.
"Why is she pretending not to know me! Why?" Sandor found it unbelievable. In his heart, Saran was a very kind person. Even if he was a prisoner, he should ask questions when he met an acquaintance and not pretend not to know him.
Own.
"Why are you howling! Shut up!" The guard on the side raised his foot and kicked the arms of several people who were stretched out.
Several other people retracted their arms, but Sandor still clung to the fence, despite being kicked by the guards and pulled by Bronn behind him, still shouting: "Salan! Save me!"
Geralt, who couldn't stand it anymore, struggled to lift the heavy shackles and put his fingers on Sandor's elbow. His arms went numb and lost strength before Bronn pulled him into the prison car.
"Without legal status, we are like rubbish!" Sandor was discouraged and sat blankly in the prison car.
"Our prison van is used to imprison mages. The magic circle at the bottom was activated when we entered the square. I think what Saran saw were just a few barking beasts." Geralt explained to several people.
Bronn grabbed Geralt's shoulders: "What! Didn't you activate it when you entered the city?"
Geralt: "As long as you are stronger than the magician who set up the magic circle, you can see through the magic circle. If they open it in front of Robb, it will easily arouse suspicion. The wizards here in the square are their people. If you open the illusion magic circle, we can be isolated
sound and form."
"Aren't we doomed then? White-haired boy, I hate you even more now. How many opportunities have you missed to ask for help?" Bronn pushed Geralt away.
"No matter how powerful Geralt's magic is, he is still an aristocratic young man who grew up in a greenhouse. We can only rely on ourselves if we want to survive!"
"agree."
"I agree."
"Yes, I have missed too many opportunities and may never see my relatives again." Geralt lowered his head and muttered to himself.
From Saran's sight, there were only four black wolves in the prison car at the rear. When they saw her and the person distributing fish soup approaching, they kept baring their teeth and roaring at them.
Saran would not argue with beasts. After hearing Master Roko say that these animals were prepared for the skinchangers going to Winterfell, Saran also left a few extra bowls of fish soup for the four wolves to worry about them starving.
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The prison car entered a small courtyard with a building structure like a military camp.
There is a magic circle on the tall wall, the smell of horse manure in the stables is very fresh, and there are many people waving swords on the training ground. From the actions of these people, it can be seen that they are all warriors with high martial arts skills.
Geralt also began to actively think of solutions and carefully observed his surroundings. No one wanted to die in the dark.
"Stop!" Rocco walked towards Geralt.
He pinched Geralt's arm: "Put the others in a cell, and put this white-haired boy in a bottle!"
Bottle? Geralt didn't know why. But the Bolongs looked sympathetic.
Soon Geralt knew what the bottle was.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click the next page to continue reading the exciting content! On the ground on one side of the square, there are several small wells with a diameter of less than 50 meters. The guards used keys to open the iron fence above and kicked Geralt.
He was kicked into the well.
The well was not deep. Geralt, who had fallen, stood with his feet at the bottom of the well, and his head was less than one meter away from the well mouth.
Snap! The fence is locked.
All I can see is a small circular patch of sky above my head, with the sun shining in obliquely. Fortunately there is no snow, otherwise this place would not be able to breathe.
"Fuck!" Geralt, who lived in a single room, soon discovered that this place was a place of torture.
In the narrow shaft, my hands were still wearing heavy shackles. If I wanted to squat down, I couldn't bend my knees. I could only stand in place. Over time, my knees began to hurt.
By the time it got dark, Geralt had begun to groan in pain. He could only stand and could not rest. The severe pain in his knees and waist made it impossible for Geralt to fall asleep.
"I swear, as long as I can get out, I will cut you into pieces!" In extreme pain, he could only relieve the pain by cursing his enemies.
After an unknown amount of time, the moonlight shone above Geralt's head. An eagle hovered over the city. Looking up at the crescent moon and the night sky full of stars, Geralt cried.
The sound of a big boy crying loudly spread throughout the military camp from the shaft. After hearing this, the sleeping prisoners stood up and huddled in the corner, fearing that they would be the next person taken into the bottle, and they all avoided the sight of the jailer.
The crying continued, and the oil lamps in several rooms were lit. A guard carried a bucket of snow and walked towards the shaft, cursing: "Oh no, I'll bring you snow to calm you down. If you dare to scream again, I'll throw it into the shaft."
Fill it with ice water!"
After stopping crying, Geralt waited for a long time, and the snow in his curse words did not fall into the shaft. He pricked up his ears and heard two familiar voices near the mouth of the well.
"Little Baimao is crying so sadly, why don't you go and save him?"
"He can't die. We have to let him know that this world is not that beautiful, and let him live in it for another half day!"