Hearing the footsteps behind her, the woman's body did not move, but her eyes slightly turned back.
Then he took it back.
Tap tap tap...
soon.
A man wearing a black cloak and a hood covering his face walked into the hall.
Viserys's mansion was under strict surveillance, and now inns and inns throughout the city of Pentos were being raided.
And no one thought that Viserys had arranged his backup plan in the Temple of the Red God.
"The city is already in chaos."
Ramsay Snow's head hidden under the hood was slightly raised, revealing a gloomy face.
At the same time, a pair of eyes made no secret of their lust, looking up and down at the priestess of R'hllor.
Melisandre, who was kneeling in front of the bonfire, heard Little Peel's words and remained silent for a while, seeming to be thinking about something. Her beautiful eyes stared at the dancing flames in front of her.
It wasn't until Ramsay's outstretched hand almost touched her cheek that there was a slight fluctuation.
"Ramus Snow."
Melisandre said in an abrupt voice.
In this empty hall, the voice of the priestess seemed a little ethereal, and even echoed.
Ramsay's hand also froze in mid-air.
A very strong premonition arose in his heart, if he really touched Melisandre's cheek...
Something very terrible is going to happen.
The woman was kneeling in front of the bonfire with her back to him, and even the scent of the woman had penetrated into his nostrils.
However, Ramsay felt a complete chill, from his head to his toes.
"you..."
There was a hint of surprise in Xiao Peipian's eyes, and he took two steps back involuntarily, but still argued unwillingly.
"Huh, aren't the sacrifices in the temple just for..."
The temples of R'hllor will take in many abandoned orphans. When they grow up, they will become monks or temple prostitutes in the temple.
Because of the rule handed down from an unknown supreme priest of the Red Temple, people will feel the gods when they reach sexual intercourse, so the temple prostitutes have a job in the temple.
However, many senior leaders of R'hllor believers know full well that these are just a means for them to win over believers and strengthen the religion.
But for this reason, the term "sacrifice" has been stigmatized for many times on the continent of Essos.
This is what Ramsay said at this moment.
In fact, he didn't dare to have other bad thoughts, he just couldn't control his own hands. He thought that he and Melisandre were both Viserys' dogs, and what was the difference between dogs?
However, Melisandre's expression remained normal and she was not angered by Ramsay's obviously humiliating words.
His eyes remained calm, and then he spoke in a calm voice.
"I saw your tragic end in the flames."
"Ramus."
"If you can't manage your lower body and cause public resentment, the prophecy will come true."
Melisandre's voice was calm, and she still didn't turn around with her red eyes dancing with flames. However, his words made Ramsay feel a little numb.
He didn't know if Melisandre really saw the prophecy about herself in the flames, or if this woman was just simply scaring him.
However, thinking about the premonition of danger just now, Ramsay decided to be more cautious from now on, lest he really said something.
Then the young man with a gloomy face straightened his expression, coughed lightly and spoke.
"Chaos has already broken out in the city, and it is still being planned."
"Should we inform His Majesty of this matter and let him make preparations?"
Melisandre sat quietly in front of the campfire, squinted her eyes slightly, thought for a moment and nodded.
"Can."
"Have you completed all the tasks assigned to you by the True King?"
When Ramsay heard Melisandre's words, a confident smile suddenly appeared on his clean face, with his white teeth shining brightly.
"certainly."
...
The Prince's Palace on the highest hill in Pentos City.
Viserys sat on the top step of the rotunda, next to Prince Pentos, and to his left was Governor Illyrio Mopatis.
At this moment, the dinner party is already halfway through. After three rounds of wine and five dishes, except for a small conflict at the beginning, everything goes smoothly.
However, the undercurrent was still quietly surging, and Viserys observed that many governors were whispering and pointing at him.
And the governors' servants were constantly coming in and out, not knowing what news they were reporting.
The large number of footsteps heard in the corridor outside the palace was almost completely covered up by the sound of the performance. If Viserys hadn't had extraordinary perception, he might not have been able to detect it.
Now there is a clown performing at the bottom of the steps, and the dance just now has come to an end.
He is a short dwarf with funny tattoos on his face. At this moment, the clown is telling jokes in an exaggerated and sharp tone that are not very funny, and even have some vulgar jokes.
Viserys felt a little drowsy when he heard it, but the elderly governors listened with great interest.
Viserys's black velvet robe was also lined with soft scale armor, and he wore the Dusk around his waist.
He supported his cheek with one hand and looked at the Harlequin below. The tattoo on his face was said to be a Volantis custom.
The Volantis like to tattoo their slaves' faces so that they can easily identify which one is a slave and which one is a free citizen, and then treat them differently.
He doesn't think too much about such a poor dwarf Viserys. He has no power to change the world now, so he doesn't feel any burden in his heart.
The only thing he could think of was the dwarf known as the 'little devil' Tyrion Lannister.
The other person is a few years older than him and should be around seventeen or eighteen years old now. Although Tyrion is short in stature, his wisdom is amazing.
If possible, Viserys would really like to meet the little devil and have a chat with him.
However, it is a pity that Targaryen and Lannister are enemies to death, and the two are destined to be enemies.
At least that's what it seems like now.
Later.
The funny clown below seems to be performing some interactive show.
"Tsk tsk, let me choose one of you adults."
Then the dwarf's eyes turned, finally stopping on Viserys, and he let out a harsh cry, seemingly choosing Viserys.
The young king supported his cheek with one hand and was still a little stunned. He didn't expect that this clown would actually come to him.
However, just when the clown was approaching him, a small paper ball silently fell out of his sleeve and landed at Viserys' feet.
"Um?"
Viserys's eyes suddenly narrowed slightly.
Then he turned his head sharply from side to side. What was going on with this strong sense of familiarity?
Then Viserys calmly stepped on the small paper ball with his foot without anyone else seeing it.
When the clown finished the game and went down, he bent down and picked it up.
The silver-haired boy unfolded the paper ball and looked at it for a few times before his eyebrows raised slightly.
"Um?"
And on the other side.
Thump thump thump...
The clown's show is not over yet.
Suddenly, a soldier hurried in from outside. He leaned down and whispered a few words into the ear of a governor.
Immediately, the expression of the gray-haired governor changed.