Game of Thrones: Royal Game

Chapter 333 The Garden of the Lord of Light
After being caught by the mutinous mercenaries under him as a sincerity to surrender, Mataus Megea had been looking forward to seeing Ian sooner.

He is the eldest grandson of the current consul of Volantis, Malachor Megia. With this status, he believes that Ian dare not take any extreme measures against him, otherwise Volantis will be angered.

As a high-ranking Valyrian nobleman born in the Black Wall, Mataeus firmly believes that everything in this world can be replaced with benefits. As long as Ian is willing to talk, he will be free and will not pay at all. What an unbearable price.

But now, Mataus panicked, because he was thrown into this dungeon directly after he was handed over to the Ghis people, and he has been left hanging for a full week today.

Mataus was not worried that he would not be able to offer conditions that could persuade Ian, but he was worried that he would die in this dungeon before the other party knew his identity.

The dark dungeon was filled with the musty smell and the stench of excrement. Fortunately, Mataus's nose had temporarily gotten used to the smell. He stood up staggeringly, but was slightly tripped by the shackles on his feet and almost fell. fell to the ground.

The size of this dark prison is small and there are no windows. Mataus can only see everything around him by the faint light from the oil lamp at the end of the corridor.

He fumbled to the edge of the iron gate, where his water and food were kept. Although the food was filled with a foul smell, Mataus still swallowed them.

In the first two days after he came in, Mataus once chose to refuse to eat. He asked the jailer for reasonable treatment of prisoners of war. Clean room, water, food and female slaves, and then he was willing to negotiate with Ian.

It didn't go well. The jailer beat him straight up and ignored his pleas.

Mataus thought it was Ian who humiliated and tortured himself to force himself to beg for mercy from him.Under the pride of the high nobles, Mataus chose to eat these terrible foods instead of compromising with Ian.

He knew that if he compromised and begged for mercy from Ian, it would be impossible for him to get a fair chance to negotiate, and the other party would definitely blackmail the Maegia family.

In the next few days, the jailer and Mataus lived in peace, and he once thought that his tenacity would surely force Ian to give in.Until... yesterday the jailers took away the captains who had been locked in the next few rooms because of their recalcitrance, and they said something like 'judgment'. '

Mataeus thought he was one of those on trial, and he swore to himself that he would never dishonor the honor of the nobles of Volantis, and he even had a plan for his speech before the judges and the public.As a result, the jailers ignored him at all, and prepared to leave with only a few other people.

Mataus immediately asked why they didn't bring him with them, but the other party replied, 'Who are you? '

It wasn't until this time that Mataus finally realized the real reason why he had suffered these days. These guys didn't know his identity at all, and he was just making trouble with himself a few days ago.

After realizing this, Mataeus' mentality exploded, and he immediately wanted to reveal his identity and ask the jailers to help him make an appointment with Ian. However, as soon as he recovered, he found that the jailers had already left.

Mataus tried, and he couldn't hear the loud shouting here. He wanted the jailer to help pass the message to Ian, and he could only wait for the next time the other party came.

Fortunately, the jailer in the Meereen black prison will deliver food to the prisoner once a day at noon, and he only needs to wait until the next day to see the jailer again.

So Mataus has been waiting until now. While eating the best leftover food from yesterday, he put his face close to the iron railing, looking at the end of the long corridor, hoping to see the figure projected by the oil lamp on the wall .

But he waited for a long time, but there was no shadow on the wall.

It was dark in the dungeon, and Mataus had no way to determine the time. He used to determine the time by the number of times the jailer delivered food. This time, the jailer did not show up for a long time, which made him feel that the time passed extremely slowly.

In Mataus' torment, time continued to pass.

The food in the bowl had already been eaten, and the pain caused by hunger came from his stomach. Finally, Mataus couldn't help but grabbed the iron bars and shouted for help again, but as usual, he didn't get a response.

A terrible thought came to Mataus's mind, has he been forgotten?

Because he was locked up with several other captains before, the jailer also prepared a copy for him when he delivered the meal, and as those captains were brought forward for trial, the fact that some people were locked up here was dismissed. Did the jailers forget?

Such speculation made Mataus irritable, and he shouted even more hoarsely, until his voice was hoarse, but he still didn't get a response.

It must be my hallucination. I want to see the jailers so much that I feel that they are coming very slowly. Mataus comforted himself in this way, then curled up in the corner and continued to wait.

I don't know how long it took, Mataus felt that he had completely lost his physical strength, and it was difficult to move his body again, and his vision became more and more blurred. He felt his vitality was passing away.

despair.

Before finally closing his eyes, Mataus finally saw the long-awaited figure on the wall at the end of the corridor, but it was not a person who turned the corridor, but a dazzling fire.

"Here is it?" When Mataus opened his eyes again, he saw a vast expanse of whiteness. The strong tingling sensation made him close his eyes again immediately, then turned his head away from looking at the sun, and stretched out his hand to block the strong light. Light, slowly opened his eyes.

It took a long time for Mataus to barely adapt to the bright environment again. He half-closed his eyes and looked around.I found myself in an exceptionally beautiful garden, covered with a delicate and rich velvet carpet.

There is a row of dining tables not far in front of you, which are filled with sumptuous food.

"Am I already dead?" Mataus couldn't help murmuring.

Although in the myth of Volantis, there is no record of where people will go after death, but as a navigator, Mataus has heard many descriptions of other peoples about the afterlife, such as the night sky. The kingdom is another example of heaven.

Mateus clearly remembered that he fainted and died in the dungeon of Meereen, and when he opened his eyes, he saw all this.
Standing up from the carpet, Mataus felt that his strength had recovered a little, so he walked quickly to the dining table, grabbed the food on it and began to feast on it.It had been a long time since he had eaten such normal food, let alone drank such fine wine.

After eating and drinking enough, Mataus started to walk towards the edge of the garden. He had to figure out where this place was. Even if it was really the kingdom of the dead, he had to figure out what was going on in this world.

However, as soon as he took a few steps, he was stopped by a group of beautiful girls in red robes.Seeing them, Mataus suddenly noticed that the garden was full of patterns of R'hllor's flaming red hearts.

The only thing that made him feel wrong was that the clothes on these girls were not serious traditional red-robed monk costumes, but more like the costumes of the "Red Saintess" of the Holy Grace Temple, also known as the "Holy Prostitute", full of Yunkai-inspired artsy touches.

Mataus' Adam's apple rolled, and he felt a flame ignite in his lower abdomen.

"Welcome to the Lord's Garden, Lord Mataus Megia." At this moment, the leader of the red saints approached Mataus.

"Who are you talking about?" Mataus felt his throat dry up when he heard this, and secretly prayed that he would not get the answer he thought in his heart.

"My master is R'hllor, Lord of Light, Heart of Flame, God of Shadow and Fire."

"Am I still dead?" For a moment, Mataus felt empty in his heart. Although he had a premonition, it was another matter to confirm the news of his death with his own ears.

"No, Lord Mataus, your body is still in the dungeon of Meereen. My master just heard your pious prayer, so he brought your soul to his garden."

When did I pray to the Lord of Light?Mataus looked bewildered.

"You pray for the shadows in the light of the fire." The red maiden seemed to see what Mataus was thinking, and reminded.

Does this even count?Mataeus almost blurted out. He remembered that at that time in the dungeon, he had indeed been staring at the fire at the end of the corridor, hoping to see the shadow appear, but what he really prayed for was that the jailer would come quickly!

However, Mataeus quickly restrained his thoughts, fearing that R'hllor would discover what he was thinking.

Regardless of whether you have prayed devoutly or not, the gods have responded to you and pulled you out of that ghostly dungeon. Do you still want to know good from bad?
Mataus was still thinking about things, and suddenly noticed that the hand of the red saint had touched his face just now, and the other red saints had all surrounded him.

"Master ordered us to serve you well before sending you back." The Red Saintess explained in a low voice.

"What the hell? Are you going to send me back?" Mataus grasped the point instantly, and his outstretched hand froze a centimeter above the red saint's chest.

"The master used flames to reveal to his incarnation 'Human Emperor' Ian what happened to you in the dungeon. The Human Emperor will send someone to pick you up from the dungeon. Don't worry." The red saint said while grabbing Mataus's froze hand naturally placed it where it would have gone.

The next moment, Mataeus lost his last sanity and fell into the warm embrace given by the Red God.

When Mataus woke up again, he found himself in the familiar dungeon again. The damp musty smell and the rotten excrement came into his nasal cavity again, making him nauseous.

"Is it just a dream?" Mataus thought instinctively, but soon he felt something was wrong. First, the hunger in his stomach had disappeared, and second, he could still smell the fragrance from the garden just now. The soft touch still wraps around the fingertips.

"R'hllor, Lord of Light." Mataus murmured in a low voice, and once again came to the iron fence, looked at the fire at the end of the corridor, and prayed in a low voice.

Anyway, you can never go wrong by giving it a try.

Before Mataus could pray for a long time, a swaying figure appeared on the wall at the end of the corridor. After a while, the jailer he had been thinking about for an unknown amount of time finally appeared in front of him with a torch.

"I" Mataeus stopped and said to the other party just as he was about to speak.

"Is that Mataus Megia? His Majesty the Emperor wants to see you, come with me." The jailer opened the cell door while speaking, and then came in and untied Mataus' ankle chain.

Overjoyed, Mataus scrambled to follow the jailer's footsteps and walked outside the dungeon.

All he wanted now was to see Ian alive. As for the original idea of ​​retaining the dignity of Volantis's high nobles and never accepting any blackmail conditions from Ian, they were completely thrown out the window.

After the jailer brought Mataus to the entrance of the dungeon, he handed him over to an Unsullied captain, who prepared a luxurious carriage for him.

Mataeus didn't care that he was still wearing dirty prison clothes, and climbed into the carriage with ease. After sitting down in the carriage, he breathed a sigh of relief for the rest of his life.

Saved, thank R'hllor, thank the Lord!
No wonder there are so many Red God believers in Volantis. Grandpa couldn't suppress it, and even the Tiger Robe Army was eroded by the Red God Sect. Mataus finally got what he had wanted for a long time. The answer.

R'hllor is a good god who does practical things for believers!
But when Mataus changed his mind, he quickly remembered what the red saint in the Red God's Garden called Ian-'the incarnation of my lord in the world', 'the emperor'.

No wonder he could defeat the mightiest horse king in the Dothraki seas!No wonder he was able to defeat all invaders and traitors as soon as he returned to Meereen as a king.

It turns out that guy is not a human being, but a god!So it all makes sense.

but…

The smile faded away, and fear and anxiety climbed up Mataus's face again.

It's not the end here, I once wanted to sack the city of God. Will he forgive himself easily?What should I do to atone for my sins?
Amidst Mataus' uneasiness and uneasiness, the four-wheeled carriage galloped on the avenue of Meereen, heading for the Great Pyramid.

"Your Majesty, the person you want has been brought to the living room downstairs." Yada, the water dancer who served as Ian's personal bodyguard, walked into Ian's newly remodeled study room and asked Celia, who was discussing counties. Ian Hui reports on bureaucracy and management programmes.

"Take him to take a shower first, change into clean clothes, and then wait for my interview." Ian didn't look up, he was still writing something.

"Yes."

"Aren't you afraid of spoiling Mataeus when you play like this?" Celia waited for Yada to leave the room before smiling, "How did you come up with such a ghost idea?"

"Have you heard of Assassin?" Ian smiled and did not continue to explain, "As the intelligence station grows larger and larger, the team's loyalty is becoming more and more difficult to guarantee. I plan to choose a group of good Miaozi uses a similar method to brainwash, let's use him as an experiment first."

(End of this chapter)