iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 517: Academy City
Amid the Crow's Eye's low, dark, crazy laughter, "swish, swish," Faria's clothes were torn to shreds roughly.

She begged and screamed, and the Crow's Eye said impatiently, "Tell her to shut up."

Hearing his order, one sailor clamped Faria's cheeks tightly and forced her to open her mouth, while another sailor took out a dagger and skillfully poked it into her mouth and stirred it.

Blood splattered everywhere, her tears, snot and urine flowed out, and a piece of flesh was pulled out by the sailor with a grin, and she could only whimper in pain.

At Maquiro's signal, the unconscious Faria was tied under the mast at the bow.

Muttering to himself, the red-robed priest took out a small bottle from his waist, pulled out the cork, and forced the red liquid inside into Faria's mouth.

Faria coughed violently, the sea breeze whistled past, and her uncovered body trembled in fear. After a moment... her eyes gradually became dull, as if her soul had been taken away, leaving only an empty shell.

Then, Priest Machiro stretched out a hand expressionlessly, and touched Faria's forehead, chest and lower abdomen with his fingertips.

He began to chant a high-pitched Valyrian curse, and Faria's wails grew louder and louder, and the sea breeze grew stronger and stronger, until only the whites of her eyes rolled back, and black smoke came out of her mouth.

Crow Eyes squinted and observed the wind direction. An evil smile slowly crept up on his face. He walked over and admired the beauty surrounded by black smoke for a while, but suddenly frowned.

The wind howled, making the sails rustle and the masts creak.

As if Moqorro had instantly realized what the Crow's Eye was thinking, he turned his head and raised his voice in an effort to drown out the whistling wind: "Ship blessed by the Lord of Light does not fear fire, King Euron."

The Crow's Eye seemed to have not taken these words to heart at all. He just shrugged nonchalantly, tilted his head, and had a hint of teasing on his face: "Is she dead?"

The sounds around him were like wailing songs. Priest Moqorro paused and replied, "The fire of life in her belly will last until you reach Dragonstone."

The Crow's Eye chuckled. "How cruel of you to be. I am very pleased with your service."

Maqiro stroked his chest and said, "Thank you for your trust. This is a great honor for me, Your Majesty."

"trust?"

Crow's Eye laughed first, then patted Moqorro's charcoal-black arm, and said with a hook of blue lips, "Let's go, don't let my beauty wait anxiously."

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Old town, school city.

It was cool and dim inside the wall. An ancient fish beam tree occupied the entire yard. The human face carved on the trunk and the pale branches were covered with a thick layer of purple moss. Half of the branches looked dead, and there were still some red leaves swaying in the rest of the place. It was the favorite habitat of crows.

The trees were filled with crows, and there were even more around the circle of arched windows over the courtyard, and the ground was littered with their droppings.

Flutter, flutter, one of them flapped its wings and flew over his head, and Samwell Tarly reluctantly withdrew his gaze.

Samwell, who came to the Citadel under Daenerys's orders (Chapter 238), had to leave. In the past few months... he had read through all the books here that recorded the White Walkers.

"You seem reluctant to leave."

A voice that was hard to tell whether it was male or female came from behind. Samwell looked over and was slightly startled at first, then he smiled with a touching and shy expression: "Thank you for coming to see me off, Laresa."

Laresa was a thin, handsome young man with a complexion the color of light brown ale, thick black curly hair, and large black eyes under a pointed forehead. He wore a green doublet with iron studs and deerskin breeches.

He was an assistant maester who was studying to forge a maester's necklace, and he was also the only friend Samwell made here. Laresa smiled, and Samwell scratched his head nervously, and then said, "I wanted to say goodbye to you yesterday, but I couldn't find you. I... asked a lot of people, but they didn't know your whereabouts."

"That's because there's no need to say goodbye..."

Laresa was interrupted by another person before she finished speaking: "Have you finally been expelled? Alas, I complained to the doctors that the Citadel accepts all kinds of people nowadays... wild boars, black bears, Dornishmen, not to mention swineherds, cripples, idiots, etc... Hey, why are you looking at me like this? I solemnly warn you that I only like naked women?"

He glanced at Assistant Maester Laresa and added, "It's best to have something like milk."

Laresa: “…”

Samwell's smile was still shy: "Leo, yesterday I..."

Leo interrupted the others again. "I know. I am grateful for disturbing my sweet dream, but... because of you, I got up too early today. I was worried that you would spread the word that the Tyrells lacked etiquette. Well, I am here, and you have seen me."

His name is Leo Tyrell. He comes from a branch of House Tyrell and is currently studying in the Citadel.

He had blond hair, with a lock of hair covering one eye, and was very handsome. He wore the green and gold-striped satin of House Tyrell, and a short black silk cape was fixed to his shoulders by an emerald rose.

Samwell's impression of him was that he had a soft voice, but a somewhat... vicious mouth.

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Also, he had met Leo when he was seven years old. At that time, his father scolded him every day for being a coward. Thinking of the past scenes, he couldn't help but try to avoid meeting the person in front of him... the person who witnessed his "wonderful" childhood.

Samwell opened his mouth and said, "I'm sorry, I just want to say goodbye to you. I... won't say anything bad about you. We... we are..."

He wanted to say they were friends, but in reality, their relationship was more than acquaintances.

He finally found what he thought was the right words: "You're a good man, Leo."

Hearing this, Leo was startled at first, blinked, and then burst into laughter.

Laresa said helplessly: "Sam, his highest evaluation should be 'Lazy' Leo."

Leo patted Samwell's arm and said with a smile, "You are much more interesting than when you were a child. By the way, I have always wanted to ask you, I heard that you sneaked away from Hornling Castle? If it is true, I have to admit your courage, Sam."

"me……"

Samwell paused, scratched his head, and said unconfidently: "I got my mother's permission before I left, so it shouldn't be considered sneaking away..."

Leo grinned. "Your father told everyone that you were a deserter. To be honest, I never thought you were so decisive."

A few beads of sweat dripped from Samwell's forehead because of nervousness: "I was trained in the Survey Corps of Kleber (131st), I have been on the battlefield several times, and I also assisted Green... His Highness in perfecting the law, and..."

They finally talked about the past, and Samwell was eager to brag about himself to his childhood "friend", and he didn't know why he was bragging so much.

"I still have, I still have..."

Laresa came over and said, "Well, enough of the touching farewell. Sam, it's getting late. We should leave."

Leo's eyes moved over: "So, they finally chose you? Aren't they worried that the noble princess will 'return the goods'?"

(End of this chapter)