Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

The rain was like a thin black line painted on a painting board by an artist. As far as Varys could see, the black lines covered King's Landing.

He likes to let little birds go out to sea in this environment. The early morning breeze blows the sails floating on King's Landing. The sound of sailors' deep sleep fills his ears. The swaying black water hits the ship. The little birds work together to drag the sacks on the sea. On the deck of the cabin, a pair of watery eyes were clear and translucent in the darkness.

Varys bent down and reached out to open the black sack, revealing Eddard Stark's face.

"Oh~" Wallis looked at the old wolf's weathered face sadly, and he said to the little bird with some complaints: "You didn't take good care of our fair and respectable Lord Ed. The stubble on this face was not shaved off. Come here, Jed, stop talking about your Seven Gods, and mend Lord Stark's beard, he is the one who will uphold justice in the Seven Kingdoms."

The little bird named Jed put down the Heavenly Father necklace in his hand and stopped praying to the gods. He took the knife and approached Eddard Stark who was lying in the cabin. , a small hand carefully stroked and looked at his stubble, and the cold knife back rested against Ed's chin.

Varys raised the candle, and the weak candlelight filled the small cabin, illuminating Ed's familiar face clearly.

"Poor Duke Stark, look what your eldest son has done," Varys said regretfully. "It's a pity that a young hero who could have been famous forever is just like the Young Dragon King."

Ed was still sleeping, and Varys sighed. He took out the souvenir from the Eastern Continent from his robe. Illyrio informed him of the news one by one. The Horse King was dead, and the huge KaLS The tribe was divided, tens of thousands of Dothraki cavalry dispersed in an instant, and Princess Daenerys was nowhere to be found.

"Griffin does not recommend continuing to take risks. The top priority is to make the Seven Kingdoms more chaotic, and it is best to provoke more civil strife and unrest."

Varys looked at the content of the souvenir and then looked at the old wolf's face, "Attis Arryn is a young hero you love, but in the end he went to the irreversible opposite. Isn't it a pity?"

The old wolf was still asleep and could not hear Varys's whispers.

Wallis stood up, leaving the little bird to accompany the old wolf, and walked out of the cabin alone. The black water shook the hull, making him dizzy.

He took off his cloak and faced the moonlight. The red comet in the sky seemed to symbolize the Targaryen red dragon, and the long dark night around him was the twin brother of the red dragon.

Roose Bolton's 10,000 Northern troops are rapidly moving north along the Green Fork. Lord Tywin naturally knows the Bolton family's loyalty to the Iron Throne.

But originally Bolton wanted to send the ten thousand troops loyal to Stark to attack Harrenhal and die. This plan was approved by the old lion, but was rejected by Attis Arryn.

If Lord Tywin is not mistaken, the original words of the young and famous Lord Arryn at that time should be: "Ten thousand Northern troops need to go north, regardless of whether they have previously been loyal to the 'Oathbreaker' Robb Stark, otherwise The Canyon Knights will trample the Union army with their iron hooves and dye the Green Fork red with the blood of these ten thousand people.”

Tywin hopes to have a northern territory that is completely controlled by Bolton, but obviously Attis Arryn does not want that. The Vale Eagle hopes to leave a northern territory where internal strife cannot go south to invade the territory. At least after the Young Wolf Lord is captured, Almost the entire Northern Territory has an insight into the Bolton family's previous layout. The family loyal to Stark will not easily obey the Dreadfort. This is a difficult consequence for Roose Bolton.

Wallis looked at the white crystal moonlight and the red comet's blood-red light reflecting each other, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly. A divided north was not what he expected.

He thought of the comatose Ed, and there was a vague expectation in his heart. Varys hoped that the loyal old wolf could bring more disturbances to the Seven Kingdoms.

There were slight footsteps in the cabin behind him, and his little bird walked out of the cabin silently, reaching out to hold Wallis's big hand.

"Poor child, harmed by a foolish king." Wallis knelt down and hugged the little bird slightly, "Don't worry, a king who truly understands your suffering will change everything. Believe in them."

The little bird named Jed nodded slightly, reached out and took out a candy bar from Wallis's pocket, and put it in his mouth.

"You can go back, Jed, to find your good playmate." Wallis smiled softly at Jed, stood up, stepped onto the shore, and nodded slightly to the sailor who was squatting holding the wooden stake. The sailor immediately understood and stood up. Enter the cabin.

The cold wind at night made his face hurt. Wallis stood on the shore and watched the ship's sail being raised, gradually moving away from the harbor and slowly sailing towards the moonlight.

"Goodbye, Eddard Stark." Varys murmured. He stopped and stared at the scene for a long time before turning around and leaving.

Varys's little bird Jade walked through the quiet streets, the Heavenly Father chain around his neck wobbling, making a metallic clanking sound.

The sound of the waves in Junlin Harbor became increasingly distant, and the only sound in the streets was the sound of his feet stepping on the stone slabs.

The aroma of the pancakes overshadowed the unique stench of King's Landing, and Jed sniffed it accurately.

He counted the alleys, one, two, three, four and the seventh!

Jed hurriedly turned around at the seventh alley, where he saw a familiar figure wearing cotton-padded armor. The knight was leaning against the corner, smearing his shield with colorful oil.

He approached the knight and said, "Sir Militan, I will come."

Militan took out the pancake from his arms and handed it to Jade, "Take it and eat it. It's hot."

Jed sat next to Militao and took big bites of the pancake.

"Slow down, slow down," Militang said to Jed with some annoyance, "A squire who worked with me at the time, a squire of Darry City, died in Saltpan Town. Do you know why? It was because he wanted to eat the whole cake before leaving, but he didn't finish the cake and died under the spear of the Vale Cavalry. In the end, his body was used as fuel and burned in front of the river port."

"I know," Jed took a big bite without caring, "but I am in King's Landing, not in the Green Fork River."

"The falcon will enter King's Landing sooner or later," Militang held his head with both hands, leaned his head back against the wall, and added, "and the canyon knights following him."

"Aren't they knights who have been smeared with the seven sacred oils? The seven knights guarding the canyon." Jed put down the oil cake, his mouth full of oil stains, and asked Militang while chewing.

"Yes," Militang continued to smear the shield with oil. This shield was in the shape of a kite, and in the center was a long sword that was only half painted with seven colors.

"I heard the High Sparrow chirping, saying that the Knights of the Vale are the bravest knights in Westeros, and the Knights of the Reach are the knights of spring, and the weather is getting cooler." Jed recalled the High Sparrow's words, but was interrupted by Militang.

"Don't say he's chirping! We must respect him." Militang pulled the cloak behind him unhappily. The surface of the cloak was covered by a layer of black cloth. Jed could see the colorful colors behind his black cloth at a glance.

After Militang's scolding, Jed bit the pancake silently without saying a word.

As if he had sensed the bad atmosphere, Militang hesitated for a long time and broke the silence, "I have to leave King's Landing for a while."

"Where to go?" Jed asked immediately, with a little fear in his eyes.

"Go to the Riverlands, pick up the High Sparrow and Sir Theodore." Militang sighed softly and said to Jed.

"You just came back from the Riverlands not long ago," Jed muttered dissatisfiedly.

Militan interrupted Jed again. He had been feeling guilty about this for a long time, but he could not change his habit.

"I am a defeated soldier, a defeated soldier of Darry City, a deserter! If it were not for Sir Theodore and the High Sparrow, I would have been killed by the Knights of the Vale you admire." Militan shut up. He did not choose to continue to entangle with Jed. He stood up, "Get up! I will teach you sword moves again."

Jed stood up silently and picked up the wooden sword next to the wall.

The knocking sound of weapons colliding rang in the streets until the deeper night.

The surface of the dragon egg was as dark as the night, just like the dark sky when the Serenity sailed away.

"All mortals have to die."

The Braavos stared at the dragon egg and whispered.

The assassination of ordinary merchants at only half the price is enough to hire an entire army of ordinary mercenaries, but if the assassination of nobles, or even great nobles, the cost is immeasurable.

"The Thousand-Faced God will give him a gift." The Braavosi nodded slightly to the employer, "He will be freed from the sufferings of the world."

The employer's eyes seemed to be smiling. He was bare-bellied. Like his face, his skin was pale. An eye patch covered his left eye. The right eye with a smile was bright blue.

His lips were even blue.

The Braavosi was not surprised. He had seen so many weirdos in the known world. A pirate who frightened people was not enough to arouse his different feelings.

It was just that the weirdo in front of him was willing to trade the dragon egg, which was exactly what the House of Black and White needed.

"Maybe it's quick." The employer raised his mouth, and it was unclear whether the words he said were a question or a statement.

The Braavosi bowed slightly, "All mortals need to serve. The House of Black and White will not owe anyone and will give gifts in time."

"Okay, that's best." The employer pushed open the door, and a fierce wind poured into the room. The candlelight went out instantly, and the Braavosi staggered and almost fell.

But he opened his arms, as if enjoying the bone-piercing storm.

"Goodbye, Braavosi, hahahaha!"

The employer grabbed the Braavosi and pushed him out of the door, pointing at the Braavosi being drenched by the heavy rain and laughing wildly, his laughter was full of madness.

The Braavosi took a deep look at the employer who was laughing wildly behind him, wrapped his robe tightly, and buried the dragon egg in his robe regardless of the cold, and walked alone into the depths of the rain.

Even if the Braavosi disappeared from sight, the crazy laughter seemed to still come from the house with the door open.

In the city's harbor, the Serenity, which had only one mast, hoisted a dark sail, and the dark red hull seemed to better cover the blood soaking the hull.

The employer stepped over a skull outside the door, which belonged to the owner of this room, the dead owner.

There were piles of corpses on the harbor. The mutes on the Serenity gathered together, standing in the heavy rain mixed with the stench of corpses, waiting for their captain.

On the black sail of the Serenity was an octopus sea monster with long tentacles, which was the symbol of the Greyjoy family.

The employer was the infamous Euron Greyjoy, the owner of the Serenity, the Crow's Eye in the Narrow Sea.

He ran in the rainy night, ran to the deck of the Serenity, and stroked the statue of the black iron girl on the bow. The girl's single arm stretched out, her waist was narrow, her chest stood proudly, her thighs were slender and well-proportioned, and her thick black iron hair fluttered in the rainy night, but looking at the girl's face, she had no mouth, only a pair of mother-of-pearl eyes and a delicate and petite nose.

The mute crew members boarded the ship one after another, like silent puppets, operating mechanically, as if there was a string tying the crew and moving their bodies.

Euron looked at the dark deep sea in the distance and pointed forward.

A dark shadow seemed to appear in the deep sea, stirring the water and storm.

The heavy rain subsided at an incredible speed, and the chaotic sea wind instantly turned into a smooth east wind, pushing the ship towards the west.

"It's time to go home, dear bastard children." Euron drank a sip of shadow water and caressed the dying child who was chained in front of the statue of the girl.

He untied the iron chain, picked up the child who had only a weak breath, and said, "Wake up, wake up."

The child did not wake up.

Euron stared at him sadly, and suddenly pushed him into the seawater. The sound of "plop" of seawater did not stir up any ripples in his heart.

"Another of my children died." Euron covered his face and groaned as if in great pain.

He pointed to the cabin and ordered to the mute crew member, "Bring another bastard and tie him here so that he can feel his father's love."

The mute crew member turned around silently and walked into the cabin, hearing another annoying cry.

Euron looked at the sunshine gradually emerging from the clouds with a smile, "Ah~" he seemed to be enjoying it, "It's another beautiful day, a beautiful day."

The dark shadows on the bottom of the sea disappeared, and the turbulent east wind blew the sails of the ship.

"Go home, my Westeros." Euron once again opened his arms, exposing his upper body, and removed the blindfold covering his right eye. What was revealed was a black eye shining with malice, so dark that There is no bottom, looking at him is like entering an abyss.

Myrcella stood at the port, watching Uncle Tyrion walking away and waving slightly to him, his words still echoing in her ears.

"Attis Arryn is definitely the noble nobleman in the Seven Kingdoms who is most worthy of you. He is young, brave, and resourceful. You don't need to worry about anything with him."

Uncle Tyrion's big head came close to her and whispered to her: "But the terrible thing is that your grandfather, your mother, and maybe your brother didn't understand this. Trying to fall in love with Duke Attis, At the same time, stop your mother and your grandfather from revolting. This is the way to protect them. Fall in love with Attis, Myrcella."

There seemed to be some sadness in Tyrion's words. Myrcella looked at her uncle without knowing why. The latter just shook his head and muttered, "What do I expect a little girl to know?"

"I understand," Myrcella's answer was extremely firm, "I will fall in love with Duke Attis, don't worry, uncle."