Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

"You shouldn't be here," Margaery said urgently, looking around at no one, stretched out her hand to pull up the curtains, and turned to look at her brother Loras, "King's Landing is in danger."

Loras frowned and shook his head in confusion, "That's why you need a Tyrell to protect you in King's Landing."

"No," Margaery interrupted her brother, "It's fine for me to be alone in King's Landing. My father gave me dozens of guards, all of whom are very good."

"They are all rotten, how can they compare with me?"

Margaery took a deep breath, suppressed the uneasiness in her heart, and calmed down her impatience, "Why don't you go back with Earl Redwin?"

"I said," Loras emphasized, "I want to protect you. How can I rest assured that my father and grandmother leave you alone in King's Landing?"

"Brother," Margaery knew that arguing was useless. She held Loras's hands, "The Red Castle is a leaky castle. Spiders, falcons, and an inexplicably crazy lioness are all wandering around here. What just happened As you saw at the Council, the Lannister had no control over the situation."

"That's why I have to protect you even more."

"No," Margaery denied, "The Queen Mother is afraid of me. King's Landing is still the territory of lions, and your coming in is like entering their bloody mouth."

"I have come to serve the King, not the Lannister, the King. The warriors will protect me."

Margaery held her forehead and sat on the cushion beside her. "If Queen Cersei says anything to you, don't pay attention. She is not the king."

Loras nodded excitedly and sat next to Margaery.

"I was supposed to come to King's Landing after Stannis was captured and witness his beheading."

"Then you should be disappointed," Margaery said, with a hint of helplessness in her tone, "The Red Castle is full of leaky walls."

"If Stannis goes to Storm's End, I swear I will chop his head off with my own hands."

"I thought you came to King's Landing just to keep me company." Margaery was used to the big boy's clumsy lies, and she revealed Loras's intentions with one sentence.

"Of course, of course," Loras became visibly nervous, "Protect my sister and gain honor at the same time." He touched his nose, looking a little embarrassed.

The red-robed guards scattered in the crowded secret passage. James held the torch and stepped over the puddle in front of him.

A wall was suddenly dented in the long and narrow tunnel, covered with heavy sand and gravel, and a lead rope was embedded deeply in the stone wall next to it.

A shovel was placed against the wall, looking as if someone had casually discarded it.

James drew out his sword and gently pushed aside the top layer of sand and gravel.

The fine sand on the surface suddenly flowed downward, like the hourglass of time, spreading to the entire surface in an instant, leaving a large hole.

James looked inside, but it was empty.

"Damn it!"

James stepped on the puddles, ignoring the splash of muddy water, and walked in the direction he came from.

He returned to the Red Keep, dove into Cersei's bedroom, and opened the door.

"Sir! Sir!" Her maid stopped behind her, "The Queen Mother is resting, she is resting."

James pushed the maid away, who stumbled and fell to the ground.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Sir James is here!" The maid was still shouting after she fell.

He walked to the inner room and heard the sounds of joy inside.

James swallowed air and pushed the door gently.

A white robe is the first thing that catches the eye. The white robe and helmet are hung neatly on the hangers.

He looked towards the bed and saw a muscular body violating his sister's body wantonly.

"Ser Osmund Kettleblack." His sworn brother, the King's Kingsguard

James's voice was so soft that Sir Osmond hadn't even heard it yet, still immersed in physical pleasure.

Until Cersei screamed, "Jaime!" She pushed Osmund Kettleblack away and climbed out of bed naked.

Osmond stumbled and half-knelt on the floor. When he raised his eyes, he saw the silver light shining on the tip of the sword.

Jaime took off his mask and moved towards Cersei, keeping his sword pointed at Osmund.

"Sir James, I'm sorry, I'm not, I. I am." Osmond's seemingly strong body was curled up together, his long and angular face was trembling, and he knelt on the ground, trembling and begging for mercy.

"James, by the Seven Gods, why didn't you knock on the door?" Cersei quickly put on her clothes and retreated to the wall. Her eyes signaled the little maid behind the door to be quiet. She swallowed and looked at James nervously. Mu.

"Wildfire," James said. The lion in his heart closed his mouth, retracted his fangs, and calmly watched the prey. "It was moved by the Queen Mother's people. I want to know where it is."

Cersei held her chest and wrapped her upper body tightly in clothes, "Without the pyromancers from the Alchemist Guild, no one dares to move the wildfire. Are you really afraid that King's Landing will be blown into ruins?"

"So," James' sword tip pierced Osmond's neck, and a trace of blood gushed out, but the sword did not shake at all. Osmond's face turned pale with fright, he closed his eyes tightly, and no longer begged for mercy. , just praying in my heart, "I remember that all the fire warlocks died in the previous flood disaster in King's Landing, who else was there?"

"I don't know, how do I know, gods" Cersei swallowed again, she tried to comfort, "James, my brother, we are siblings, I am the Queen Mother, I... still love"

"It's better not to say any more useless words, Queen Mother." The tip of James' sword penetrated deeper, and Osmond's blood surged faster.

"Save me, save me, Queen Mother." Osmund opened his eyes and looked at Cersei, pleading in his eyes.

"Harlem also has an apprentice, in the Alchemist's Guild, and Wildfire is there, too." Cersei looked at James helplessly with tears in her eyes.

James withdrew his sword and said, "Sir Osmund Kettleblack, you will put on black clothes and serve on the Great Wall." He turned around, glanced at the innocent little maid, and went straight to the Alchemist Guild without stopping for a moment.

"I thought there would be more," Jaime said, glancing at the young pyromancer cowering beside him. "More wildfires?"

The young pyromancer calls himself Little Harlin. Fortunately, he does not have the dead air of his master Harlem who crawled out of a withered grave. He is quite handsome, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. His thin face is sharp and angular, and he is also quite smart in his work. Capable.

"There are more everywhere in the tunnel, and they need my guidance," little Harlin said in a very calm tone as if he was not afraid of James.

James withdrew his sword and glanced around. Every bottle and jar of wildfire was wrapped in a strange brown substance.

"The substance invented by my master, but anyone who is familiar with the history of alchemists knows that he is just lying. This is a substance that has been passed down by the pyromancers for a long time."

This substance, from what it sounds like, is indeed an alchemist, James thought to himself.

"It was in liquid form at first." Little Harlin held up a glass bottle with liquid flowing inside. "It can be well sealed by wrapping it on the surface of the wildfire jar with delicate techniques. Soros, my master's friend, came to pick it up. This substance is also used in wildfires.”

Thoros, Jaime thought of his experience at Harrenhal.

"Will it explode?"

"The probability is there, even if it is wrapped with this substance"

"What's the use?" After hearing this question, James saw the sarcasm in little Harlin's eyes, but he was not unfamiliar with it. This look often appeared in the eyes of the bachelor.

"Things about science and magic," little Harlem seemed to be imparting knowledge or telling a story, "how can there be such a word as this? Everything is flowing. My dear Sir James, I just used this Just because wildfires are safer doesn’t mean there will be no errors.”

"Okay," James took out the money bag and shook it, and the crisp sound of coins colliding was heard, "No matter who you served before, listen to me now."

Little Harlin took the money bag and bowed respectfully, "Thank you."

After James left, little Harlin let out a long sigh, and there was a hint of ridicule in his eyes. A woman's naked body appeared in his mind, and he swallowed, "My dear, my love."

He whispered crazily and put the money bag away.