Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

The sea breeze blows in the town, and the bustling crowd is still as usual at the port, doing small businesses and doing some hard work in the streets. This is the case for most residents of Seagull Town. A small number of farmers are following the requirements of the lords. He cultivated farmland and raised horses on the vast plains outside Haiou Town.

Different from the lively atmosphere of the port town, in the dungeon of Seagull Town, the humidity from the seaside has become the reason for the torture of the prisoners. Bedbugs fly around. Unlike the stinky smell of the town, the place is full of rotting corpses. Stink.

The dungeon is built above the stinking ditch. Prisoners lying on the ground and resting can often hear the sound of water flowing in the stinking ditch. Often, a few minutes after hearing the sound, the stench will rise up. Old prisoners who are familiar with this He always covered his mouth and nose at this moment, almost vomiting when he saw the new prisoner.

Of course, this is not the handiwork of the Grafson family. The dungeon is not a prison run by the lord of Seagull Town, but a private prison set up by the Shet family in Seagull Town, specifically to detain criminals who smuggle Qarth products. This is also With the tacit approval of the Grafson family, since their lord was attacked by Qarthen assassins in Longbow Hall, the Grafson family no longer acts as a mediator in the conflicts between the Shet family and the Qarth Chamber of Commerce.

After Attis Arryn was attacked, the Eyrie City did not take many measures to respond, but Seagull Town, a place where good and bad people were mixed and merchants from all over the world gathered, responded consciously.

Not long ago, a new prisoner was welcomed here.

Lance bit his collar and held his breath. He once belonged to the Sheite family and was the bookkeeper of the Sheite family. He knew very well how this dungeon tortured prisoners. Most of the prisoners in it were those who dared to gain property. A desperate desperado who goes against the Sheite family and takes risks.

Despite his efforts, the stench still found its way into his nose, and the feeling of vomiting instantly surged from his stomach to his throat, "vomit~", Lance bent down, and gastric juice poured out of his mouth.

The knights of the Sheite family had put on their masks in advance and were wearing fully armored plate armor to watch over the group of them, but they couldn't help but turn away when they saw this scene. The prison guard looked at them expressionlessly. He had long been accustomed to the smell of this place, or in other words, he had become one with it.

"You stay here tonight.", the knight of the Chet family ordered, and left without looking back.

Lance cursed in his heart. He saw that the people he had worked with at the Seagull Town Customs were imprisoned in different prisons. Some were even half-disfigured and imprisoned in the water prison of Seagull Town, leaving their wounds to become infected and rot until they died. . On the contrary, I was slightly grateful to be imprisoned in the prison of Sheite's house.

After all, the guard here knows himself and is very familiar with him.

"Toadworm?" Lance called out tentatively. Is that the name of the guard in Shetter's prison? Damn, he didn't remember much.

The guard's ugly toad-like face turned around and looked at him with his big round eyes.

"I am Lance, I am Lance, you should know me, we are all loyal to Mr. Shet." Before Lance could finish his words, the guard's whip had already been thrown on his face, and a blood streak appeared.

"Ah!" Lance screamed. He was about to yell, but when he saw the guard's terrifying face, he forcefully swallowed the words.

"I have money, and I hide it in the house at the port, Toadworm," Lance said as softly as possible, trying to appease the guard.

The sound of whipping sounded again, and someone in the prison couldn't help but laugh. Bloodstains appeared on Lance's face again. He fell to the ground in embarrassment, and when he looked up, he saw the ugly toad-like face of the guard.

"Master Shete calls me a toad, and all of you below call me that." A voice like blowing bubbles came from the guard's mouth.

What is the name of a toad if not a toad? Lance complained in his heart, his face sluggish with fear, and the toad's whip struck again.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!", Lance's scream echoed throughout the dungeon.

"If I can't beat Mr. Shete, why can't I beat you?" Toadworm cursed angrily, and the whip kept coming like a torrential rain.

When the sound subsided, Lance's bloody body lay on the stone slab with gaps in the dungeon. The sound of drainage from the stinking ditch appeared under the stone slab, and the stench faced Lance's mouth and nose.

"Ouch!~" Gastric juice blocked Lance's face directly. He rolled and groaned in pain. The acid burned his eyes and he could not open them.

After groaning for an unknown amount of time, Lance opened his eyes. He struggled to look ahead. The toad was long gone, only the closed door of the dungeon and the suffocating darkness.

Apart from the vomiting sounds of other prisoners in the dungeon, the only sound was Lance's breathing. The extreme stench was still unbearable for Lance, but the pain on his face was like a piercing pain. Lance struggled for a long time until the prisoners in the cell threatened. , "If you keep yelling, I'll tear your mouth off."

Lance carefully opened his eyes to see the prisoner's face clearly, wanting to remember this face and obediently shut his mouth.

Wait until the chancellor knows the news here and see how he treats you! Lance cursed viciously in his mind.

The darkness seemed to swallow up time, and Lance didn't know how much time had passed outside. It wasn't until the prison guard, the damn toadworm, opened the cell door, and the stars outside shone in, that Lance knew it was night.

Another knight in full armor and a mask, Lance thought to himself. They knew this place was full of stench, so they kept wearing masks. Damn it, was he the knight of the Scheit family who guarded him in the morning?

The knight opened the cell door, and the jailer behind him pointed at Lance. The knight stepped forward, grabbed Lance, and dragged him out.

"What do you want to do? What do you want to do?" Lance wailed in fear.

The knight replied in a deep voice: "Take you away from here."

"Where to? To King's Landing? Were you sent by Lord Baelish? Finally, the Lord has not forgotten me!" Lance shouted in surprise and laughed hysterically.

The knight did not say anything, "Baelish?" His tone seemed to be eager for confirmation.

"Yes, yes! Lord Baelish, were you sent by him?" Lance asked.

The knight chuckled a few times under his mask, "Of course, I was sent by Lord Baelish."

Lance grabbed the knight's armor with his hands in surprise, "Great, that's great, the Lord finally sent someone." He roared fiercely at the prisoners behind him: "You wait, this knight will definitely cut you into pieces, hahahaha!"

There was a sharp pain behind his head, Lance's eyes turned black, and he fainted on the ground.

The knight carried the fainted Lance and walked out of the dungeon.

The waves hit the ship, and the shaking deck woke Lance up again. It was still late at night on the ocean. He was tied up and surrounded by his colleagues who worked in the customs.

Even in the middle of the night, Lance still recognized the port of King's Landing at a glance. "Are we in King's Landing?" Lance panted. He recalled his experiences in recent days and felt more and more like a big dream. He followed the customs official who was once a romantic. At his request, he used his accumulated connections in Seagull Town to read out the horrifying rumors from the book. Countless silver deer and golden dragons swayed in front of him. Even if the rumors were horrifying, he still did it.

As a result, he was thrown into the dungeon and taken to the ship.

He didn't know what his fate would be or where he would be taken, but at least he would step on the solid and heavy ground first.

Soon he got what he wanted. The knight led everyone. Lance counted them and found that there were many knights, but none of them had family medals. He remembered what he heard when he was arrested, "In the name of Artis Arryn!"

Damn, was he taken to King's Landing by the knights of the Vale? He stared into the distance, fearing his unknown fate.

Littlefinger fiddled with the letter. He already knew that the customs officer he once served had an accident in Seagull Town. He rarely felt threatened in his life. He did not issue an order to spread the rumor at all. How could such a stupid order come from his own hand? And such a rumor really appeared in Seagull Town, and the rumormonger happened to be his old subordinate.

A trace of fear spread in his heart. Is this your handwriting? Littlefinger thought of the face of Artis Arryn.

If he was accused of issuing this order, and it seemed that there was sufficient evidence, and all of these rumormongers were his own people, then the Iron Throne's trial would probably come soon. His old customs subordinates surrendered to others, and someone must have betrayed him. Littlefinger was used to betraying others. From his step by step from Gulltown to King's Landing, from a small official to the Chancellor of the Exchequer, he betrayed countless people who trusted him and deceived countless people, but it was very rare to be deceived, and really deceived.

And if the rumormonger indicated that he was the one behind the scenes, then Attis would inevitably take advantage of the situation to introduce Lysa's poisoning, and expose his special relationship with Lysa, and it is possible to point out that he was the mastermind behind Lysa. Damn, although Littlefinger didn't know whether Attis knew about his relationship with Lysa, Littlefinger had already thought of the worst situation, and he had to deal with the threat brought by the Duke of the Valley.

Duke? The title that Littlefinger dreamed of. How could the noble young master who was born with a golden spoon fight against him, a little noble who was on the peak step by step? He must be prepared to deal with it.

Littlefinger rarely showed a ferocious face, he clenched his fists, the big strategy has not been implemented yet, and it is still unknown who will win or lose.

Since Tyrion went north, Artis rarely talked to people. At most, he would interject a few words when the king and Eddard were chatting, and smile when King Robert laughed heartily, but Eddard in the North seemed to be unable to be moved by any joke. He looked at the laughing Robert with a stern face.

Robert would then pull his arm and point at Eddard, "Look at our Prime Minister, no joke can make him laugh, hahahahaha!"

Artis thought Eddard's reaction was very interesting, and showed a real and cooperative smile.

King's Landing was not far away, Artis thought, Weimar and Robert should be here soon.