Game of Thrones: Digger of the Dreadfort

"Were they really thrown out of the city?" Loras looked surprised.

"No, because Maester Cressen dissuaded Stannis. He said that since we were so embarrassed that we were about to eat the corpses of our companions, how could we just throw away the good meat? Uh...oh..."

Renly gathered his hair, pulled him to his feet, and then unbuttoned Loras' shirt:

"Thanks to the Onion Knight, we didn't stoop to the point of eating corpses, which was imminent at the time. This was even more true for Sir Gavin, who died in prison."

"What a sad story." Loras opened his heart.

Renly thought for a while, "During the battle, there is something you should pay attention to."

"Your Majesty, please order."

Renly touched his chin and said: "...Well, if Barristan Selmy is in my brother's camp, I must capture him alive.

Although he is old, his prestige among the Seven Kingdoms is very high. In the eyes of many nobles, whoever he is loyal to is the real king.

The cloak that Brienne requested was originally left by me to Selmy, hoping that he would defect to me..."

"It is said that Ser Barristan has not been heard from since he left King's Landing." Loras lowered his eyebrows.

"Yes, but he never showed up in High Court.

I know the old man, he needs a king to protect him.

If he wasn't on my side, where else could he be but Stannis? "

"As you wish, Your Majesty. I promise that no harm will come to him." Loras put his arm around Renly's slightly broad shoulders.

The two hugged each other...

…………

In the dark night, "Onion Knight" Davos Seaworth held a torch and rode ahead.

Behind him was the red-robed witch, who was shrouded in a tight cloak and hood.

They were getting closer to Renly's camp, and could almost see the thousands of flickering campfires surrounding it.

In order to prevent accidents, Davos prepared four horses.

Even so, he was still as nervous as a fully drawn bowstring because he might bump into a patrolling guard at any time.

Melisandre was riding on a horse, covered from head to toe in a dark red cloak, her face covered by the hood was pale.

"I smell fear in you, Sir," the red witch said softly.

"That's because someone just told me that the night is dark and dangerous everywhere..."

Big drops of sweat rolled out of Davos' forehead, and he focused on the road ahead.

Under the cover of dense trees, they were getting closer and closer to the enemy, but the red-robed witch didn't seem to care.

"Are you a good man, Davos Seaworth?" she asked.

Would a good person do such a thing?

"I don't know." Davos said, "I am very good to my wife, and I try to be a good father and fight for a place in this world for my children.

I have broken many laws before, but tonight is the first time I feel sinful.

All I can say is that I am a complex person with good and bad sides. "

"You are a gray man," Melisandre said with a smile. "Neither black nor white, but both. Is that so, Ser Davos?"

"Even if it is, so what? In my opinion, most people in the world are like that."

"If half of an onion is rotten and black, it's a bad onion. If a person isn't a good person, he's a bad person."

As the night grew gloomier, Davos said to Melisandre, "What about you? May I ask, madam, are you a good person or a bad person?"

This made her giggle.

"Oh, that's a good question. From my point of view, I am also a knight in some form. I am a fighter of light and life."

"But tonight you are going to kill someone," Davos said bluntly, "it seems to be using a despicable method."

Under the shadow of the hood, Melisandre's eyes were as bright as light red candles:

"Despicable? Is it true that only holding a sword can be regarded as upright?"

"Of course!" Davos affirmed.

Melisandre laughed again, "Ser Davos, you are lost in darkness and chaos."

"That's not a bad thing...please be quiet!"

Davos pointed to the light of several torches in front of him, signaling her to be silent.

Their breaths echoed in the woods along with the horses' neighing, until a few patrolling guards disappeared from sight.

"We can only go here. If we get any closer, we will be discovered by patrolling guards at any time." Davos reminded.

"Okay, sir."

Melisandre pondered for a moment, "Please spread a blanket on the ground for me, and then wait aside. Don't let anyone, including some animals, disturb me."

"As ordered."

Things have been prepared and placed on the horse.

Davos quickly laid out the blanket and put on soft velvet sheets:

“Ma’am, that’s it.

But I'm wondering what are you doing?Sleeping here?

I have never seen an assassin kill a target like this! "

"You will know soon." The red-robed witch then turned over and dismounted.

In front of the "Onion Knight", Melisandre opened her hood and shook off her tight cloak.

It turned out that she was wearing nothing.

His belly was bloated, the granary hung heavily in front of him, and his belly was so big it looked like it was going to burst.

"Gods bless you! You are..."

Davos stretched out his hands to cover his eyes, unable to breathe.

He had seen the red-robed witch a few hours ago.

She was still graceful back then, why did she look like she was ten months pregnant now?

He murmured, "What are you..."

"You needn't be afraid."

Melisandre responded with a small smile, her voice low and husky, as she lay on the blanket.

Her eyes were like red coals, and the beads of sweat on her skin seemed to glow on their own.

Oh, all of Melisandre is glowing!

"Onion Knight" couldn't help but marvel.

A touch of black light...

She gasped, squatted down, and separated...

The blood kept gushing out, but it was as black as ink.

She cried, in pain or fever, or both, she couldn't tell.

After a while, Davos saw the head of a child wearing a crown and struggled to squeeze out.

They twisted and grabbed, their black fingers grasping Melisandre tightly...

Until the entire "shadow" comes to this world.

"Shadow" stood up, taller than Davos, almost touching the treetops, like a giant tower on a boat.

It took a look around, then flew towards Renly's camp ahead.

Davos only had time to take a look before the "Shadow" left.

However, this glance was more than enough for him.

The Onion Knight recognized the shadow and the person who reflected it.

This is the shadow of his king, Stannis Baratheon.

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Riverrun.

Lord Horst's study.

At night, the fire was burning in the fireplace, and it was still a bit cold to sit still.

Domeric was sitting in the study, slowly flipping through some official documents sent from various parts of King's Landing.

It was not because he was busy with official duties that he stayed up late at night.

Domeric could do nothing if he wanted to.

He just enjoys the silence of the night and uses small things to improve himself as much as possible.

As long as anyone can reach the middle level, his foundation is not particularly bad.

If you focus your time and energy on one thing, you will definitely achieve something.

This principle applies to almost everything in the world...

On the contrary, even if you are a genius, you still can't achieve anything on something if you don't spend time.

In his previous life, he relied on this method to compete with most people during his study days, obtain a pretty good academic qualification, and gain a starting point.

In anything, as long as you spend time, the rewards will gradually appear.

In daily life, you don’t need to keep thinking about your distant and great goals. You just need to find small and valuable things and do them step by step.

…………

These official documents are boring, and the things they describe are a series of events without any ups and downs.

An hour later, Domeric was yawning profusely and felt tired and wanted to sleep.