The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

Amid the low, dark, crazy laughter of the Crow's Eye, the clothes on Faria's body were torn roughly.

She begged and screamed, and the Crow's Eye said impatiently: "Shut her up."

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

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

At the signal of Maqilo, Faria, who was already unconscious, was tied under the mast at the bow.

Mumbling in his mouth, 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, 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, the priest Moqorro stretched out a hand expressionlessly, and his fingertips touched Faria's forehead, chest and lower abdomen respectively.

He began to chant a high-pitched Valyrian curse, and Faria's wailing became louder and louder. The sea breeze became stronger and more violent, and only the whites of her eyes were left, and black smoke came out of her mouth.

Crow's Eye squinted and observed the wind direction. An evil smile slowly climbed on his face. He walked over and admired the beauty wrapped in 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 involuntarily, trying to suppress the whistling wind: "The ship blessed by the Lord of Light is not afraid of fire, King Euron."

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

The surrounding sounds were like a wailing song. The priest Moqorro paused, and he replied: "The fire of life in her belly can last until you arrive at Dragonstone."

The Crow's Eye chuckled: "You are so cruel, I am very satisfied with your service."

Moqorro stroked his chest: "Thank you for your trust, it is my great honor, Your Majesty."

"Trust?"

The Crow's Eye laughed first, then patted Moqorro's charcoal-like arm, hooked his blue lips, and said: "Let's go, don't let my beauty wait anxiously."

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Old Town, Citadel

It was cool and dim inside the wall. An ancient fish beam wood 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 in the rest. It was the favorite habitat of crows.

The tree was full of crows, and there were more around the arched windows above the yard. The ground was covered with their feces.

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

Following Daenerys's order (Chapter 238), Samwell, who came to the Citadel, had reached the time to leave. In a few months... He had read all the books here that recorded the White Walkers.

"You seem reluctant to leave."

A voice that was hard to distinguish between male and female came from behind. Samwell looked over and was slightly stunned at first, then smiled with a touching and shy smile: "Thank you for coming to see me off, Laresa."

Laresa was a thin and handsome young man. His skin was like light brown ale, with thick black curly hair, a pair of big black eyes under his pointed forehead, and he was wearing a green tight armor with iron nails and deerskin breeches.

He was an assistant bachelor who was studying to forge a bachelor's necklace, and the only friend Samwell made here.

Laresa smiled, Samwell scratched his head nervously, and said: "Yesterday I wanted to say goodbye to you, 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..."

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

He glanced at Assistant Maester Laresa and added: "It's best if they are milky."

Laresa: "..."

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

Leo interrupted others again: "I know, I am very 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 people of the Tyrell family were not polite. Well, I came and you saw me."

His name is Leo Tyrell. He was born in a branch of the Tyrell family and is currently studying in the Citadel.

His hair color is golden, a strand of hair covers one eye, and his face is very handsome. He wears the green and gold striped satin clothes of the Tyrell family, and an emerald rose fixes the black silk short shawl on his shoulders.

Samwell's impression of him is that his voice is soft, but his mouth is a little... vicious.

Also, he had met Leo when he was seven years old. At that time, his father scolded him for being a coward every day. Thinking of the past scenes, he could not help but try to avoid meeting the person in front of him...who had 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 bad things about you. We... we are..."

He wanted to say that they were friends, but in fact, their relationship was at most acquaintances.

He finally found the words he thought were appropriate: "You are a good person, Leo."

Hearing this, Leo was startled at first, blinked his eyes, and then laughed.

Laresa said helplessly: "Sam, his highest praise 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."

"I...I..."

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

Leo grinned: "Your father told everyone that you are a deserter. To be honest, I really didn't expect you to be so decisive."

Samwell's forehead dripped a few drops of sweat because of nervousness: "I received training in the Survey Corps of Kleber (131st), I went to the battlefield several times, and I also assisted Green... His Highness to improve the law, and..."

They finally mentioned the past. Samwell was eager to praise himself to his childhood "friend", and he didn't know why he was so boastful.

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

Laresa came over: "Okay, the touching farewell ends here. Sam, it's getting late, we should leave."

Leo's eyes moved over: "So, did they choose you in the end? Aren't they worried that the noble princess will 'return the goods'?"