Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire.

Chapter 210 Martial Arts Tournament (7)

The carriage traveled to the Widow's Tower and stopped. Melisandre left the carriage and watched the carriage go away.

"Did you find anything?" Attis asked aloud.

A deep voice came from the driver driving the carriage, "Sir Evan asked us to let our guard down and wait until late at night."

Attis stopped asking and leaned his head on the soft cushions of the carriage. "Take a few more turns around the castle. Harrenhal is big enough."

"Yes." The driver whispered.

The four-wheeled carriage traveled along the spacious stone road of Harrenhal. The torch hanging slanted on the wall dragged the shadow of the carriage long behind the carriage. The valley soldiers who were watching at night saw the carriage passing through the gaps in their visors and couldn't help but lower their heads. Head, waiting for the carriage to drive away.

Theodore looked at the poorly guarded city walls, the drunken soldiers, the scattered meat stew, and the hounds and crows competing for food.

The tail of the mule slapped its buttocks, and annoying flies buzzed around the mule cart. Theodore reached out and grabbed a handful of fine gravel and sand from the mule cart, and gently wiped it on his face.

He covered himself with a poorly made straw hat. The sharp spikes of sawdust inside made the top of his skull hurt. Theodore took a deep breath, dusted the mud on the ground, and wiped it on his forehead again and again.

Theodore picked up his whip and touched the mule's buttocks lightly, and the mule cart moved forward.

The city gate was even half-open. The soldiers guarding the city just glanced at him briefly, pierced the pile of fine stones with their long swords, and then waved to let him in.

The tall and deep city walls of Harrenhal were left behind him, and the dark reflection of the city walls under the moonlight enveloped his whole body. This place was very close to the Hall of Hundred Furnaces, and the sounds of the nobles' frolics and drunkenness seemed to be very close at hand.

There is no difference between nobles and commoners. Theodore knew this clearly when he was in the noble castle in Dorne. The Stranger will not play favorites. He took a deep breath and followed the route guided by the stonemason, heading towards the shed where the mules and horses were housed.

The mule cart stopped in the shed, and Theodore leaned out and found that the faint white light in the early morning had faintly appeared in half of the sky, and the sounds of the stonemasons, masons, weavers, dyers and other civilians employed by the Harrenhal Tourney gradually began to sound. Sounded around.

Theodore lowered the brim of his hat slightly and headed in the direction of the distant sound of blacksmithing.

Evan Aylin listened to the reports from his subordinates and looked calmly at the growing crowd outside the window.

"Where is Theodore Wells?" Evan turned his head and looked at the stonemason and attendants who were escorted by the guards.

The stonemason, who was obviously not a Dornishman, was wearing ill-fitting armor. He was chanting prayers from the Seven-Star Bible, closed his eyes, and did not answer.

"If you like to talk, you don't have to have your tongue," Evan was talking about the stonemason, but his eyes moved to the pale attendant beside him. "If you like to close your eyes, you don't have to have your eyes." The corners of Evan's mouth raised slightly, "You are so generous."

"If you want to be silent all your life," Evan looked at the mason's wet private parts, "I can castrate you and make you a blind silent sister, and you will be with strangers for the rest of your life."

The mason's cheeks trembled slightly, and tears and snot overflowed uncontrollably, but he still closed his lips tightly and did not say a word.

Like the group of believers of the Seven Gods that the red-robed woman met before, Evan Arryn thought of his previous exchange with Melisandre of Volantis.

"You're going to be punished after all, hold on." Evan Aylin said to the guard on the side.

Only the young attendant and Evan Aylin were left in the room. The attendant swallowed his throat and his Adam's apple moved up and down. He stepped back unconsciously and looked to the side, not looking at Evan Ayling. . "See, there are a lot of disobedient adults. Most of them were caused by being left unattended when they were young." Evan Aylin took out the dagger from his body and put the sharp dagger tip against the attendant's young cheek.

The cold touch suddenly spread from his cheeks, and the attendant shivered twice, "I really don't know, sir, Sir Theodore never told me these important things. I just set up tents, cook, wash, and wear armor for him." "The boy's lips trembled slightly, and his voice was very urgent.

"Tsk." Evan's dagger pressed down faintly, and a trace of blood was revealed. The boy felt pain and shivered and shouted.

"Please, sir, I really don't know anything, not a single thing!" The boy's tears flowed down, and the smell of urine from his lower body came out unsatisfactorily.

Evan suddenly stood up and reached out to grab the chain around the boy's neck. The surface of the wooden seven-pointed star was still somewhat shiny.

"Drag him down and guard him closely." Evan said to the guard outside the door.

He was no longer interested in the old man and the young man, but looked out the window. The faint light of the sky did not prevent the bonfire from the tower from waving.

"At the city gate, he was probably pretending to be a stonemason and wanted to sneak in." Evan squinted. Catching only a small fish and shrimp was not in line with his original intention. Duke Attis's enemies were not just these fanatical believers, Green Cross The landless knights running across the river are the top priority.

"A bastard born of incest!" Sparrow couldn't suppress the anger in his heart because of his pure faith, and his voice became slightly heavier.

"Too many words will lead to mistakes." The leading monk looked angrily at the believers on the side. He seemed to be unable to control his mouth.

Ser David Destin wiped his sword with a damp cloth and followed the sparrow in silence.

The monk frowned and looked at him, "I thought you..."

"What do you think?" David Destin interrupted the monk, with a bit of self-mockery in his tone, "You thought I would be like those traitors, betraying Theodore when he heard that he had the opportunity to make great achievements and return to the Green Fork River. Sir, betray the Seven Gods?"

He thought of the few attendants and knights who followed him, and spit on the ground, "I just threw their heads into the lake, and didn't do anything more."

The monk muttered something, clasped his palms together and lowered his head, as if he was atoning for David Destin.

"The Seven Gods have expected this day, and what I am experiencing now is my punishment." David Destin withdrew his sword and looked at the towering Harrenhal in the distance with bright eyes. "Participating in the competition to gain fame can bring back A castle?" He asked himself and answered, his eyes firm again, "Not really."

Flocks of sparrows mingled among the crowds in the Riverlands. They might be skinny, or they might be disabled or sick, but they were all like Baron David Destin, who had lost his territory. They looked up at the cursed castle with firm eyes.

"Harrenhal has arrived, ser." William Lannister pointed forward happily.

This kid was designated to have only been to the Riverlands once. James glanced at the excited William, but the contempt in his eyes was only fleeting.

The time he came with me, James sniffed and cursed in his mind.

"Let's go!" James steadied his trembling hand, pressed it on the reins, put the horse's belly between his legs, and galloped away, "I hope I'm not late!"

(End of this chapter)