At noon, the sound of iron tools colliding suddenly came from the courtyard of a wealthy merchant in the town, accompanied from time to time by the roar of men and the screams of women.
Other people in the town stayed away, fearing that they would be implicated.
They all also knew that the three foreigners who came a few days ago had a conflict with the passing slave owners. People were curious and talking in the distance about the tragic fate of the three Gary.
In their opinion, it was impossible for three people to defeat the slave owner's more than fifty slave soldiers.
After more than half an hour, the noisy wealthy businessman's courtyard returned to silence.
Gary stepped on the blood-stained turf and kept breathing heavily. His right hand holding the sword was shaking slightly, indicating that he did not have much strength left.
All the more than fifty foreign soldiers died in his hands, but there was also a wound on his abdomen, and the blood had soaked the clothes on his abdomen.
Injury, this has not happened for many years.
Gary raised his left hand and sealed the wound with Ice Magic, which temporarily stopped the bleeding.
In terms of combat effectiveness, these more than fifty foreign soldiers are far inferior to the dozen or so elite Highgarden cavalry wearing refined armor last time.
But facing a slightly weaker enemy, Gary was still injured.
This is also because his physical fitness is not as good as before. Moreover, he did not use Ice Magic to fight against the enemy, so he was able to win with only minor injuries, which was a blessing among misfortunes.
Gary does not want to use Magic to fight the enemy, because Ice Magic has become his symbol. Once used, his identity will be exposed.
"Come here!"
Gabo threw the frightened slave owner in front of Gary.
Sergey and Gabo had some new injuries, especially Gabo, who was stabbed on the back. Fortunately, he was protected by leather armor, so the wound was not too deep.
But the wound was too long and the amount of bleeding was huge. If Gary hadn't helped him freeze the wound, he would have suffered from excessive bleeding and shock.
"Guys, I have money, I have gold, I'll give it all to you... yes, and women, I'll give them all to you. I just ask you to spare my life and let me go, I beg you."
Gary ignored the slave owner's begging for mercy. He looked at Gabo, who was still moving, and said, "If you move any more, the ice behind you will definitely break. When the bleeding occurs, I will not help you deal with it."
Gabo immediately did not dare to move. He smiled and said, "Thank you very much for saving my life with Ice Magic."
I don't know when he put on his trousers. But judging from the style, they were probably not his own, but more like they were ripped off from the dead soldiers.
The two of them are not facing the enemy head-on. Only after Gary cuts the enemy, they will go up to touch up the enemy.
Therefore, they were not seriously injured.
"Ice Magic can only temporarily stop your bleeding and treat the symptoms but not the root cause. You need to find a reliable doctor to help you suture the wound before the ice melts."
Gary is holding his abdomen, he also needs to suture the wound. However, he does not trust the doctors of this era, because there is no chance of bacteria in this world, and the doctors are very unhygienic. Therefore, he still plans to deal with the wound himself after returning to the room.
Sergei, who had been silent for the whole time, felt a little embarrassed and said, "Your Excellency Stark, I want to visit my fellow countrymen."
Gary swung his sword into its sheath, and then held the slave owner who was so frightened that he almost wet his pants in his hand, "Let's go together. You protect him so desperately, and I am also very curious about your fellow countryman."
Mentioning this fellow countryman, Gabo couldn't help but punch Sergey, "If you dare to hurt me like this next time, I'll be the first to chop you down!"
Sergei could only nod awkwardly and then lead the way to Gary.
Near the stables at the back of the courtyard, there were three dirty wooden cages, and a body that had long since cooled down on the ground.
As soon as they arrived, the three of them all covered their noses and frowned to varying degrees.
Because this place is so smelly, the smell is not that of horse manure, but the stench of rotting meat.
Sergei walked in the front. He took an alien scimitar and cut off the wooden door of the wooden cage, freeing the woman inside.
Both his and Gabo's original swords were confiscated by the slave owner's men. Now that they haven't had time to get them back, they can only use this unhandy scimitar.
"Thank God, you are finally back. I thought you didn't care about me, Sergei." The woman was held in Sergei's arms, crying heartbreakingly.
Sergey comforted him, "It's okay, Cindy, they are all dead."
"Cindy?" Gabo showed a weird smile, "She is the J-girl who stole all your savings on your wedding day and then ran away with other men?"
Although Gabo and Sergei are not from the same hometown, they have worked together for many years and would drink and chat together no matter what. Therefore, Gabo knew that Sergei had a runaway bride.
Gary looked as if this was indeed the case. He had already guessed that the relationship between the two was not as simple as "fellow countrymen", otherwise Sergey's character would not have caused any impulsiveness.
However, Cindy only lost one right leg, and it was a new injury. It seemed not as miserable as Sergey said before.
"Sergey, are you crazy? You want to save such a woman? It's my words. I wish she would be even worse."
While Gabo was teasing Sergei, Gary threw the slave owner to the ground who dared not move, "Watch him, don't let him run away."
After saying this, he came to another wooden cage.
The woman in this cage was not as lucky as Cindy. She only had one right hand left in her limbs, and she had died long ago. Countless flies were biting her face, which was really miserable.
Gary sighed silently, turned around and came to the last wooden cage. There was also a woman without clothes. What was unexpected was that she had no limbs, and even her nose and one eye had been gouged out, but she was not dead yet.
Unfortunately, although the wound on the woman's body had been bandaged, it had already become suppurated and infected, and she would soon die.
Gary marvels at the woman's perseverance, but knows that she is in great pain all the time.
In his opinion, the woman had actually died a long time ago. What was in the cage now was just a corpse that was holding on for its last breath.
He drew his sword and wanted to help this woman free herself.
The woman was dying and raised her head. When she saw the style of Gary's sword, her only remaining eye suddenly shone with light. "Are you the messenger of Seven? My prayers were answered. God finally sent a messenger to rescue me..."
Her accent doesn't sound like that of the North, but it is somewhat similar to the accents of Tyrion and Jaime.
Could it be that she is from Westerlands?
Gary slashed the wooden cage with his sword, slowly came to her, and squatted down. "You... are from Westerlands?"
The woman's mental momentum suddenly improved, "Yes, angel, I come from Westerlands, and my family has been a loyal believer of Seven for generations."
Gary knows that women have returned to their original glory and are about to burn out the last strength of their lives.
He tried to comfort him, "I am not the messenger of Seven, and I even don't believe in Seven at all. But I have a friend from Westerlands..."
As Gary was talking, the woman suddenly went crazy, "You are not the messenger of God? Why not? I have been praying day and night, hoping that he can save the believers who are in trouble. Why doesn't Seven respond to me even though everyone is dead?"
Could it be that what has always supported her is her belief in gods?
In the feudal world of "Game of Thrones", there is no way to cross classes. Common people will always be common people, and nobles will always be nobles.
Take Sergei and Gabo as an example. Their strength is even stronger than most of the knights who were knighted. But how can they be raised? If they are not appreciated by the nobles, they will only be mercenaries for the rest of their lives.
The common people are unable to change their destiny, so they can only place their wishes on the gods and regard the gods as their last hope. This is a true portrayal of the people at the bottom of Westeros.
Gary was silent, he didn't know how to answer.
The woman's faith gradually collapsed, and her face was ashen.
"Seven didn't respond to me, so I converted to Lord of Light in this land. But why didn't Lord of Light respond to me? Am I not pious enough? But I pray every day... Noble Lord, do you believe in Seven?"
Gary knows that most Westeros nobles and commoners are very pious to the gods they believe in, and swearing an oath to a god is the most sacred and serious oath.
But this was his first time seeing such a fanatical believer as the woman in front of him.
Gary shook his head, "I come from the North, which doesn't believe in Seven."
The woman suddenly realized, "Oh, so you believe in Old Gods, so has Old Gods ever responded to you?"
"I don't believe in Old Gods either, I..."
Gary saw the woman's expectant gaze and changed her words with unbearable expression. "I believe in another god. It was that god who sent down his will and asked me to come and rescue you."
Hope rekindled in the woman's eyes, "Which god is it?"
Gary said casually, "Well... he is above all gods and is the supreme god."
The woman closed her one eye and prayed devoutly. "Thank you to the Supreme God for his mercy and salvation. I am willing to sacrifice myself and my soul to bless this noble man in front of me. He is your extremely loyal believer, and I beg you to continue to protect him."
Gary was stunned. He originally thought the woman was praying for herself, but he didn't expect...
As soon as the woman finished praying, a strange silver-white thread floated out from her chest and slowly flew towards Gary.
Gary didn't know what the silver-white silk thread was, but when he saw it extending towards him, he raised his hand to stop it.
But the thread seemed to have no entity, and it passed directly through Gary's palm and flew into his chest.
At this point, the two were connected by a silk thread, and Gary also felt part of the pain on the woman's body.
He stumbled with a ferocious expression and almost fell down in pain. This is only a small part, not all of it. God knows how the woman survived.
"What the hell is this?"
Gary wanted to remove the thread, but he couldn't touch it at all, so he could only worry.
Suddenly, the surrounding space and time seemed to have stopped.
A girl with silver hair and purple eyes with a pair of dragon horns appeared instantly behind Gary. The girl was so beautiful that she was beyond mortal. She had no clothes, she just stretched out lazily, exuding boundless charm.
Then she flapped a pair of dragon wings on her back, pressed it against Gary's back, and whispered in his ear, "Oh? I said what woke me up. Did you find your first believer?"