The night wind blows from the lake, bringing with it the unique coolness of late autumn.
Cersei was lying in the grass. Her dark green silk dress worth three hundred Gold Dragon was completely soaked with dew. The skirt was stained with mud spots and broken grass leaves. A few strands of her hair were stuck to her cheeks. Her delicate makeup had already been stained by sweat.
But she didn't care about this, she just stared at the two figures by the lake, a man and a woman, standing very close to each other in the moonlight.
Corleone and Marga Li·Tyrell that damn bitch.
"As expected..." A proud smile appeared on Cersei's lips, her green eyes shining excitedly in the night.
That girl Triene didn't lie to herself, that damn Farmer really had an affair with that little bitch!
She took a deep breath and tried to suppress the urge to rush out immediately.
No rush, just wait.
When they make more intimate moves, the evidence will be conclusive, enough to destroy both of them in one fell swoop...
However, at this moment, the two people by the lake suddenly separated.
Cersei's smile froze on her face.
Her eyes widened, and she saw that Corleone didn't know what he said to Marga Li, and then they parted ways.
Gone...
Gone????
"He's just fucking leaving???"
Cersei blurted out, her voice full of disbelief.
She had been lying in wait for such a long time, she was bitten by dozens of mosquitoes, her skirt was ruined, and then she saw them chatting for a while?
What a joke!
And... where the hell are the mosquitoes in the woods this season!
"Fire!!!"
Just when Cersei was puzzled, Tyene's exclamation suddenly came from behind her.
Cersei turned around suddenly, then froze.
I saw that Fort Stoke Worth, which has a history of thousands of years, was burning at the moment.
Thick smoke billowed into the sky, and the fire lit half of the sky red, illuminated the lake, and illuminated Cersei's gradually distorted face.
"Damn fire!!!" She cursed fiercely and finally understood.
It must have been the damn fire that alerted those two people!
Otherwise they would never separate so easily!
Cersei gritted her teeth in anger, almost breaking her teeth.
I'm really... unwilling to do so!
Such a great opportunity!
But she quickly forced herself to calm down.
"Let's go!" Cersei got up from the grass and ran quickly in the direction of the carriage without looking back.
As for the burning of Stoke Worth, she didn't even bother to look at it. After all, it had nothing to do with her at all.
What we need to do now is to leave this ghost place as soon as possible and make long-term plans when we go back.
She was walking in front, her pace was so fast that she couldn't even catch up with Triene and Sarella who were behind her. She shouted, "Wait for us, Your Majesty!"
But Cersei turned a deaf ear to this, and was only filled with the annoyance of her plan being thwarted. She ran forward regardless of the past, and she didn't notice the thorns scratching the hem of her skirt.
Anger burned in his chest, burning brighter than the flames in the distance.
Damn fire!
Damn Corleone!
Damn bitch!
She cursed everyone's name in her mind, cursed this damn night, and cursed herself for being so unlucky.
Just as I was walking, I suddenly heard from my head, "What are you giving her to drink?"
When Tyene and the other two stepped forward slowly, they saw the eldest sister, Obaya, filling Cersei with water.
The water bag is made of fine workmanship, with a golden Rose painted on the leather case.
"I don't know. Anyway, it was given to me by Queen. It shouldn't be a good thing."
Obaya shrugged, then roughly opened Cersei's mouth, and drank all the liquid in the bag without any explanation.
Cersei, who was in a coma, was choked with water, but her eyes were always closed.
Seeing this, the youngest Sand Snake Sarella couldn't help but sigh, "It's so complicated for these northerners to do things."
Hearing this, Triene and Obaya also nodded in agreement.
After all, in Dorne, their method of solving problems was simple and direct: revenge for revenge, and revenge for resentment.
If you don't like it, you'll beat it. If you can't beat it, you'll poison it. If you can't poison it, you'll find an opportunity to assassinate it.
But these northerners always make things complicated, setting traps, setting traps, and pouring drugs...
They don't seem to have a good habit of directly killing people. Instead, they try every possible means to come up with some conspiracies and conspiracies to make people kill themselves in a daze.
From this point of view, they seem to be a bit... too naive?
After a moment of silence, the water was finally finished.
Obaya stood up, hung the empty water bag on her waist, and then dragged another person out of the grass.
"Okay."
She clapped her hands and said crisply, "Mission accomplished, let's go and find a place to watch a good show."
Hearing this, several Dorne Sand Snakess suddenly showed wilted smiles on their faces.
At the same time, a group of people was galloping on the road leading to Stoke Worth.
Commander of the City Watch Adam·Malbrand was riding on the horse, his face full of impatience.
"Fah!!!" He lowered his head and kept cursing in a low voice. "Fah fa fa fa!!!"
No wonder Adam is so irritable, because he should have spent tonight in the gentle village of Silk Street.
Born in the Western Region, he had no worries about money. With a wave of his hand, he summoned two top-notch guys from Lys. Their skin was as white as milk. Not only could they dance, but they were even said to be able to perform some special postures...
Send!!!
Thinking of this, Adam couldn't help but cursed angrily.
But he still shook his head to drive those tempting images out of his mind.
What's the use of thinking about this?
"My lord."
At this time, Deputy Humphrey Waters rode his horse closer and asked in a low voice, "Why do you think Queen Mother wants us to go to Stoke Worth in the middle of the night?"
"I'm not telling you how Stoke Worth has anything to do with the child abduction case. Balman That old guy's income has almost caught up with yours recently. Does his wife deserve to abduct children?"
Hearing this, Adam glanced at him displeasedly, but remained silent.
After all, Humphrey was right.
Balman·Byrch is the Flea Bottom Squad Leader hand-picked by Corleone. It is said that the gray income is hundreds of Gold Dragon every month, and the clothes he wears are more expensive than himself!
With that little profit, what is he trying to do by kidnapping and selling children?
"This is Queen Mother's order, don't ask any more questions."
After thinking about it, in order to maintain his Commander dignity, Adam still scolded him in a low voice.
And Humphrey wisely kept his mouth shut.
"~~~~and Adam exhaled a long breath, and the white mist dispersed in the night sky.
He raised his head and glanced at the moon.
It's almost round.
The moon in late autumn is always exceptionally bright, illuminating the hills and woods in the distance clearly.
On both sides of the King's Road are barren fields. The crops have been harvested, leaving only the bare straw trembling in the night wind.
Occasionally, a hare bursts out of the grass, and is frightened by the sound of horse hooves and flees hastily.
Adam tightened the reins to slow down the horse and looked around.
The fifty golden robes were all listless, and some even dozed off on horseback.
No wonder.
Who wants to come out in the middle of the night?
"Cheer up, everyone!"
Although he was full of resentment, Adam still roared, "We arrived at Stoke Worth half an hour ago, two Silver Stag for each person!"
Hearing this, the golden robes suddenly became energetic and sat upright.
Two Silver Stag, although not as grand as Black Hand Mafia, are still extra income.
Seeing this, Adam nodded with satisfaction and looked forward again, and somehow suddenly thought of James.
That guy should be almost the North now, right?
He had long been clamoring to find someone named "Broken Hand" Colin to learn from Left-hand sword, and he didn't even say goodbye to himself when he left.
But then again, a knight who was once the proudest knight in the Seven Kingdoms was willing to drop everything and start from scratch in order to become stronger.
So damn cool.
Unlike me, I can only obey orders obediently, get up from the bed in the brothel in the middle of the night, take fifty gold robes with me, go to an inexplicable castle, and investigate a case that is probably fruitless.
Sometimes Adam really wants to be like James, just leave and do whatever you say.
But he knew that he was the heir to Brand City Earl, and he had the honor and responsibility of his family on his shoulders, so he couldn't be willful.
James, when we meet again, you'd better not be knocked down easily by me again.
Thinking of this, Adam couldn't help but have a gentle curve at the corner of his mouth.
The sound of horse hooves continued to echo.
Adam raised his head and looked into the distance, as if he saw something, he immediately narrowed his eyes and stared in that direction.
It's the direction of Stokeworth.
"What is that?" he murmured.
The captain in golden robes next to him also noticed it and stretched his neck to look over there. "It seems... there's a fire?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the fire suddenly became brighter.
As if something was ignited, the flames suddenly shot up and jumped wildly in the night sky.
The red light spread quickly, illuminating the surrounding sky and Adam's increasingly serious face.
"It's on fire!!!" someone in the team exclaimed.
"It's Stoke Worth!"
"That direction! That's Stoke Worth!"
The people in golden robes started to commotion and shouted loudly. The light of the torches swayed in the chaos, casting everyone's shadow on the ground and twisting it into strange shapes.
Adam didn't move.
He sat on the horse and stared at the growing flame, with countless thoughts flashing through his mind.
Stoke Worth is on fire.
It was the night Queen Mother ordered him to go investigate.
Coincidence?
Or...
Suddenly, Adam's hand subconsciously tightened the reins.
He remembered that Queen Mother ordered him to come and investigate the relevant clues of the missing children case.
Now, the castle suddenly caught fire.
Could it be that... they are really related to this case and have gotten wind of it and are destroying evidence?
Adam's pupils shrank suddenly, but he quickly shook his head.
No.
Burning down a castle that has been passed down for thousands of years for a few civilian children?
No matter how you calculate this account, it is always a loss.
Balman Although he is quite... cowardly at home, he is not so crazy.
So what's going on?
Accident?
Or...
"Sir!" At this time, the golden-robed captain next to him asked anxiously, "What should we do?"
Adam came to his senses.
He looked at the growing fire in the distance and took a deep breath.
No matter what the reason is, the most important thing now is to rush to the scene. If they really want to destroy evidence, then they must not be allowed to succeed.
If it was an accident... then save someone.
"Everyone!"
Adam suddenly pulled out his sword, pointed the tip of the sword in the direction of the fire, and shouted loudly, "Speed up! Move towards the target location!"
We can't let them destroy the evidence!"
"Ha!!!"
He pinched the horse's belly, and the horse neighed loudly, leaping into the air and running wildly towards the sea of fire.
Behind him, fifty men in golden robes responded in unison, and the sound of horse hooves suddenly became rapid, like a strong wind sweeping through the barren fields.
The light of the torches stretched into red lines in the night wind, and the horses' panting mixed with the sound of hoofbeats echoed in the silent night.
Adam was lying on the horse, the wind whistling past his ears, making his cloak rustle.
He stared at the growing flame in front of him, with only one thought in his mind, "Balman, what on earth are you doing, you bastard?"
The flames jumped in his pupils, getting bigger and brighter, as if they were going to swallow him whole.
The castle in the distance was looming in the firelight, like a devil's cave rising from hell.
Adam gritted his teeth and clamped his legs together, making the horse move faster.
The golden robes behind him tried their best to catch up, but no one could catch up with him.
He rushed to the front alone, like an arrow off the string, shooting into the sea of fire.
The night wind howled, and the sound of horse hooves sounded like thunder.
The fire was getting closer and brighter, seeming to make Adam's mood become more and more irritable, and he continued to urge the horses to gallop towards the location Queen Mother informed him of.
"Ha!!!"
About half an hour later.
Adam's cognition collapsed instantly.
He suddenly felt that he must have killed too many people in his previous life, so that he would suffer such retribution in this life.
He reined in the reins, and the horse breathed heavily and stopped. The fifty golden robes behind him also stopped. The sound of horse hooves gradually died down, leaving only the rustling of Reeds in the night wind and the crackle of fire in the distance.
Looking at the scene in front of them, everyone didn't know what to say for a moment.
Adam He opened his mouth, closed it again, opened it again, but still no sound came out.
There was only one thought that kept echoing in my mind.
. You called me here in the middle of the fucking night just to show me this?
No wonder he was so confused. After all, just a moment ago, everyone was thinking of putting out fires and arresting people, but in the blink of an eye, he saw
This scene will be a little hard to accept.
Under the gaze of dozens of pairs of eyes, the moonlight was like water, shining on the grass outside Stoke Worth.
In the grass, two figures were entangled together.
Naked.
I also know the man Adam, Osney·Kettleblack, the younger brother of his subordinate Squad Leader Osfryd Kettleblack.
As for that woman...
Her long golden hair was scattered on the grass, and the moonlight shone on her fair skin with an ivory luster.
It can be said that almost everyone in King's Landing does not know him.
The most beautiful woman in the Seven Kingdoms, the widow of Robert Baratheon, the Queen Mother of the Seven Kingdoms, the mother of the current king, the eldest daughter of the Duke of Casterly Rock...
Cersei Lannister.
"Fuck!" Suddenly, a voice in a golden robe whispered from behind.
The sound sounded like a switch was turned on. Before Adam could react, the team behind him was already in a panic.
"Seven Gods above, that is Queen Mother!"
"Am I right? That is really Queen Mother?"
"Absolutely, I have been on duty at the Red Fort, I will definitely not admit my mistake!"
Hearing this, Adam quickly turned around.
I saw the fifty golden robes I had brought. At this moment, each of them opened their eyes wide and stretched their necks, like a flock of frightened crows rushing forward.
Some people even got off their horses and moved a few steps toward the grass.
The moonlight shone on their faces, and their expressions... were like seeing the most valuable scene in their lives.
"Fuck, it's so damn white...
A young man in golden robe murmured, with a trace of drool hanging from the corner of his mouth.
The person next to him slapped him on the back of the head. "Keep your voice down! Do you want to die?"
"Aren't you even watching?"
"I think it's my business, don't fucking yell, and take advantage of the opportunity to take a few more looks!"
The two people argued quietly, but their eyes never left the grass over there.
However, the companions around him had no time to pay attention. They just stared wide-eyed for fear of missing any detail.
Who wouldn't feel a little resentful when someone was woken up in the middle of the night, dragged out of a warm bed, and ridden dozens of miles on horseback?
But now?
Seeing with your own eyes what Queen Mother is doing with people in the wild is worth more than playing on Silk Street a hundred times!
Several young men in gold robes were blushing at the sight, but they couldn't bear to look away. One guy's hand had already unconsciously touched down, ready to start his own craftsmanship.
Adam stood there, his mind in confusion.
He got up from the bed in the brothel in the middle of the night and traveled dozens of miles with fifty gold robes, just to see this?
Queen Mother called him here in the middle of the night, saying that she was investigating a missing child case, but she ended up fighting with others here?
What the fuck is this plot!
"My lord...
A voice came from the side, it was Deputy Humphrey·Waters.
He leaned close to Adam's ear and whispered, "Do you want... to wake them up?"
Adam was stunned for a moment, then glared at him fiercely.
Wake them up?
What's it called?
He walked over and patted Queen Mother on the shoulder and said, "Your Majesty, excuse me, the castle behind is burning down, you'd better move to another place and continue"?
Adam took a deep breath and tried to calm down, his mind working rapidly.
"Everyone!"
Suddenly, he whipped out his sword and shouted loudly, "Turn around! Don't look! Anyone who dares to look at it again will be beheaded immediately!"
Seeing that Adam was serious, the golden robes trembled and turned around quickly.
You know, the guy in front of you is one of the best knights in King's Landing. Battle of the Blackwater Rush killed more than twenty Stannis's soldiers by himself.
When he said beheading, he really knew how to behead someone.
All of them in golden robes stood upright with their backs to Thicket, but their ears stood high.
The sounds of um um ah ah ah continued, floating over intermittently, scratching their hearts like cat claws.
Taking a deep breath, Adam then turned around and looked at the piece of Thicket.
Then he was stunned again.
So white... ahh!!!
Adam suddenly had this idea pop up in his mind, and then quickly shook his head to throw it away.
Fuck, what was I thinking!
He took another deep breath, trying hard to look away from Queen Mother and look elsewhere.
But all he could see was that dazzling white body.
Adam gritted his teeth and could only look up at the sky.
The moon is round and bright, like a huge eye staring coldly at everything on the ground.
far away.
Stoke Worth was still burning, and the flames turned half the sky red, bringing with it a burning breath and a burnt smell.
Nearby.
The sound of um um ah ah continued, one sound louder than the other, which was particularly clear in this silent night.
Adam stood between the two, feeling like he was in a dream.
A completely absurd dream.
"Sir." At this time, Humphrey Waters came over again.
Adam didn't even look back. "What's the matter?"
"Brothers... have dispersed and are on alert around you as you ordered."
"Yeah." Adam nodded numbly.
"Then...Queen Mother over there..." Humphrey glanced at Thicket cautiously.
Hearing this, Adam was silent for a few seconds, glanced at the piece of Thicket, and listened to the increasingly urgent voices of the two people.
"Forget it, let them finish it."
Humphrey was stunned for a moment, then nodded. "Yes."
Then he immediately turned around and left sensibly to make arrangements for security.
Only Adam was left standing there, with his back to Thicket and his face to the burning castle.
The sound continues.
Adam closed his eyes helplessly and began to recall how he got to this point tonight.
Not long ago, he was holding two beautiful girls in the brothel on Silk Street.
And now, I am standing in front of the burning castle, listening to the sound of Queen Mother fighting with others.
This fucking world is getting more and more fucking ridiculous.