Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

  Chapter 62 Sacrifice

  The Turbulent River emerges from the depths of the Crimson Mountains, rushes southward, travels tens of thousands of miles, and finally flows into the Sea of ​​Summer.

   After the turbulent water flowed into the sea, it also changed its violent posture and became calm.

  On the sapphire-like sea, a ship is going upstream.

  Natalie stood at the bow of the boat, looking at the faintly visible castle in the distance, with curiosity and apprehension in her purple eyes.

At this time, she was not wearing a veil, revealing her delicate and beautiful face, and the animal skin clothes on her body were also changed into a blue dress. Under the skirt, her slender and well-proportioned legs were shining like jade in the sunlight. luster.

  Catu stood behind Samwell, seemingly performing his duties as a servant, waiting for orders from his master at any time, but in fact, his eyes were always sneaking at the girl's thigh.

  The ignorant savage boy had never seen such a beautiful girl before, and he became obsessed without knowing it.

  Perhaps feeling Katu’s prying eyes, Natalie turned her head and glared at the young man, then snorted softly:

   "What are you looking at? Brat!"

  Katu turned his head in a panic, his face flushed red.

   After a while, he muttered unconvinced: "I'm already fourteen years old, I'm not a brat!"

  Unfortunately, Natalie ignored him at all.

  Holding her clean chin with both hands, she asked in a longing tone:

   "My lord, do you think the Dane family will hold a ball to entertain you?"

  Samwell glanced at the girl beside him and said with a smile:

   "What? You want to go to the dance?"

   "Just curious."

   "Even if there is a ball, it is for noble ladies!" Katu couldn't help but interjected.

   seems to want to use this to dispel some of Natalie's illusions of being out of place.

  Natalie turned her head and glared at Kathu again, but she still froze.

  Yeah, she is just a savage, how can she be qualified to attend the noble ball.

  Samwell looked at the approaching Starfall City, thinking about his own worries, and didn't have time to comfort the self-pitying girl.

  His visit to the Dane family this time was also in response to Petyr Baelish's provocation by "Littlefinger".

  Of course, he also knows that this kind of provocation is an unbreakable conspiracy.

  With the prosperity of Yingzui Island, it will inevitably arouse the fear and vigilance of the lords of Dorne, especially the lords of Starfall City.

   It is even very likely that a war will break out.

  However, Samwell didn't want to completely eliminate the fear of the Dornish people, he just wanted to buy himself some time.

The last time Yangwu City-Qingting Island-Old Town traveled, he bluffed a lot of money and food, and now the construction of the territory has entered the fast lane. In just four or five months, his castle will be basically completed .

   At that time, he can officially become a member of the Lord of the River Bend, and Yingzui Island will also be included in the territory of the River Bend.

  If the Dornishmen fight again at this time, it will be a declaration of war on the river bend.

  The Duke of Mace must not be able to turn a blind eye.

  So, when he came to Starfall City this time, whether it was through wooing, deceiving, misleading... In short, he must try his best to ensure that the acting city lord will not have the idea of ​​Yingzui Island in a short time.

  Samwell feels that this goal is not difficult to achieve. After all, the acting city lord of Starfall City is just a "Shad", not Dane. He should not have enough prestige and motivation to instigate a foreign war.

   As long as these four or five months are passed safely, the Dornishmen will die down and dare not come to fight.

  After all, Dorn is really good at playing "defensive counterattack", but if they are really separated from the protection of the Crimson Mountains and the familiar desert climate, they are really not the opponents of the people of the river.

  Whether it is material or military strength, the River Bend is the most existence among the Seven Kingdoms.

  As long as this dangerous period passes, Samwell can calmly build a territory, start trading to earn money, and gradually conquer the savages in the Crimson Mountains.

   As for whether to cooperate with Madam Olenna's plan to invade Dorne through the Turbulent River in the future, that can be discussed in the long term.

  Samwell felt that even if he really wanted to fight Dawn, he should choose an appropriate time.

  For example, after the death of King Robert, or a little later, after the death of Ed Stark, the Duke of the North, King's Landing will be in chaos, so that no other forces will take care of him.

   Moreover, he can also use this to attract all the energy of the river bend to Dorne, so that the Tyrell family may not rush to stand in line at the beginning of the War of the Five Kings like in the original book.

  Margaery might not have to marry that guy Renly.

  However, he also clearly knows that the development of things cannot all go according to his expectations.

  Even the most far-sighted conspirator in Game of Thrones dare not say that everyone can act according to his own script, and he certainly dare not.

   Moreover, he always felt that "Littlefinger" Petyr Baelish's plan would not be limited to this.

  Since this guy wants to provoke a war between Hebend and Dorne, he probably won't go to the current level.

  Because Petyr is not like him, he can predict that there will be a turmoil in the future.

From Petyr's point of view, if the conflict between Starfall City and Eagle Isle cannot be provoked as soon as possible, then when Samwell's castle is completed, the Dornish people will definitely retreat, and there is no telling when this battle will be fought. up.

  So, Samwell felt that this insidious "Littlefinger" might have a backhand!

   Just don’t know what exactly…

   "Lord Caesar." The captain poked his head out from the cockpit, interrupting Samwell's meditation, "We are going to dock!"

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  The sea boat sailed into Braavos from under the Titan statue, passed through the crowded long canal, and finally docked at the square dock.

   "Littlefinger" Petyr Baelish got off the pier, didn't stop at this bustling market, and went straight to the Isle of Gods.

  The finance minister of the Iron Throne seemed to be very familiar with the free city-state across the narrow sea, and came to a windowless temple with ease.

  The gates of the temple are a pair of tall carved wooden doors, the left one is made of weirwood, white as bones, and the right one is made of sandalwood, black as the abyss.

  A crescent moon is carved in the middle of the two doors.

  This is the temple dedicated to the God of Thousand Faces—the Temple of Black and White.

   dong dong.

   Petyr tapped twice on the wooden door, then took a step back.

   Not long after, the wooden door opened, and a young man came out.

  He was wearing a black and white robe, with empty eyes and an indifferent expression, as if nothing could arouse his interest.

  Petyr didn't look at this person's face at all, because he knew that these "faceless people" in the House of Black and White had countless faces, and you would never want to know which face was their true appearance.

  The God of Many Faces served by the Faceless Man is also called the God of Death.

  As the best assassins, the Faceless Ones believe that death is a merciful relief. As long as you pay the price, they will take the life of anyone in the world as a sacrifice to the God of Many Faces.

   "Everyone is mortal." Petyr said, leaning slightly.

   "Everyone needs to serve." The faceless man who came out of the door replied, and then asked, "Why did the man come here?"

  Petyr handed over a large bag of gold coins and said:

   "I want to sacrifice two people to the God of Many Faces."

  The Faceless One took the bag and said calmly:

   "God needs their names."

  Petyr's mouth was slightly upturned, and said:

   "Edric Dane, Alilia Dane."

  However, the Faceless One shook his head: "Not enough."

"Not enough?" Petyr's face changed, and he pointed to the money bag in the opponent's hand, "Do you want to count it carefully? The money is already enough to hire a mercenary group to do this job, if you don't want to do it Keep it secret, I will come to you?"

   "No. To sacrifice to the gods, you need to pay the most precious things. A copper coin from the poor is better than a golden dragon from the rich. For you, this money is only enough to sacrifice a name to the gods."

   Petyr was a little angry: "This is almost all of my net worth! Isn't it pious enough?"

  The Faceless Man still shook his head: "But money is not what you value most."

   Petyr froze for a moment, he suddenly realized that the other party might have recognized his identity.

   But before he could speak again, the Faceless Man said again: "Then trade it with your life."

"What's the meaning?"

   "Only life can be exchanged for death." The Faceless Man said devoutly, "Help someone save someone, and someone will help you kill one."

   "Who are you saving? Where is he?"

   "Jakun H'gar, the black prison of the Red Keep."

  The black prison in the Red Castle is the prison of the royal family, and many serious criminals are detained in it.

  But Petyr didn't have the slightest impression of the name the Faceless Man said.

   It doesn't look like an important person.

  Petyr felt relieved, nodded and said:

   "Deal. But I want those two people to disappear as soon as possible, you better act fast!"

   "Okay. Within a month, God will take those two names."