Chapter 34 Competition
The sea breeze blows in the town, and the bustling crowd is still as usual at the port, doing small businesses and doing some hard work in the streets. This is the case for most residents of Seagull Town. A small number of farmers are following the requirements of the lords. He cultivated farmland and raised horses on the vast plains outside Haiou Town.
Different from the lively atmosphere of the port town, in the dungeon of Seagull Town, the humidity from the seaside has become the reason for the torture of the prisoners. Bedbugs fly around. Unlike the stinky smell of the town, the place is full of rotting corpses. Stink.
The dungeon is built above the stinking ditch. Prisoners lying on the ground and resting can often hear the sound of water flowing in the stinking ditch. Often, a few minutes after hearing the sound, the stench will rise up. Old prisoners who are familiar with this He always covered his mouth and nose at this moment, almost vomiting when he saw the new prisoner.
Of course, this is not the handiwork of the Grafson family. The dungeon is not a prison run by the lord of Seagull Town, but a private prison set up by the Shet family in Seagull Town, specifically to detain criminals who smuggle Qarth products. This is also With the tacit approval of the Grafson family, since their lord was attacked by Qarthen assassins in Longbow Hall, the Grafson family no longer acts as a mediator in the conflicts between the Shet family and the Qarth Chamber of Commerce.
After Attis Arryn was attacked, the Eyrie City did not take many measures to respond, but Seagull Town, a place where good and bad people were mixed and merchants from all over the world gathered, responded consciously.
Not long ago, a new prisoner was welcomed here.
Lance bit his collar and held his breath. He once belonged to the Sheite family and was the bookkeeper of the Sheite family. He knew very well how this dungeon tortured prisoners. Most of the prisoners in it were those who dared to gain property. A desperate desperado who goes against the Shet family and takes risks.
Despite his efforts, the stench still found its way into his nose, and the feeling of vomiting instantly surged from his stomach to his throat, "vomit~", Lance bent down, and gastric juice poured out of his mouth.
The knights of the Sheite family had put on their masks in advance and were wearing fully armored plate armor to watch over the group of them, but they couldn't help but turn away when they saw this scene. The prison guard looked at them expressionlessly. He had long been accustomed to the smell of this place, or in other words, he had become one with it.
"You stay here tonight.", the knight of the Chet family ordered, and left without looking back.
Lance cursed in his heart. He saw that the people he had worked with at Seagull Town Customs were imprisoned in different prisons. Some were even half-disfigured and imprisoned in the water prison of Seagull Town, and their wounds were allowed to become infected and rot until they died. . On the contrary, I was slightly grateful to be imprisoned in the prison of Sheite's house.
After all, the guard here knows himself and is very familiar with him.
"Toadworm?" Lance called out tentatively. Is that the name of the guard in Shetter's prison? Damn, he didn't remember much.
The guard's ugly toad-like face turned around and looked at him with his big round eyes.
"I am Lance, I am Lance, you should know me, we are all loyal to Mr. Shetter." Before Lance could finish his words, the guard's whip had already been thrown on his face, and a blood mark appeared.
"Ah!" Lance screamed. He was about to yell, but when he saw the guard's terrifying face, he forcefully swallowed the words.
"I have money, and I hide it in the house at the port, Toadworm," Lance said as softly as possible, trying to appease the guard.
The sound of whipping sounded again, and someone in the prison couldn't help but laugh. Lance's face once again had blood stains on it. He fell to the ground in embarrassment, and when he looked up, he saw the ugly toad-like face of the guard.
"Master Shete calls me a toad, and all of you below call me that." A voice like spitting bubbles came from the guard's mouth.
What is the name of a toad if not a toad? Lance complained in his heart, his face sluggish with fear, and the toad's whip struck again.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!", Lance's scream echoed throughout the dungeon.
"If I can't beat Mr. Shete, why can't I beat you?" Toadworm cursed angrily, and the whip kept coming like a torrential rain.
When the sound subsided, Lance's bloody body lay on the stone slab with gaps in the dungeon. The sound of drainage from the stinking ditch appeared under the stone slab, and the stench faced Lance's mouth and nose.
"Ouch!~" Gastric juice blocked Lance's face directly. He rolled and groaned in pain. The acid burned his eyes and he could not open them.
After groaning for an unknown amount of time, Lance opened his eyes. He struggled to look ahead. The toad was long gone, only the closed door of the dungeon and the suffocating darkness.
In the dungeon, apart from the vomiting sounds of other prisoners, the only sound was Lance's breathing. The extreme stench was still unbearable for Lance, but the pain on his face was like a heartache. Lance struggled for a long time until the prisoners in the cell made threats. , "If you keep yelling, I'll tear your mouth off."
Lance carefully opened his eyes to see the prisoner's face clearly, wanting to remember this face and obediently shut his mouth.
Wait until the chancellor knows the news here and see how he treats you! Lance cursed viciously in his mind.
The darkness seemed to swallow up time, and Lance didn't know how much time had passed outside. It wasn't until the prison guard, the damn toadworm, opened the cell door, and the stars outside shone in, that Lance knew it was night. Another knight in full armor and a mask, Lance thought to himself. They knew this place was full of stench, so they kept wearing masks. Damn it, was he the knight of the Scheit family who guarded him in the morning?
The knight opened the cell door, and the jailer behind him pointed at Lance. The knight stepped forward, grabbed Lance, and dragged him out.
"What do you want to do? What do you want to do?" Lance wailed in horror.
The knight replied in a deep voice: "Take you out of here."
"Where are you going? To King's Landing? Are you sent here by Lord Baelish? Finally, Lord has not forgotten me!" Lance shouted in surprise, laughing hysterically.
The knight remained silent, "Baelish?" His tone seemed to be hungry for confirmation.
"Yes, yes! Lord Baelish, were you sent by him?" Lance asked.
There were a few chuckles under the knight's mask, "Of course, I was sent by Lord Baelish."
Lance picked up the knight's plate armor with his hand in surprise, "That's great, that's great, my lord has finally sent someone." He yelled viciously at the prisoner behind him: "You wait, this knight will definitely I will tear you into pieces, hahahaha!"
There was a stabbing pain in the back of his head, and Lance's eyes turned black and he fainted.
The knight carried the unconscious Lance and walked out of the dungeon.
The waves hit the ship, and the shaking deck woke Lance up again. It was still late at night on the ocean, and he was tied up all over, surrounded by his colleagues who worked at the customs.
Even late at night, the port of King's Landing was still recognized by Lance at a glance. "Are you here in King's Landing?" Lance gasped. He recalled what he had experienced in the past few days and felt more and more like a big dream. He followed. At his request, the customs officer who was once a romantic man used his accumulated contacts in Seagull Town to read out the horrifying rumors from his notebook. Countless silver deer and golden dragons were dangling in front of his eyes. No matter how horrifying the rumors were, he Still do it.
As a result, he was thrown into a dungeon and taken to the ship.
He didn't know what his fate would be or where he would be taken, but at least he had to step on solid ground first.
Soon he got what he wanted. The knights led the crowd. Lance counted many knights, but none of them had family medals. He remembered what he heard when he was arrested, "In the name of Attis Arryn. ! ”
Damn it, could it be that he was brought to King's Landing by the knights from the valley? He stared into the distance, fearful of his unknown fate.
Littlefinger fiddled with the letter. He already knew that something happened to the customs officer he once belonged to in Seagull Town. He felt threatened rarely in his life. He didn't issue an order to spread the rumor at all. How could such a stupid order come from his own hand? However, this kind of rumor really appeared in Seagull Town, and the person who spread the rumor happened to be his old subordinate.
A trace of fear spreads in my heart, is this your handiwork? Littlefinger thought of Attis Arryn's face.
If he is accused of issuing this order, and there seems to be sufficient evidence, and these rumormongers are all his own, then the trial of the Iron Throne will probably come soon. If his old customs department surrendered to others, someone must have betrayed him. Himself, Littlefinger is used to betraying others. From Gulltown to King's Landing step by step, from a small official to the finance minister, he betrayed countless people who had trusted him and deceived countless people. However, he was deceived by others and was really deceived. It's very uncommon to get scammed.
And if the rumor maker indicates that he is behind the scenes, then Attis will inevitably lead to the poisoning of Lysa, reveal his special relationship with Lysa, and may point out that he is the instigator behind Lysa. Damn it, although Littlefinger doesn’t know whether Attis is aware of his relationship with Lysa, Littlefinger has already thought out the worst case scenario, and he must deal with the threat posed by the Duke of the Valley.
Duke? The title that Littlefinger covets, how can a noble young master who has been born with a silver spoon in his mouth compete with him, a young nobleman who has climbed to the top step by step? He had to be prepared to deal with it.
Littlefinger rarely showed a ferocious face. He clenched his fists. The big strategy had not yet been implemented, and it was still unclear who would win and who would lose.
Since Tyrion went north, Attis rarely spoke to anyone. At most, he would add a few words when the king and Eddard were chatting, and accompany King Robert with a smile when he laughed heartily, but Eddard in the North But it seemed that no joke could move his face, and he looked at Robert who was laughing with a straight face.
At this time, Robert would pull his arm and point at Ed, "Look at our Prime Minister, no joke can make him laugh, hahahaha!"
Artis also found Ed's reaction very interesting and showed a genuine and cooperative smile.
King's Landing was not far away, and Attis thought that Weimar and Robert would be arriving soon.
(End of chapter)