Chapter 121 The woman in red robe enters the valley
"Guch!" The sound of running water gushed out from under the prison again, and a foul smell quickly rose up. Ma Qiluo wrapped himself in a cloth robe and held his breath. His stomach was still stimulated and twitched. .
Someone among the inmates won the lottery again, a fool who was caught drunk yesterday. The smell of alcoholism coming from his vomit was really terrible.
Magiro put his big hand into the red robe, and he easily crushed the louse to death. He had endured it for a long time, and it was time to send it to hell.
"Damn it, you have to vomit to the side!" Magi Luo stretched out his foot and kicked the drunkard to the ground. The others looked at the red-robed monk with slight fear and took a step back.
God, the villains everywhere will be afraid of him, Magiro thought with a little disdain.
The drunkard was still gagging on the cracks in the floor, and the pungent smell of alcohol filled the prison like the smell of unwashed footcloths.
The red-robed monk Ma Qiluo slightly tilted his head back against the wall. The pitted wall seemed to be massaging the back of his head. He was always good at enjoying hardships, which is what the Supreme Priest Benero often taught him to do.
He closed his eyes and turned his asphalt-black face toward the top of the prison. Magiro recalled how he was caught in this hellish place, the damned prison of the Shetter family in Seagull Town.
Magiro remembered that he was acting bravely, just like when he traveled to major city-states on the continent of Essos. When he saw injustice, he came to help, but he never thought that whether he was a villain or a person who was being coerced, he would see him The man in a red robe and asphalt-colored skin was so frightened that he ran away.
In annoyance, the guards of the Sheite family rushed there and sent him here.
The Lord of Light brings us to this valley where the seven gods are believed to the extreme. This valley surrounded by mountains and stubborn in thought is really hard to understand
The prison door was pushed open with a creak, bringing some sea salt smell to the wet and smelly prison.
Magiro raised his head, and what he saw was not the familiar prison guard, that damn toad.
Melisandre revealed her beautiful heart-shaped face, with fair skin, and a look of appreciation in her red eyes.
"Remember me?" Ma Qiluo said with some resentment.
The beauty of the red-robed woman was in stark contrast to the damp smell of the prison. The drunkards and other prisoners looked at the beauty in front of them in disbelief and couldn't help but swallow their throats.
"It's time to go, Magroro of Volantis." Melisandre approached him, as if she couldn't smell the damp smell of the prison. She stretched out her hand, really like a guide to save all living beings. R'hllor could look for her. We found the right one
Magiro grabbed Melisandre's arm. Days of torture had made his limbs much stiffer, and his legs were shaking when he walked out of the prison.
In a daze, he followed Melisandre onto a carriage. The luxurious and exquisite interior of the carriage surprised Maggiore, but his attention was instantly focused on the eye-catching sign on the wall of the carriage, the new crown prince of the Arryn family. The Moon Falcon logo is engraved here.
Different from the blue and white tones he saw in Gull Town, the crescent falcon logo here was painted with golden paint, smooth and shiny.
"Golden falcon?" Magiro asked, "How did you get on the branches of the Arryn family?" He slightly opened the curtain and looked outside, "I think I need to take a bath first."
Melisandre lifted the red hood, "Ser Evan Arryn will prepare it for you, Magro."
"Evan Aylin?" Magiro frowned, "How did you get on a high branch?" "Thank you for your interpretation of the prophecy. I must admit that you are better than me in interpreting the meaning of the Lord of Light's prophecy. Good at it." Melisandre raised the corners of her mouth and said to Maggio in a relaxed tone.
Magiro shrugged slightly, "Well, I have already said that the Lord of Light's prophecies must be regarded as gibbering while awake." He looked at Melisandre's smiling expression and stopped immediately, "The Lord of Light has the expression of the Lord of Light, Melisandre."
The woman in red robe did not pay attention to his disrespectful words. She leaned her head against the curtain of the carriage, and the sunlight through the gaps shone on Melisandre's face bit by bit, as if she was in a vast ocean of light and shadow. The sun shines on the fair face of the red-robed woman.
Magiro knew he was bored and kneaded the sore muscles on his body with his hands. The days in Schette Prison were too torture. He suspected that most prisoners might not survive the day of the guillotine and would lose their minds.
"I have to thank you, Magro," Melisandre said to herself. "If it weren't for your correction of the prophecy, we might not even be able to set foot in the Vale of Arryn, let alone see Arti. S. Aylin ”
Magiro smiled heartily, "It's all under R'hllor's guidance. He assigned me to come here to accompany you. There must be a reason for it. Just like seeing a burning falcon flying in the flames, you can see it. We all have it." My own mission.”
"Yes." Melisandre's voice was very soft. She didn't know whether she was speaking to herself or responding to Magiro.
Attis listened to the sound of Alessa's Tears pouring down, and felt the coolness of the water droplets hitting his cheeks.
He looked at the wonders of the valley named after Alyssa Arryn. Legend has it that six thousand years ago, Alyssa Arryn witnessed the brutal murder of her husband, brothers and children without shedding a tear. She presided over the Eyrie City and the To stabilize the overall situation in the valley, he took his only youngest son to suppress the rebellious nobles of the valley ancestors with iron-blooded means, punished the traitors of the valley kingdom internally, and resisted the invasion of the ironmen and ancestors externally.
These gossips and legends were all recorded in ballads, but they must be wrong, because six thousand years ago, the Eagle's Nest City had not even started to build, let alone presided over the overall situation of the Eagle's Nest City.
Compared with the fear caused by the towering peak of the Giant's Spear, and the loneliness and coldness of "as high as glory", there is little noise here at Alessa's Tears Falls, and the roar of the waterfall is all in your ears.
This is a good place for thinking. Attis stood up, turned and walked towards the distant tree-lined avenue. Behind him, An Gai and the blue-robed bodyguards who had been silently guarding the lord followed him.
What came face to face was Xiu Fu's anxious look.
"Xiu Fu?" An Gai frowned and looked at Xiu Fu, a little confused.
"Master Attis," Xiufu adjusted some of the peeling leather armor on his body, "Excuse me for taking the liberty of coming here from the Gate of the Moon."
Attis slightly supported Xiu Fu's swaying body, "Calm down, Xiu Fu, you are a knight."
Xiu Fu showed an ugly smile, "I'm sorry, sir, for being embarrassed in front of you. Ahem," he straightened up, "Butler Nestor Royce asked me to give the letter to you, Miss Mia. He led us up to the Eagle's Nest City together."
When Attis heard the word "Mia", his heart was slightly disturbed. He took the letter and said to Xiu Fu: "Take a hot bath in the Eagle's Nest before returning to the Gates of the Moon."
He ignored Xiu Fu's response and walked straight towards the Eagle's Nest City.
(End of chapter)