Chapter 129 Past and Present
"Red hair, girl, great looking!"
The slave trader shouted loudly and lifted the gray cloth covering around him, revealing the ferocious iron cage.
Inside the iron cage was a naked red-haired girl cowering in a corner of the cage. She rubbed her eyes. Her eyes, which had not seen the light of day for so long, were irritated and even shed some tears.
The slave trader looked at the small and exquisite girl with tears in her eyes, and smiled with satisfaction. Most of his customers liked this kind of poor beautiful girl, and the pity he developed could arouse the aristocratic masters hiding under their fine clothes, like beasts. The thrill of conquest.
The beauty of abuse, the noble lord once said to the slave trader.
"Red-haired girl, twelve years old!" the slave trader shouted, attracting many people to watch.
"So beautiful." Someone stroked his lips, his eyes invading the girl's body.
"It's too expensive. Let's make it cheaper." The brothel owner looked at the price and said to the slave trader.
"Looking at her tearful look, it's another disaster. It's possible that some prostitute gave birth to a bastard!"
The onlookers commented on the girl’s appearance, price, and illusory life experience
The girl could barely open her eyes. She looked at the huge building in front of her, and she was inside it.
On the tall wall, a huge word "seven" appeared in front of her.
"No. 7 Slave Trading House is indeed often troubled," the onlookers said, "I remember that the number one brothel came from here."
The words were small and broken, but it was like a dense network spread all over the body, and there was no way to break away.
"What's your name?" Among the crowd was a wizard wearing a red robe, looking haggard and holding a cane in his hand.
"What?" The slave trader didn't hear clearly.
"What's the girl's name?" the red-robed wizard asked.
"No one would ask a slave's name. You are so weird." The slave trader turned to look at the girl. He did not know the girl's name. "What is your name? Answer this master, hurry up!"
The whip was slammed against the iron cage, making bursts of noise. The girl shrank her head in fear. Her back was covered with traces of the whip. The slave trader's technique was very strange. He would use the whip to leave the marks of abuse on the slave's back. But he recovered quickly and did not damage his products.
"Merry. Meryl." The girl said softly. She looked at the approaching red-robed monk, and the coldness of her naked body was wrapped in a warm current.
"She is no longer your slave, merchant." The red-robed monk said to the slave trader.
"What do you mean?" The slave trader looked at the old man's tattered red robe suspiciously.
A cloth bag appeared in the red-robed monk's hand, and it made the sound of gold coins colliding.
"She is not your slave, nor will she be my slave," the red-robed monk looked at the greedy slave trader putting away the bag, "she will be the slave of the Red God."
"Whatever you say, sir, she is yours." The slave trader counted the gold coins in the bag and said with a smile.
The door of the iron cage was opened, and the red-robed monk reached out to hold Meryl.
"Come here, kid," he said.
Meryl only felt the long-lost kindness, and the old man's kind face made her willing to get closer.
The girl dragged her scarred body closer to the red-robed monk.
A red cloth was wrapped around Meryl's body, and she was picked up by the old man.
"Come with me, child," said the red-robed monk.
The girl nodded slightly.
The moment she walked away from the iron cage and walked out of the gate of Slave Trading House No. 7, the girl heard the tragic wailing behind her.
She turned her head. The slave trader who had tortured her and trained her was covered in fire. The temperature was so high that the gold coins instantly turned into liquid and dripped around him. The steam rose up. The nearby spectators were burned by the heat, and their faces were hideously burnt. . The girl hugged the red-robed monk tightly, feeling nothing but warmth.
Melisandre woke up from her sleep, her red eyes staring at the wall panel of the bedroom, her red hair scattered on the bed, she leaned against the bedside, giving off a lazy beauty.
Is this dream, which has been unusually frequent recently, a new instruction from the Lord of Light?
The accommodation that Attis Arryn arranged for himself and Magiro was very exquisite and luxurious, and the warmth from the fireplace filled the entire bedroom.
She got out of bed, wrapped herself in a thin red shirt, opened the window, and the cold wind poured into the bedroom, but Melisandre did not feel any cold.
She closed her eyes and felt the temperature of the ruby necklace on her chest. The touch of her skin made her feel extremely comfortable. The Red God was always with her.
From slaves to Asshai to Westeros, she is the most steadfast believer and the most devout messenger of the Red God.
Melisandre walked out of the room and walked towards the moon tower.
Attis was wrapped in pajamas and looked at the battle report sent by Sir Vardis in the dim light of the morning.
"Most of the mountain savages in the raiding team carry ears. They are guessed to be from the Black Ear tribe in the high mountain clan. The information is unknown. We only know that they are led by a female savage. According to the villagers, the female savage's bamboo basket backpack is full of chopped wood. Most of the corpses of the valley patrol scouts who were attacked before were also missing an ear."
"The savages were vulnerable and surrounded them in the canyon, trying to catch them all. However, the savages were cunning and the team was scattered, so the results were not fruitful."
Attis picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and wrote a countermeasure in the letter, "The ancestors of the Gaoshan clan are familiar with the terrain of the Mingyue Mountains. Valley knights should not move rashly. They should stay still and separate several scout teams to lure the enemy out. Determine trends.”
In front of him, there was a thick stack of papers on the table. They were the countermeasures used by the guardians of the East in the past to deal with the mountain clan's attacks. However, they were all just encirclement and suppression by the Valley Knights. It seemed that the nobles in the valley limited their strategies to There is no idea of a once and for all solution to the military encirclement and suppression.
He frowned tightly and picked up his pen again, "Mainly using captives to extract information about the ancestors of the Alpine clan and enhance understanding." After all, Dr. Anel's description was of the former Alpine clan. What changes have occurred in the mountains and whether the clan has changed. , the size and distribution of power, the Eagle's Nest City doesn't know anything about it.
Although everyone knows that the strength of the Mountain Clan is far inferior to that of the Valley Knights, under the chaotic situation of the War of Three Kings, the valley has changed from a passive defensive attitude within the interior to an active offensive attitude, including the territory of the Riverlands. digestion, and the march of the army.
In this case, the defense in the canyon will only become more and more neglectful. The problem of the Alpine clan is now on the table and has to be solved.
Win over differences and strengthen contact.
Attis thought of the Stark family's treatment of the fringe tribes in the north. The mountain clans on the frozen coast, including the Wolfwood clan living deep in Wolfwood, in addition to the residents of Skagos Island far away from the Westeros continent, faced Winterfell's rule may not be convinced, and other marginal tribes, the so-called uncivilized ancestors of the north, are willing to accept Stark's rule.
In comparison, the Arryn family, which prides itself on being noble, seems a bit too stupid and complacent.
He sighed slightly. The problem that should have been solved in one or two generations has been delayed for thousands of years.
"Sir," Angay's voice sounded, "Miss Melisandre wants to see you."
Attis thought of the Fire Witch cult in the Burning Man and said: "Let her in."
Melisandre, wearing a thin red shirt, walked into the study and bowed slightly, "Duke Attis."
This title is much more restrained than "True King", and Attis nodded with satisfaction.
"What's the matter, messenger of Volantis?" Attis said.
"The ancient ignorant people hiding in the mountains should look up to the eagle in the sky with more respect." The light appeared on Melisandre's red eyes, which was very charming. "I am here to relieve your worries, Duke Attis. .”
Attis was slightly stunned, looking at the mysterious red-robed woman in front of him with some disbelief, and his heart tightened slightly, "How can I relieve my worries?"
"Help you accept a tribe of ancestors who are only loyal to you." Melisandre lowered her head. She had always had this clear-cut attitude in front of Attis, believing that he was the only true king. The so-called The prophesied reincarnation of the prince.
The flames in the fireplace rose slightly, as if in joy.
"Okay," Attis looked at Melisandre, "I'll leave this mission to you."
The flames became more and more cheerful, like a joyful child.
(End of chapter)