Chapter 272 Legal Status
Chapter 270, Legal Status
The knight took off his armor, carefully wrapped it with cloth, and inserted the family's ancestral sword into the gap.
"Damn," he muttered, raising his hands to lift his soaked hair and looking outside the round hole of the castle. The water of the Green Fork River was tirelessly tearing at his land. The newly planted saplings were broken one after another, leaving only the manor fence. The crooked-necked trees in front of him were still dancing like crazy, just like his father who should have been sent to the seven hells long ago when he came out of the tavern.
"My lord, my armor is soaked to pieces." The stupid attendant held the soaked armor in his arms and ran to the knight with a cry in his throat.
A piece of wood slammed on the attendant's head, "I told you earlier! Keep your armor and your sword!" the knight cursed angrily, kicked open the bedroom door, and walked to the balcony. At that moment, he transformed from a furious leopard into a wet and temperless old trout.
"Damn it! You should go to the seven levels of hell, you Trident River!" The knight knelt down on his knees, splashed with water, and roared at the sky.
Chaoyang, wearing a long dress intertwined with gold, red and purple, looked at the knight's castle with pity, casting a ray of orange light.
As if he felt a burning heat on his forehead, the knight raised his head, and then he was stunned and knelt on the spot in a daze.
"Sir, sir, this..." The attendant put down his soaked armor and pointed to the distance of the castle.
The water of the Green Fork River closed its outstretched hand, showing its fatigue for the first time in the desperate and anxious days of the knight and his tenant farmers. The river reluctantly retreated from the fields, leaving only fine water and white foam clinging to the soft soil. and in fine soil.
The water bubbles reflect the colors, making the fields colorful.
The Green Fork River receded.
At this moment, everywhere in the Trident River, its tributaries and main streams, the surrounding farmers, lords, and knights couldn't help but kneel to the rising sun.
Attis stood at the bow of the ship, behind him was the son of the forest who was uneasy and seemed a little shy.
The blue robe held the boat and quickly docked.
"Bronze" Jon frowned, approached Attis, glanced behind the Duke, and his eyes widened.
"This?" A dwarf with dark chestnut skin? Tyrion Lannister with big ears?
"Count Royce," Attis said, pulling out a letter-like letter from his arms, which seemed to be coated with a layer of wrinkled turf, "this letter requires the maester and his assistants to copy hundreds of copies and transfer them to The raven was sent to the Lord's castle in the Riverlands."
What's this? Yohn Royce's attention was so focused on the Children of the Forest behind Attis that he even forgot to ask questions.
Attis explained for him, turning to look at the Son of the Forest, "The flood in the Riverlands is the anger of the gods. If it weren't for the blessing of the Son of the Forest, the flood would never retreat."
The Son of the Forest looked up at Attis, with a look of confusion in his eyes. Apparently, he didn't know that Attis had already solved a necessary problem for the emergence of their tribe.
"They, the children of the forest," Attis said, "are the blessings of the gods, the darlings of nature. Wherever they go, the castles, castles and farmlands will be lucky."
Jon frowned. He subconsciously thought that Attis's move would not be as simple as it seemed. "The monks may not accept this"
"Find a few monks who are in trouble," Attis said, stepping onto the shore, "and let them explain the doctrine of this move and debate it with the monks who live in the towers in Gulltown and Oldtown."< br>
Jon understood and turned around to leave without asking much about the Son of the Forest's whereabouts.
The son of the forest followed Attis, shaking his head and looking around curiously. I am afraid he has never seen so many humans in hundreds of years.
"I still don't know your name," Attis said to him.
The Son of the Forest brought his legs together, as if standing at attention, "Salute to the great leader of the Andals, Lord of the Valley, Attis Arryn, the trusted ally of the Sons of the Forest, you can call me Red Mane, cough Ahem, your green maester"
Red vines, Attis glanced at the red vines wrapped around his head, and said no more, "The ships will come one by one, and when the letters are spread throughout the Riverlands and even the Seven Kingdoms, the returning knights will escort them Go to the valley and find a place to stay."
"We will sing praises to the earth, and the earth will also give us shelter, food and dew." Hongman was full of energy and his eyes were shining.
Attis nodded, said no more, mounted the war horse brought by the soldiers guarding the shore, stretched out his hand to pick up the Son of the Forest, mounted the horse, and jumped towards Harrenhal.
"Don't forget the dragon eggs, dragon crystal and eagle." Attis whispered to Hong Man and told him. The Son of the Forest shook his head like a sailor's drumbeat, "It's a great trust from the Green Seer, time is very tight, I will help you."
The Courtyard of Black and White, the holy chamber at the lowest level.
The priest stared at the pool of water in the middle, which reflected his face.
Countless faces surround the four walls of the pool and are projected on the water.
Only the priest's face had his eyes open.
“Someone learns to walk silently, but forgets that his steps create wind,” said the pastor.
"Someone" stood behind the pastor, "The King of King's Landing is not dead."
The pastor was silent for a moment, "Someone knows."
He turned around and looked at someone, "The sparrow didn't pay the price it deserved."
"Perhaps including the price of deception," someone said.
"There is no point in this struggle, someone's mission is accomplished," the priest said.
"No news from Oldtown."
"Soon." The pastor's tone was more confident, but in someone's ears it was clear that there was more regret.
"The King Who Fell into the Sea"
"It was a mistake." The pastor's tone increased and he stopped talking.
Someone looked at the stove next to the pool, and a dragon egg was placed quietly inside.
"It's not a mistake," his tone was equally firm, "it will help solve the blasphemy in the north."
The priest raised his head and looked at the top of the wall.
A human face hung there quietly, eyes lightly closed, sleeping.
"Westrodo is a rebel, a living dead." There was more sadness in the priest's mouth, and tears fell from his cheeks. "It is the greatest blasphemy."
Someone knelt down on one knee, "It is someone's duty to give death rest."
Without waiting for the priest's instructions, he stood up, his steps still windy.
The priest's sigh echoed throughout the holy chamber, and the faces on the four walls seemed to open their mouths and sigh with him.
"The living dead awaken in the frosty land, the sea monsters who want to desecrate death." The priest murmured to himself, looking sadly at the water again. The countless faces seemed to be filled with hatred, deep pain, solemnity or sadness.
"Sir," the pastor said, "who can teach me blessings, blessings to the entire human world."
No one answered except the reverberating voice of the priest himself.
He looked towards the wall, as if looking through the heavy stone wall to the west.
King's Landing, Joffrey wakes up from the Red Keep and looks out the window
(End of chapter)