A Western fantasy journey that began with Game of Thrones

The stone wall behind him felt cold and made him shiver. However, his Lord Marquis had told him to keep this position so that he could listen to the noises in the room behind him more easily.

This was not because he was listening to any secrets. The person in the room was very important. At least, he must not be allowed to encounter any danger in the Twins.

So they had to pay attention to everything in the room so that they could go in and "rescue" at any time if there was an accident.

The companions on the other side of the door kept the same position as Rhodes. However, compared with the strong Rhodes, the thin companions were obviously not in good health. After a while, they couldn't help but pull away and raised their hands to rub, and their expressions were full of pain.

"Help me keep an eye on it, Rod. My waist really can't stand the cold... God, why did Lord Frey make this door so thick? We can only eavesdrop."

"This place is only for distinguished guests, so of course it should be built stronger."

Rod answered in a low voice, and listened attentively to everything in the house.

In fact, the best choice in this situation is to stick it on the door, not next to it, but Lord Frey, who is in charge, said that the distinguished guests must not find any signs of us eavesdropping, so they can only stay on both sides honestly.

God knows why the group of Lord Frey didn't ask the distinguished guest to come out since there was danger inside, and insisted on staying inside. But there was no way. With a few casual instructions from above, they, as private soldiers, could only complete this task with all their heart and soul. If there was any mistake, it would be terrible--

Lord Frey said that if the distinguished guests inside were in trouble, the two of them would be killed.

Rhode had no objection to this, or rather, as his ancestors had been private soldiers of the Frey family for several generations, he had long been accustomed to all the reasonable or unreasonable requests of the masters, but he thought this task was still a bit difficult.

Nothing else, the voice inside was vague, it was really hard to hear clearly, and it was really hard to tell whether the sound was good or bad...

"Warrior - health? What is he talking about?"

The companions also couldn't hear what was going on inside, but they knew that the guest was the only one who could speak in the room at this time, so there was no need to guess the source of the sound.

"Maybe he was praying for the poisoned guy."

Rhode replied after hearing this: "I heard that the poisoned guy was the guest's savior."

This rumor was of course true. Although the guest only arrived in the Twins this morning, the relevant rumors had already spread throughout the Frey family.

For example, the identity of the guest, why he appeared here, and the specific situation of the poisoned person.

Lord Walder Frey announced the identity of the distinguished guest in front of all the Frey family members and expressed a warm welcome, so everyone knew that the young boy was the youngest brother of His Majesty the King.

As for why His Majesty's brother appeared near the Twins, the news spread inside and outside the castle through the mouth of a knight who was hunting monsters.

It is said that the Duke of Dragonstone was originally staying in a place called Shield Island in the River Reach, but was kidnapped along the seashore to the Riverlands. The kidnappers originally intended to go to Seafront City not far from the Twins and hand him over to the Ironmen who were attacking the city there, but in the end the little Duke was rescued.

The one who rescued him was the poisoned and unconscious person at the moment.

That's why the young duke paid so much attention to the unconscious guy. After arriving at the Twins, except for talking with the old marquis for a while at the beginning, he stayed in the house to take care of him all the time. Now it sounds like he is even praying for him constantly. He is so grateful. He is really a very rare good man...

Guardian Rhodes sighed silently, but his companions on the opposite side were quite puzzled.

"But don't warriors pray for victory? Blessing health should be prayed to the Virgin Mary, right?"

"The Virgin Mary blesses women to have a smooth birth." Knowing that his companions believe in the old gods of the north, Rhodes was not surprised to hear this, but explained: "The warriors made the forty-four sons of Hugo, the king of the hills, strong and healthy - that's what the story says, so of course we have to look for Him for health."

"Smooth birth?" The companions were puzzled when they heard it.

"Then why does my cousin always pray to the Virgin Mary to bless her son?"

"Of course, it also includes raising an adult, helping the child grow up, and praying for maternal love and mercy." Rhodes answered patiently: "Anyway, it's right to pray to the Virgin Mary for giving birth to children."

...

The two guards over there were muttering about the division of duties of the gods outside the door, and Renly was praying here as they expected.

However, his prayers were only one or two sentences back and forth, either hoping for health, or hoping to give courage, successfully defeat the poison, and the objects of his prayers were limited to warriors.

It was a bit monotonous, but repetitive. He sat there muttering, staring at the unconscious person on the bed, but his expression was slightly happy.

The Warrior's Son characteristic is the only ability that Renly can rely on at present. This ability allows him to get a response when he prays to the warrior of one of the Seven Gods.

However, this response seemed unreliable in the past. Not only did it not work for him, but Renly also did not find any obvious effect after several tests on others. It was silent and he could not be sure whether it was really useful.

So Renly did not want to think about this thing anymore -

Until now.

He didn't really have any hope at first, but he would always feel unwilling if he didn't try. However, he didn't know whether it was the blind cat that really ran into a dead mouse, or there was some unpredictable relationship between the so-called gods. In short, when he started While chanting, the unconscious Rhaenys actually reacted!

In other words, it was not her who reacted, but the human skin mask on her face that reacted!

It wasn't obvious after the first prayer, but after the second and third prayers, Renly could clearly see that the originally calm expression of "Rian" suddenly showed a trace of pain!

Because of the aid of the psychic language, Renly was able to realize that the pain was not caused by Rhaenys herself, but a hint of "feedback" that suddenly appeared in the mask.

This situation was indeed beyond his expectation, but then Renly remembered that it seemed that Rhaenys had told him that there was something like the remaining will of the dead in this mask, and this mask was made of the spirit of the Thousand Faced God. Made of strength...

How can this help Rhaenys' current situation?

Renly didn't know, or he wasn't sure whether this situation was good or bad, but it was better to have feedback than to sit here and wait for the other party to die, so he continued to chatter without stopping.

As if it was a tight spell, the more he babbled about the expression on "Ryan" on the bed, the more painful it became. Finally, it was even full of ferociousness. His closed eyes suddenly opened, and his brown eyes stared fiercely at the ceiling above his head. It really startled Renly.

Then he muttered faster.

As a result, "Ryan" gradually turned yellow, and then turned from yellow to dark, and finally even turned black as if it had been scorched by fire, and his hair folds cracked, which made Renly a little worried that this would give the real Rhaenys a second chance. Disfigured.

But then he no longer had such worries, because just after the mask cracked, he suddenly felt an emotional wave that was not there before. It was weak, but it was real!

Can this mask also block my "telepathy"?

Renly was very surprised by this, because it was clearly not like this when he came into contact with him before, but now he didn't have time to think about it. Seeing that there was a gap in the mask, he hurriedly reached out to pinch it and pulled it off, ready to throw it aside, but then , his movements were unconscious.

Because he discovered that the woman under the mask had opened her eyes at some point!

The purple eyes now look devoid of moisture and brightness, and are dim as if covered with a layer of gray. After removing the mask, this layer of dust has not been reduced at all. Under the sunlight outside the narrow window, it is like a pool of stagnant water without any vitality, existing there motionless, trance, sluggish, and spiritless...

"I dreamed that in Dorne my dragon was shot to death."

The weak and hoarse voice wiped away any trace of Renly's joy at his birth. Feeling the lifelessness permeating the other person's mind, he felt something was wrong.

"I dreamed that it was scared, frightened, and helpless."

"The dream is just a dream. Please wake up quickly and think of a way--" Renly urged in a low voice, but the other party didn't seem to hear what he was saying, or rather he didn't listen. Instead, he muttered to himself. With.

"Later I dreamed that it was actually not dead, but had its wings shot through and could no longer fly."

Renly frowned when he heard this, and realized that he seemed to be unable to count on this sane guy, so he looked at his left wrist and decided to test what was inside it again——

Maybe the mask blocks these too?

"It can't fly anymore. It's trapped in that castle, surrounded by obstacles. It's nothing like it was in the sky."

Muttering, the woman on the bed turned her head slightly to look at Renly. His shadow was reflected in her dull eyes, which made Renly pause as he pinched out a wisp of fire.

"Those are things that a dragon shouldn't have to face, so it wants to get rid of it all, it wants to get rid of it all. But it has lost its wings long ago, and it can't get rid of them at all. It keeps struggling and exerting force, but it always does Useless effort.”

Renly frowned and placed a wisp of blue flame on the other person's forehead, but there was no sign of fusion, so he took it back and replaced it with a wisp of gray.

"Then it got tired, and it thought it should rest. Death might really be a relief for it, and it should embrace death - it should surrender to its fate, it shouldn't struggle, it should die Dorn, die in that castle instead of surviving as a dragon without wings... Is a dragon still a dragon without wings? "

The voice became weaker towards the end, and the hazy eyes gradually closed. At this time, Renly found that his gray fire still could not be fused, and the death aura of the other party's mind became more and more serious, which made him full of boredom. Even quite annoyed.

But the last words left by the other party made him tremble, and all his emotions completely turned into silence.

"I hate you, Renly."

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