A Western fantasy journey that began with Game of Thrones

The square castle was very lively at night. The servants were busy carrying food and drinks to serve the banquet. The moonlight in the sky was covered by dark clouds from time to time, but it would soon be revealed. The hazy light was shrouded by a spotted gray falcon that landed on a tall oak tree, making it look like an inconspicuous owl.

But this "owl" was obviously much smarter than normal. It leaned sideways and grabbed the tree trunk with its claws. Its big black eyes stared at the closed tower room next to the narrow window without blinking, obviously observing.

The room had only one window, and the glass inlaid was not pure. Looking inside through the window, one could only see two figures, one big and one small, standing face to face in front of the window. Under the candlelight, they looked like two human-shaped torches wrapped in yellow light.

Although the vision was blocked, the sensitive and unique hearing still allowed the "owl" to hear some vague words coming from inside the room. They were not loud, but clear.

"Of course, Miss Tara, this is the magic potion we carefully prepared. As long as he drinks it, he will immediately like you."

There was a hint of solemnity in the steady voice, but the meaning of the words was obviously not a good thing.

"This medicine has a unique fragrance, Miss Tara, you can disguise it as wine and offer it to him, and then you must see him drink it and stay in the room for a while, and you must drink a sip yourself, so that he can see you at first sight after the effect of the medicine takes effect, and then he will like you."

"Will there be any harm?"

The little girl's voice was a little hesitant.

"And does it really work?"

"Of course it works."

The red robe monk's voice said: "When we were in Essos, we sold this potion to the rich ladies there all year round, Miss Tara, this is our specialty, there are at least hundreds of people who have drunk this medicine, there will be no mistakes."

"Do they all fall in love with each other after drinking it? Have there been any accidents?" The little girl asked repeatedly.

"The effect is exactly the same as I said. And there have never been any accidents." The other party answered patiently.

"Is that so? That's good." The little girl believed it easily, but still hesitated.

"But what if he doesn't drink it?"

"You can claim that this is the wine you brewed yourself and want that adult to help taste it. As a well-educated noble, he will not refuse you. Or you can..."

The red-robed monk in the house offered some tricks, all of which were heard by the "owl" outside the house. Finally, it tilted its head and felt a thought coming from the bottom of its heart, so it suddenly flapped its wings and flew away quickly.

As if hearing a noise, the red-robed monk in the house suddenly looked out the window at this time, but the difference in light inside and outside made him unable to see anything unusual, so he didn't care, but opened his mouth and gave a final reminder.

"Remember, Miss Tara, you must see him drink it with your own eyes before you drink it, and then wait for a while, otherwise your efforts will be in vain."

"I remember!"

...

In the banquet hall on the other side, Renly still talked to Randolph Tarly beside him with a calm face about some issues of their knights, including this mission and some noble relationship issues.

"Lord Rowan's cousin was killed by the bandit, so he hired us to help hunt down the murderer at Horn Hill."

"Why didn't he send someone himself? Was he afraid that I would stop him?"

"Lord Rowan thought that Lord Tarly would not cooperate with this matter because of the old grudge."

"Old grudge? That Mattus is really flattering himself. He is just afraid that I will pursue a bad debt with his family. You have to know, Lord Renly, I once had a small piece of land near Golden Tree City..."

From his appearance alone, Randyll Tarly is a rigid and serious person, with facial features as hard as stone carvings, and rarely smiles on his face. And when talking to him, Renly found that his temper is indeed as stubborn as the rumors say, and he speaks straightforwardly without knowing how to cover up.

But in a sense, this kind of person is easier to deal with, and compared to those hypocritical guys who say one thing and do another, Renly prefers to communicate with this kind of people.

As for Earl Tully, he initially thought that this young man was just a young knight of noble status, who might have certain abilities, but he didn't take it too seriously. He just thought that it would be best if he could help to discipline his useless son. If he couldn't help, he would just give him good food and drink, and then don't let him have any accidents at home.

However, the more Earl Tully felt later, the more comfortable he was communicating with this young man.

He didn't feel any hypocrisy in the words he exchanged, and the other party didn't hide anything. He was calm but humorous, and many words touched his heart--

This was simply a special enjoyment, so much so that at the beginning he could take care of the young knights of several other knight orders at the banquet, but later he completely ignored those boring people, and even the Countess on the side secretly poked him several times without getting a response, and finally he could only call his own knights to come forward to talk, so as not to make the scene too embarrassing.

Lord Tully thought he had met a "close friend", which was why he had such a pleasant conversation, but he obviously could not imagine that Renly, who possessed some kind of psychic talent, was actually very capable in diplomacy, but he was just too lazy to use it under normal circumstances.

As for why he used it now, it was naturally because he wanted to get some information.

For example, some information about the red monks, and some recent developments in Horn Hill.

Those red monks were hostile to him. Renly initially wondered if they really had some means of detection and recognized him as the "Gate". So Renly sent a falcon he had trained for many years to get the news -

Relying on the moment of spiritual communication, he had trained several such ears and eyes in the sky over the years, and he would bring one or two every time he went out, but he would not call them down normally.

Then as he observed, Renly found that the truth was not like this.

Although the hostility of those red monks was a bit inexplicable, it was obviously not the kind when facing the "big villain", but it seemed to have been premeditated -

But if it was a premeditated plan after recognizing him as the "Gate", why didn't they ambush him halfway, but had to wait until he arrived at Horn Hill?

They didn't really recognize what he was.

Renly was sure of this.

But why were they hostile to him, and even planned to use the little girl to plot against him?

He had some guesses about this, but he was not sure, so he was ready to fight back.

And his means of fighting back was simple——

"Lord Tarly, after the banquet, I hope to invite you to watch a good show."

After feeling that the time was almost right, Renly suddenly said.

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