A Western fantasy journey that began with Game of Thrones

The storm in Jiaoling Castle seemed to have finally dissipated after raging all night. Among the four red-robed monks who used children to carry out their conspiracy, the one who drank the potion died suddenly, and the other three red-robed monks were severely punished. Punishment - hanging on the outer wall of the castle, imprisoned in a narrow iron cage, hoping to slowly kill them with sunlight and crows.

This kind of punishment lasts a long time, but its deterrent effect is very strong. At least some farmers and merchants who heard the noise and came to the outside of the castle to watch were shocked and awed. Of course, there were also some who didn't think so much and just pointed and watched the excitement. of.

Outsiders didn't know what was going on in the castle, but the red-robed monk who was usually invited as a guest by the Earl was now treated like this, which naturally caused a lot of discussion.

"My cousin's son is responsible for delivering cabbage to the castle. I heard from him that those guys are a group of liars who only know how to eat and drink and have no real skills." Someone said nonsense seriously: "And they also teased Master Tully's maid. ”

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"I told you earlier that they couldn't save Master Sam."

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"I heard that the king's brother is a guest inside. These guys must have angered them..."

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Outside the castle, people who came to watch the excitement continued to comment and comment on this matter. The same was true inside the castle. In other words, most people in the castle continued to pay attention to this matter, either overtly or covertly. Although it seems that the matter is over, those who are smarter can see clearly that this matter has just begun.

"How on earth did Renly do that?"

In a courtyard training ground somewhere in the castle, Mark, a tall and lanky member of the Knights, couldn't help but ask a question as he crossed his arms and watched a chubby little guy shrinking and constantly sparring with the coach.

The little monkey standing on his shoulder also chirped a few times, and unconsciously made the fat man in training look over. As a result, he was scolded by Jiaoling's instructor for being distracted.

"He always said he could tell by looking at his expression."

Ignoring the noise in the training ground, Garland, a brown-haired boy wearing leather armor, said helplessly after hearing the words: "Slight expressions, eyes, etc. In short, that's what he said, but we have all tried it, but no one He can tell what's going on in someone's heart."

"There must be a secret."

Mark couldn't help but said: "A special technique of extorting confessions!"

Although one night has passed, the scene last night is still vivid in my mind.

The effect of the young leader's words was astonishing. At first, the leading red-robed monk didn't say anything, but then he collapsed and said whatever he asked without any concealment. Thinking about that scene of making someone cry in an understatement was very shocking, and it also made Mark excited.

"I want to learn this from the group leader. I must learn it. This is much more interesting than raising monkeys!" He said this, and the monkey on his shoulder jumped up and down, seeming to agree.

"Then you go and learn." Next to him, Garland glanced at Wen Yan's companion: "He will definitely let you go back and look in the mirror."

"What are you looking at in the mirror for?"

"You'll know after you take a photo." The brown-haired boy shrugged.

The companion didn't realize what he meant for a while, but Garland didn't pay much attention to him. He turned his head and continued to watch the fat man being trained in the school field, but his mind was still thinking about everything last night.

The dark-haired companion's technique of coercing confessions was so mysterious that it was impossible to see through it, but years of exposure had made Garland somewhat accustomed to it, so he focused more on other things than the excitement of the people around him.

The forced confession last night went very smoothly, but in fact the red-robed monk didn't explain anything in the end. He just kept claiming that this was a task assigned to them by the superiors, not their original intention.

And the cooperation between the superiors and the Targaryens has nothing to do with their executors...

It was hard for Garland not to notice the word Targaryen. After all, it was only more than ten years since the Targaryen dynasty ruled. However, over the years, the information everyone has received is basically that the Targaryen bloodline has declined. There are only two brothers and sisters left, one big and one small, who can't make any trouble at all.

Why have they reached cooperation with those red-robed monks now?

The brown-haired boy was puzzled by this, and a little worried for his black-haired companion.

It is said that the power of the red monks is very large in the Free Trade City. If they really have their support, Baratheon will definitely be in trouble.

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"The basis for cooperation is naturally interests."

Many people were talking about this outside. In a quiet study room in the castle, Renly was also discussing this matter with Randyll Tarly, the owner of Horn Hill.

"For the people of the Red God Sect, preaching to Westeros is a benefit. Supporting a royal regime that is close to them and even controlled by them will bring a lot of convenience. At least, if it can really be done, , it will be much easier for them to find something.”

The young man's words were quite calm, and there was no hint that what he said had anything to do with him.

"It's just that this alone is not enough for those people to take such a big risk to participate in this power struggle. In other words, it is impossible for a few Targaryen orphans to reach cooperation with a religious force because they are not strong enough to succeed. The probability is very low, no matter how great the benefit is, it’s useless.”

"We cannot know the specific situation, but it is obvious that Targaryen has other allies, allies that are strong enough to give the red monks confidence." He concluded in conclusion, his eyes never leaving the bald man sitting behind the desk. The face of a middle-aged aristocrat.

"Lord Tully, what do you think?"

"Poison is a trick only women and eunuchs can play." The middle-aged noble snorted coldly after hearing this: "They actually want to use my daughter, a little girl under ten years old! What do you think?"

He didn't say anything clearly, but picked up a sheathed two-handed sword that was leaning against the chair and placed it on the table with a clatter.

"This sword is called Broken Heart. It has been passed down in the Tully family for more than five hundred years. It has killed countless enemies - it might as well be a few more Targaryens."

Renly smiled when he heard the words, silently feeling the emotions transmitted from the other party. He suddenly said: "The red-robed monks claimed that they had no accomplices near Horn Hill, but there was another group of people who planned to lure our knights out. High Court, so I guess this is another of their collaborators, or another group of cooperating forces.”

"I will send someone to investigate." Count Tully said without hesitation.

"The red-robed monks belong to the Disciples of the Old Ones, and maybe those disciples are also with them." Renly added: "And the disciples are all over the Seven Kingdoms."

"I will send troops to hunt down those in the territory-" Earl Tully said, his words suddenly stopped.

"What does Lord Renly mean?"

"We can't know when they reached cooperation with Targaryen, but those disciples have been active in Westeros for nearly ten years." Renly said: "What have they done?"

Lord Tully frowned upon hearing this, while Renly stood up from his chair and said with a hint of meaning: "I am going to set off immediately to visit the lords in various places in the Reach. They may be eager to know this news."

The middle-aged noble looked at Renly deeply after hearing this, and then stood up suddenly.

"I'm with you!"

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In addition, some problems were discovered in the next chapter and I need to revise it again, so I have to wait for a while before it can be published. If you can't wait, you can read it together with the third chapter tonight.