A Western fantasy journey that began with Game of Thrones

After many years, when Renly saw Maegor again, he found that he had matured a lot.

He was wrapped in a black cloak that was convenient for night travel. His short silver hair, slightly rough face, and unclear body shape made him look like a mature young man, or a middle-aged man.

Only by careful observation can you find some feminine elegance on his face.

"We led you out of Highgarden."

The night was dark, but there were several fires in the camp, and the dim light was shrouded. There were many soldiers around who stared at this sudden visitor, but because they had been ordered in advance, they did not approach to listen, but stared at the two people by the campfire, keeping alert at all times.

"Is the wanted criminal yours?" Renly asked with a raised eyebrow.

He didn't expect that the first opening remark of the other party was "surrender", but at the same time he could feel the sincerity of Maegor, which made him a little interested.

He hadn't gotten much information about this person over the years. Although his intelligence system was established, it was only in its initial form and was superficial, so he couldn't get too deep.

"I gathered a lot of people from our side." Maegor replied, "We are quite powerful in secret, so it's easy for us to make some noise."

"So you have reached a cooperation with Targaryen?" Renly narrowed his eyes.

When he was "interrogating" the red monk, he knew that there was another group of people who cooperated with his frame-up plan, but he didn't expect it to be the one in front of him.

"We did reach a cooperation with Targaryen at the beginning, or they hired us to do things for them."

Maegor answered frankly: "But I didn't expect that the third party cooperating with Targaryen would be those red monks."

Renli didn't say anything after hearing this, and the other party continued: "The old disciples represented by those red monks hunted our people everywhere, and we have no possibility of cooperating with them. In other words, unless the Targaryens can give up cooperation with the red monks, we will not do anything for them. But as far as I know, this seems impossible, so we must find another way out."

The red monks, or the Red God Church behind them, have a strong influence in the free trade cities, especially in the most powerful Volantis, where there are many people who believe in the Lord of Light. Renly knows this.

In contrast, the group of people represented by this person in front of him, although they have a unique origin, are just some sewer rats that can't be on the stage.

"So you came to me to find another way out?" He asked with interest.

"Yes, let's cooperate." Maegor said sincerely, "We can't join the Targaryens. We are enemies of those old disciples. In other words, we are also enemies of the Targaryens, so our camps are the same."

"Don't forget that you are also a Targaryen." Renly reminded him.

"But I am not a Targaryen of Aenys' lineage." Maegor replied, "Since you are familiar with history, you should be able to understand the difference."

Renly shrugged his shoulders and said, "I can't provide you with any territory and power, let alone let you become king. It's useless for you to cooperate with me."

He paused, and then said, "And if you understand, then you will know that my territory is just Dragonstone."

The name of Dragonstone made Maegor silent for a while, but then she suddenly laughed.

"You are a liar. I openly publicize my name and life experience, but most people, except for those from our side, don't believe what I say. Even if they do, they won't look at me with normal eyes. People in this world won't accept a monster like me, so I have long given up on being a king. As for being a lord? We have tried, but we can't shake the current situation in Westeros with our own strength. We originally planned to use the Targaryen invasion to achieve this goal, but unfortunately this is no longer possible."

"Then what do you want?" Renly raised his eyebrows and asked, "Don't want power, do you want wealth?"

"We want all those disciples to die!"

Maegor said, "They hunt us everywhere, and there is no room for easing. Now they are cooperating with Targaryen, so we can't just wait for them to come to our door."

Renly pondered after hearing this.

All signs indicate that these ancient people and those red monks seem to be really incompatible, so they obviously don't want to see the forces of the red monks successfully defeat the current masters of Westeros. It can even be said that these people may be in the same state as themselves and dare not leave Westeros.

However, they could not achieve much in Westeros. In this case, it was inevitable to find other ways out. It was not difficult to find him, after all, they had met him before.

It was just that the basis of cooperation was mutual benefit, and Renly did not think that a common goal alone would make this person and the people behind her willing to be his younger brothers, not to mention that Renly also knew his current resources and status, or how much he weighed.

"You want to use me to get a relationship with my brother." He said slowly.

The other party looked a little embarrassed when he heard this, but he did not deny it, but nodded frankly.

"Although we don't have many people, many of them have special talents and can be competent as clerks, tax collectors, knights, and even commanders of an army!"

"But you have no identity, no one will believe you, and I guessed right, you are now doing banditry, which is a stain."

Maegor was silent after hearing this, this is their biggest weakness.

Because they have no identity, they can only hang around at the bottom of society, and it is too difficult to move forward-

Not everyone can cheat like Renly without revealing flaws, even Renly can't keep up the disguise of an identity for a long time, lies are lies after all, there will always be flaws.

If they want to survive in a legitimate way, these ancient people will basically end in failure. The lords of Westeros will carefully investigate when hiring people, and they can't just hire anyone.

So apart from being bandits and some idle hired riders, they really have no other suitable job options. However, in peaceful times, being a roadblock bandit actually has little future. Small fights can't make much money, and they can't satisfy their appetite, but if they make a big noise, they will be surrounded and suppressed. Over and over again, they have suffered a lot of blows.

This business has developed in troubled times. Maegor also believes that Westeros will inevitably fall into turmoil again in the future. Even their initial idea is to cooperate with Targaryen as a guide, and then take advantage of the cleansing of the old forces in Westeros to take power.

However, the cooperation between Targaryen and the red monks directly disrupted their plan, and at the same time, they suddenly realized that they could no longer stay out of the future chaos.

If they don't look further, they won't live long at all. It's not possible to hide or mix with other people, because those disciples have special identification methods that can recognize the difference between them and normal people.

So they had no choice but to find another way out, so Maegor suddenly visited, hoping to get in touch with Renly, or Baratheon behind Renly -

If they can't get close to Targaryen, they can join Baratheon, right? When the war breaks out in the future, they will have Baratheon as a protection umbrella, and the members who are capable will always show their edge. Although this will develop slowly, it is more or less a way out.

However, now think about it, for no reason, who can trust a group of bandits with no identity and stains?

Maegor felt that she was a little bit taken for granted, but Renly's words immediately afterwards aroused her hope again.

"But if you can prove your own value, I can consider introducing you to my brother."

"How to prove it?" Maegor asked hurriedly.

Renly replied: "Do you know Crab Claw Peninsula?"

The next chapter will have to wait a little longer, before 12:30~