Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

The stench of the flea nest hit his face. Harlin covered his mouth and nose with the long sleeves of his gray robe in disgust, and walked quickly to the public spring pool.

Dawn was just falling slightly, and the gray white light formed a line along the top of the city wall. The little girl was sitting on the stone wall of the pool, shaking her calves.

Harlem was not surprised that there were children from poor families in Flea Bottom waiting for water so early. After all, the water quality in public pools was the worst in King's Landing. Although it had improved a lot during the reign of King Renrui after Queen Alexa's improvement, But hundreds of years have passed since the heyday of the Targaryen dynasty. Due to years of neglect, the public pool next to Flea Bottom has long lost its clarity.

The pool at dawn is at least a little less filthy after being abused during the day. Poor mothers often ask their children to protect the water utensils on the side in advance, scoop the water diligently, and then let the stronger boys carry it back and forth. Use buckets to deliver water to your home.

As for the wealthy people outside Flea Bottom, the public waterway was built in their large courtyards and occupied the upper reaches of the waterway. There were also servants carrying water every day, so they did not need to worry about such problems.

The wealth and poverty of King's Landing can be clearly seen. The complex routes of waterways pass through the mansions of merchants, ambassadors of the Free Trade Cities, royal nobles and even the great nobles of the Seven Kingdoms. The King's Landing mansion of the Arryn family is located among them. .

"Get out of the way, little bitch." Harlem's hands were always clammy, and almost all the children from Flea Bottom to Silent Sister Street knew this, and no one wanted to get close to him, especially when his hands came closer.

The little girl didn't look like a commoner from Flea Bottom, he had never seen one before, and there was no bucket of water next to the girl.

Harlin didn't care about these details. He pushed the girl away roughly and forced her to move aside. The water bag in his hand suddenly slipped and fell into the pool with a "plop".

"Damn! Bitch!" Harlem turned to look at the little girl who was standing still. "Things born by prostitutes are destined to become prostitutes in the future!" He bared his yellowed teeth and cursed angrily.

Harlin stretched out his hand to reach for the water bag, but the small waves in the pool blew the water bag far away. Harlin gasped slightly, stretched his arms, and his fingertips were getting closer and closer to it, and they were about to touch it!

Harlin's eyes widened, but his head seemed to hang uncontrollably. His mouth and nose were immediately immersed in the pool, and a sore discomfort quickly spread to his throat and nasal cavity.

"Goo-Lung-Goo-Long"

Harlin's open mouth was bubbling at the bottom of the pool, and he woke up from the unconsciousness just now when he felt a sense of suffocation. He subconsciously wanted to struggle ashore.

Numbness and powerlessness hit Harlin's slender arms at the wrong time, and he couldn't even cry out for help.

"I hope I can serve you when I grow up," the little girl's clear voice stayed behind, "as your whore."

The back of Harlin's head suddenly felt heavy pressure, and his slim hope of survival was finally wiped out.

"Goo-Lung-Goo-Long"

There were weak bubbling sounds twice, and the pool returned to calm again.

The little girl stared at Harlin's eyes without eyes in the water, watching his body sink slightly and fall to the bottom of the pool.

She stretched out her hand and easily took the water bag brought by Harlem. "Thank you for your gift. I will repay you when the stranger picks me up." The little girl turned and left.

She skipped through the familiar streets and alleys. The lights in Flea Bottom were not bright enough, but the busy sounds could be heard. The old dove yawned and stared at the odd-job workers in the brothel carrying the candles that had burned out last night. There are white ones, even the purple candles of Braavos.

The heavy sound of blacksmithing could be heard faintly in the corner of the blacksmith shop, which was closed by a locked wooden door. However, sooner or later the blacksmith would open the wooden door. After all, blacksmithing is a manual job, and he would be sweating after a long time.

The playful children in Flea Bottom then went out, carrying empty tubs and buckets, and dragged them towards the pool.

The spider told him to put sugar in the water and bleed the fire warlock. The little girl walked through the Street of Silent Sisters and saw the guild hall with a huge dome, which belonged to the alchemist.

It was highly sought after during the period of the Mad King, and the gate was heavily guarded. Today, the iron gate is rusty and the courtyard is withered.

She easily walked into the hall, passed through the deep passage with gray and black walls, and came to the house at the deepest part of the passage. The corner of the house was illuminated by candlelight.

Wallis sat on the desk in that corner, flipping through the book of advice written by the pyromancer Harlin just last night.

"Bug, you're here."

The spider's voice was still kind, but the little girl's response was very dull and her voice was weak. Others thought she was the dying old man dying pitifully on the bed.

"The wet, smelly old man drowned in the pool, and the candy was put away," the little girl said.

"Alas" Varys shook his head, tore up Harlem's letter of advice, pointed it at the bonfire nearby, and threw it in, "You still hate this city and King's Landing. I gave you a choice, bug."

The little girl replied calmly, "I choose the best one."

"Thousands of lives, bug." Wallis's eyes were slightly moist, and he held up his long sleeves to wipe away his tears.

"So," there was a faint smile on the little girl's face, "it's the best kind."

"Alas," Wallis sighed again. The sigh in his high-pitched voice made the little girl feel uncomfortable. "Harlem is the king's most loyal minister and knows how to make the kingdom win the war at the minimum cost."

He pointed to the letter burning in the bonfire, "But we went to stop the loyal ministers of this kingdom, and you involved hundreds of thousands of civilians in King's Landing. How tragic will the final scene be?"

"It's beautiful," said the little girl. "The scene will be beautiful."

Varys stopped talking and took out candy and another letter from his long sleeves. "Bug, eat some candy. Being nice to you will make my conscience better." He took the little girl's hand. "Sometimes, we need some people to sacrifice in order to have a good life."

The envelope was stuffed into the little girl's hand. The seven-pointed star pattern on the surface was very conspicuous.

"Give it to him. You have seen it." Varys stood up, shook his head from time to time, and walked towards the exit of the guild hall.

He walked in the dark and deep corridor, looked up at the stone slabs on the top. A lot of fine sand was stuck on the edge of the wall. Varys stamped his feet, and the stone slabs under his feet were even a little loose.

Varys frowned worriedly, "Mad King." He shook his sleeves and continued to walk towards the exit.

"Wildfire?" Thoros frowned and read the letter sent by the alchemist Harlin.

The two of them became friends because of the Mad King's love of fire. Thoros got several cans of wildfire from Harlin.

But with the end of Targaryen, wildfire was no longer valued, and it seemed to be sealed forever in the basement of the alchemist guild hall. Alchemists were no longer valued by the royal family, and the former glory was gone. Soros, who had been supported by Harlin, now often went to take care of Harlin.

It was during this period of contact that he felt that Harlin was obviously more depressed, and he devoted his whole body and mind to wildfire, almost crazy.

Uneasy mood emerged from the bottom of his heart, Soros frowned, looking at the cloth bag that he had kept well, in which he placed his last few cans of wildfire.

"Knock, knock!" There was a knock on the door.

"Who?" Soros exhaled, put away the envelope, and opened the door.

The blue-robed guards beside Artis Arryn stood at the door, "Sir Thoros, the Duke invites you."

"Everyone on this continent likes to call me Sir," Thoros muttered, without refusing, "I'll be there right away."

After the guards left, he wrapped the red robe hanging by the bed around himself, pushed the door open and left.