Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

The twisted gray sky is right in front of us, but it is actually far away.

The huge black city is located in this twisted space, like a neatly cut mountain range made of black stones.

The captain of the "Greenbeard" stared at the city that was gradually moving away. He was flamboyant and would remain silent in front of the greatest city in the world.

"Volantis is still the most romantic day of the long summer, but it is gray here."

The most ignorant boy from Volantis broke the calm on the deck. His silence when entering the port of Asshai was caused by the gloomy atmosphere and the captain's coercion and inducement.

The people on the deck looked at him one after another. The captain of the "Greenbeard" pulled his lower lip to the right, lifted the boy's collar with his big hand, and said to his ear: "Go to the cabin, Bem, and bring up the remaining squab."

The boy was listening, but he was suddenly slapped on the left cheek. He turned his head and ran into the cabin, crying.

"Haha!"

The tense and silent atmosphere of the "Greenbeard" was finally replaced by relaxation. The crew resumed their previous sailing on the ocean to relieve their loneliness and chatter, and the deck was full of energy again.

The red-robed woman from Asia stood at the bow, wrapped in a thin red robe. The sea was rough and the waves hit the boat.

"Madam, I think," the captain rubbed his palms and exhaled hot air, "it's too cold outside. There are good cabins inside. Why don't you go inside and rest."

The red-robed woman looked at the captain with her red eyes and reached out to touch the captain's cheek.

A warm feeling came from the captain's face. He nodded awkwardly and turned away.

The light fragrance of the red-robed woman when she simply unfolded her red robe remained in his nose, but he had an inexplicable feeling that the fragrance came from the red-robed woman's body temperature, not the perfume that could be seen everywhere on the ocean.

"Boss," the sailor said as he pulled up the rope, "we worked so hard to come here from Volantis, and we only took one person? We didn't take any goods?"

"If you can give me three full boxes of gold and silver, I would even dare to go to Valyria." The captain said disdainfully, chewing candy in his mouth, the sweet taste overflowing his lips.

"Who doesn't know how to brag?" The sailor said with a smile, and quickly dodged to the side to avoid the captain's whip.

"You bastard!" The captain bit the chewing candy hard and cursed with a smile.

The "Greenbeard" sailed for several days before leaving the dark night of Asshai.

Bem shuttled through the cabin with a plate in his hand.

"My God, there are fruits?" The man who spoke reached out to take it, and Bem immediately slapped his outstretched hand, "Don't move, it's for the red robe woman!"

Bem ignored the shouting and cursing of the sailor behind him and ran straight to the depths of the cabin.

Thinking of meeting the mysterious lady again, Bem's heart was instantly moved. The red-robed woman had a beautiful heart-shaped face and wine-red hair.

Everything about her attracted Bem, even more than the milk-colored boat prostitute beside the captain.

The "Greenbeard" was a large ship of Volantis, and Captain Jacob was a famous legendary sailor of Volantis. Every time the ship docked, some prostitutes would be hired to board the ship to relieve the loneliness of the sailors during the long voyage. There were strict requirements for the selection of boat prostitutes. Jacob would not let germs and riots spread on the "Greenbeard".

But it was quite strange that the boat prostitute beside Jacob seemed to follow the red-robed woman and mutter something like "The night is long and dangerous everywhere." She prayed some prayers that only red-robed monks would do.

Captain Jacob said that he almost imagined sleeping with her recently as sleeping with the red-robed woman, and was very excited.

Bem approached the cabin door. He had been here and seen this place many times during the days when he sailed with Jacob.

But these days, this place seems to be different because of the appearance of the red-robed woman.

"Madam. Madam?" Bem knocked on the door gently.

"Please come in." The red-robed woman's voice was a little low. Did she catch a cold? Bem thought worriedly.

Bem gently pushed the door open and looked out.

The candlelight flickered in front of Bem's eyes. In a trance, he saw the red-robed woman sitting quietly on the bed through the flame heart, staring closely at the dancing candle flame.

Is she looking at me? Bem lowered his head shyly and moved to put the plate on the table, "Madam, this is your dinner."

The red-robed woman shifted her sight and looked at Bem, "You are from Volantis, boy?"

"Yes, ma'am." Bem was a little excited. This was the first time she spoke to him when he delivered food to the red-robed woman in the past few days.

"The Temple of R'hllor in Volantis." The red-robed woman murmured.

"There are many. If you want to see, I can take you there!" Bem said excitedly, but he regretted it after he finished speaking. Jacob would definitely scold him for such a unnecessary move.

The red-robed woman looked at the excited Bem with a half-smile, and reached out to touch Bem's hair. Bem raised his head in surprise. He was glad that he stole the perfume bottle of the barge prostitute when he came and sprayed it on his hair.

"The night is long and dangerous everywhere," the red-robed woman murmured, "When we docked, a red-robed monk as black as asphalt wanted to take a boat to Volantis. Be sure to take him with you. He is my friend."

Bem nodded. Him? Bem felt a little lost. What kind of friend? "I will tell the captain, but which port is the friend you mentioned? Qarth?"

"Just dock, he will get on the boat." The red-robed woman looked at the flame on the candle again, her eyes fixed on it.

Bem left the room and walked towards Captain Jacob.

Moqorro was wrapped in a red robe, his pebble-like belly leaning against a wooden stake, his bone-white hair tangled like a lion's mane winding out of his face, his scarlet eyes staring at the large ship approaching from a distance, the pattern of an old man with a green beard swaying on the sail.

The orange bandage was wrapped around Moqorro's waist. He had been in this town for too long. The previous storm overturned all the ships that could go to Volantis on the seabed. The coward watched his ship being overturned by the storm in the port.

The debris of those ships is still floating in the sea. These days, only the official ships sailing along the coast to replenish supplies have passed by, and no other ships that can continue to go west have been seen.

The thief's face was pressed hard into the soil by Moqorro, and he muttered in Valyrian, "God damn red monk!" He still didn't soften his mouth.

"All right," Moqorro's big, hammer-like fist hit the thief's face again, "Hand over the things."

The thief loosened his hand with difficulty, and the cloth bag filled with money appeared in front of Moqorro.

Moqorro squinted his eyes and counted, then released the thief's face, "R'hllor bless you." He nodded to the thief.

"May the Dothraki fuck you to death!" The thief ran away and blended into the streets of the port.

"The night is long and dangerous everywhere." Moqorro watched the thief slip and fall into the vegetable and fruit residue of the vendor.

The red-robed woman stood on the deck, quietly watching the crowd asking to get on board.

Moqorro looked up and saw her, and the red-robed woman also looked at him.

"Melisandre of Asshai." Moqorro frowned.