The Winter of Ice and Fire Is Coming

In the evening, Ed Stark brought his captain of the guard, Jolly Kelso, out of the King’s Gate and followed the instructions on the note to the southernmost pier. In the night, someone had been waiting by the ship. Then, as soon as he arrived, the silent attendant took Ed Stark aboard the Storm.

This is a very large two-story merchant ship, with a tall mast invisible in the night. With the light of the torch shining, visually inspect the oars on the first floor of the boat, and there are at least 80 oarsmen on one side.

The sailors on the ship were dark-skinned, and listening to their accents, they were all free people across the narrow sea. Maybe it's from the insatiable Tyrosie, maybe it's from Rees, who is rich in poisons, or Mill, who is famous for producing the Mill telescope...

"Master Ed, here comes." Littlefinger Petil came out, at the entrance of the stairs on the ground floor, "My lord, is anyone watching you all the way?" "

"We came out from the back door of a blacksmith at the steel door, passed two alleys, passed the front and back doors of several shops, detoured from the Lion’s Gate to the King’s Gate. I think the people who watched were also thrown away. ." Ed Stark said coldly.

"In that case, please come with me, my lord." Littlefinger's head sank.

Ed Stark whispered to Jory Kelso: "Be careful, let's go down."

"Yes, my lord." Jory Kelso gripped the handle of the short knife.

When they descended from the stairs, a fishy scent came over them.

"In front, my lord!" Littlefinger Petil's figure waved at the end of the corridor.

The space under the ship board is actually enough. Ed Stark doesn’t need to lower his head, but the light is very dark, and the aisle looks mottled. In addition, the lower room is for sailors, servants and others, and sundries and seafood are also piled up. The lower layer, so it smells bad.

"My lord, why don't we go up there," said Jory Kelso.

The ship is very tall. It should be more than the two layers that it looks like. It is possible that the ship can be divided into several layers. Once it goes deep, if the little finger is in ambush and the knife comes down, he and Ed will not have any chance to escape. .

"If there is a difference, kill Littlefinger first." Ed said in a deep voice.

"Yes, my lord."

Turning the corridor, there was another downward staircase in front of it, and the voice of Littlefinger shouted from below: "Master Ed, here."

Ed Stark went down the stairs to another corridor. The figure of the little finger flashed at the door of the farthest room. Ed Stark ran after him and opened the door. Inside was a huge room. , There are three people: Will in Black, Robb Stark, Petty Littlefinger. Behind the three of them is the huge wooden box that Ed Stark is familiar with. The wooden box is filled with things that Ed Stark is familiar with, which can be seen from the cracks in the wooden box.

"Robo, shouldn't you and your wooden box be on the Wind Witch?" Ed Stark's face was gloomy. He doesn't like to play these tricks. If Robb Stark also participated in it, wouldn't it be good to tell himself directly?

Jory Kelso felt relieved. He responded with a relaxed smile to Robb Stark and Will in Black and let go of the hilt of the short knife.

"The Wind Witch, everyone's eyes are fixed, so we have another Stormwind." Will smiled.

"You deliberately used the wind witch in the far north to attract everyone's attention. In the past few days, you sent people to carry the large wooden boxes full of cargo on the ship deliberately?"

"Yes, Lord Ed."

"Then what do you do with so many wooden boxes stacked here?"

"Master Ed, the Great Wall night watchman is short of supplies. These millet, noodles, beer, wine, various fruits, meat, swords and weapons are all supplies for the Great Wall night watchman. As for the silk, it can be transported back and sold to the northern nobles. "

Robb Stark said: "Father, the real function of the wooden box is to hold the good keel."

"Keel? People?"

"Yes, a few boxes of keels will be installed tonight, and people have already installed two." Littlefinger said, "more will be installed tomorrow."

Little finger reached out and dragged out a large wooden box. He was small and thin, but he seemed to be infinitely powerful. He dragged the huge wooden box over without any effort. He lifted the lid of the wooden box, took out the silk on it, and made a slight snoring noise.

Ed and Jory Kelso took a look: two strangers in Alchemist Guild clothes. Looking at the decorations on their clothes and cuffs, they are the two highest-level alchemists.

"The alchemists Adonis and Alves, the president of the Alchemists Guild and his assistants," said Will, the man in black. "I want to persuade them to go to the Great Wall to be night watchmen and help us refine wildfires, but They always refused. However, for the sake of a box of gold coins, they taught me how to use the ancient fire magic scroll to restrain the defensive magic in the walls of the Red Fort."

Inside the walls and buildings of the Red Fort, there is dragon fire magic protection. Once heretical magic enters, such as the faceless black magic, it will be restrained. However, the fire attribute magic scroll of the alchemist has a cracking effect on the magic mark of the red castle. They are the same magic.

When the dragon disappeared, the magic of the alchemist also slowly disappeared. In the same way, when the dragon returns, the fire magic of the alchemist will also return.

Will the dragon come back?

Will knows, will, and soon.

In the Red Fort, the dragon magic mark has always existed, just as the magic mark of the Great Wall of Despair for restraining foreign ghosts has always existed.

"Extremely Great Wall refining wildfire? Lord Will, what on earth do you want to do?"

"Of course it is to prepare the future flame party for the ghosts mentioned by Will's large population." Littlefinger Pettier laughed. "I never believed in ghosts, but I heard about Will this afternoon. After the adults came here with a series of plans and goals, plus my participation tonight, someone’s mind now believes seven percent."

"Are there three points?"

"I'm going to see outside the Great Wall myself." Littlefinger Petil smiled, "As soon as I'm done with things here, I have decided to go to the Land of Eternal Winter outside the Great Wall to see what the strange ghost looks like."

"Oh, then your note called me to come here, saying that you want to tell me the truth about the death of Lord Jon Allyn, but there is no such thing?"

"Of course there is the truth, but Lord Will and Lord Robb Stark think you need a big wooden box more than the truth of the matter." Littlefinger smiled.

Ed Stark's face was gloomy as the winter sky: "Littlefinger, this joke is not funny at all." His gaze forced Robb.

Robb's eyes flickered slightly.

"It's not a joke," Will said flatly, "Dah Jie."

Darjeely appeared at the door of the room in response, holding a short burst of crossbow in her hand: three bursts, the crossbow was already on the bowstring. (The World of Ice and Fire already has repeated crossbows).

The crossbow in Grand Jellie's hand aimed at Ed Stark.

Jory Kelso was unbelievable: "Master Will, such a joke is too much. Robb Stark..."

Robb Stark lowered his eyes and said nothing.

Jory Kelso reached for his knife.

"Jory, don't move." Darjeely said lightly, "or die!"

Liannu aimed at Jory Kelso's throat.

Neither Jory nor Ed wore helmets or neck armor. They had thin chain mail inside their clothes.

No one doubted Darjeel's words, her voice was so cold that blood was frozen.

"Jory, don't move." Ed Stark shouted in a deep voice.

The narrow smile wafted from the corner of his little finger's mouth, and he took an empty wooden box and opened it. The fur cushion has been laid inside: "Master Ed, please enter the wooden box!"