"Spirituality is the foundation of spellcasters. However, although the psychic faction has the advantage in spirituality and is less likely to be discovered, the body is as fragile as mortals. Do you really don't think about it anymore?"

"No, I don't want to become a monster with three hands or five legs, nor do I want to be the kind of alien who drinks human blood to maintain life." The woman dazed and stroked the cheek of the man in the same bed, moaning: "I don't want you to hate me, don't."

"How could it be? Even if you become a woman with three mouths, I won't hate you, and at some point," the man whispered in the bedmate's ear with a smile.

"You really hate..."

...

Opening his eyes, his mind seemed to be reverberating from his previous dreams, Shire blinked,

"Have you been holding it in for too long and having a spring dream?"

"But the protagonist is not me..."

In a dark and speechless manner, he sat up, but his eyes saw a note scattered on the ground.

"Burning brazier, casting witches, demonic whispers, and scorched flesh and blood"

It reads the nagging remarks of the goddess of red robe, which was the result of Shire's careful study last night.

He was a little dissatisfied at the time, but he didn't ignore it at all, although he felt that his "outsider" was predicted by a local witch that fate was a bit ridiculous and unreliable.

But who can ensure this kind of thing?

What if it is really dangerous?

just in case……

"But, what kind of crisis will it be?"

Thinking secretly, Charles kept this question in his heart.

He felt that he had to be vigilant; although in this world, his vigilance never dissipated.

After washing up and putting on his coat, Charles walked out of the camp and saw Botton commanding something in the open space by the lake from afar. When he approached, the sound came into his ears.

"The traces of the grass are suspicious. Since they are not hired riders, it is very likely that they are some malicious stalkers. Neil, you bring a small team to hide behind the palace and pull them out for me!"

"Gis, you are not far from Neil. If you encounter a large army, you can send a messenger to inform me at any time, I will ask the team to slow down."

"Phoebe, you..."

"I think you should not be very interested in a small group of mountain bandits." Seeing that he kept giving orders, Shire, who listened quietly, said casually.

"What?" Borton couldn't help looking at him.

"No, it's just a group of robbers." Charles shrugged and said nothing.

...

The team delayed for a while before they set off again. After being "shocked" by a mob who had changed from deserters to robbers, Burton cut off the heads one by one, hung them on the tip of the gun, and then the command team officially set off with a gloomy face.

Then, the long journey began again.

They rushed on the horse's back one after another, practiced spells occasionally, and were troubled by the entanglements of some freaks from time to time. Finally, after the fifth day of entering, they arrived at their destination.

King's Landing City.

From the outside, the city looks like a pool of yellow pancakes, covered with dense "black sesame seeds", occasionally dotted with a little brightly colored "fruit fast". A large piece of long bulge extends at the edge, and the red tomato sauce hovers upward at the edge of the raised, forming a pool of "shit".

The Red Fort where the royal family is located is this "shit", lone and independent, standing quietly on the Aegon Hill near Blackwater Bay. The classically spire can be clearly seen even outside the city.

There is no reason to say that this metaphor is. This city is bigger than any city in Westeros, but it also has a clearer smell than any city.

When the group entered through the giant dragon gate in the northwest corner of the king, they were not the royal ministers, the knights of the bald kings, or even Ed Stark who arrived before them.

But the stench.

Rotten fruits, feces, urine, rotten smells of corpses, domestic garbage, stinky ditches everywhere on the roadside... and so on. As soon as they appear, they come to their faces like a heat wave.

Every soldier could not help but hide his nose after entering the city gate, but even if they covered their cheeks with their cuffs, they could not stop the smell that "attacked" from all directions.

"It's so fucking smelly!"

Luce Bolton, who had always been expressionless, couldn't help but curse, pinched his nose, and looked at Charles: "Sir, please be sure to give me a spell that loses its sense of smell. I am very anxious about this."

"That's very simple, just pinch your nose." Charles replied with a glance.

After a long time of contact, you will find that this Earl of Burton still looks different from his dull appearance, and he has some cold humor.

It's just not showing off normally.

...

The team slowly entered the city, passing by the vegetable market at the gate, walking through the streets shrouded in the shadow of the Rennes hills, flea nests, and St. Belle Cathedral with six crystal spires.

Along the way, densely packed civilians hurriedly avoided the fully armed army. Some of them did not have time to react or react slightly slower, and they would be kicked aside by a soldier or shouted loudly, so the team successfully entered the city.

The surrounding buildings are still dirty and cramped, narrow and dull alleys, slums covered by black linen sheds, lively and noisy alleys and canteens with blue smoke, and dirty and smelly ditches throughout the city...

All the scenes did not change at all, but compared to when Charles left, it seemed that there were more people.

"Wars broke out in Hejian, and most of the refugees came to Junlin. The school city had a statistics before, and Junlin's population was more than 500,000. Now I think this number is far more than that, it's really crowded."

Bodon said as he rushed to the road, full of disgust for the large number of refugees around him.

Charles nodded thoughtfully and responded.

No one recognized him on the way. Although he had caused a sensation in this city, the people at the bottom didn't have so much spare time to care about this matter - they couldn't even eat enough, who would care about the dangerous game between the masters of the Seven Kingdoms?

The brief discussion and enthusiasm had long been erased by various problems in life. At this time, all I could see were numb and slightly crazy cheeks.

"Lannister must have done nothing good before leaving." Bolton commented, but didn't seem to take it seriously.

Shire agrees.

The team continued to deepen, and people on the road avoided one after another. As they saw the pale and thin appearance and the hidden hatred for the passing nobles in their eyes were shocking.

He even met a sloppy woman who threw rotten vegetables at him, with a dirty face and naked body.

The soldiers around him drew their weapons and prepared to rush towards the crowd, but were stopped by Shire.

"It's important to hurry up."

So the soldiers were sheathed with long swords.

Charles is actually not a kind person, but no matter how bad his temper is, he cannot be as knowledgeable as a lunatic.

When the egg was instructed, he had already seen the target of "attacking" his own, and she was not a normal person.

Yes, she is a lunatic.

This conclusion was not entirely due to the woman's appearance and the prompt message that appeared in front of her.

【A crazy girl, she once encountered something very bad]

...

So under the stare of people, the "noble young master" dressed in luxurious robes and dirty tomatoes on his chest, glanced at the initiator in an understatement, and then rode his horse away indifferently.

This was a bit beyond the expectations of the civilians around them. They looked at his back one by one and were stunned, a little stunned. The person involved did not have this awareness. Instead, he smiled and took out a rotten vegetable from the basket slung on his arm, and threw it at the other soldiers.

...

As I kept rushing, everything I saw was filled with depression. The whole city was like a volcano about to erupt, and the restless and dangerous smell was "pungent" and was simply terrifying.

"This is a city that is about to break out." Shire was secretly alert.

The nobles around him ignored this, which was a habit developed over thousands of years. It seemed that as long as they had military power at hand, they could completely take this group of ordinary people seriously.

However, Charles did not have such an optimistic attitude. Countless history has proved that the outbreak of peasant uprisings was the craziest and most thorough. In contrast, the confrontation between the nobles seemed very gentle.

"But it's not my turn to do this."

Thinking of this, Charles simply turned a blind eye.

He came here to improve his strength and then figured out the shuttle door, not to carry forward the spirit of equality of all beings in his previous life or saving all people - that was the work that the Eyebrow Monster should do, not his dark wizard.

Thinking of this, Shire looked at his eyes and his nose and his heart began to ignore the world around him.

However, when he passed by a towering hill on the edge of the street, a loud and magnificent mysterious voice suddenly appeared, from all directions, majestic and solemn, like a god whispering!

Charles was startled by the sudden sound. He turned to look and found that the others seemed to have not heard it.

So he kept looking for the direction where the sound came, and finally looked at the high "peak" on his left, or the strange building like ruins on the mountain.

"Where is that?" he asked.

"That's the Dragon's Hole, where the Targaryen family kept their horror pets in captivity." The Tingchen, who led them to the road, replied.

Dragon's Hole? Can Dragon's Hole cause such sound?

Why do I feel that this sound is similar to the sound when practicing purification?

Shire was secretly confused, but on the surface he just nodded.

The moving team had no time to let him stop here, and he was not so arrogant that he left the team alone in this messy city. So after taking a closer look at the place, Shar rode his horse away.
Chapter completed!