"Remember, be sure to put out the candle before the 12-day time limit is over!"

...

Before leaving, the fat black Eddie told her repeatedly to echo in her mind. She stared at the altar with all kinds of strange symbols outlined on the locust wooden table in front of her. Shir subconsciously touched her chin.

The altar table in front of me seemed to be covered by a magic array, and the oval circle was covered with bright red crystal powder pigment.

The magic circle ring is generally triangular. In the center, a characteristic red candle is inserted into a silver cup filled with clear water, mixed with the girl's blood and hair, and scarlet flames are quietly burning. The surrounding windows are completely closed, and the slightest sound of wind cannot be heard. Only a faint breath can bring it to light a little rippling.

“It seems ordinary?”

He thought about it secretly, but he didn't dare to underestimate this thing. Taking a deep breath, Charles turned around and closed the door of the storage room, and then sat cross-legged on the ground.

The candle must be watched by someone for 24 hours, otherwise once it is extinguished, all previous efforts will be wasted. Because he has a shuttle door and can use the time difference to rest, Charles is not going to pretend to be someone else in this matter.

"But what does this mean?"

Shire looked down at the delicate and small cross in his hand, and was puzzled.

Because it was necessary to provide follow-up rescue, this matter could not be hidden from the church, so Charles went to St. Say's Church before this.

When he went to "report" the incident, the monk Ossey said nothing, but gave him a small silver pendant.

This thing looks a bit similar to the pendant he usually casts, but it is more refined.

"If you encounter danger, you can show this." The monk's advice made Charles think, but he didn't have the chance to ask more, and was bombarded by the monk who prayed that time would come.

"Proof of Identity? Or something else?"

After watching for a long time, he suddenly felt deeply moved: "When I say that, will I not give too much help?"

Shaking his head with a chuckle, Charles put the thing on the floor at hand, then took a booklet, got up and took a few steps back, and after a glance at the altar, he summoned the shuttle door and crawled in.

No matter what, this matter has been stable for the time being, and he can also run to the world behind the door to improve his strength.

...

King's Landing, Red Fort, King's Hall.

"In the name of Andals, the King of the Loynas and the 'ancestral people', the ruler of the seven kingdoms and the guardian of the whole territory, Stannis II of the Baratheon family, I, the Duke of Winterfell and the Guardian of the North, and the former Prime Minister of the Stark family, I will be sentenced to castration here and execute it immediately."

In the king's hall, which was empty and full of court officials, the king's hand Ed Stark sat on a ferocious and hard iron chair, with his left hand on the dragon-shaped handle of the chair, his gray eyes quietly staring at the bottom, and a calm and serious voice echoed in the hall, magnificently verbing his judgment result.

As a result, the well-dressed man in a silk robe who was watched by him couldn't help but kneel down and scream.

"Prime Minister, I'm really wronged. I gave the money. Really, she also received the money! I'm wronged, I'm wronged, don't castrate me!"

His voice was very panicked, but Stark, who was sitting on the throne, didn't pay attention to him. After he turned his head and glanced at the left hand side, a knight nodded, and then signaled the two soldiers who were pressing the prisoner to leave with him.

However, just as the prisoner who kept begging for mercy was about to be dragged into the side hall, he finally could not bear his fate of missing a leg and shouted with a sharp voice.

"Stop! Stop! Sir, sir! I regret it. I want to join the black robe army! I want to wear black robe! Don't castrate me! Don't--!"

Hearing this, the knight couldn't help but turn his head to look at Ed. Seeing him nodding, he waved his hand and the guards then pulled the prisoner and turned toward the Red Fort dungeon.

"That damn crow army is really disappointing."

Some of the people in the group of court officials under the throne muttered and dissatisfied with this.

"I really don't know what the use of keeping that garbage dump in the Seven Kingdoms? White Walkers? Humph, I haven't seen a legendary thing for thousands of years."

"The garbage dump is naturally used to clean up garbage, otherwise what else can it be used for."

"Did the adults forget the savage?"

...

The low-pitched discussion did not disturb the trial process. After the rapist was taken down, a thief who committed theft was pushed in. The man was tough and insisted not to join the black-robed army, so his hand that he stole was cut off by the executioner with a knife along his wrist.

Shir hid in the crowd and watched all this quietly, appreciating the simple and crude laws of the seven kingdoms.

You will cut off any crime. There are not so many twists and turns, and it is easy to understand.

"It's just that it's a bit unhygienic. There are probably many people who die of infection and inflammation."

While muttering secretly, a group of people came in the hall, but unlike the previous few, this time the one who came in was seeking justice.

"I have made contributions to Your Majesty. How could I suffer such a fate? Prime Minister, you must make the decision for me!"

A middle-aged man with a big belly and neat dressed in a neat look of grief and anger, kneeling down in the hall, wiping his tears and crying while talking.

"What happened?"

"My son, my son... Sir, the mob in the city deserves to be killed!"

As he said, he began to cry and tell his son's experience and his own feelings.

Although most of them were "nonsense", the audience still knew the whole story soon.

Simply put, the businessman's son lost the ability to go home forever after going out. After sending someone to search, the rich businessman finally found him in a dirty alley. His clothes were stripped clean, and he didn't even leave a fig leaf. He was covered in scars and died with his eyes closed.

The wars that occurred in the connection made all kinds of people enter the city one after another. This included not only honest refugees, but also some people who were originally living here and driven crazy by poverty... This is a matter that is normal for the entire King's Landing at present.

But the abnormal one is the crying person in front of him.

"Before Lannister evacuated King's Landing, these deer-antennials had already secretly contacted His Majesty Stannis. His Majesty was able to react so quickly, but they made great contributions."

"This is a bit difficult."

"So what can I do? Junlin is almost overwhelmed. Where can I find him the murderer who killed his son?"

...

The court officials whispered, not optimistic about the current situation.

Stark naturally thought so. He began to persuade and comfort him and promised to send someone to investigate. However, the rich businessman with a sad face said that he would not give up, and even if he got the promise, he still lay on the floor of the hall and cried and shouted.

She looks like a shrew.

So just as Ed frowned and planned to blow him out, the wealthy businessman with tears suddenly screamed.

"Sir, wizard, divination, divination, yes, this will definitely find the murderer to avenge my son!"

As soon as he said this, Ed on the throne subconsciously glanced at someone in the crowd, while the court officials in the hall were in an uproar.

Everyone avoids the black wizard and is not as good as this person. He actually plans to ask the black wizard to help him find the murderer?

Did he drink too much wine from Qingting Island? Or did he get crazy when his son died? Are he not afraid that the black wizard would turn his son into a mummy or give him a "resurrection" trick?

People looked at each other, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Shire, hiding in the crowd, felt like hesitating. He was a little hesitant about whether to leave first. However, after glanced at the wealthy businessman, he suddenly frowned and then quietly left the crowd.

So not long after, the wealthy businessman and the Prime Minister in charge of the trial came to the side hall on the side of the Kingdom Hall.

"You, are you?" When he saw Charles, the chubby rich businessman seemed to have thought of something, and his face turned a little pale.

Shire did not answer him, but asked:

“How long has he died?

"The body found in the early morning today." The wealthy businessman who was yelling in the hall just now had the idea of ​​turning around and running away, but seeing Charles's expression "kind" look, he calmed down a little.

"Where is the corpse?"

“In the church.”

"Bring him."

"This, the monk is helping him..." The rich businessman hesitated very much about this.

"It's up to you." Charles snorted, gave Ed a look next to him, and then walked to the side.

"Are you here to visit the trial?"

"No, I want to find you to have someone and go to the city." Charles curled his lips and said, "and then he encountered such a mess."

"You don't have to pay attention to this unreasonable idea, and the achievements of the Deer Antlers to His Majesty Stannis are not their reliance on the laws of the kingdom at will."

"I want to ignore it, but don't you think this is a bit too sudden?"

"Suddenly?" Ed couldn't help frowning.

"That's right, it's like I've been preparing for a long time." Charles said, and the prophecy of the red-robed woman on the road flashed in his mind, so he added.

"Maybe anyone told him to do this."

He would encounter a crisis in King's Landing, and there was no sign of this matter for the time being, but the matter itself was always in his heart, so Charles was very sensitive to it.

"There is a possibility, but if so, he may not say it." Ed said, and suddenly looked at Charles with caution: "Do you want to move? Sorry, you just doubt that there is no conclusive evidence, and I can't let you do this."

Charles was not surprised by his answer, but he was prepared for it. "Of course I won't be too harsh, I just want to scare him."

"Change his son into a mummy? Or "resurrect" him in blood?" Ed's face became even more serious when he heard this. He said, "You should think about your current reputation. People are afraid of you now, but if you do that, they are not just afraid of it."
Chapter completed!