The Winter of Ice and Fire Is Coming

Inside the Red Temple.

Zogo Kao was lying on the black boulder, surrounded by a blazing fire.

His hot body made his face red like a flame.

His internal organs have been burned by the heat.

The black stone can cool him down.

Priest Benello stands beside Drogo Cao. He is tall and thin, with prominent facial features and skin white as milk. His cheeks, chin, and bald head are covered with flame tattoos, his bare arms are also covered with flame patterns, and his upper and lower lips are also covered with flame tattoos.

When the Grand Pastor Benello sang the prayer, his voice was sharp and high, as impressive as a whistle.

Outside the circle of fire, Daenerys and others stood, except for the shameless young guard Quentin Martel, the rest of them all looked at the priest with worship.

Above Benello's head, there was a very high ceiling with a circular hole in it to introduce the sky light outside. The sky light was projected down, projected on Zogo Kao's body.

Benello folded his hands and pointed his finger to the sky. Then he separated his hands, shook hands into a fist, and opened his arms. He began to chant the spell quickly, and when his voice reached the highest point, bright flames spurted from the eyes of his fists.

Daenerys, Quentin Marcel and others outside the circle of fire were all taken aback. Quentin Martel found that the fist of the Supreme Priest was opened, and his ten fingers were like ten burning candles. His right index and middle fingers were stretched out, and he was writing very quickly in the void.

Quentin Martel could not recognize the words written by Benero, but Daenerys did. Benero wrote the Valyrian runes, and she recognized a few of them: Darkness, destruction, conspiracy, betrayal.

Zogo Kao lay motionless on the black boulder.

After Benello finished singing and writing, the flames on the fingers of both hands disappeared, and the characters burning in the void slowly disappeared.

"Grand Pastor, can my husband be saved?" Daenerys asked.

"Daenerys, if the Red God wants him to come back, he will come back. I don't worry about Zogo Kao, just give him to the Red God. I'm more worried about you."

Daenerys was secretly relieved by Benello's words. She stared at Benello.

"Daenerys, you are in a dangerous situation. The dark eye is watching you, and the servants of the long night devise a conspiracy. They worship hypocritical gods in the temple of lies... Some outsiders are not trustworthy, You should also be alert to some relatives. The despicable betrayal always comes from around..."

Pastor Benello's eyes consciously or unconsciously swept over the shameless young guard beside the fake Quentin Martel.

This shocked Quentin, disguised as a young guard, into a cold sweat. He felt the horror. What the Grand Pastor Benello said was aimed at him. How could the pastor see through all this? !

"Daenerys, you will experience three betrayals and three unforgettable loves. The Iron Throne is actually not your real goal. Your real goal is to the north of Westeros. In the north, in desperation. Great Wall."

"I don't understand!" Daenerys frowned.

"Come in with me, I want to show you the truth in the flames, and an ancient prophecy that you won't believe now." Pastor Benello walked barefoot through the burning circle of fire, which made Daneli The others around Si were surprised. But Daenerys can also do this. She is of true dragon blood, and ordinary flames cannot cause harm to her. This is very similar to Pastor Benello.

The two walked into the side door of the lobby one after the other, passed a splendid passage, and entered the personal prayer room of the great priest. The moment they disappeared into the door in front of the hall, the young guard—the real Quentin Martel vaguely heard Varys' name.

This made his heart beat again.

*

Varys was on his way to the city-state of Mill at this time. Just after dawn, he stopped and let two horses drink water by a stream. He was sweating, and he also scrubbed his body.

The free trade city states of Mill, Ries, and Tylosi are where Varys started, as well as cities that have been mixed since childhood. Free trade city-states such as Valantis, Pantos, Braavos, Novos, etc. have all left Varys's footprints. He is no stranger to this area.

After running all night last night, he always felt that someone was following him. In order to verify his feelings, he had also turned his horse into the side road, but there was no figure following him. When he returned to the avenue, the feeling of being followed came up again.

Varys is an intelligence expert, tracking others and getting rid of others are his long-term research topics, but this time he can't get rid of the feeling of being followed no matter how much he fights.

He had never missed this feeling before.

But maybe it's an exception this time,

When he was washing by the stream, the feeling of being followed came up again. Varys hurriedly found a place to hide. He tied the horse to one side and hid himself on the other side.

If the other party is malicious, with his tracking skills, he would have died if he wanted to kill him.

Two people appeared, two of his gladiator guards: the bald gladiator with his tongue cut off and the short and fat dwarf. The short man is fat, to be precise, he should be strong.

The two people rode horses without the fatigue of walking all night. They were like two iron men, full of energy and vigor. It is estimated that they were lucky when they were betting on money last night.

Varys turned out from behind the tree: "It's you!"

With a bald grin, he lost his tongue and was speechless. He could only express his happiness. The dwarf laughed, triumphing about his master who had teased him last night.

"I was framed." Varys said with an unhappy expression.

"That's not important!" The dwarf jumped off the horse and let the horse go to drink. He also jumped into the stream. "Sir, we are your left and right hands. Whoever you want to kill, just say it, and we will do it. "

The bald head nodded repeatedly and gave Varys a thumbs up.

Varys was completely relieved. With these two gladiators who didn't lose to the blood ally guards to protect himself, he was more relieved. The Mir people are famous for their carpets and mirrors. They are not martial arts, but they want to kill people without doing anything by themselves. They hire mercenaries, so Mill is a place where mercenaries are rampant. With two gladiators who have experienced thousands of battles by his side, he feels like he has many more lives.

Varys was responsible for lighting the fire, and the bald and dwarf went hunting. Before the fire started, they came back carrying a wild goat.

"Where are we going now?" the dwarf asked.

The bald head peeled sheepskin by the stream.

"I want to go back." Varys said.

"Where?"

"Go back to Daenerys, she needs me."

"Except Daenerys? Where do you want to go?"

"Go to the other side of the narrow sea and find a guy named Will, who saved my life."