Game of Thrones: The Strongest Dragon Mother

Chapter 492

The day after Jon's "illegitimate child" was abducted.

night.

The cat pushed open the weirwood gate of the Black and White House and entered the hall, facing a pool ten feet in diameter. Along the wall stood thirty different statues of gods, with red-flaming candles flickering at their feet.

There are many cavities in the walls, and in the cavities lie dead men.

The kindly man stood by the dark pool, facing the gate, as if waiting for someone.

"You're back." He smiled kindly.

"The moon is dark." The cat said respectfully.

"The moon is dark" belongs to the slang words of the followers of the Faceless, which means "it's getting late" and "it's getting late".

Mao'er wanders in the market, and is proficient in many professional slang words and incisions. Often, they can judge their respective identities with just one sentence.

The kind man nodded and said, "Tell me the three things you learned today."

"The night watchman killed a 'ship' of people, but in fact only four died. They lost a baby, which was the one that Red Rogo killed and was brought back by me." Mao'er said.

A dim light flashed in the kindly man's eyes, and he said, "I see."

Then the cat started to say the second thing.

"The Blue Lantern Theater planned to write a song "The Wrath of Deathwing", but was approached by the Purple Shirts, and the screenwriter was arrested on the spot. Then they continued to perform the play "Dark Bat Layla" tonight."

The kind man said dumbly: "I know."

Seeing the face of the person opposite, Mao'er, who had practiced his Motive Sense skill to the MAX level, became nervous, clenched his hands in his sleeves into fists, and began to bite his lips involuntarily.

"Slap!" The kind man slapped her across the face.

Mao'er covered her cheek with one hand, more frightened than painful: "What's wrong?"

"It is Arya Stark who bites her lip when she thinks. Are you the cat, or Arya of House Stark?" asked the kindly man.

"I am the Nameless One!" said Arya warily.

At the same time, she told herself for the nth time: You are Arya Stark, but don't let others know that you are her, and there can be no more lip-biting movements.

"Tell me one last thing," said the kind man.

She had planned to tell him: Ge Biwang, a fruit vendor at the fishery wharf, had an affair with Bi Lian, a biscuit seller, and they were discovered by their respective wives.

But she didn't hesitate at the moment: "Red Rogo is dead, he killed the Night's Watch of 'a ship', and the bastard son of Lord Commander Jon Snow of the Night's Watch.

They pierced his life with one sword, and slit his throat with a second sword, and then wrapped stones around him and threw him over the Abathed Arch Bridge. "

The kind man kept a straight face and did not speak, as if he was very dissatisfied with the process of killing and throwing away the corpse.

So, Arya continued: "They also took away his newly bought colorful peacock feather cloak. Tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow, that cloak will appear on the second-hand market."

Kind and humane: "The beautiful cloak is very popular with assassins."

"That's it." Arya grinned triumphantly.

She gave the cloak and Red Rogo's purse to her former employer, the fishmonger Brusco.

That was also a believer of the God of Many Faces, and without a word, he understood what she meant—she guessed Brusco's identity herself, because kind people would not send apprentices to non-believers.

But the next moment, when she realized that she was laughing, she immediately put away her expression.

——The smile that pleases the kindest person most is not to smile, not to show any expression.

She warned herself in her heart.

The kind person forgave the trainee for a moment of complacency, and did not slap her again.

——When Red Rogo's cloak appeared on another person, all acquaintances of Red Rogo would understand: Red Rogo was murdered and thrown in a certain canal.

In Braavos, many assassins would kill for a silver coin, a new pair of boots.

Stuff like this happens every night, and no one cares for long.

"I was wondering, who are they, who did this?" asked the kind man.

Arya became a cat, and looked him in the eyes, and said literally, "Arya of House Stark."

"So it was her. I thought she had disappeared in Braavos long ago." The kind man smiled and nodded, and asked again, "Now, who are you?"

"The Nameless Man," said the Nameless Man.

"Wanderer." The kind person called out, and a short, pale girl quietly walked out of the darkness.

"Bring me two glasses of red wine No, give me a glass of red wine, our little friend Arya is not grown up yet, she needs a glass of hot milk," he said.

Seeing the glass handed over by the senior sister, Arya was a little taken aback.

But only for a moment, she picked up the cup, gurgled, and drank all the milk.

Bitter.

"Go to bed, Cat," said the kind man, "early to bed and early to rise. Remember, Beth, that all men must serve."

Oh, I'm not "Cat" anymore, starting tomorrow, I'm "Beth".

In anticipation of her new identity, Arya falls asleep.

She hadn't dreamed of the wolves, she was still in Braavos.

"Meow--"

On the Old Clothes Wharf, on the roof of Red Rogo’s rented house, a black cat stood up shaking its tail, its blue eyes shimmering with humanity.

Like a queen visiting her territory, she walks gracefully, jumps on the roof, shuttles among the crowd, and listens to the city's secrets.

Arya is no longer a wolf, she is a cat.

Black Cat Inspector, and possibly Black Cat Killer.

Just ask the waif for a bottle of Lys' tears, put it on the cat's paws, and she can kill anyone, including Aquaman! ! !

But she can't do that, there is a danger of being exposed, and she is not sure how to hide her thoughts in front of kind people.

Red Rogo is not worth her exposing this hole card, only Cersei, Walder Frey, and Dragon Queen are worth enough.

No, cross out the Dragon Queen.

She's too scary not even a wolf can face her, and a cat can't even approach her.

Had a good night's dream, woke up the next day, and Arya was blind.

At the same time, she also understood the identity of "Beth", a blind beggar girl on the street.

——You have to see with your heart and feel with your soul.

said the kind man.

While Beth was begging along the cobbled streets by the river, begging on a blind stick, the kindly man drew a stone box from the hole in the wall.

There are many islands of Braavos, but many islands are also a mountain.

The House of Black and White was built on a rocky hill, and countless tunnels were dug inside it.

The main hall is the place to receive believers. Many caves have been dug in the stone walls on both sides, and there are corpses waiting to be processed or processed (skinned).

The body of "Jon's Bastard" was put into a stone box, and placed in one of the caverns.

The bedrooms of the priest and acolytes are on the first floor below the main room, and the servants sleep on the second floor.

Erya has not yet obtained the qualification to change her face. She is both a trainee and a servant, and lives on the second floor.

The bottom floor is where the Holy Chamber is, and the House of Black and White has collected many faces for camouflage, all of which are hung on the walls of the third floor room.

Except for priests, others are forbidden to enter the third basement.

At this time, the kind man took the stone box to the third floor, placed it on the stone platform, and carefully opened the coffin lid, revealing a cold corpse with gray skin.

A dagger was stuck in the corpse's chest, but strangely no blood flowed out—in fact, there was light blue blood seeping out, but it had long since evaporated.

"It turns out that this is the strange ghost."

A kind person sees the soles of the feet from the top of the head, looks left and right, and looks from the front to the back.

"It seems to be no different from humans."

Disappointed, the old priest flicked his finger on the Little White Walker, it was very elastic, Q-bounce and Q-bounce.

Then, his eyes noticed the dagger on the chest of the White Walker, and he stretched out his right hand to hold the hilt of the sword.

"laugh!"

The blade was pulled out, and the ice-blue blood stuck to it splashed on the stone platform, and a drop fell on the face of the kind man.

"Shhhhhhhh!" The blood quickly eroded a light blue ice mark on the old man's face.

"Ah!" The kind man exclaimed, his face changed suddenly, and in the blink of an eye, his face changed, and the original face appeared on his left hand.

"This is really a strange ghost!"

Suddenly, the little foreign ghost's closed eyes suddenly opened, and there was a faint blue light, and the temperature in the basement dropped rapidly.

"Live?"

The kind man exhaled a mouthful of mist, and took two steps back in horror.

The Little White Walker looked at him with eyes of no emotion, the way a mentally handicapped baby looks at a stranger.

After a while, the beating heart of the kind person stabilized along with the indoor temperature.

He stepped forward again, and lightly tapped the little foreign ghost's face, coldly, Q bomb Q bomb.

The little white ghost didn't respond.

The kind man became bolder, and lightly poked the little bird, icily, Q bomb Q bomb.

The little ghost still didn't respond.

This time, the kind man became bolder, picked up the little foreign ghost, looked left and right, looked up and down, squeezed his ass|buttocks, and pulled his face.

Except that the body temperature is a little low, it is almost the same as a normal baby.

Another two days passed, and the kind man found that the little white ghost neither ate nor howled with hunger, but didn't seem to grow either.

Facing such a fantasy creature, he became more and more interested.

Besides eating, sleeping, and teaching Beth, the kind man spends the rest of his time studying the little white ghosts.

He also collected a large collection of books related to the White Walkers.

In those legends, a story fragment attracted him: ghouls gnawed on the flesh of the living, and white ghosts tracked pregnant women and devoured their babies.

Gradually, the kind-hearted man began to have an idea: try to raise aliens.

Of course, he was not blind. He recruited four faceless men, plus himself, each of whom wore a tile-steel sword—the House of Black and White had this requirement.

Then at the end of the deepest tunnel, build a stone room with four layers of steel fences.

The steel bars of the fence were as thick as a child's arm, and there were four gates, each of which was guarded by a Faceless Man. A hole was dug above the gate of the last gate, and a large amount of kerosene and gunpowder (ps) were buried.

As for the food of the Little White Walkers.

Every day, believers of the God of Many Faces come to the House of Black and White to seek relief. The dying old man, the patient tortured by the disease, the bankrupt businessman, and the starving beggar

The benevolent person will represent the God of Many Faces, offering them a way of relief at random.

But this time, he took them to the "White Keeping Room".

"Everyone is mortal, and everyone must serve. Use your blood to sacrifice the Holy Son of the God of Many Faces," said the kind man.

The old priest did not lie, nor was he foolish.

The cold god is also the god of death, isn't the other ghost the holy son of the cold god?

Theoretically, the god of thousands of faces represents the collection of all gods of death, and the strange ghost is also the holy son of the house of black and white.

"I am willing to serve, please help me."

A decayed old man knelt under the stone platform dedicated to the little strange ghost, worshiping devoutly.

The faceless man standing on the side was instructed by the kind man's eyes, and immediately stepped forward, his sleeves drooped, a cold light flashed, and he waved his sleeves again, the old man's head flew up, and a dry, salty blood mist sprayed out from his neck , falling on the little alien's face, lips, and chest.

"Hey!" The little foreign ghost licked the blood from his lips, and a strange blue light flashed in his eyes.

　(ps: There is gunpowder in the world of A Song of Ice and Fire, but it is not very powerful. It is just a trick of fire warlocks, and the actual combat effect is very poor-just like the gunpowder in "Lord of the Rings", it is just Gandalf's firework props. In The gunpowder of this world will not become a conventional weapon until Dany raises the world to a higher dimension.)

　　

　

(End of this chapter)