Casting spells

Because the portrait Huma dropped was not an ordinary hand-painted picture, but a magical portrait. No matter what he disguised as, the characters on the portrait would change immediately.

Chapter 994 No Peace

What's it like to be a public enemy?

No matter where you go, you must be vigilant when eating, drinking, or sleeping. How does it feel to prevent being caught by the swarming crowd in the next second?

You don't have to ask, it's an absolutely catastrophic and deeply hopeless feeling.

Unfortunately!

Warrant is experiencing such days first-hand right now.

Although most of the time, those civilians holding a wooden stick in their hands are no threat to him at all, but the problem is that there are too many pursuers.

Once he broke out in battle with the first pursuers, it would not be long before thousands of them flocked.

You must know that he is not good at fighting, nor is he good at mass destruction spells, nor does he have enough magic energy to support uninterrupted spell release.

On the contrary, what he is good at is avoiding danger.

If he had to participate in a battle, Volent would first predict the future, figure out the enemy's weaknesses, and then after a long period of preparation and planning, finally launch a fatal blow at the right time.

But the problem is that it is not just one or two people who are chasing him now, but the entire population of hundreds of thousands in King's Landing. It is completely impossible to predict when, who, and where they will launch a surprise attack on him.

So the only thing he can do is escape!

Run away desperately!

Escape from King's Landing and Westeros as fast as possible.

As the saying goes, money can make ghosts!

After spending a huge sum of 20 gold coins, Volent finally bought a businessman from the Free Trade City, boarded the other party's merchant ship, and left the port quietly under the cover of night, heading straight for the city of Pentos .

But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a few rough sailors recognized him and launched a rebellion two days later, not only killing his employer, but almost capturing him.

But unfortunately, the sailors obviously didn't figure out who the enemy they were facing was, and as a result, they were all wiped out in a few clicks.

Smelling the strong smell of blood coming out of the cabin, Volent sighed helplessly, and muttered to himself in a voice that only he could hear: "This is really a never-ending day! Also, how can I control it by myself?" An old sailing ship?"

After all, he is neither a sailor nor a navigator, and he has no idea how to use the starry sky, tools and maps of this world to identify directions.

In desperation, the only option is to drift with the current with full sails, wandering in the boundless sea.

One day passed...

A week has passed……

A month has passed...

As the ship's food and drink stocks began to run low, Volent finally realized how bad his situation was.

Because let alone land these days, not even a passing ship can be seen.

It was very clear that the ships had strayed from the relatively prosperous trade lanes.

The most frightening thing is that if there is no land before the supplies are exhausted, what awaits him will be starvation and thirst.

There is nothing more tragic than dying of starvation or thirst.

In addition, the loneliness and loneliness of not being able to see a living person for a whole month also tortured his spirit.

"So it is! This is your revenge! You want me to die slowly in pain and despair! Hahahahaha! You really are a monster that devours everything! A madman with a truly dark heart!" Volent suddenly thought What happened, I couldn't help laughing out loud, crying while laughing.

He never dreamed that his little thought would turn into a deadly noose in the end.

Such a strong sense of revenge!

Incredibly dark character!

If he could make a new choice, he vowed that he would never provoke the other party, obediently tell everything he knew, and then make small requests when the other party was in a good mood.

But as we all know, there is no regret medicine in the world, let alone going back to the past, or traveling to the future.

Time is not continuous, it has a smallest unit, and each smallest unit exists independently, and develops parallel universes and spaces as complex as a three-dimensional network.

The moment a decision is made, it is actually equivalent to choosing to enter the next time unit from countless forks.

Just as Volent was lying on the deck full of despair, waiting for death to come, several ships flying the flag of Qarth suddenly appeared on the sea level.

As we all know, Qarth is an extremely large and wealthy city located in the southeast of the continent of Essos.

The most famous one is that Daenerys Targaryen once used dragon flames to burn down the immortal temple of wizards here.

Among them, the ancient spice guild with great influence, even publicly declared for a period of time that she would be executed.

"Hey! Here! Help me!"

Noticing the appearance of a ship on the sea, Volent instantly rekindled his hope for life, shouting at the top of his lungs while waving his white shirt wildly.

His current condition looks terrible. Due to the long-term lack of fresh vegetables and fruits, his gums began to swell, hemorrhage, limb weakness and other initial symptoms of scurvy. At the same time, his face was extremely thin, his eyes were sunken, and his lips were even worse There were horrible cracks.

The ship flying the Qarth flag undoubtedly spotted the merchant ship floating in the sea and quickly approached.

After a while, a chubby businessman boarded the deck under the protection of a dozen fully armed sailors.

He first looked around for a while, then narrowed his eyes and asked, "Who are you? What happened on this ship? Where are the other crew members besides you?"

"I...we suffered a terrible shipwreck, and everyone except me died. If you don't mind, can you take it back to land? In return, all the goods and gold coins on this ship will belong to you It's gone." Volent deliberately pretended to be heartbroken.

"Of course! Roy! Take Mr. Wei to our boat! By the way, tell the kitchen to get him something delicious." The fat businessman gave the order quickly.

In the blink of an eye, Volent, led by a sailor, boarded another ship.

After he walked away, an old man with gray hair and beard suddenly grinned and complimented the fat man, "Master, congratulations on making a fortune by accident. If I'm not wrong, That guy just now should be the one wanted by Her Majesty Daenerys Targaryen."

"Hehe, I can't stop people's luck. Tell your subordinates to keep an eye on it, and don't let this cheap sheep get away. If we can bring him back to King's Landing, hand him over to the Dragon Queen, not only can she get a huge bounty, but she might even get a noble title and fiefdom." The businessman's eyes shone with ambition and desire.

Walent, who was in a state of hunger and sleepiness, didn't realize at all that he had just escaped from the tiger's mouth and entered the wolf's den again...

Chapter 995 The Fourth Seal

Conspiracy, deceit, betrayal...

When a person's life is completely shrouded by these things, it is doomed to a tragic ending.

The only difference lies in how long his spirit can endure before giving up resistance and turning into an emotionless walking dead, or completely breaking down and choosing to kill himself.