"Is Vela still in Starfall City?" Danny asked again.
"If nothing unexpected happened, she should still be here. My elder brother is very good to her and arranged for her to marry a knight instructor under his command. I heard that she gave birth to several children. "
Danny could not help but admire Eide. To be able to think of settling Vela in the remote Starfall City, this was very smart; to keep this insider who knew the fatal secret, this was very benevolent.
"You have never suspected?" she asked again.
"Suspected what?" Ashara was puzzled.
"Eide is lying."
"Why would he lie? Moreover, Eide is an upright person. He is a true knight like Sir Barristan. He values honor and never lies. "Ashara said with certainty.
"Sigh!" Danny sighed.
An honest person would never lie in his life. If he said it once, he could deceive the whole world.
"Lady Ashara, I understand what you mean. Since Princess Elia did plan this, then Aegon must be her and Lega's son. "Danny said seriously.
Hearing the Dragon Queen personally admit Little Aegon's identity, Ashara finally let out a sigh of relief.
"It's getting late, it's time for lunch. Come with me to the camp to taste the Dothraki delicacies!"
.....
The Great Wall, Commander's Tower.
Jon, his face pale, pushed Gilly into a corner of the room, her face full of fear.
Jon's gray eyes showed that he could not bear it, but he still hardened his heart and said, "There is not much danger. When Sir Geralt Dane's fleet arrives, your son will go south with the freedmen."
"Huhuhu …" Jilly sobbed softly. "Why not someone else? Why me?"
"You are the Barbarian Prince's wet nurse. He and your son are inseparable. Stannis cannot tell who is who. Moreover, you are braver than the other freedmen. "
Jilly looked at Jon hopefully and said, "The Barbarian Prince can rely on the Dragon Queen! You also said that the Queen's fleet is coming, so the King of Hearts doesn't dare to touch him. "
Jon let go of Jilly and paced back and forth in the room with an irritated expression. He worriedly said, "You don't understand, you don't understand how much the Dragon Queen's dragon stimulates Stannis.
If he wanted to summon the Magic Dragon, he needed the King's Blood. He needed a large amount of the King's Blood.
He even told me what he thought without hiding it.
Mance Rayder can balance the barbarians beyond the Great Wall, so he's not in danger for the time being. But his son might not be. "
"Where's the Queen? Doesn't she care about this? "
"She's at Slaver's Bay, too far away. Even if she wanted to interfere, it would be too late. Rest assured, when Stannis does indeed intend to sacrifice the little prince, I will tell him the truth.
Your son doesn't have the royal bloodline. Even if you sacrifice him, you won't get Lahlo's response.
At most, Stannis will be angry with me, but he will not harm your son.
I swear I didn't lie to you. "Jon comforted her.
"Your oath is useless. I will only believe it if the Dragon Queen swears it." Jilly said.
Jon's face twisted, and a layer of blood rushed to his pale cheeks.
"Why?" he asked hoarsely.
"You are a Night's Watchman! The Night's Watchman violated the guest's rights, killed my father, and took his castle, food, and women. The Dragon Queen always keeps her word. Targaryen, her words are as heavy as a mountain. Everyone knows that. "Jilly said.
Well, Jilly was Kast's daughter and wife … one of them.
"I …" Jon's chest was stuffy. He irritably rubbed his messy hair and said, "My father is Stark. Haven't you heard of Stark's reputation in the North and beyond the Great Wall?"
"No." The female barbarian said honestly.
Jon choked and said, "Sam is also a Night's Watchman. You don't believe Sam?"
"I believe him, but you asked me not to tell Sam about the baby swap."
Jon stared at the female barbarian's frightened but gentle blue eyes and said seriously, "If you don't swap your son for the barbarian prince, Stannis will sacrifice him sooner or later.
Then, Maans will go crazy.
The freedmen were able to behave after the Queen left because Maans was in charge.
He sent batches of barbarians to Eastwatch and recruited batches of barbarians from beyond the Great Wall.
Maans saved countless freedmen and maintained the peace of the North.
If he sees his son burned to death, he will definitely lead the barbarians in rebellion. How many people will die then?
Jilly, for the greater good, why can't you sacrifice a little? "
"I …" The tough walls in Jilly's eyes collapsed, leaving only fear.
Then, she started crying again.
After a while, the female barbarian said in a choked voice, "Swear that my son will not be harmed."
"I swear!" Jon sighed in relief.
"Knock, knock, knock …" Not long after Jilly left, someone knocked on the wooden door of the office.
Jon's dark eyes lit up as he recovered from his depressed self-blame. He asked, "Who is it?"
"Lord Commander, it's me." “
"Sardine, come in!"
The door was pushed open, and a beautiful boy came in.
He had a pair of watery black eyes, fair skin, and soft black curly hair. He was as pretty as a girl.
Sardine came from a brothel in the old town.
"Lord Slynt refused to leave Dark Castle," Sardine said.
"He refused?"
Jon's eyes flashed with excitement and coldness. He stood up, took down the sword belt on the wall, and walked out of the command tower.
Considering that winter was coming and the snow would cover the houses and roads, the Dark Castle decided to use underground tunnels and cellars.
The tunnels were densely packed and connected to all the storehouses and towers.
The cellars were spacious and sturdy. The largest one could hold hundreds of people.
At this time, Slynt was in a cellar that was used as a dining room.
Under the dim yellow light, he was drinking oatmeal while laughing and chatting with a few night watchers.
The arrival of the commander made everyone in the hall quiet down.
The sound of chewing, chatting, laughing, and the sound of spoons colliding with bowls suddenly disappeared.
The night watchers, barbarians, and the knights of the Deer Party all opened their eyes wide and stared at Jon who was walking in front of Slynt.
"Lord Jannos, you refuse to go to Grayguard Castle?" Jon asked calmly.
"You little brat, go yourself!" Slynt did not take the commander seriously at all. He laughed and said, "You have the mark of a beast on you. The direwolf is the evidence.
If you ask me, a piece of trash like you should go to Grayguard Castle. Stay away from us righteous people who worship the gods. Get lost, bastard, hahaha … "
The coldness in Jon's eyes turned into murderous intent. He asked loudly, "You refuse to carry out the commander's order?"
Slynt's fat chin trembled a few times. He raised a finger and laughed contemptuously. "Bastard, f * ck your ass!"
"Hehehe …" Eliza and a few of the Dragon Party's followers laughed softly.
The cellar was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.
"Very good." Jon nodded calmly and turned to his companions behind him. He ordered, "Take Lord Jannos to the stable."
"Let me go, I have friends in King's Landing. I am Duke Tywin's man —"
Slynt threatened loudly, but he was still dragged by 'Melancholy' Eddie and 'Stupid Ox' Gilen to the courtyard.
At this time, everyone in Dark Castle came out to watch.
Even Stannis was standing on the steps of the King's Tower next to Melisandre. They were surrounded by a group of knights.
Slynt thought that Jon was going to tie him to a horse and forcibly send him to Grayguard Castle. He shouted, "I will not surrender, bastard, I will not go to Grayguard Castle even if I die!"
"You are wrong."
From the stable door, Jon dragged out a thick oak plank covered with slash marks.
It was used by the stablemen to cut the horses' grass.
"Eddie, hold him down!" He pulled out a long claw from his waist and pointed at the board.
"Ah!" Everyone was shocked.
Slynt's face suddenly turned pale and he was scared out of his wits. In a daze, he was dragged to the entrance of the stable and pressed on the chopping board.
Then, the cold and rough board on his face woke him up.
Slynt struggled like a carp out of water. He begged, "No, mercy! My Lord, I beg of you, please have mercy, I … "
Jon looked into his eyes, just like Eide had taught them since they were young.
If you want to take someone's life, you should at least look into his eyes and listen to his last words. If you can't do that, then maybe he doesn't deserve to die.
Father, he deserves to die. Not only can I look into his eyes, but I can also look into his eyes. Right now, I dare to look into the eyes of the Grim Reaper!
"Crack!"
The long claw didn't seem to be slowed down at all. Slynt's head rolled on the ground, leaving a trail of blood behind.
"Go, go now." Sir Alisa's face was pale and his eyes were filled with fear. He urged his younger brother, "Go to the East Sea now. If the Queen doesn't come back, I will never come to Dark Castle again. "
"This guy," the red-nosed old professor on the crow's nest was shocked, "I can see some of her shadow in him. He is also a ruthless character!"
"Friar Cyleda, sew Slynt's head back and burn it before it gets dark."
Jon felt unprecedentedly happy, but he did not show it on his face. He wiped his claw clean with horse grass, walked past the crowd, and climbed up the crow's nest.
"My lord, what are your orders?" Perestan immediately came up to him.
His voice was softer, his waist was four degrees lower, and his attitude was seven degrees more respectful.
Seeing his expression and attitude, Jon sighed and said, "I want to send Sam to the City of Knowledge. Other than proving that there are deviant ghosts, I also want to recruit a group of scholars. At the very least, they must be able to read, write, and raise ravens.
With the Queen providing us with a large amount of resources and 'loaning' the young cavemen, we have the ability to station people in all seventeen castles of the Great Wall.
The beacon towers can only send messages for emergencies, and daily communication depends on the ravens. When winter comes, the roads will be blocked by snow, and the ravens will be more important. So, I need at least thirteen scholars. "
The ravens in this world were not normal ravens, and they were also different from pigeons. The knowledge required to manage them was no less than mathematics and literature.
Other than scholars, ordinary people did not know how to raise them at all.
For example, ordinary people used the same method as pigeons. They kept the ravens by their side and tied the letters to the ravens' legs when there was an emergency. The ravens would then fly back home.
Scholars were different. They could tell where a raven had been and where it could go, and they could also tell them where to send the letters.
"Commander, don't worry. As soon as the Queen left, I informed the City of Knowledge," Perestan said.
"I don't want anything to happen to Sam. Do you understand what I mean?" Jon looked directly into the eyes of the red-nosed old man.
"I understand." The old professor smiled awkwardly. "My lord, don't worry. I know the tricks of the professors in the City of Knowledge.
When I sent the letters for the first time, I clearly warned them that I would also write to Count Tully. If Sam did not reach the City of Knowledge safely, the consequences would be unpredictable.
Well, Count Tully is a ruthless person. He even dared to bring soldiers to threaten the Great Sparrow Church and massacre the Great Cathedral! "
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