The second day after Jon's "illegitimate child" was kidnapped.
Night.
Cat pushed open the weirwood door of the House of Black and White and entered the hall. She was greeted by a pool of ten feet in diameter. Along the wall, there were thirty statues of different gods. Beside the feet of the statues, there were flickering candles.
There were many holes in the wall, and in the holes, there were dead people.
A kind man stood by the dark pool, facing the door, as if waiting for someone.
"You're back." He smiled kindly.
"The moon is dark." Cat said respectfully.
"The moon is dark" was a slang used by Faceless believers. It meant "it's late" or "it's late".
Cat wandered the streets, so she was proficient in the slang of many professions. Between them, she could often determine each other's identity with just one sentence.
The benevolent man nodded and said, "Tell me the three things you learned today."
"The Night Watchers lost a ship's worth of people. In fact, only four died. They lost a baby, the one Red Rogo killed and I brought back." Cat said.
The kind man's eyes flashed with a dark light. "I see."
Then Cat began to talk about the second thing.
"The Blue Lantern Theater planned to write a play called" Death Wing's Roar ", but the Purple Army came and arrested the scriptwriter. Tonight, they will continue to perform the play called" Dark Bat Leila "."
The kind man said numbly. "I see."
Seeing the man's face, Cat, who had practiced her reading skill to the max level, became nervous. Her hands clenched into fists in her sleeves, and she couldn't help but bite her lips.
"Slap!" The kind man slapped her.
Cat covered her cheek with one hand, more frightened than in pain. "What … happened?"
"The person who has a habit of biting her lips when thinking is Arya Stark. Are you Cat, or Arya of the House of Stark? "The kind man asked.
"I'm a nameless person!" Arya said alertly.
At the same time, she told herself for the nth time: You're Arya Stark, but don't let anyone know you're her. You can't bite your lips anymore.
"Tell me one last thing." "said the kind man.
She was going to tell him that Kopiwon, the fruit seller at the fishing wharf, had an affair with Bilian, who sold sesame cakes, and that their respective partners had discovered it.
But at this moment, she did not hesitate at all. "Red Rogo is dead. He killed a ship's worth of night watchers and the illegitimate son of Jon Snow, the commander-in-chief of the night watchers.
They pierced his genitals with one sword and slit his throat with the second. Then they wrapped a rock around his body and threw him off the Abathard Arch Bridge. "
The benevolent man kept a straight face and did not speak. He seemed to be very dissatisfied with the process of killing and discarding the corpse.
Arya continued, "They also took his new peacock feather cloak. Tomorrow, or the day after, that cloak will appear in the secondhand market."
The kind man said, "Beautiful cloaks are very popular among assassins."
"That's right." Arya grinned proudly.
She gave the cloak and Red Rogo's purse to her former employer, Brusco the fishmonger.
He was also a believer in the God of Thousand Faces. He knew what she meant without a word. She had guessed Brusco's identity herself. The kind man would not have given his apprentice to an unbeliever.
But the next moment she realized that she was smiling. She stopped smiling.
The kind man's favorite smile is not to smile, not to show any emotion.
She warned herself.
The kind man forgave the trainee's momentary triumph and did not slap her again.
When Red Rogo's cloak appeared on another person's body, anyone who knew Red Rogo would know: Red Rogo had been killed and dumped in some canal.
There were assassins in Braavos who would kill for a silver coin or a new pair of boots.
Similar things happened every night. No one cared for long.
"I wonder who they are, and who has done this?" asked the kindly man.
Arya became the Cat. Then she looked into his eyes and said, word by word, "Arya of the House of Stark."
"So it was her. I thought she'd disappeared from Braavos long ago." The kind man smiled and nodded. "Now, who are you?"
"The Nameless One," the Nameless One said.
"Wanderer," the kind man called out, and a short and pale girl walked out of the darkness silently.
"Get me two glasses of red wine … no, give me a glass of red wine. Our little friend Arya is still young. She needs a glass of hot milk," he said.
Arya was a little startled at the glass her Senior Sister handed her.
But it was only for a moment. She took the glass and gulped down all the milk.
It was bitter.
"Go to sleep, Cat," the kind man said. "Early to bed and early to rise. Remember, Bess, all mortals must serve. "
Oh, I'm not Cat anymore. From tomorrow on, I'm Bess.
Arya fell asleep with the anticipation of her new identity.
She did not dream of the wolves. She was still in Braavos.
"Meow —"
On the old clothes merchant's wharf, on the roof of Red Rogo's rented house, a black cat shook her tail and stood up, her blue eyes shining with a human light.
Like a queen patrolling her territory, she walked gracefully, leaping from roof to roof, weaving in and out of the crowd, listening to the city's secrets.
Arya was no longer a wolf. She was a cat.
The Black Cat Inspector, or perhaps the Black Cat Killer.
If she asked the Waif for a bottle of Tears of Lys and smeared it on her paws, she could kill anyone, including the Sea King!
But she couldn't do that. She risked exposure. She wasn't sure she could hide her thoughts from the kind man.
Red Rogo wasn't worth it. Only Cersei, Walder Frey, and the Dragon Queen were worth it.
No, cross out the Dragon Queen.
She was too scary. Even wolves couldn't face her. Cats couldn't even get close to her.
After a good night's sleep, Arya woke up the next day blind.
At the same time, she knew who Bess was. She was a blind beggar on the streets.
You must see with your heart and feel with your soul,
The kind man said.
.....
When Bess knocked on a blind cane and begged along the cobblestone street by the river, the kind man pulled out a stone box from a hole in the wall.
Bravosto Island, but many of the islands were also mountains.
The House of Black and White was built on a rocky hill, and there were countless tunnels dug inside.
The main hall was where the believers were received. There were many caves dug into the stone walls on both sides. There were corpses waiting to be processed or skinned.
The corpse of Jon's bastard son was put into a stone box and placed in one of the caves.
The priests and acolytes' bedrooms were on the first floor below the main hall. The servants slept on the second floor.
Erya hadn't been qualified to change faces yet. She was both a trainee and a servant, so she lived on the second floor.
The lowest floor was where the holy room was. The House of Black and White collected many faces for disguise and hung them on the walls of the rooms on the third floor.
Except for the priests, no one was allowed to enter the third floor.
At this time, the kind man brought the stone box to the third floor and put it on the stone platform. He carefully opened the lid of the coffin, revealing a cold corpse with gray skin.
There was a dagger in the corpse's chest, but there was no blood. In fact, there was light blue blood, but it had evaporated.
"So this is a deviant ghost."
The kind man looked from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet. He looked left and right, front and back.
"It seems to be no different from a human being."
The old priest was a little disappointed. He flicked the little deviant ghost with his finger. It was very elastic and bouncy.
Then, he noticed the dagger in the deviant ghost's chest. He reached out his right hand and held the hilt.
"Chi!"
The blade was pulled out. The ice blue blood on it splashed on the stone platform, and a drop fell on the face of the kind man.
"Chi! Chi! Chi!" The blood quickly eroded a light blue ice mark on the old man's face.
"Ah!" The kind man exclaimed. His face suddenly changed. In the blink of an eye, the original face appeared in his left hand.
"This is really a deviant ghost!"
Suddenly, the little deviant ghost's closed eyes opened. There was a light blue glimmer in them, and the temperature in the basement dropped rapidly.
"It's alive?"
The kind man exhaled a mouthful of fog and took two steps back in shock.
The little deviant ghost looked at him with its emotionless eyes, like a mentally disabled baby looking at a stranger.
After a while, the kind man's beating heart calmed down along with the temperature in the room.
He walked forward again and gently tapped the little deviant ghost's face. It was cold and bouncy.
The little deviant ghost did not respond.
The kind man was emboldened. He gently poked the little bird. It was cold and bouncy.
The little deviant ghost still did not respond.
This time, the kind man was emboldened. He picked up the little deviant ghost and looked left and right. He looked up and down, pinched its butt and pinched its face.
Other than its low body temperature, it was almost no different from an ordinary baby.
Two more days passed. The kind man found that the little deviant ghost did not eat, nor did it cry out in hunger. It did not seem to grow either.
Facing such a fantasy creature, he became more and more interested.
Other than eating, sleeping, and teaching Bess, the kind man spent the rest of his time studying the deviant ghost.
He also collected a lot of books related to deviant ghosts.
In those legends, a story fragment attracted him: Ghouls gnawed on the flesh of the living, deviant ghosts tracked pregnant women and swallowed their babies.
Gradually, the kind man began to have an idea: to try to raise deviant ghosts.
Of course, he was not blind. He found four faceless people, including himself, and everyone was wearing a steel sword. The Black and White House had this condition.
Then, at the end of the deepest tunnel, he built a stone room with four layers of steel fences.
The steel bars of the fence were as thick as a child's arm. There were four layers of doors, each guarded by a faceless person. The last layer had a hole dug above the door and buried a lot of kerosene and gunpowder (ps).
As for the little deviant ghost's food.
Every day, there were believers of the God of Thousand Faces who came to the Black and White House to seek relief. Dying old people, patients tortured by diseases, bankrupt businessmen, hungry beggars …
The kind man would represent the God of Thousand Faces and randomly provide them with a way to escape.
But this time, he took them to the "deviant ghost feeding room."
"All mortals have to die, and all mortals have to serve. Use your blood as a sacrifice to the holy son of the God of Thousand Faces." The kind man said.
The old priest was not lying, nor was he confused.
The God of Cold was also a God of Death. Wasn't the deviant ghost the holy son of the God of Cold?
In theory, the God of Thousand Faces represented all the Gods of Death, and the deviant ghost was the holy son of the Black and White House.
"I'm willing to serve, please help me."
A withered old man knelt under the stone platform where the deviant ghost was worshipped, kowtowing devoutly.
The faceless person standing on the side received a signal from the kind man's eyes and immediately walked forward. His sleeves hung down, and a cold light flashed. With another wave of his sleeve, the old man's head flew up, and a thin mist of blood sprayed out from his neck, landing on the deviant ghost's face, lips, and chest.
"Smack!" The deviant ghost licked the blood on its lips, and a strange blue light flashed in its eyes.
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