In the Westeros, the Three-Eyed Crow was like an omnipotent God, and he could even decide a kingdom's fate. But, as long as he didn't transcend this world, he was still in a vast river of fate.
The Three-Eyed Crow didn't jump out of the world, but he was also in fate.
The Light King Lahlo was also in the same situation.
On this day, the Laurel Wind, which had drifted on the sea for several months, finally docked at the old town's pier.
The Night Watcher Sam held the Savage Gilly's hand and stepped into a dazzling and flourishing world.
There were rows upon rows of ships at the pier, and the streets were filled with people. Tourists walked shoulder to shoulder, and the shops on the streets were all open. There were many strange goods from all over the world.
The female savage couldn't see anything.
"Wow! What a tall castle!"
She covered her forehead with her hand and looked at the towering tower under the sun. She couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.
"I didn't expect that the Southerners' king lived in such a tall stone house. It's even taller than the Dragon Queen's castle."
A gray-robed scholar walked down from the carriage and passed through the crowd of dock workers. He arrived in front of Sam and sized up Sam with a pair of mean, small triangular eyes. He then turned his head and stared at the female savage. His gaze turned critical and disdainful.
"You went to Dragonstone Island and met Danny Rize?" he asked coldly.
"Who are you?" the female savage asked warily.
With just one sentence and one look, she could feel a thick and barely concealed malice from the other party.
The scholar didn't reply, and he turned to the fat man. He twitched the corners of his mouth and said, "Sam Will?"
"I'm Sam Will Tarly. Are you the scholar who came to pick me up?"
After confirming his identity, Triangular Eyes asked, "Where's your thing?"
"What thing?" Sam was confused.
"I brought it from Dragonstone Island. It's the oak box that contained the Ice Clan's barbarians."
"Ice Clan?" Sam was taken aback. "Are you talking about the Deviant Ghosts?"
"There aren't any Deviant Ghosts!" Triangular Eyes roared and looked around. He noticed that many laborers and sailors were looking in their direction, and he pulled Sam into a carriage that was parked at the side.
"Didn't you read 'The Truth of History' and 'The Ancient's Lies'? Deviant Ghosts were a lie made up by the northerners to exaggerate the achievements of their ancestors. They were actually the Ice Tribe, an ancient tribe from beyond the Great Wall. They had the talent to use Ice Magic.
Just like the fire magic talent in Valleglia's bloodline, and the water magic talent in Guloy's people. "
Sam's oily fat face twitched a few times as he mumbled, "Deviant ghosts are indeed transformed from human babies, but they are not human at all. You will understand when you see it later."
The triangular-eyed man pulled up the red copper chain around his neck (representing history) and sneered, "Look, a mere apprentice dares to be impudent in front of me, a history major?"
"Master Perestan even has a doctorate in history. He also said that Professor Fomas, who wrote 'Lies of the Ancients', tricked everyone," Fatty said indignantly.
The triangular-eyed skinny man's facial muscles twitched a few times as he said angrily, "Where did this Professor Perestan come from? He was killed by Danny Alice a long time ago. The one at the Great Wall is fake! "
"Slap!" Fatty couldn't help but slap Triangle Eyes.
"Wake up, don't deceive yourself. I didn't bring deviant ghosts from thousands of miles away to the City of Knowledge to argue with you.
The Eternal Night concerns the safety of millions of people in the Seven Kingdoms. If the City of Knowledge can't fulfill its duty to warn the people, then there is no need for it to exist, "he roared angrily.
"You hit me, and you still dare to say such things …" The scholar was furious, and his triangular-eyed eyes almost turned into circles.
Fatty Sam shrunk his neck, but he immediately remembered Professor Perestan's teachings: Scholars are sinister. You must remind them at all times of who your father is to prevent them from harming your life.
"My father is Randall Tully. What do you want?"
"I …" The triangular-eyed man was helpless and sullen.
Suddenly, he saw Jilly who was looking out of the carriage window. He sneered and pointed at the female barbarian, "You have a lover, but you will never get the scholar's necklace!"
Fatty Sam's small eyes were filled with surprise as he asked, "Are there still people coming to the City of Knowledge to be scholars?"
He then shook his head and muttered to himself, "Anyway, my father said that if I dare to insult the family, he will kill me."
"Insult the family?" The triangular-eyed man was confused.
"Yes, becoming a scholar now is an insult to the family. It's worse than having an illegitimate child with Jilly," Sam said honestly.
"Bastard!" The triangular-eyed man was furious. "Then when you wrote the letter saying that you want to become a scholar, were you fooling us?"
"Times have changed. Didn't you notice? The people at the docks look at you … no respect, only disdain and disgust. "Sam sighed.
"You are wrong. They are looking down on you. You are wearing the clothes of the Night Watchers, but you are holding a woman's arm. Who doesn't know that you have broken your oath? Also, Queen Cersei has already declared us innocent. "
Sam thought for a moment and felt that he, a night watchman who had broken his oath, was not as noble as a scholar who had broken his oath. He stopped arguing and got off the carriage, found Captain Kuhulu and took out the sealed treasure chest from the safe at the bottom of the cabin.
Sam, Gilly, and the Deviant Ghost followed Triangular-Eyed into the heavily guarded City of Knowledge. Before they reached the General Manager's Pavilion, a group of strange warriors wearing leather armor, longswords, and scholar necklaces came over. Ignoring Sam's attempts to stop them, they forcefully took away the Demon Sealing Treasure Chest.
For the next two days, Sam was thrown aside, and no one cared about him.
He went to the Steward's Tower to ask a few times, but he did not get any reply.
On the fourth day, he roared in the Steward's Tower, "If Steward Theobald does not appear or does not let me see the Other Ghosts, I will immediately go to the Towering Tower and ask for an audience with Count Haithar."
Then, Sam got his wish and was summoned by the Steward of the Academicians.
"Seven Gods above, why is there such a deep and complicated tunnel under the Crow's Nest Tower?"
After walking for almost half an hour in the two-meter-high tunnel, which was crowded even if two people walked side by side, Fat Sam was exhausted and had difficulty breathing. His brain was lacking oxygen, and he was a little dazed. He leaned against the wall of dry mud and gasped for air.
A short, weasel-like young man was leading the way with a kerosene lamp in his hand. Seeing that Sam was having a hard time, he did not urge him. He stopped and waited.
"This is a newly built shelter. Do you know the list of Great Guardians? For the gold royals, the mercenaries have gone crazy and sneaked into the City of Knowledge to arrest the scholars and Academicians.
The consequences of the Academicians being arrested were even more terrifying. They would be paraded through the streets!
How could the Academicians tolerate this?
So they hired a group of townspeople and dug a fortress under the City of Knowledge. The Academicians and Academicians on the list work in the City of Knowledge during the day and sleep in the bunker at night.
They can sleep soundly. They don't have to wait for dawn or wear armor to sleep. "
Sam thought of the twists and turns he had taken and suddenly said, "So, there is more than one passage in the bunker?"
The weasel-like young man nodded and said, "The Crow's Nest where many Academicians live is connected to the bunker."
"Do we have to hide like a mouse for the rest of our lives?" Sam found it hard to accept.
"It's fine if you get used to it. It's warm in the winter and cool in the summer. It's quite comfortable."
"You also live in the bunker?" Sam asked.
"Recently, we have offended Braavos and the Faceless. It's safer to live underground."
"The Faceless can change their faces and become you and me. What's the use of the bunker?" Sam disagreed.
"You will understand in a while." The young apprentice smiled mysteriously and said proudly, "According to Professor Wargrave's method, no Faceless can sneak into the bunker."
"The great writer Wargrave?" Sam was surprised.
He had been drifting on the sea and did not know this newly risen great writer.
However, there were too many classics of the great writer and they were too popular. He only stayed in the City of Knowledge for three to five days. Even Savage Jilly had seen the plays of the great writer.
She also pulled him and ran to the Feather Wine Bottle with many foreign merchants to pay homage to the former residence of the "Maiden of Dreams" Rosie.
Fatty had to admit that after seeing Rosie from afar under the peach blossom tree, he also had some shameful thoughts when he lay on Jilly's body at night.
Rosie was obviously not cuter than Jilly, but after seeing the famous works of the great writer, he felt that Rosie was shrouded in a layer of halo, with a dreamlike and intoxicating temperament.
"The bunker was built by him and he personally designed it. He said that he would fight Braavos to the end, even if it was a tunnel war!"
The apprentice's face showed a look of reverence, waking Fatty from his reverie.
"But he died. He died in the hands of the Faceless."
At this point, Sam could not help but sigh. He secretly cursed the death of the Faceless for causing the literary world to enter a long night before the real world.
"Sigh, the bunker apartment prepared by the City of Knowledge for the doctor was just renovated. I was about to move in, but …" The weasel sighed regretfully.
Sam had rested while talking and continued to follow the apprentice. Now, they came to another corner.
There was a small stone room at the corner, and there was an old apprentice inside and outside the room.
"It's Robert!" The old apprentice outside the room recognized the weasel and looked at Fatty warily. He pointed to the copper basin on the wooden shelf in the corner and said, "Come and wash your faces."
Sam didn't know what was going on. He saw the weasel put down the oil lamp, walk to the basin, and wet his face. He picked up a piece of soap from the side and rubbed his face carelessly, especially at the juncture of his face and neck. He rubbed so hard that his skin turned red.
Sam suddenly understood. No matter how powerful the Faceless was, as long as they wore a fake face, they could not withstand such torture.
Fatty also went to wash his face, and he actually felt much more refreshed and relaxed.
"Doctor Wargrave said that washing your hands and face often can reduce the incidence of diseases. It's both safe and hygienic. "After leaving the checkpoint, the weasel said.
Sam nodded and asked curiously, "You're Robert?"
"Yes, I'm Rega's son, Robert Frey."
He also had a grandfather called Eris.
Lord Eel's "Frey Faction" used his father Rega to make meat stuffing and gave it to his grandfather Eris.
"Oh, so it's River Delta City …" Sam understood.
In a basement of more than 50 square meters, Fatty met the representatives of the City of Knowledge and the Other Ghosts locked in the stone room next door.
The basement was only four to five meters deep. After all, they only hid from assassins and thugs, not nuclear bombs.
Ten copper pipes as thick as a bowl went through the mud, bringing fresh air and soft light to the basement.
Sam found that it was neither stuffy nor dark. The temperature was neither high nor low. It was really comfortable.
"Sam Will?" An old scholar with a square face stood up from behind the oval conference table. "I'm the head of the doctors, Seibold."
Without waiting for Sam to salute, he pointed to the stone room next door and said, "You want to see Sir Ace. He's there."
"Sir Ace?" Sam was baffled. He turned around and saw a masked gentleman in a brocade robe sitting on a rattan chair in a small stone room separated from the conference room by an iron fence.
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