"You look very scary now. You're like a piece of emotionless ice," Sansa said worriedly.
"I'm a faceless one." Erya raised her eyebrows and said calmly.
"Do you practice any meditation techniques?" Sansa asked.
"That's my secret." Erya avoided the question.
Sansa said with a serious expression, "The day before Aegon was killed, the five of us combined our souls. At that time, a cold and terrifying consciousness followed your mental power … and made Bran suffer a great loss. "
"Right, did Bran contact you? He became the Three-Eyed Crow. "
Erya hesitated for a moment and nodded. "That day, when my soul returned to my body, he came to find me."
"He really came to find you …" Sansa's expression was gloomy. She was very upset.
Aegon was captured and burned to death. These were the knots in her heart that she could not solve. The Three-Eyed Crow knew everything, and Jon was crying for help under the Heart Tree in Winterfell. Why did Bran just stand by and watch the tragedy happen to her?
Bran helped Jon and Arya. Why didn't he help her?
Erya noticed the change in her sister's emotions, but she thought that she was worried about her. She explained, "My meditation technique comes from the Black and White School. It's very powerful, but it has a weakness. I'm half a Deviant Ghost."
"Deviant Ghost?" Sansa was shocked.
Erya turned around and looked at Britney and the Hound who were looking over. She whispered, "Keep your voice down. Don't let others know."
Sansa walked to her sister's side with a grim expression. She touched her sister's face and ignored her struggles. She put her hand under her collar and touched her left breast.
"Your body temperature is abnormal. It's much lower than a normal person's." Sansa's face was pale, and her voice was trembling.
"I think it's fine now." Erya did not care.
"But you're about to become a Deviant Ghost," Sansa said anxiously.
"I know. I won't let myself become a Deviant Ghost."
"You can really turn into a deviant?" Sansa asked in a trembling voice.
"Bran has deduced my meditation technique before. It's very powerful and even involves the Song of the Dead, but its foundation is very evil.
Only those with strong willpower would be able to avoid going astray after cultivating. Don't worry, my will is as firm as a rock. Erya said confidently.
"Song of the Dead?" Sansa was a little confused.
"The Law of Death can turn mortals into death gods." Erya's eyes lit up.
"What if you fail?" Sansa said worriedly.
"If you fail … you might become a monster," Arya said seriously.
"Ah, you'd better stop cultivating," Sansa exclaimed.
"Ordinary Faceless People can't even pass the test of a dog. How can they not practice the Death Sutra?
Furthermore, even if he became a Deviant Ghost, he would be a Deviant Ghost with an independent will. When that time comes, I'll definitely help you kill Strange Ghost King before killing myself. "
"The Deviant Ghost King will definitely not guard against a Deviant Ghost." Arya's eyes were cold and resolute.
.....
While Sansa was flying to Winterfell with Erya and the Hounds, Barristan, representing the Dragon Queen, appeared at King's Landing.
The King's Hand, Randall Tarly, crossed the Blackwater River and met with Old Barton near the imperial forest on the south shore.
Looking at the surging waters of the East Inflow Sea, Barristan sighed. "Meeting you here in this way is really hard for me. Do you understand what I mean?"
Randall Tarly's face, which was as hard as Huang Gangyan's, showed a hint of empathy and awkwardness.
"The Westeros' current moral decline and immorality all started with the Mad King. Ever since he killed Rickard Stark and his son, visiting another lord's house, negotiating, and getting married have all become more dangerous than going to war."
"His Majesty Eris' way of killing Duke Rickard was wrong, but he might have had his reasons." Old Barton frowned and defended his old lord.
"If being tortured by the Mad King's genes is considered a reason, then it is." Randall Tarly said with an indifferent expression.
"Forget it, let's not talk about this today. The matter between His Majesty Eris and Duke Rickard will be resolved in the Queen's Council."
Barristan shook his head and talked about the purpose of this trip. "Stannis refuses to stop the war, but Her Majesty wants you to hand over a hundred tons of Wildfire."
Randall Tarly's eyelids twitched a few times as he said coldly, "You think I'll give in?"
"The Queen said that if you don't agree, she won't mind changing the Iron Throne to a more considerate ruler within a day." Barristan said softly.
Randall Tarly could no longer maintain his cold expression as he roared angrily, "She's too arrogant. King's Landing has forty thousand soldiers and hundreds of Dragon-Slaying Crossbows."
"My lord, please calm down and think about it. Who does the Queen want Wildfire for? To conquer the world for herself?
No, she wants Wildfire only to deal with the Deviants and to save the Westeros.
The full title of the King of the Seven Kingdoms is' King of the Andals, Loynars, and the Forerunners, and Protector of the Realm. 'Who do you think is the Protector of the Realm, Cersei or You Lun? "Old Barton asked sincerely.
The anger on Randall's face froze.
He fell silent.
After a while, he said in a low voice, "Why did she force the Iron Throne, but not Stannis to stop the air raids on King's Landing?"
"Because Stannis is in Winterfell, and the Iron Throne did not respond to the Deviants heading south."
"It will be hard for me to explain to the council minister if I give away a hundred tons of Wildfire for nothing. Wildfire will not only burn the Valley Army surrounding the city, it will also stop the Deviants that might come to King's Landing. "Randall Tarly said in a low voice.
"You want gold and food?" Old Barton frowned.
"I want Dragoncrystals. I need a Dragoncrystal weapon for every soldier in King's Landing."
Old Barton's expression was strange as he slowly shook his head.
Randall Tarly's brows furrowed. "Forty thousand weapons is indeed a bit much. Then let's make it half, and use them in rotation."
"No, you misunderstand me. Dragonstone Island is willing to provide five hundred thousand Dragoncrystal spearheads to King's Landing, completely free of charge." Old Barton said softly.
"Five hundred thousand is not a small number. Can you make the decision for Danny Rize?" Randall Tarly was shocked.
"Her Majesty is willing to give Dragoncrystal weapons to all humans who resist the Deviants for free. She doesn't care about money, nor does she care if you are loyal to her. Her only goal is to save the world."
Randall Tarly was stunned for a long time. "I can transport a hundred tons of Wildfire, but you have to promise me one thing. Take my son, Dickon, to Winterfell."
"Are you sure?"
"I want to go personally and lead King's Landing … No, at least lead the Jialing boys to stop the Deviants from heading south. The Hand of the King's duty is to protect the Westeros, isn't it? " Randall Tarly's eyes dimmed. "Unfortunately, I can't do it. Protecting the capital and the king is also the responsibility of the Hand of the King."
"Perhaps, You Lun and Stannis can make peace. Hand over King's Landing to Davos, and You Lun and Cersei retreat to Highcourt. Riverbend also needs to be defended. "Old Barton suggested.
"Your idea is good, but unfortunately …" Randall Tarly shook his head and said bitterly, "Last time when the vassals rebelled, Davos led the Winged Dragon Legion to burn You Lun's camp outside Twilight Valley. He didn't die in the explosion, but he … I heard that his thing was burned out. How can such a huge grudge be reconciled? "
.....
Although the temperature had dropped below zero and the sun had gone out, for safety reasons, Dragon Queen's Winged Dragon Knights still transported a batch of "Tyrion oil" from Dragonstone Island to increase the stability of Wildfire.
Just outside Riverface Gate, a large group of alchemists were busy refilling the glass jars with Wildfire.
Every time a batch was loaded, a Winged Dragon would fly from the south bank to the north bank's pier, carry the Wildfire Bombs, and immediately fly to Winterfell.
There was no delay.
Not only the Winged Dragons, but Danny's three Megalosaurus also came.
Two Megalosaurus stood guard in mid-air, while the other landed to carry a ton of Wildfire.
"Hey, Ser, is someone looking for you?" Just as Big Black landed, causing a commotion among the residents and sailors at the riverside wharf, a sloppy little beggar with frostbite on his face approached Barristan and threw a ball of paper before turning around and quickly diving into the crowd.
Old Barton lowered his head to pick up the ball of paper, opened it, and was stunned.
— Your old brother wants to go to Winterfell, and hopes that you can give him a ride.
"Old brother, who is it? Why do you say that so ambiguously? "
The old knight was puzzled, and unconsciously took a few steps forward, trying to find the little beggar in the crowd.
When the common people saw the White Knight with white enamel inlaid on his chest and a white cloak behind him, they all gave way with awe and admiration.
Even if some people pointed at him, they didn't block his way.
Suddenly, a bearded cripple with a tattered sheepskin coat and a dirty face seemed to be drunk. He lowered his head, swayed, and didn't dodge. He just happened to lean towards the left side of Barristan's waist where the sword was hanging.
"Be careful, Ser Sammy!"
Although the bearded man looked like a beggar, he also had a sword on his left waist. The two guards beside Old Barton immediately took a step forward and held the bearded man with vigilance.
The cripple didn't dodge, and let them hold him. He only raised his head abruptly and met Barristan's eyes.
"Ah, you —" Old Barton's expression changed dramatically. He pulled the two guards away, took the cripple's right arm, and walked back.
"Why are you here?" Old Barton whispered.
"Haha, I didn't expect you to recognize me at a glance even though I've become like this. I was just about to tell you my name." The bearded man limped, and struggled to keep up with the White Knight's pace.
"I'd recognize you even if you turned into ashes," Old Barton snorted, and unconsciously slowed down his pace. He asked doubtfully, "I heard that your right hand is broken, why is your left foot lame?"
"My right hand is broken, and my left foot is also lame," the bearded man said bitterly.
Barristan took the bearded man to the large ship carrying the Wildfire Cans on the Blackwater River. When they entered the captain's cabin on the second floor, he was relieved and let go of the bearded man's right arm.
40 pterosaurs couldn't take away all the Wildfire Cans at once. The rest would be sent to Dragonstone Island by ship, and slowly transferred to Winterfell.
After the two of them sat down, Old Barton threw the letter at the bearded man with a cold face, and said lightly, "You're not my brother."
The bearded man was puzzled at first, but when he picked up the note and read it, he understood the other party's meaning.
He threw the note on the ground and said with a smile, "This was written by Varys. I know myself well. The current me is not worthy of Her Majesty the Queen's Kingsguard Captain and Hand of the King."
"Jaime, don't be glib. Why are you dressed like this? Why are you looking for me? "Old Barton said coldly.
The crippled man with a sloppy face opposite him was the once elegant and powerful Kingsguard Captain, Jaime Lannister.
"Although Varys stuck my coarse beard face to your cold butt, he didn't lie. I need your help."
"What are you going to Winterfell for?" Old Barton frowned.
The smile on Jaime's face disappeared. Misery and helplessness were like maggots on the toilet wall, dragging obvious traces on his cheeks and slowly climbing up his eyebrows. "Now, if I don't go to Winterfell, what else can I do?
I don't know what to do, but I'm very sure that I don't want to do anything wrong again.
At least this time, I can be completely sure that fighting the Deviants and protecting the Westeros is absolutely not wrong. “
Looking at the obvious wrinkles on his face, Old Barton guessed that his little brother must have had a hard time these two years. He couldn't help but wonder, "Cersei is in the Red Keep, and the Lion Army is at King's Landing. Why are you dressed like this? You seem to be hiding from someone. "
Jaime's blue eyes flashed with a bone-deep hatred. He gritted his teeth and said, "You Lun!"
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