The short and strong Sir Song Ge pulled out his long sword, pointed at Stryker and scolded, "Bastard, do you want to die? How dare you insult His Majesty the King!"
"His Majesty came to the door, and I was cooking. How can it be an insult to invite His Majesty into the house to drink hot soup?" Stryker complained.
"Is brown soup for people to drink?" Sir Song Ge said angrily.
"Are we all deviant ghosts?" Stryker opened his eyes wide and stretched his head forward, "Look, look at my eyes. Are they shining?"
Sir Song Ge was clumsy and had nothing to say. He just kept shouting, "Unruly, unruly, big unruly!"
"Song Ge, don't make a fool of yourself," Sir Richard glanced at Stryker coldly, "Your weapon is a sword. Why are you arguing with a commoner?"
"Sir Knight, are you hungry?" Stryker turned to him with a smile.
"You are so bold." Richard pressed his right hand on the hilt of his sword and looked at Erlu.
Erlu's face was gloomy, but he did not give him any instructions or hints.
"Hahaha, people like us who have no tomorrow and don't have to think about tomorrow have no courage. Because we were too hungry before, we threw our liver and gallbladder into the pot to cook brown soup!" Stryker laughed boldly.
He looked calm as if he was not afraid of death at all.
Erlu looked at Stryker and said lightly, "Starting from noon tomorrow, I will send someone to count the population of King's Landing and the food of each family. Those who have no food to eat can go to the Blackwater River Wharf to get relief food!"
After leaving this sentence, he gave Richard a look and walked away first.
The others did not say a word and just followed the king.
Looking at Erlu and the others who disappeared around the corner, Stryker was a little confused.
.....
The roads of the flea nest were as complicated as a maze, and the houses were built next to the narrow alleys.
People walked in the alleys, and many times they couldn't see the sky when they looked up. The balconies or bedrooms on the second floor that extended out of the foundation blocked all sight. Occasionally, a woman poured a basin of dirty living water from upstairs and splashed it on the muddy road.
It was dirty, crowded, and poor, like a moldy box of smelly caviar.
If the previous flea net was a neat and tidy spot on King's Landing, it couldn't even be tidy now.
Yesterday's fire had turned the flea's nest into a pile of psoriasis.
Anyone who had not lived in King's Landing for a long time would definitely get lost here.
Anyway, Jon started to feel dizzy fifteen minutes after he entered the flea nest.
One moment he was heading north, the next he was heading southwest, and after a while … he was having a hard time distinguishing between north and south.
At this moment, Jon could not help but feel some respect for Sir Richard. Not only did he know the way, he even found the 'tiny' Iron Throne in such a complicated city.
"Here we are!" Richard shouted excitedly, startling him out of his reverie.
Then they turned a corner, and, standing at the top of a narrow slope a little higher, looked down on a little pool close to the wall.
It could also be a ditch. The ditch was blocked, and the water inside overflowed, forming a 40-square-meter pond around it.
Due to the layers of twisted courtyard walls, it was easy for the people below to overlook the people on the slope. But looking down from the top of the slope, the view was wider.
Erlu and the rest saw the Iron Throne at a glance.
The iron throne that symbolized the highest authority of the Seven Kingdoms was stabbed straight into the pond. At least three meters of the five-meter-tall throne with stairs were still above the water.
At this moment, a group of mischievous children occupied it.
Erlu could not help but stop and stare blankly ahead.
When he stopped, the people behind him stopped as well.
"I am the king of the Andals, Loynar, and Forerunners, and the Protector of the Realm, Aegon Targaryen!" A ten-year-old boy with a dark and thin face was sitting on the throne, announcing to the children below with a serious expression.
The chair was inserted into the pond, and a twenty-centimeter-wide wooden plank was placed on the edge of the stairs closest to the water.
The child stepped on the plank and crossed the pond, came to the chair, and climbed up to sit.
"Eggface, are you trying to be a fake crown prince?" A little girl with a rotten face with frostbite pointed at the king on the throne and laughed.
"Fake crown prince, fake crown prince!" The other children all clapped and laughed.
"I am not the fake crown prince Aegon, I am the master of the Black Death God Bellerion, the Conqueror Aegon the First!" Eggface's face was red as he refuted loudly.
"Eggface, come down quickly, it's my turn." A yellow-haired boy who looked like a skinny monkey under the Iron Throne jumped up and shouted.
Eggface stood up reluctantly. * Rip — *
The sound of cloth tearing came from his butt. Turning around, he saw a piece of gray sackcloth hanging from the woven sword seat.
There was another tear in the patched cotton pants, and the old yellow and black cotton swayed in the wind.
"Ouch, my pants are torn. Mother will definitely beat me if she knows," Eggface cried.
"Hahaha, King Aegon with his buttocks exposed!" The little girl with frostbite clapped her hands and laughed again.
Eggface glared at the girl and walked down the stairs with a disheveled expression.
As he walked, he cursed, "What kind of stupid chair is this? It's not for people to sit on."
Soon, the skinny monkey child climbed up the Iron Throne after Eggface.
That comical appearance made it seem like a macaque was placed on the throne.
The skinny monkey child shouted in a high-pitched voice, "I am the king of the Andals, Loynar, and Forerunners, as well as the Protector of the Realm, Robert Byra Theon.
"Where is my hammer? Legar, eat my hammer, ahhhh ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ "
The child was too engrossed in his role. He mimicked the actors in the tavern, raising his right hand as if he was holding a sledgehammer and shaking his head as he spoke.
"Hahaha, Robert, your Jiji was eaten by a wild boar!" It was the little girl with frostbite again. She was laughing so hard that she bent over.
"Robert" pointed at the little girl below and shouted, "Hey, bitch Cersei, you dare to poison me, eat my hammer too!"
"I'm not Cersei, I don't like you, I don't want to be your wife!" The little girl shouted angrily.
"Monkey, you're still playing?" A triangular-faced boy picked up a stone and threw it at Monkey on the Iron Throne. "This is not your toy, it's my turn!"
Monkey reluctantly got down from the chair. This time, he did not cut his pants, but he looked back twice with every step. He was not careful and fell into the pool with a splash. His whole body was wet, and his clothes were covered in different colors. It was feces!
A disgusting smell filled the air.
"Hahaha, Monkey fell into the cesspool!"
"Robert ate feces in the cesspool!"
Amidst the laughter of his friends, Monkey was embarrassed and cold. After climbing out of the cesspool, he lowered his head and ran away.
"I am the king of the Andals, Loynar, and Forerunners, as well as the Protector of the Realm …" The triangular-faced boy was stuck. He frowned and thought hard.
"Who should I be?" He asked his friends.
The frostbite-faced girl rolled her eyes and suggested, "Why don't you be the Great Emperor Joffrey?"
"No! Joffrey was crazy and stupid, and he died in such a stupid way. "The triangular-faced boy shook his head.
"What about Tommen?" A child said.
"That slug, he didn't even know his wife was cheating on him. If I have to be a cuckold to be king, I'd rather not be on the Iron Throne.
Help me find someone more powerful. I remember there was a Targaryen king. In the play, he defeated the Dornishmen? He was very young and promising, "the triangular-faced boy said.
"The Mad King!"
"Not the Mad King."
"How about Stannis? He has the Mystic Dragon and just took over the King's Landing. That's impressive."
"No, that's an evil heretic! My father and brother have been secretly cursing Stannis these days. If they know I'm Stannis, they'll beat me to death, "the triangular-faced boy said fearfully.
"That's true. If people know you're Stannis, you'll be beaten as soon as you go out. Look at what he and You Lun have done to us! "Someone agreed.
"Hurry up, stop messing around. It's my turn!"
The triangular-faced boy sighed helplessly and said loudly, "I'm the king of the Andals, Loynar, and the First Folk, and the Protector of the Realm, Renly Byra Theon."
"Well, I'd rather be Renly. At least he's pretty," he explained to his companions.
"Be careful of your brother. His Red Witch wants to kill you!" The little girl shouted in fear.
"What?" The triangular-faced Renly was confused.
"Fool, don't you even know how Renly died?" The children around him said in disdain.
"Oh, you mean the King of Hearts." The triangular-faced Renly understood and laughed, "I'm not afraid. When I become king, I'll take Saint Matthew with me every day."
Then it was the little girl with the frostbitten face's turn.
The people below cheered, "Cersei, Cersei, Cersei." She pouted and thought for a while, then said, "I want to be the Dragon Queen. Can you not spread it?"
"I want to say it, I want to say it! I want to tell your mother that you blasphemed Saint Danny. See if she doesn't whip your ass. "The tanned and thin face" Aegon "from before laughed.
"Fine, I won't be the Dragon Queen. I'm the king of the Andals, Loynar, and the First Folk, and the Protector of the Realm, Barbara Can- Bell. "She raised her head and announced.
"Tsk, isn't that your name? You might as well be the whore Cersei! "Her companions said in disdain.
"What do you know? Now that I'm sitting on the Iron Throne, of course I have to say my name. This means that the Iron Throne is mine, and the Seven Kingdoms are mine.
If Stannis came now, would he be like Eggface and say 'I'm Aegon'? "
"That's … right!" The children were surprised and doubtful.
Then, the children began to say their names one by one. In a short while, the Iron Throne had more than a dozen previous owners.
However, not all of the children successfully sat on the Iron Throne.
When it was the turn of a ten-year-old girl with a flat nose, she carried her younger brother who was not even two years old and climbed onto the Iron Throne with difficulty.
Fortunately, the Iron Throne was wide enough for her to put her brother to one side. But before she could shout her slogan, her brother squatted on the Iron Throne and pooped.
"Aiyo, I haven't even gone up yet. Why is Hammer pooping on the Iron Throne?" The children below stomped their feet and wailed.
"Hammer is still young and doesn't know any better," Hammer's older sister said shyly. "Wait a moment. After Hammer poops, I'll go home and get a basin to wash the Iron Throne."
"My house is behind the wall. Hmm, this pit is even the public toilet of my hotel." She pointed at the wall with more than a dozen drains.
"No, I don't want to sit on a poop-stained chair. It's disgusting!" The child said with a look of disdain.
"What did Hammer eat? Why is it so smelly? It smells even worse than this pit of feces!" The little girl with frostbite pinched her nose and mumbled.
Hammer's older sister was even more embarrassed. "Yesterday, my father picked up a Corpse Ghost Pig. I don't know which noble family it came from. It's so fat.
Long Night Falls. Pork is expensive. I haven't eaten pork for many years, so Hammer ate a little more. "
"Sister!" After Hammer pooped, he stuck his white butt, which was covered in yellowish-brown feces, over.
"Hey, help me find a wooden stick. I want to scrape Hammer's butt," Hammer's older sister said anxiously.
"No need. The Iron Throne is big enough anyway. Use the Iron Throne! It's so cold here. I'm leaving. "The little girl with frostbite pulled her clothes together and ran off first.
The children seemed to have gotten tired of the game of fighting for the Iron Throne. They left one after another.
"Don't go. You don't want the Iron Throne anymore? You don't want to be kings anymore?" Hammer's older sister said anxiously.
"Who wants a poop-stained Iron Throne?" The children said in disgust.
In just a short while, everyone had run away.
"Wah wah wah …" Hammer rubbed his bare butt against the chair. The sharp blade cut open his soft skin and fresh blood flowed out. He was in so much pain that he started crying.
"Hammer? Is that Hammer crying? "The sound of a woman holding her feces came from the other side of the wall.
"Ah, Mom, you're in the toilet!" Hammer's older sister shivered and said, "I'm sitting on the Iron Throne. Hammer pooped on the Iron Throne and cut his butt."
"Stupid girl, the feces pit is just beside. Why didn't you pull Hammer into the feces pit? The Iron Throne is cold and piercing. What's so good about sitting on it?" Hammer's mother scolded from the toilet on the other side of the wall.
"I want to be a queen …" Hammer's older sister said softly.
"Idiot, you think you're king just because you're sitting on the Iron Throne? Even an idiot wouldn't think that. "
Erlu's face was pale. Her body was on the verge of collapsing. In the end, she spat out a mouthful of black and smelly blood and fainted.
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