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Naked feet, scratched leather vests, coarse linen trousers, short hair messy like chicken nests, dirty hands like little beggars, and dirty faces, only those eyes were bright and flexible.

In front of her was a black cat with an arched back, which was chased for half a city by the 'little beggar' with two outstretched hands, and was finally blocked in this small alley.

It was a dead end, with no exits, and three sides were covered with smooth stone walls, which were very high.

There was already timidity in the black cat's dripping eyes.

The most common place in King's Landing is the cats, and the concentration of cats is the Red Keep, the center of power in the Seven Kingdoms.

Where kings and prime ministers, courtiers and nobles lived, leftovers were a delicacy for the wild cats. No one has counted how many wild cats and pet cats raised by the ladies and ladies in the Red Fort can only be described as countless.

Now, the cats have a natural predator, a little beggar who has chased half the city to catch the black cat - Arya Stark.

Stop like water!

Arya took a breath and stretched out her hands, blocking the path to the left and right of the black cat, which, as a rule of thumb, would pass between her legs and run away again.

But Elijah knew she was ready to let the cat fall into the trap.

Hiss!

The black cat grinned and threatened Arya, its hunched back gathering strength, bursting out as fast as lightning.

Agile as the wind!

Arya is admonishing herself!

Steady as a mountain!

Be sure to hold your breath!

Shout!

The cat moved, first to the left, and then to the right, but it was all a false move, and the black cat suddenly exerted force, like a black shadow, and shot at Arya like an arrow between her legs.

Arya's legs swayed from side to side, the black cat did not retreat, and the sharp claws fiercely grabbed Arya's calves, and suddenly her scalp tightened, and Arya's right hand grabbed her scalp and lifted it up.

The black cat struggled desperately, it had been free for too long, and it was as if it was going to be killed immediately, with a terrible roar and claws waving and scratching.

Arya suddenly leaned over and kissed the black cat between its eyes, quickly backing away before the black cat's two claws scratched her face, leaving the black cat's claws scratching into the air.

"You black boy, I was punished by Cyrio for 3 days, hehe, you can't run away now!"

Arya now has to catch a cat every day and give it to Celio Friel, a task she must complete before she can attend class.

One cat per day, and it must be a cat of different shapes and colors.

Anyway, the most important thing in the Red Fort is all kinds of cats.

Syrio Friel is Arya's dance teacher, who hails from across the Narrow Sea and claims to have been the chief swordsman of Braavos Sea King for nine years.

Arya's dancing in class every day is to practice swords.

Because swordsmanship is like a beautiful art in Silio's eyes, like music and dance, Arya learning a sword is not called learning a sword, but dancing.

If you want to dance with Silio, you have to catch a cat and give it to Celio.

Arya happily took a few steps as she grabbed the black cat, and then she had to stop.

Inside the alley, there were at least three people standing.

All three looked at her with bad intentions, and it was clear that none of them had any intention of giving way.

Arya couldn't tell if the three men were the squires of a certain family or something else.

None of the three had family crests on them.

They also did not carry weapons.

The one at the front resembles a dwarf, but is slightly taller than the dwarf, with a hideous clumsy mask on his face, showing only two eyes and a mouth, and a very relaxed whistle in his mouth, looking at Arya with playful eyes.

About a few meters behind him, there was a tall, stout woman, looking at her with soft eyes, without any malice.

At the back was a little girl, she leaned against the wall, Arya's eyes against the wall could see her very well, this girl was not much taller than Arya, she was also thin, and her eyes revealed a very strong intent to attack from time to time.

Three people, spaced out in the alley, blocked Arya's path.

The three of them had no sign in common, but Arya could tell that the three were in a group.

"Little sister, you caught my cat, you have to accompany our money. The masked boy at the front said with a grin.

"Fuck off, this is the wildcat of the Red Fort, it doesn't belong to anyone. Arya snapped.

"If you don't compensate, you have to go with us. The Mask Boy walked over to Arya and stretched out his hands.

The tall, muscular woman in the middle began to move, coming to surround her, while the lean girl leaning against the wall at the back remained motionless, except that her eyes suddenly became very fierce, as if Arya had some deep hatred for her.

"My father is the Prime Minister, if you don't want to be beheaded, get out of here!" Arya snapped.

Moving like a rabbit, fierce as a tiger, fast as the wind.

Arya silently recited the mantra taught her by her dance teacher, and suddenly with a wave of her hand, the black cat she was holding and pressing on her chest and was clawing the leather coat flew out and pounced on the masked boy.

The black cat hissed, its fangs exposed, its paws stretched forward, and pounced on the Mask Boy.

The Mask Boy was taken aback, and hurriedly dodged, instinctively blocking his face with both hands. The black cat swerved to the ground and ran away from him. At the same time, another shadow also passed by, and it was Arya.

A pair of large hands fished over to Arya. - The stout woman rushed up and struck.

Arya leaned to one side, quickly lowering her body, as agile as a kitten, she drilled between the legs of the tall and stout woman, and when the tall and stout woman turned around, Arya was already ten meters away from her, and she faced the girl leaning against the wall.

Arya is as fast as the wind!

The girl watched Arya run over, still leaning against the wall, but Arya's heart jumped, the other party did not have a sword, but she could make Arya feel the sharpness and chill of the sword.

This feeling comes from the eyes of a girl.

"Get out of the way!" Arya shouted, "I'm Aryaa Stark, do you want to die?"

The corners of the girl's mouth turned up, and she was indifferent to the Stark family's name.

"Don't look at the other person's movements, look at her eyes, and her eyes will tell you what he's thinking, and you'll know what his next move is. Of course, don't look with your eyes, but with your heart!" Celio's voice rang in his ears.

However, there was no movement in this girl's eyes, only a frightening coldness, or murderous aura that would be more appropriate.

The girl wanted to kill her.

This made Arya's heart beat wildly.

The girl suddenly moved, and instead of centering to block Arya's way, she suddenly borrowed the force of the wall and kicked Arya's lower abdomen.

Arya flashed to the right, almost hitting the wall before she dodged the quick kick.

It was also because of this kick that she noticed that the other party's boots were military boots.

She was so nervous just now that she was just paying attention to the girl's eyes, which suddenly became so terrifying that they caught all of Arya's attention.

The girl is a warrior.

Call!

The girl slid in pursuit, slamming her right fist into Arya's face.

Arya bowed her head and rushed forward: Flashing like a shadow!

The opponent's fist swept overhead with a strong wind, bringing the sound of the wind.