Chapter Ninety-One: The Squire

Chapter Ninety-One: The Squire

The Earl of Haman marched north with a thousand cavalry, and it took him three days to reach the saline lake at the source of the Iwo River. The traces of the battle have been buried by the wind and sand, but broken limbs and broken weapons can still be seen from time to time. Everyone's faces turned solemn, Haman didn't believe that the stranger could kill most of the hundred Dorne cavalry, thinking that an army was lurking in, but after seeing the broken blades and the corpses of the dead, his mind changed somewhat.

Ulric jumped off his horse, picked up a few pieces of human and horse limbs through his gloves, pointed to the neat and smooth incisions on them, and said, "Count, please look at these severed places. ”

"The enemy has a very sharp weapon!" "Maybe it's made of Valyrian steel," Harman said. ”

Before the destruction of Valyria, the dragon kings used dragon fire to melt steel, and some magic and sorcery were added, resulting in the world's hardest Valyrian steel. On the continent of Westeros, a weapon forged from Valyrian steel can be used as an heirloom for the top family.

"No, he's empty-handed! Weapons were not used at all! ”

The nobleman who had been escorted with him shouted, "It's a devil!" ”

"Poor, the baron used to be a very brave man, I don't know how many women liked him, and he was actually scared like this!"

"You don't understand, he's exaggerating the enemy's strength in order to reduce the stain on himself."

"Oh, is that so? But he's a coward! ”

"That's it! There were a hundred of them, and they were scared away by one person! ”

Sneers came from all directions, and the baron's face turned pale, and he clenched the hilt of his sword, tempting to shout that he had done his best, but the people around him would not believe it. Laugh at me, you bastards, and one day I'm going to prove that I'm not a coward!

As if they hadn't heard the whispers around them, Harman and Ulric searched the land for kilometers with their men and horses, eventually finding the bodies of about twenty of the victims. There were also more than thirty horses that had escaped. There was no other water source around, and the horses, having escaped, returned to the edge of the lake under the double blow of hunger and thirst.

As for the other missing mounts and riders, they can be considered dead.

"A hundred-man team was wiped out by one person like this."

The ravens had brought the movement around them, and there was no sign of the army or the horse bandits, so they were all killed by the stranger. Haman looked at the vast yellow sand, and his voice was low and powerful, "In all the history I know, there is only one creature that can do such a thing. ”

"Dragons." Ulric said, "Only an adult dragon has such power!" ”

Harman's voice became softer, "The House of Targaryen prospered because of the dragon, and then perished because of the dragon's disappearance. The dragon is not something we can control, but the stranger is a human, if we can get his blood........."

Ulric's eyes were full of excitement, "Then our Uller family will definitely be able to become stronger!" ”

He looked back at Nemeria, who was looking for the corpse of the deceased by the lake, and then leaned closer to his brother's side and whispered, "Nemeria had a good relationship with Chen before, so she can take people to the north to find traces of strangers!" ”

Someria's heart felt shock and fear, but more often than not, regret. She saw the corpses of the soldiers and imagined how Chen had told a joke on the sand dunes and then killed them all without mercy. What a merciless man, and what a terrible force!

And I even thought about poisoning him!

She recalled the day Chen left, the bright moon in the sky, and he spread his wings in mid-air and flew into the distance. Such a powerful force, such a terrible man, once made a promise to me that if I asked for it, he would go back and fulfill it.

It's a pity that remorse grabbed her heart, if she hadn't done such a thing as poisoning that day........

In the distance, Ulrik shouted Nymeria's name, waving his arms to let her pass. Nemelia jumped on her horse and galloped over.

"Nymeria, my daughter," said Haman Ulle, who told everyone else to retreat, "that also saw the power of the strangers, and I decided that you should take them to the north at once." ”

"To the North?"

"Yes, find him, and bring his bloodline back! Or........ Kill him! ”

It was like a lightning bolt exploding in her mind, and Somelia was shocked, realizing that the thoughts she had just vaguely had just hatched were in line with her father's intentions. But I poisoned him!

"It doesn't matter," Haman looked his daughter's body up and down, "beauty is the most powerful weapon in the world, my daughter, your appearance is not below Princess Ariane in Yang Halberd City, as long as you are willing to put your heart, no man in this world can stop your beauty." ”

Nemelia was a nobleman, not dark-skinned like the average Dorn, but a milky white color, which was simply white in the sunlight. She pondered for a moment and said, "If I really want to bring back Chen's bloodline, then I will go back to Prison Gate Fort first. ”

The scenery of the Dragonfall is still the same, no different from yesterday, no different from the past few hundred years. The owner of the fruit stall placed a few watermelons under the shed and stood there himself, silently watching the crowd coming and going. Fort Prison was on the edge of the Brimstone River, and there were many caravans coming and going, so his business was always good.

"Boss, bring me a watermelon!"

Nymeria appeared in front of the fruit stand with the guards, and the boss was amazed at her beauty, but only amazed, he turned back to the courtyard and shouted, "Mufasa, get a watermelon!" ”

The son answered in the courtyard, turned the wheel, and pulled the hanging basket up. The watermelons were picked in the morning, washed and frozen in the well. Pick it up in the afternoon when it's hot, take a bite, and the cold feeling fills your chest.

Mufasha put the watermelon on the table, and the boss came over with a watermelon knife and asked, "Do you want to take it back and eat it or just cut it here?" ”

A few guards approached a little more intentionally or unintentionally, they had checked in advance that the owner of the place had lived in the local area for many years, but he still couldn't let his guard down. The people of Dorn are skilled in martial arts and poisons, and they can't let their guard down at any time.

Namelia laughed, her smile mixed with the innocence of a girl and the charm of a woman, which made people dizzy, "Let's cut it here, if you bring it back, it won't be so cold." ”

The boss lifted the knife and cut the watermelon with three strokes and five divisions. Nemelia picked up a slice and took a bite, and it was very cold and delicious. She finished a piece herself, then asked the guards to divide the rest. After wiping her palms, she said to her boss, "I heard that the stranger fostered the horses with you?" ”

The boss was silent for a while and said, "Yes." ”

Nemeria said, "Do you know that the horse is mine?" ”

"It used to be yours." The boss emphasized.

"Chen killed several nobles and dozens of soldiers, and you dare to help him raise horses?" Namelia sneered, "Don't you know that this is treason, and the whole family will be executed?" ”

"I'm not treasonous."

"Hmph, you said no, no, no?" Nymeria gripped the hilt of her sword, and several of the armored guards slowly leaned in, their weapons drawn. The boss took a step back, still holding the watermelon knife in his right hand, and his left hand reached the handle of the scimitar. Mufasha rushed out with a scimitar and stood beside his father.

The enemy was strong, outnumbered, and led by the daughter of the local count, who, no matter how you look at it, has no hope of victory. Besides, even if you can fight your way out, what can you do? They don't have the skills of strangers, and they can't fight against a hundred.

But even then, they won't rest on their laurels.

Nemelia playfully looked at the father and son who wanted to resist stubbornly, and chuckled: "Take it easy, I didn't want to kill you, but it was a good thing." Mufasha, your name is Mufasha, right? ”

"Yes!"

Mufasa was attracted by her smile and couldn't help but look at it a few more times, but then reacted, he clenched the scimitar in his hand, straightened his chest, and said, "I am Mufasa!" ”

Seeing that the other party's ears were a little red, Namelia couldn't help but let out a silver bell-like laugh, "Mufasa, would you like to be my attendant?" If you make a contribution, you may be crowned a knight in the future! ”

It's not that Dorne doesn't have knights, but it's a little different from the rest of Westeros. To become a knight is to become the lowest nobleman, which is a major promotion in class. Namelia gave such a good condition, but Mufasha just turned his head to look at his father, looking a little overwhelmed.

The boss held the watermelon knife and was silent for a while, then asked, "What happens if we refuse?" ”

"If you refuse, you'll have to wash away the shame of the Dornites with your blood." Nemelia stood up, "I don't think you're going to be so stupid. ”

The boss glanced at his son and said, "Mufasha, do you want to be an attendant?" ”

"I ...... I do not know! ”

A look of surprise appeared on Nymeria's face, "Wouldn't it be better to be my attendant than to sell watermelons here?" I know that you fruit merchants get up every morning before dawn and go to the sand, and when they are brought to the city, you can't earn a few copper plates for a single watermelon. If no one comes to buy it, the watermelons will end up being fed to the animals. But if I had been my squire, it would have been different. You will receive a large sum of money by doing some light work every day, and I will send men outside the city to divide the fields for you as a reward for your allegiance to me. ”

The boss still responded with silence, but Mufasha blurted out: "Then do we still have to pay taxes on our land?" ”

"I am the only daughter of the Count of Ulle, and I am my squire, of course I don't need to pay taxes!"

Mufasha lowered the scimitar, "Then I'll be your squire." ”

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