What does it feel like to be an enemy of the people?

No matter where you go, whether you eat, drink, or sleep, you have to be vigilant to prevent being caught by the crowd in the next second?

You don't have to ask, it's a catastrophic and desperate feeling.

Unfortunately!

Warrent is experiencing such a day firsthand.

Although most of the time, the civilians with a stick in their hands were no threat to him, the problem was that there were simply too many pursuers.

Once he begins to fight with the first pursuers, it won't be long before thousands of people will flock to him.

You know, he's not good at combat, he's not good at mass destruction spells, and he doesn't have enough magic energy to support the uninterrupted release of spells.

On the contrary, what he excels at is avoiding danger.

If he had to be involved in a battle, Warrent would first anticipate the future to figure out the enemy's weaknesses, and then after a long period of preparation and planning, he would finally strike a fatal blow at the right time.

But the problem is that it is not just one or two people who are chasing him, but the entire population of King's Landing of hundreds of thousands, and there is absolutely no way to predict when, who, or where he will launch a surprise attack on him.

So the only thing he could do was run!

Desperately flee!

Escape King's Landing and escape Westeros as fast as you can.

As the saying goes, money can make grinding ghosts!

After spending a huge sum of 200,000 gold coins, Warrent finally bought off a merchant from a free trade city-state, and took advantage of the other party's merchant ship to quietly leave the port under the cover of night, and sailed straight for the city of Pantos.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, several sailors recognized him, and two days later launched a rebellion, killing not only his employer, but also nearly captured him.

Unfortunately, the sailors apparently did not figure out who the enemy they were facing, and in a matter of three or two strokes they were all dealt with.

Smelling the rich smell of blood coming from the cabin, Warrent sighed helplessly, and muttered to himself in a voice that only he could hear: "This is really never peaceful! Also, how can I operate an old sailing ship by myself?"

After all, he was neither a sailor nor a navigator, and he had no idea how to use the world's stars, tools, and maps to make his bearings.

In desperation, I had no choice but to hang a full sail and drift with the waves, wandering in the boundless sea.

A day passed......

A week passed......

A month passed......

As the ship's food and drink reserves began to bottom out, Warrent finally realized how dire he was at the moment.

Because these days, not to mention land, not even a passing ship can be seen.

It was very obvious that the ships deviated from the relatively prosperous trade lanes.

The most terrifying thing is that if he can't find land before he runs out of supplies, he will starve to death and die of thirst.

There is no more tragic way to die than starvation and thirst.

In addition, the loneliness and loneliness of not being able to see the living for a whole month was also constantly tormenting his spirit.

"I see! This is your revenge! You want me to die slowly in pain and despair!Hahahahaha! You are indeed a monster that devours everything!A real madman with a dark heart!" Warrent suddenly figured something out, and couldn't help but laugh out loud, laughing and crying.

He never dreamed that his little caution would eventually turn into a deadly noose.

Such a strong sense of revenge!

Unbelievably dark character!

If he could make a new choice, he swore that he would never provoke the other party, obediently tell everything he knew, and then make a small request when the other party was in a good mood.

However, as we all know, there is no regret medicine in the world, and there is no so-called going back to the past, or shuttling to the future.

Time is not continuous, it has a minimum unit, each of which exists independently of each other, and develops parallel universes and spaces as complex as a three-dimensional network.

The moment a decision is made, it is equivalent to choosing the next unit of time from countless forks in the road.

Just as Warrent lay on the deck in despair, waiting for death to come, several ships flying the Quells flag suddenly appeared on the surface.

Quells is known to be an extremely large and wealthy city located in the southeast of the continent of Essos.

The most famous is that Daenerys Targaryen once burned down the Immortal Temple of the Wizards with dragon fire here.

Among them, the Spice Ancient Guild, which has great influence, even publicly announced that it would put her to death for a while.

"Hey, here! help me!"

Noticing the presence of a ship on the sea, Warrent instantly rekindled his hope for life, shouting hoarsely and frantically waving the white shirt on his hand.

He looked in terrible condition now, due to the long-term lack of fresh vegetables and fruits, his gums began to show the first symptoms of scurvy such as swelling, bleeding, and weakness of his limbs, and at the same time, his face was extremely thin, his eyes were sunken, and his lips were even more chapped and horrific cuts.

The ship flying the Quells flag undoubtedly spotted the merchant ship floating on the sea and quickly approached.

After a few moments, a chubby merchant stepped onto the deck, protected by a dozen heavily armed sailors.

He looked around for a moment, and then narrowed his eyes and asked, "Who are you? What happened to this ship? What about the rest of the crew besides you?"

"I ...... We were horribly shipwrecked, and everyone but me died. If you don't mind, can you take it back to land? In return, all the cargo and gold on this ship will be yours. Warrent deliberately pretended to be heartbroken.

"Of course, Roy, take Mr. Wei to our ship, and by the way, inform the kitchen and get him something to eat. The fat merchant gave the order quickly.

In the blink of an eye, Warrent, led by a sailor, boarded another ship.

After he walked away, an old man with gray hair and beard following the fat man suddenly grinned and complimented with a smile: "Master, congratulations on making a windfall unintentionally. If I'm not mistaken, that guy should have been wanted by His Majesty Daenerys Targaryen. ”

"Hehe, people's luck really can't be stopped. Tell his subordinates to keep an eye on it, and don't let this fat sheep with a lot of money run away. If we can bring him back to King's Landing and hand him over to the Dragon Queen, we will not only receive a huge bounty, but we may also be able to obtain a title of nobility and a fief. "The businessman's eyes sparkled with a glint called ambition and desire.

Warrent, who was in a state of hunger and fatigue, did not realize that he had just escaped the tiger's mouth and entered the wolf's den again......