"Dear Rhine, I express my love for you with roses, but the color of roses is less than one-thousandth of the passion of my heart, and once upon a time I thought that no one in the world could touch my heart until you appeared, as if an angel had come down with light in my dark life...... Dear Rhine, after meeting you, I know what love is in the world. O Rhine, I have nothing more to ask for than to accept my loving, throbbing heart, and my eyes, my hands, my ears, and everything about me, which will appear to you without reservation, as long as you open your mouth......"

……

After quickly reading the lines that appeared at the end of the note, Fu couldn't help but scan back and forth several times, and finally Charles came to a conclusion.

There's nothing to hide, it's a love letter.

It's a love letter!

"Slut!" Fingers pinched the note, resisting the urge to shred it apart, taking a deep breath, Charles gritted his teeth and tossed it back into the box.

The god mysteriously made this form of seal, he thought that there must be some secret recorded in it, or most likely it was the promotion path of the rookie necromancer, after all, the previous record was full of spell knowledge, and it was not unreasonable to come up with a promotion method in the end.

I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it.

This is a love letter!?

A little annoyed, but after a while he calmed down.

It can only be said that it is depressing to not be as expected, and nothing else is nothing.

He wasn't very worried about the promotion, since the illusion method just now was effective, then he could continue to dive into it and explore it according to the script, and he was not afraid that he would not be able to find a way at that time.

"It's just going to take a lot of materials."

Charles pondered secretly.

The entire northern realm traveled around for him to get such a material, and if he wanted to cast the Eye of Fate again and repeat the hallucination, he would estimate that he would not be able to collect it for a while.

This is mainly due to the fact that most of the materials are shipped from outside of Westeros, otherwise it wouldn't be so much of a hassle.

"Thanks to that Lannister's help, I would have been annoyed by these things."

He was secretly glad.

……

Northern White Harbor,

White Harbor, south of Winterfell, is the largest commercial gathering in the north and the main trading port.

The thriving shipping industry, as well as the fishing and silverware trades, have contributed to the fact that the stench and wealth of the land are both commendable.

At this moment, White Harbor is very lively, and it looks like it has a unique beauty.

The city's harbor next to Bite Bay is constantly filled with sailboats, large and small. The sea is very gentle near the harbour, rippling in the sun.

The sky is dotted with speckled white clouds, and flocks of seabirds surround the harbor, occasionally spotting fish abandoned by fishing boats and swooping down.

Everything looks beautiful, but if you add in the smell of the place, the so-called beauty is a little bit sour.

Walking on the bridge deck of the harbor, the smell of fishy fish lingered around the tip of his nose all the time, accompanied by the noisy shouts of countless stevedores, Raff frowned in disgust.

Despite years of living in the city, Raff still didn't get used to it.

It stinks so much that everyone who comes to White Harbor can't help but clench their noses and reject it, not to mention the beautiful scenery.

Raff had never been to King's Landing, and he had heard that it stinked, but he didn't think it would stink like White Harbor.

"Unfortunately, I will never be able to go, Stannis has blown the whole city into the sky."

Muttering something that many people believed to be, he stood on the shore with his hips crossed, looking at the gray sailboat that belonged to him, and sighed.

The voyage was not smooth, there was a storm, several people died, and many things on board needed to be repaired - these required a lot of money.

"Let's hope I don't lose money......"

As he was calculating, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly noticed that a dock worker on the ship had dropped a box of goods to the ground, and he couldn't help but be furious when he saw this, and walked up to the worker and reprimanded him.

"Look long, do you know whose thing it is, this is Sir Cranston's, and it has your good fruit to eat!"

"Nonsense, that one has never been to White Harbor, how can he have his things?" The docker retorted quietly - his group of workers were not very convinced of Raff's harsh wages.

"They're about to be Sir Cranston's, and now, it's the property of our Earl of Mandalay, what? Do you want to talk back to the Earl? ”

Hearing him say this, the docker immediately wilted.

It is good to say a few words with the captain who is also a commoner, but in front of the nobles, he would not dare to do so.

Seeing that he began to work hard, Raff snorted, and then unconsciously glanced at the ship's cargo.

All the nobles of the North were now vying for the Lord Cranston, and when they heard what he needed, they mobilized all their forces to find all sorts of things for him.

And among them, it is tantamount to the Count of Mandalay's actions that are the most attentive - this now fat man cannot even get on a horse, which was nothing in his youth, but now he is too old to do it.

He is old and fat, and he may come to him one day, so for the sake of his own life, the Earl of Mandalay should not hurry up to find a way back.

The workers didn't seem to understand it, but Raff knew the ditches very well. In fact, everything on his ship was a gift that needed to be offered. And this is not the first ship.

Lord Mandalay had already offered several boatloads of things to him.

Each time, the Earl would take these captains with him, and in the name of asking for merit for them, in fact it was only to make them deliberately show a lot of hard work, so that they could gain the favor of the one even more.

However, they rarely see the legendary figure, and instead often deal with the Lannisters' infamous little demon monkeys.

"It's really rare for an annoying Lannister to thrive in the North." Muttering, Ralph shouted at the workers again, telling them to work steadily.

Then he turned around and was looking for a place to rest. As a result, a young man with black hair and a long face suddenly came up.

"Adult, the villain needs help." As he spoke, he tucked his cuffs and handed over a few silver coins.

With a long beard and black hair and blue eyes, the young man in front of him was not tall and looked very ordinary, Raff thought back a little, and did not remember that he knew him.

"Who are you?"

"Nobody." The other party replied in a low voice: "An insignificant little person." ”

Little? I'm afraid it's some kind of guy who can't see the light. Secretly guessing, with the face of silver coins, Raff didn't ask much.

In a city like White Harbor, where there is a huge flow of people, all kinds of weirdos can be encountered from time to time, but this one in front of you is really nothing in comparison.

The strong smell of fish in the harbor and the damp smell wafting from the sea made him not want to stay here for long, and when he saw that the other party looked at him sincerely, he asked as he walked. "Then what is the matter with your Excellency the little man looking for me?"

The other party leaned in and whispered something.

Raff frowned, "What do you want this for?" ”

The other party replied with a low smile: "What can make the wizard look at it must be a good thing, the villain is very curious, but the villain is not very curious, and one box can be completely satisfied." ”

As he spoke, he revealed a golden coin in his hand.

"It's the Emissary, not the Sorcerer." Raff coughed dryly, pretending to defend someone's reputation, and after glancing at the gold coin in the other's hand, his expression hesitated slightly. "But this ......"

"The messenger's methods are indeed amazing, but he is far from White Harbor, and I don't think you need to be afraid of anything, and as you said, these are still the things of the Earl of Mandalay."

"Who said I was afraid?" Raff glared at him, thought for a moment, and said, "We'll leave tomorrow, and we'll see you in the alley behind the sturgeon street blacksmith after dusk tonight, and remember, don't say it!" ”

Although a golden dragon is not a lot of money, it is enough to make him chic in the brothel of White Harbor for a while, and the price is only a small part of the whole ship, more or less is not inconspicuous.

"Of course." Seeing that Raff agreed, the other party promised "never." ”

So the two separated.

……

Raff was very punctual, and that afternoon, he secretly carried a small box of goods from the port warehouse, and then sneakily came to the alley.

The other party had already arrived in advance at this time, and from a distance, he was standing in the depths of the alley beckoning to him, so he hurriedly walked up.

"Hurry up, I'm in a hurry." Walking into the alley, he said as he put the box on his shoulder to his feet, and then reached out for money.

"Don't worry, soon." The other replied, and happily raised his hand to place a gold coin in Raff's hand.

Raff was pleased that he was so cheerful, and then he was about to say something more when he suddenly felt a tingling in his hand.

"Bug bites?" He looked down and saw nothing but gold coins in his hand. Secretly wondered, but didn't pay much attention, after a few words of greeting, turned around and was about to leave, but suddenly there was a dizziness in front of him.

He was a little unsteady on his feet, and immediately raised his hand against the cold stone wall of the alley.

But this did not stop his brain from becoming more and more dizzy, everything in front of him became distorted and hazy, his legs went limp, and the darkness in his eyes gradually attacked.

"Not good!" He was so shocked that he raised his leg to escape, but he collapsed to the ground.

At the end of his gaze, he saw the dark-haired young man he had traded with crouching in front of him.

"You...... Who the hell are you? "Raff still doesn't know he's been stricken, that's stupid.

However, all of this was discovered a little late.

"Nobody, really." The other party replied.