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The old shackles were opened by the key in his mouth, and the tight restraints on his wrists disappeared, revealing the bloodshot skin inside.

Waving his hand to shake off his shackles, Charles stood up and sighed softly.

The surrounding dark and damp environment was still the same, but Charles's mentality had changed dramatically by this time. When the pressure disappears, it seems that the mice in the corner are so cute.

"It seems that I will have to rely less on others in the future, it looks quite stable, but it is actually not reliable at all."

"What the hell is that twisted gap?"

Muttering to himself, he couldn't help but look at the ground in front of him.

The place where the bandage man "disappeared" was very close to him, and in fact, the key to unlocking the shackles he had just relied on was from the cloak.

At this time, in addition to some trivial objects, there were also filthy rags.

Or rather, bandages.

[Salvatore's Shroud, which can prevent the dissipation of spirits, wrap it in it to materialize the spirits]

[It is full of ominous, its previous owner has just suffered misfortune]

Seems like a good thing?

Charles tucked the thing into his trouser pocket and looked at the other items left by the bandage man.

A book with no name, a deep purple crystal, a red string, and a silver key.

[There are certain legends and stories about necromancers, and it seems worthless]

[Amethyst containing unknown energy, it is ancient, it may be a scattered part of an item]

[The resentful red rope, the function is unknown]

[The key to open a certain gate, it may contain special magical powers, it is made entirely of Mithril]

……

These things seemed to be full of secrets, but they didn't help him in his situation at the moment

After picking up the items one by one, Charles got up and glanced around.

There was nothing to notice about this place, he had already looked at it during his "tie-up", and in fact, the situation here was clear at a glance.

So he left the place very happily.

Opening the prison door, you can see a long corridor that stretches into darkness on either side, the ceiling overhead is gray and black, and the corridor is lined with dirty and simple cells.

The incessant barking of dogs in the ears came from a cell not far away.

"Why are you holding a dog if you're fine?"

Secretly confused, Charles didn't pay much attention to it, but began to find Connie's existence.

The bandage man said that this place was separated from the Poison Dragon Sea by an entire kingdom, and although his words may not be credible, they still have some reference value.

So no matter where it is, it's always a strange place.

"It's a pity that the bandage man failed to take away without any memory, otherwise he wouldn't have been so blind......"

"Why is this happening? Because it was not me who took it, but the ghost of the dead? ”

"Same as last time? Will it also emerge through dreams? ”

Secretly thinking, Charles kept scanning his surroundings.

Either way, here and now, let's find Connie first. It's half of my own.

In fact, it was very simple, in the fifth room on the left hand of his cell, he discovered Connie's existence.

Unlike the Charles, he was unrestrained, but unconscious, and now lying in the haystack in his cell, his eyes closed.

Charles glanced around, and was about to go in and wake her up, but he hesitated as soon as he opened the door.

Glancing down at his stat bar, he hesitated for the broken state marked on the back of the ghost mask.

Although it feels unlikely, what if Connie wakes up and finds that something is wrong with him?

Charles had no idea what the church was doing, so he couldn't guarantee that it wouldn't happen.

So he turned back to the cell where he had just been.

He decides to enter the world of fire and ice first, repair the mask, and then wake Connie up.

Anyway, it's just a "moment" thing, and he has nothing to worry about.

Moreover, there are still many problems in the world of ice and fire that need to be studied thoroughly, and it seems that they are more urgent than here.

"It's just annoying to be in a hurry."

With that in mind, he summoned the shuttle door and slipped inside.

——

A Song of Ice and Fire, King's Landing.

The sea of green fire, full of silence and brilliance in the fury, burned for a whole day and night.

King's Landing's Fishermen's Square, Shoemaker's Square, the Harbour, St. Baylor's Cathedral, the Stinky Ditches in all directions...... Everything was burned.

The wildfires even crossed the high city walls, burning all of the knights' jousting arenas outside the city and the fish market near the tributaries of Blackwater Bay.

As the survivors slowly emerged from the "God-favored" place, all they could see was scorched earth and ruins of buildings.

The pungent smell of smoke is suffocating, and green smoke rises gently from the surrounding ruins, spreading over the ruins of the city, forming a dark cloud of smoke.

Everything that had once been so familiar was destroyed, and now there were only ruins, ruins, and scorched earth.

The ruins are low and dilapidated, the scorched earth is solidified and blackened, and at a glance, the slightly dilapidated city walls are clearly visible at the end of the sight.

The people who used to live here were like living in a labyrinth, but now, it has become a vast and barren land.

"Thank you, gods."

Some people muttered, looking back at their houses with happy faces, but more often than not, they were crying out with sadness.

Despite surviving the disaster, everything in their lives seems to have been burned by the fire.

Cruel, dirty, yet accustomed to things have been burned, and all the things on which they depend for survival have disappeared.

There was no extra food, no extra clothing, no boats, no arable land, no shops or merchants...... Even if they survived, what would they do?

King's Landing, the capital city of Westeros, has become a piece of rubbish!

The surviving southern nobles of the Red Keep abandoned this, and hurriedly left the place after realizing that the flames had been extinguished. For fear that the enemies around King's Landing would take the opportunity to drive them all out, and he didn't care about the bravados they said to the people of the city when they entered the city.

The southern nobles can leave, because their lair is not here, but where can they go as a group of natives of King's Landing?

Wars are raging, but what is the so-called place of peace of mind?

No one has an answer.

A ruin, a blank slate.

……

At the same time, the gray-robed sparrows also walked out of the courtyard, and what they saw made them half happy, half angry.

"It must be the blessing of the Seven Gods."

"The Seven Layers of Hell will favor that cruel murderer, that's right, dog mongrel, I wish him an early trip to hell!!"

"Gods, why are there such cruel people?"

……

"And now? What are we going to do? ”

"Which king shall we turn to for help?"

"Will the king help us? Should ......"

The sparrows were talking, and their eyes were blank as if they were looking at their leader. However, the old monk did not respond at this time, but looked at the ruins of the city without saying a word.

Half an hour later, under the stunned gaze of all the sparrows, he said, "The gods did not save us so that we could serve those corrupt kings again. ”

As he spoke, he bent down to pick up a charred spear at his feet.

Although the metal surface of the spear had been burned black under the wildfire, it was still clear that it had been sharp when you wiped it off with your hands.

Looking at it, and then in the direction of the barracks, the old monk muttered, "He has made arrangements for us. ”