[A medieval nobleman who seemed to have some status, he was wounded in the leg; He doesn't seem to have eaten in a long time]

[His age may be between 35-55]

[He looks guilty and hopeless]

[He ......]

The constant hints made Charles wonder if he had found the wrong ally.

[Someone came here not too long ago]

A piece of information drifted through his slightly moving eyes, but Charles ignored it, but stood there hesitatingly.

It's obvious that he's not a healthy person, and I don't want to get away with it.

"He's not a qualified ally." Secretly decided, Charles sighed, secretly feeling that he was wasting his time.

At the same time, the middle-aged man covering his eyes in the corner was able to adapt to the light at this time, and he could see the appearance of the person who came.

Medium height, standing in the doorway, the shadow was long, his cheeks were cloudy in the dim light of the torches beside him, half of his face was stained with sweat and oil, and his charcoal black hair was close to his forehead, which was quite messy.

His facial features are green and have not yet grown, so that he looks about the same age as his eldest son, with a straight waist, and should have received corresponding training or a good tutor.

Under the tattered white shirt, the scarred upper body is mixed with black and red, which looks very embarrassed, but you can still see the fair skin that he should have been pampered and cultivated.

"You're from the Cobre family in the Valley? Or is it the Riverlands Bracken family? He asked. The gaze is full of scrutiny.

This is a young man who came from a wealthy background and did not suffer much, as can be determined from his appearance.

In Westeros, a continent where commerce is not developed, there is a high probability that such families belong to the nobility.

There are many black-haired families, but there are not many families with black hair and black eyes, and there are even fewer who look similar to this young man, so as soon as they met, the experienced prisoners basically determined a range.

However, as soon as the kid at the door spoke, he directly overturned his guess.

"Nobody." The person who came said that his voice was slightly hoarse after the smoke, and it sounded a little jerky, like a two or three-year-old child babbling.

No, no, the child's voice was milky, and the people who came here were not like that, more like the accent of a traveler from outside the Seven Kingdoms before he became familiar with the local language.

Then he asked, "Where are you from?" Essos? Or Sothros? Or some other mess I don't know? ”

"Other messes you don't know." Charles replied that his intention to leave had been curtailed for the time being.

Although this embarrassed middle-aged nobleman who looks like a beggar seems to be a cripple at the moment, he seems to know everything very well......

New to the instructor?

Secretly spitting a groan, Charles said straight to the point: "I just killed the guards here, and I'm going to escape from here, do you want to come with me?" ”

Thanks to the two guards, the knowledge of the common language of Westeros, which was originally lacking, was barely able to make up a rough idea at this time, although many words were still unknown, but what he knew was enough for him to barely communicate with the locals here.

"No matter where you come from, escaping from prison after sentencing will add to the crime." The prisoner shook his head: "And want to escape from the Red Fort?" Ridiculous idea. ”

"At least it's better than you waiting to die here." Charles pursed his lips, then said, "Are you sure you don't run away?" ”

"Run?" The prisoner said, "Where do you think a poor creature who is lame and hungry and whose brain is full of pedantic ideas can escape?" ”

As he spoke, a hint of self-deprecation appeared on his dirty face: "I'm afraid he won't even be able to step out of this door." ”

The guy seems to have been hit hard before he was locked in. Charles was thoughtful, then turned and walked away.

"Then you can stay here and die."

The young man walked without hesitation, leaving only the open cell door in its place, and the corridor was breezy and creaking slightly.

"I'm not going to die,"

The prisoner muttered, his head bowed, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Even though it's detrimental to honor."

……

The "persuasion" failed, and Charles was not discouraged by this, because there were many cells on this floor, and if he didn't go with himself, someone else would agree, and he couldn't wait.

However, after half a day, he did not notice any living people in the surrounding cells.

"Hey!"

Opening one cell door after another, there were obviously people, but they ignored Charles's greetings, lying or sitting motionless, as if they were all dead.

Of course, not all of them were "dead", and he still met someone who reacted during this period, but unfortunately that person was more disappointing than the first prisoner, and he was so weak that he couldn't even stand up, let alone walk, which made Charles quite irritable and a little dumbfounded.

Is this a prison or a death row camp? Why is it that all of them seem to be abandoned and left unattended?

But this is not right, there were two guards on that prisoner just now, is he special?

"Wandering on your own?" Looking at the staircase at the end of the hallway, Charles pondered.

"It's not impossible, the guards here are very lax, and I can't imagine that anyone will escape from prison."

"But I'm not familiar with this at all, don't run away when the time comes, run into the enemy's den, it's a bad dish......"

"Looking upstairs?"

He cautiously climbed the stairs and came to a slightly clean corridor, but after only one look, he walked back depressed.

There were a lot of cells and prisoners there, but he didn't have the corresponding key, and the cell in his hand that only fit the ice wolf was on this level, he couldn't open the door to the upper floor, let alone find allies......

"Go back to the prisoner with the stinking face and find out about the tower and the outside of it? If you don't find an ally, it seems that you can only count on him. ”

With this in mind, Charles followed the stairs back to the penultimate floor, and then just a few steps later, there was a sudden sound of stumbling footsteps in the cell ahead, and he hurriedly took a closer look, and couldn't help but be amused.

Inside the room, the prisoner was moving out of the cell where he was being held.

"Changed your mind?"

"If you've been hungry for an unknown amount of time, you can't help but see the hope of getting food." Leaning against the wall and walking out the door, the middle-aged prisoner glanced at Charles.

"I'm afraid you'll be disappointed, there's not even bird poop outside." Charles said angrily: "Do you want dead human flesh?" Freshly slaughtered, fresh. ”

He felt that this guy was really a stinky fart, his tone was cold, and his horse face was always flat, not so much serious, but who owed him money.

It's a pity that the other party just glanced at him quietly at Charles's words, without the slightest anger: "This black prison was just looted by the black robe not long ago, I guess you can't find other living people, so you will come to me lame." ”

"I wish I hadn't come to you." Charles said, looking at the prisoner's legs, and couldn't help but add, "Someone's claim that he couldn't get out of this cell seems to be just an excuse now." ”

"That's an excuse." The prisoner said, "But I can't believe how a half-grown boy and a lame cripple could get out of this well-guarded room—"

Halfway through speaking, his words stopped abruptly, and his palms holding on to the wall subconsciously clenched into fists, staring at a white figure, his pupils constricted.

"That's ...... What the? ”