The Dragonstone guard, holding a knife shorter than his palm, shrugged at Iger apologetically and walked over to him.

With his torso and limbs tied, Iger had no choice but to symbolically shake his body and struggle, watching the other approach, his mind spinning rapidly, but he had no clue what was happening. Could it be that the blood of the time-traveler also possesses the power that the Lord of Light, Rahlo, needs? If this is the case, will he be thrown into the fire and sacrificed at some critical moment?

He has far more knowledge than anyone else in this world, has a huge plan to slowly gain a foothold and even build his own network of contacts and relationships, and eventually rely on capital to intervene in the game of thrones, and has the intention to change a bunch of important plots and the fate of this world in the future...... He had escaped the strange ghosts, far away from the Great Wall, and was about to start a new life, but could it all come to an abrupt end on this barren island at the mouth of Blackwater Bay?

......

Egger stared at the knife in the guard's hand with wide eyes, and a few drops of blood certainly wouldn't make him so scared that he would pee his pants or beg for mercy, but what he would do with it afterwards was the key. Like Tyrion, he prides himself on being a smart man, but he is helpless against an opponent who has no idea what he wants or why he suddenly appears hostile.

"Arm, lighter, thank you!" Iger said, looking at the hand of the guard with the knife trembling, deciding where the wound was, and this was the last bit of dignity he could save in this accident.

"Good ......"

The knife operator was a young guard, less than twenty, a child at the time of the last war, who had joined Stennis's guard for nearly a year, and for the first time in his life he had used a guy to bleed someone else, and was even more nervous by a word of Egger's advice, and the wound was cut shallowly with too much force, and it took several seconds for blood to slowly seep out.

The guard hurriedly scraped a few drops of blood with the back of his knife and hurriedly delivered them to the priestess.

Melisandre took out her handkerchief, wiped her knife and sucked the blood off it, then threw the blood-stained cloth into the brazier, staring intently at the flames.

Egger's gaze turned to the fire—he saw nothing. Of course, there could not be any "power" in his own blood, and the flames quickly engulfed the handkerchief, except for an extra flame, the color and temperature did not change much.

But Melisandre's expression became solemn, and her eyes widened, as if the bright light of the fire hid the answer to some ultimate question, but unfortunately the font was too small to read—she stepped forward and held on to the shelf of the brazier, and came closer, and closer...... Almost burying her face in the flames, Egg was surprised to find that the flames had licked her hair, but she couldn't make them roll even a little, this priest of the Lord of Light really has a bit of a way, she is not afraid of fire!

After about a minute, the woman let go of the brazier shelf, stepped back away from the brazier, and refocused on the Night's Watch with interest, reopening her two red lips.

She didn't have time to speak, because the door to the room was slammed open with a bang, and a man walked in.

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"You captured the night watchman?"

Against the light of the flames, Iger couldn't make out the person's face, but with his intuition and the questioning tone of the other party, he guessed his identity: "Lord Stannis, I have come to deal with the obsidian mining by order of Jeo Mormont, you should know that I swear I have done nothing bad on your island! If there is any unintentional offense, please forgive me! Can you let me talk first, I can confront Lady Melisandre in any way!"

"What do you mean by that?" the man did not respond to Egger's shout, but asked Melisandre coldly, "The Night's Watch is coming to the island to mine obsidian, and Duke Stark has written to inform me of this, and I have agreed." Who do you think you are on my land to order the arrest of visitors who have entered with my permission?"

"Remember what I told you about the ancient gods?" the red-robed woman nodded respectfully at the man, but her face was still smiling, "I feel a strong alien aura in this night watchman, and I want to know what the 'gods' sent him for." ”

"I don't care what you want to know, Melisandre. Stannis's tone remained unwavering: "You have some skills, so I left you on the island, but if you keep talking nonsense and doing nonsense, I might have to kick you out." Now, either let this Night's Watch go and ask for his forgiveness, or get out of Dragonstone right away!"

Egger relaxed suddenly, and his mind went blank for a few seconds after escaping, and then he silently shook his hands behind his back into a fist: knowing the plot and mastering a bunch of advanced knowledge and ideas became meaningless at this moment, and his fate was actually just a matter of words in front of these "big people". The need to turn one's strengths into tangible power and energy as soon as possible suddenly became so urgent.

"As you wish, my lord. Melisandre narrowed her eyes, her expression changed, and she bowed her head meekly: "Let him go." ”

The guard, who was still holding the knife in his hand, was also confused, but since the lord had spoken to the messenger of the Lord of Light and nodded, he didn't have to worry about who to listen to. He walked up behind Egg and began to untie the Night's Watch.

Stannis snorted coldly and turned to leave the room.

......

Frightened by the angry lord a moment ago, or just so clumsy, the young guard spent a few seconds unable to find a way to untie the ropes, and Melisandre finally shook her head impatiently, "You go, I'll come." ”

Ever since she had given the order to capture Egg, the witch had stood two meters away from him defensively, and when she was sure that there was no threat, she rejoined the Night's Watch and ran her hand along Egger's arm over the rope that bound him.

With the slippery touch of the woman's palm, a slight burning sensation came, and the ropes that bound the whole body were broken one after another in the light sound of "bang, bang", and Egger regained his freedom.

He took a step and stood firm, stretched his arms, and touched the burning pain, except for a slight heat, there was no skin burn. Look at the broken rope that fell to the ground, all of which were charred black, and there were wisps of smoke emitting from it—burning the rope without burning himself?, Egger couldn't explain it with any of the knowledge he already had in his head...... Melisandre stood within reach, as if he could strangle her with his hand, but Iger had to admit that he probably couldn't help the seemingly delicate woman in front of him.

"I'm sorry, friend in black. Melisandre's tone softened, but the guiltless expression on her face made the apology seem insincere. In her eyes, saying this to a mortal was already very face-saving, and it was impossible to lower her voice anymore: "It is the first time that I have felt such a strong alien aura outside my Lord of Light in an unsuspecting situation, and I am a little panicked, so I will behave inappropriately and make the guests feel wronged, please forgive me." ”

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Iger didn't intend to forgive the other party like that, nor did he intend to flee in embarrassment. The good-natured man was no joke when he was angry, and he hated the feeling of being watched in the shadows by an unscrupulous enemy more than he did in a senseless rage, and he wanted to get to the bottom of it tonight—if Melisandre couldn't give a reasonable explanation, then perhaps he should add a "non-dying" category to his blacklist.

The first thing he did before he returned to King's Landing and began to raise the next batch of supplies, recruit new soldiers, and even start raising money was to find a way to kill the woman.

He had even thought of a quick idea, Jakun Hegar the Faceless was in King's Landing, and Yoren might have chosen him as one of the next recruits to bring back to the Wall. As a believer in the God of Thousand Faces, there was naturally no way that guy would be willing to be obediently taken to the Great Wall and sworn to be a night watchman...... If he can release him, it shouldn't be difficult for him to kill someone for himself. Egg was a little curious: what kind of sparks would collide with the followers of the God of Thousand Faces, who claimed that they could kill anyone, would collide with the mysterious Red God sacrifice?

"It's easy for me to open my mouth and tell Lord Stennis, 'I forgive you,' ma'am. Egg took a deep breath: "But I ate well, and suddenly I was caught and tied to a pillar and stabbed, if I don't know what this knife is for, I believe no one can swallow this breath...... I need an explanation, Ms. Melisandre. ”

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