Two round balls with white skins quietly rolled to the feet of many onlookers. I don't know who accidentally stepped on these two balls and trampled them to pieces in one fell swoop.

Those people didn't care, thinking that they had just stepped on a smoked egg that had fallen from a certain table. However, the foul smell like rotten eggs and the spicy smoke that came out of it made the whole "devil's stomach" boil to the sky.

"What......'s going on? Get out of here!"

The drunkards who were watching the brawl immediately blew up the camp, and they turned around and rushed to the door of the tavern, ignoring Namen and Kulian, who were fighting to the death. Under the savage collision of the customers, the spring doors at the entrance of the tavern were squeezed off and fell to the ground.

As an animal, Kulian's sense of smell is undoubtedly much more sensitive than that of a normal person. Therefore, the foul air was even more lethal to him, and after accidentally inhaling a breath of his body, he vomited directly and couldn't even stand up straight.

Nammon didn't look very good either. Still, he picked up his weapon with agility and prepared to take advantage of the chaos to defeat his opponent and win the final victory in the brawl. But just as he was about to swing the great axe, a powerful palm grabbed his arm.

Seeing the murderous intent flashing in Namen's eyes, the person who stopped him hurriedly said, "Friend, we have no ill intentions, just to help you." The guy you provoked today has a close relationship with the polar bears, so if you want to live, don't talk nonsense, hurry up and go with us!"

After saying that, the man immediately closed his mouth and nose again. Namen glanced at the two men's dresses, nodded imperceptibly, and then followed the two men in hooded burqas to the stairs in the corner of the "Devil's Stomach".

"Go up to the second floor, and we'll leave through the roof," said one of the two men, a tall man, who had just stopped Namen's movements. And now it was his companion who spoke, and this man was very thin, "Don't worry, I've already planned it." ”

They trampled on the oak staircase and staggered up to the second floor of the tavern, a shelter for merchants who had taken up residence in Harbour City. The lanky, hooded man pulled out the key and opened the wooden door of one of the guest rooms.

The three men rushed in, then opened the window again and flipped to the roof of the tavern. In the process, Namen discovers a secret: the man who looks like a reed stick has no feet at all.

Instead, there were two pieces of steel, the recurved ones that seemed to be attached to his thighs. However, this is not to say that there is any inconvenience in the man's movements. On the contrary, because he has lost a lot of weight, he is much more agile and athletic than ordinary people.

With just a strong step on the edge of the window, the man jumped onto the roof with the force of the steel sheet. Namen and another tall man had to hold their hands on the edge of the eaves, and with the strength of their arms, they climbed up in a pull-up position.

There is a coiled hemp rope on the roof of the building, which seems to have been soaked in tung oil, which looks a little slippery. The thin man bent down and grabbed one end of the rope, "Wait until I'll jump over and tie the rope first, and then you can grab the rope and row over." ”

As he spoke, he ran and jumped over the street behind the Devil's Stomach tavern without the help of any tools. It's worth mentioning that even though it's just a small street in King's Landing, it has to be about six or seven yards wide.

And that man's running was only two or three steps, and he was able to jump so far at once, and his jumping ability was terrifying. Namen thought it might be the mechanical device on his foot that worked, otherwise a normal human wouldn't be able to do that.

After tying the ropes, Namen and the tall man crossed the street with the handle of a giant axe and a towel on top of the oil-soaked rope. The last tall man to settle down took out a flint igniter from his bosom and lit the rope.

"It's better than nothing to deal with, but it's better than nothing," he said, smiling at Namen before gesturing to a polar bear security team around the corner. The fellow named Kulian was beside the captain of the vigilante, running along with them and pointing in the direction of the "devil's gut".

"Man, we're in the same boat now," the tall man said to Namen, "and you may still have some doubts, but now is not a good time to do so—if you don't want to be taken away by the polar bears, we'll have to get on board first." ”

Namen made a wise choice. So, after about ten minutes of running through the alleys of King's Landing's harbor trade area, they came to the harbor anchorage. At a nondescript mooring, board a dnaker boat.

It was a small fishing boat, and when it sailed out of the harbor, the port staff thought that the three men were anglers who wanted to go night fishing. However, instead of taking the prescribed course, they disappeared into the drowsy night.

The sparkling waters reflected the lights of the harbor in the distance, and the boat sailed out of the top of the god of war—the place where the emperor had died, but now cast a great shadow over King's Landing.

After about two hourglasses, they came to a beach on the west side of King's Landing's coastline. The sea was overcast, and the waves crashed against the pebble beachhead, shattering, and receding with a long hiss.

Together, they dragged the boat ashore and stopped on top of the stall. There is a sandbank not far in front of you that keeps out the wind, so there is the flicker of a campfire behind you. "Our brothers are over there," said the tall man to Nammon, "and they must have prepared good wine and good food." ”

When Namen crossed the sand bank, he saw a burning bonfire with a large piece of beef leg roasted on it. And the three-legged grill and meat fork around the campfire are hung with fresh fish and pork ribs. The spilled grease dripped onto the coals with a crackling sound, and beside the fire there was a cup holding it, occasionally pouring beer over the charred area.

Hearing movement behind him, the person in charge of the barbecue immediately drew the saber at his waist. However, for its size, the sword was a little too slender, like a spare barbecue fork than a weapon to take human life.

"The two brothers are back," the man greeted them with a smile when he saw the comer open his hood, and immediately let down his guard. Even if they were accompanied by a stranger with a big waist and a round waist, they didn't ask even a word.

"Yes, brother. We're hungry for a long time," said the tall man, who came down the sandbank, picked up a can of beer, and drank it bitterly, and threw another at Namen.

After Namen took it, he opened the wine seal and took a sip, and the beer smelled of mud. He fumbled through a buckskin pocket around his waist and pulled out a few "gem coins" that he couldn't use in King's Landing, "Count as my boat fare and beer money." ”