Under the scorching sun, the turquoise sea is as soft as silk, with slight ripples.

More than 70 warships, large and small, sailed at full speed on the vast sea surface of 'Fish-Man Bay', and the ripples of the oars were pushing the ships forward. Flags hung from the top of the sails were rattled by the breeze, and each flag was embroidered with the image of a sailing battleship. The 'Galleon' motif is the coat of arms of the Tyrells in the Golden Lands, whose motto is "invincible and invincible".

Four hundred and seventy years ago, the Rock Harbor fleet was formed less than thirty years ago. At that time, the Duchy of Roland and the Kingdom of Bunoa formed an alliance, and the fleets of the two countries also formed a combined naval fleet with hundreds of ships. They intended to force their way into the eastern part of the Commonwealth of Cania by sea, and the Golden Lands occupied almost the entire eastern part of the Commonwealth of Cania. In order to defend against a formidable enemy, Duke Brandon Islam ordered the Isle of Lane Fleet, the Isle of Shago Fleet, and the Rock Harbor Fleet to intercept and block the combined fleets of the two countries at sea. Count Ned Tyrell personally led more than 50 warships and warships in The Rock Harbor, and after months of bloody battles, finally defeated the combined fleet of the Duchy of Roland and the Kingdom of Bunoa in the waters near the island of Shago.

The eight-character motto "invincible, invincible" was the honorary title given to Earl Ned by the then Duke of Brandon, and it has since become a family motto passed down from generation to generation by the Tyrell family.

On the deck of a giant groom, Knight Rich Redwin stepped forward and announced, "My lord, the herald wants to see you. "He is a close confidant of Sir Roger Tyrell, Captain of the Rocky Harbour fleet, and the younger brother of Sir Witton Redwin. The Redwings were minor lords attached to the Tyrells, and their territory was on the right side of Rocky Harbor, less than 500 leagues apart, and the horseback ride took only 3 days. The Redwin family's entire territory is surrounded by mountains, and the Griffon Fortress, which is built on a cliff peak, is even more difficult to defend.

"Bring him up. Sir Roger Tyrell spoke. He had short, erect black hair as thick as a steel needle, and eyes that were as black as ink. Black hair and black eyes are the characteristics of the Tyrells family.

"Yes, sir. Knight Ridge replied. He has a handsome appearance and a slender figure, which is completely in line with the temperament of a nobleman.

After dozens of breaths, the herald in leather armor followed the knight and landed onto the broad, flat and smooth deck of the ship.

The young soldier bowed and said in a respectful tone, "Lord Roger, my subordinates have come to ask why your lord has sailed the entire fleet back to Rock Harbor on the orders of Count Tyrrell?"

"Earl Carter?" asked Sir Roger. A question suddenly popped up in his heart, isn't he dead yet?

"Earl Carter has passed away. The herald's answer dispelled the doubts in his heart.

"And who are you talking about, the Earl?" he snapped. Another question arises.

"Count Brant Tyrell. The herald replied.

"When did this happen?" Sir Roger asked, frowning, "why haven't I received any news?" What a bunch of rubbish, not even a little ghost can solve it.

"The events of the last two days," explained the herald tremblingly, "my lord, the crows that delivered the letter are dead, and the news cannot be delivered. The sudden change in the tone of the adult in front of him made him a little frightened.

The atmosphere on the deck suddenly became silent, and Sir Roger was speechless. The herald stood stiff and did not dare to speak, and the gossip of Sir Roger's peeping at the title of Rocky Harbor was well known among the soldiers, and he was afraid that he had said something wrong and angered the adults in front of him.

"Carter, for the sake of your wild seed, you deliberately found a reason to break me apart. Sir Roger cursed fiercely in his heart, "so that your wild boy will not be hindered or threatened in any way, and inherit the territory and title of Rock Harbor unharmed." But you can't imagine that the entire Rock Harbor fleet is now in my hands. 」

"Go back and report to him," said Sir Roger, calming down, "I received news from the Earl of the Isle of Lane that the Duke of Philip had summoned his vassals, and then I led the fleet back to Rock Harbor, ready to be at the mercy of the Earl of Tyrrell. ”

The herald then passed on a second directive, "The Earl has an order that Lord Roger must not sail the fleet into the Rocky Harbor. But his voice was a little slight, like a girl.

"What?" said Sir Roger, with a sudden rage, "why didn't he allow me to lead the fleet back to Rocky Harbor?"

"Your Excellency," explained the herald cautiously, "the plague in the city has not been cleared, and Count Tyrell fears that the soldiers will be infected with the disease. ”

"Go back and sue him, I know. Sir Roger's face sank.

"Yes, sir. The panicked herald bowed away, and he returned to his small rowing boat, where the oarsmen swung the pulp to steer the boat back to Rocky Harbor.

Sir Roger, standing on the bow deck of a ship ten feet high, had a gloomy face as he looked at the ship that was gradually moving away in front of him. He told himself in his heart that it was not yet the time, and that he had to endure it.

"Rich," he commanded, "order all the ships to drop anchor and cease sailing toward Rock Harbor. The whole fleet was less than five nautical miles from the dock on the opposite side, and at his command, all the warships could reach the dock in half an hour. And at this moment, he did not need to rush to lead the fleet to fight for the title and territory, but waited for the news of the Targaryen family.

"Yes, sir. Knight Rich Redwin replied.

The waves of the sea shook the huge hull, and the soldiers threw heavy iron anchors from the deck. The sound of 'poof' was heard one after another, splashing waves on the calm sea, and the fish swimming on the bottom of the sea were frightened and fled with their tails swinging.

The sun is shining, the white clouds are fluttering, and the breeze is passing slowly.

Armoured soldiers roamed the streets and alleys of the city, and the sheriff, Sir Davon, was gathering carpenters, stonemasons, and all sorts of labourers, as the burned-out buildings of the city needed to be demolished and new houses were to be built. Now that the victims have jobs, they can earn money, their resentment can be changed, and new houses will be built, so they will no longer have to sleep on the streets.

Outside the square of the church in Westit, hundreds of victims are queuing to receive food from the nuns, including potatoes, dried beans, turnips, onions, apples, bread, sweet and sour oranges and wheat flour, eggs, corned beef fillets and cod. Due to the limited food and the number of people waiting to receive it, each person could only choose two items of food.

"What else do you need?" said the nun in a gray robe to a thin woman, "and you may take another potato or a loaf of bread?"

The woman did not seem to understand, and she replied, "I want two loaves and potatoes, one for me and the other for my father, who is too old to walk." ”

"I'm sorry, ma'am," the nun shook her head, "he'll have to take it himself, and for now, bread or potatoes, you can only choose one or the other." ”

"Bread. She said. The nun gave her a dry, hard black loaf.

"Can you change it to a bigger one?" she pleaded.

"No," the nun explained to her, "ma'am, they are all the same size. ”

"Go away, woman. ”

"Hurry up, stupid woman. The people behind her were shouting at her.

The woman ignored the invective. "Give me an egg, please. ”

The nun tilted her head to look at the Bishop behind her, and Bishop Chris, dressed in red robes, shook his head. Food is not abundant, and if the front asks for more, then the people behind will not receive food at all, and it will be even more troublesome at that time.

"No, you can only take two things per person," the nun told her, "but you can take bread or flour in exchange for an egg." ”

"Get out of the way," the man standing behind her shoved the woman, and she stumbled and fell to the ground. The bread in his hand flew out, the flour bag broke, and the precious white powder was scattered all over the floor.

The woman squatted on the ground with her hands propped up, she stretched out her hands to pick up the flour in front of her, and then she took off the only cloth she had on her body, trying to put the flour on the ground inside. Her upper body was exposed in front of people, her hungry yellow and thin skin, ribs protruding from the flesh, and two swaying and falling ruts on her chest clearly proved that this woman was extremely malnourished.

The piece of bread that flew out caused the hungry people to rush it, and there was a roar of rage, and there was chaos. At first, people pushed and shoved each other, and many were pushed in front of the wooden tables where the food was stacked. An old man's entire body fell into a basket in which at least a hundred eggs were crushed by him. Ignoring the pain, the old man stuck out his tongue and licked the egg liquid and yolk that flowed out of the eggshell.

The whole scene was completely out of control, and people began to rush up the stairs, countless pairs of pale and thin hands reaching for food in front of them, and people were rushing for bread, potatoes, apples, and other food piled up on the long table.

The scramble over food led to friction between people, and from pushing and shoving at the beginning, to deliberate verbal abuse and beating. The elderly and children became innocent victims, unable to grab food and potentially injured in the crowd.

The panicked nuns could not take care of the food, and they were so frightened that they hurriedly retreated outside the courtyard of the church, and Bishop Chris hurriedly ordered, "Go and tell the sheriff to send soldiers to stop it." He was not worried about the food being snatched up, but about the death of the chaotic crowd.

"Yes, Your Excellency. Several pious nuns left in a hurry.