Baron Kane walked down the steep and narrow stone staircase to the castle dungeon, where the fireworks burned from the torch hanging diagonally from the stone wall, illuminating the surrounding walls and the stone staircase beneath his feet. In the dark, damp dungeon, several fat black rats skewed around the corners, making 'squeak' sounds. Two soldiers guarding the cell stood listlessly on either side of the iron prison door.

The soldiers heard the sound of footsteps in the stone staircase, and they hurriedly straightened up, standing on either side with stern faces. When the figure of the Baron appeared in front of them, they respectfully addressed, "Your Excellency." "Then Soldier 'Ammon' removed the key tied to his waist and opened the cell door behind him.

Baron Kane stepped forward and walked through the rusty iron door in front of him. Another soldier, 'Leather', took a torch from the wall and followed the Baron into the cell with his hand held aloft.

In the center of the dungeon is a torch stove held up by a triangular iron frame, and a pile of firewood is burning in the torch stove. The female assassin, chained to the cage, stared coldly at the richly dressed middle-aged man who appeared across from her.

"Who sent you?" said Baron Kane, trying to hide his anger, in a calm tone, "as long as you sue me, I will command the soldiers to spare you from torture." ”

The female assassin snorted coldly, not uttering a word.

Baron Kane was stunned and said angrily, "Come on, go to the punishment." ”

"Yes, sir. "Ammon with a pockmarked face should arrive. He picked up a thumb-thick leather whip from the torture rack full of torture equipment, walked up to the female assassin, raised the whip and shook it vigorously, and struck the long whip on the female assassin's body.

The leather whip tore through the clothes she wore on her body, and bloody whip marks cut through her delicate skin. The female stabbing woman gritted her teeth, enduring the pain and still not saying a word.

"Will you recruit you?" asked the baron.

The female assassin's face was terrifyingly pale, and blood bubbled from the corners of her mouth, but her gaze was still cold.

"Go ahead," Lord Kane glared at each other with a wide range of eyes, "another torture instrument." ”

Ammon put down the whip and took out an iron from the torture instrument, which he put into the torch stove and grilled. He did not take out the iron until the soldering in the torch furnace was burned red and smoking. He branded the hot iron on the female Assassin's right shoulder. The reddish iron scorched the female assassin's skin through the thin clothing, and the smell of burnt flesh filled the musty dungeon.

She fainted. Ammon reminded his lordship.

"Wake her up for me. ”

A ladle of icy water poured over the female assassin's wound, a piercing pain that spread throughout her body and dragged her from her stupor.

"Are you dumb, and since you are not going to speak, then I will fulfill you. The Baron spoke, "plucked her tongue out." "He lost his patience.

"Yes, sir. Ammon rummaged through the torture apparatus for iron tongs.

As he and Leather pry open the female Assassin's tongue, the Baron's voice rang out, "Wait...... "I can't pull out her tongue, and it may be useful to keep her tongue." Baron Kane calmed down and cleared his thoughts. Forget it, I'd better hand him over to Sir Colin and let him be interrogated. "My lord, Lord Tyrell is awake. A young soldier appeared beside him.

Baron Kane finally breathed a sigh of relief, glancing at the female assassin across from him with hatred, before he left the dungeon. Ammon and Leather, who were guarding the dungeon, followed behind them, stopping outside the iron cell door and locking it again.

On the top floor of the Baron's Castle, in Lauren's room, Paul and Jason were busy flipping through all the books and finding books on herbal medicine. The Bachelor's rooms are usually arranged in the Lord's Castle, and are on the highest floor. Scholars can gaze at the stars at night at the very top of the tower and predict the weather. When war strikes, if a liege's castle is attacked, the maester will follow the lord's orders to release a letter crow to ask for help from other allies. At the top level, it was also to prevent the crows from being shot down by the besieging archers.

In a worn, dusty herbal book, Roy finds out about the toxicity and effects of poison-eating herbs. He also found some other interesting names and uses for flowers and plants in the book.

Roy boiled the rhizome of the herb into a concoction with some herbs and poured it into Brant's mouth for him to swallow. After half an hour passed, Brant's complexion gradually improved, and the toxins in his body were removed. But Brant was suffering from another kind of pain, his limbs trembling, black liquid vomiting from his mouth, and he had brief hallucinations. With Pastor Martin's continued blessing, Brant survived the life-and-death situation.

When Baron Kane returned to Brant's room, he found Lord Tyrell talking to the group with his back to the bed. "Mistress Tyrrell," he said, as he walked over to the bedside, "how is your body?

Brant nodded slightly and saluted in thanks, "With the concern of Lord Baron Law, I'm fine, but my limbs are weak and I feel a little groggy." ”

"Then the adults have a good rest, and I won't bother. Mistress Kane Grell said softly, "I have some matters to discuss with Sir Colin. "Last night's Assassin incident cost him seventeen cavalry guards and the learned and loyal Laurentian Bachelor. He needed compensation and commitment, and a wise maestro to help him manage his territory and take care of the ravens.

"My lord, since this lord is all right, it is time for me to go back to church," said Reverend Martin humbly, "and the Father's disciples need my blessing. "In Christian religious temples, believers go to church every day to pray to the priest for blessings or to confide in the priest and confess their mistakes.

"Pastor Martin, thank you for your blessing," the baron's tone was sincere, "thank Heavenly Father for the gift." ”

The white-robed old man left the room with staggering steps. Sir Colin spoke, "Go back to your rooms, too." "Even though the morning sun has risen in the east, Lord Tyrell needs rest to recuperate. He decided to stay in Salt for a day and wait until the next morning to continue his journey.

Paul and Jason obeyed Sir Colin's orders and got up to leave the room, Angela hesitated for a moment, and followed with some reluctance, and from time to time she looked back at Brandt, who was smiling at him.

"Lord Roy, can you stay and guard Lord for a moment?" said Sir Colin in a deep voice, "I'll be back when I'm done talking to Lord Baron. ”

"Willing to help. Roy replied jokingly.

In the council room on the second floor of the Baron's Castle, bright sunlight shone into this empty room, and two figures sat opposite each other on a round stone table in the hall.

"Lord Kane," Sir Colin asked, "has the female Assassin been recruited?" "This is the issue that is of primary concern to him right now, as the Assassin behind the hiring of the Assassins is an extremely dangerous threat to Lord Tyrrell.

"No, not a word. Baron Kane grumbled indignantly, "I wish I could pull her tongue out so that she would never be able to speak." ”

"My lord, don't be angry," said Sir Colin gently, "as long as you keep her, it will always be useful." ”

"I hope so," Baron Kane asked, "do you want to stay here for a few more days?" ”

"I'm afraid not, Lord Tyrell must do everything he can to get to Rocky Harbor. Sir Colin replied, "We will set out early tomorrow morning." ”

Baron Kane made a promise to him, "I will instruct the Rand Knight to escort you to Ravengrove with a banner corps." At the same time, he needs to get a commitment.

Kane said respectfully gratefully, "Thank you, sir." ”

"Sir Colin, you're too outward. ”

"My lord," Ser Colin continued, "please send a raven to deliver this letter to Boulder." "The contents of this parchment were written in the Brant room. He had to inform the Duke of what was going on in Salt Town.

Baron Kane declared, "I will have the apprentice of Lauren's maester tie this letter to the crow's feet, and I am confident that Duke Philip will receive it by this time tomorrow." His voice deepened, "Master Lauren, he's a loyal subject who has served in Salt for thirty years. ”

Sir Colin said apologetically, "I am sorry for the matter of Master Lauren," and after a pause he continued, "I have written to Lord Duke that I believe that a new Master will soon come to Salt Town to take the place of Master Lauren. ”

"Sir Colin," said Baron Kane at last, "I will leave my son to your care." ”

"Don't worry, my lord, I will do my best. ”

For mobile phone users, please read it on m.biquge.info.