Outside the gates of the Earl's Castle.

Ser Witton, dressed in armor, led a nun wrapped in a gray robe and cloak to the door, and two spear-wielding soldiers guarding the gate blocked their way.

"Lord Witton, who is this lady?" the soldier asked.

Sir Witton hesitated for a moment, then replied, "She is a nun of the church, and she has been sent by the bishop to deliver a message to Lord Tyrrell. ”

"My lord, Sir Colin has orders," said the soldier with a very serious expression, "that any unfamiliar face entering the castle must be questioned and searched. ”

Sir Witton did not expect the soldiers guarding the door to block his way, so in order not to show his horse's feet, he pretended to be stern and nodded in agreement.

"Ma'am, please lift your hood and show your face. ”

The grey-robed nun hesitated for a moment, then turned her head to look at Sir Witton beside her. At the signal of the other party, she slowly lifted her hood, revealing a delicate and delicate face.

The soldier's face was a little surprised, it was the first time he had seen such a beautiful nun. He looked the other person up and down carefully and asked, "What's your name and what exactly do you do in the church?"

"Kelia," the nun whispered, "prays and assists priests in the church. ”

"Then please recite a prayer for me. ”

Kylea looked at the soldier in front of her rather in surprise, and she realized that this soldier was not easy to fool. And she doesn't recite prayers because she's not a church nun at all. Kellya didn't want to waste time, she stretched out her slender white right hand from her robe, she smiled slightly at the soldier opposite, and then spread out the Qianqian jade fingers clenched into a fist, and then gently blew the red powder on the palm of her hand towards the soldier in front of her.

In the blink of an eye, the tiny powder was sucked into the soldier's mouth and nose, and the faces of the two spear-wielding soldiers suddenly stiffened, and they stood there motionless.

"What did you do to them?"

"It's just a temporary hallucination," Kylia replied in a low voice, "as long as they're not disturbed, they won't wake up anytime soon." ”

"Don't cover your face," Sir Witton reminded, "and it will attract the attention of the soldiers. ”

"One-eyed, how long can you hold out?"

"Half an hour or so," replied Sir Witton coldly, "the master of this body has a strong sense of soul, and we must do our best to complete the task." ”

After Sir Witton and the nuns entered the castle gates, they followed the cobblestone paths of the gardens towards the main castle. At this moment, the black dragon, who had eaten a full meal, was lying on the grass in the garden and was sleeping soundly.

Autumn comes with the sound of falling leaves, the sun shines on a soft glow, clear and ethereal, and the cirrus clouds float in wisps, sometimes like a white feather, sometimes like a piece of white silk. It makes people want to hear a high-flying lark singing, just like looking at the blue sea and wanting to see a white sail.

Brant stood alone in front of the window and looked out at the sailboats, warships, or rather, warships, floating on the sea. The Rock Harbor Fleet, which was supposed to be at his disposal, was firmly in the hands of his uncle, Sir Roger Tyrrell. A wry smile crossed the corner of his mouth, and he said in a somewhat low tone, "What can I do to take back the power that belongs to me from his hands?" he asked himself. There was no one else in the Bachelor's room except him.

"Wick and Glia may be able to help me with this, but I must use honor to reclaim my rightful power. Brandt made up his mind with hatred in his heart.

In the blue sky opposite, he saw a bird with a pitch-black body waving its wings and flying towards him.

In a short time, the raven flew up to him, folded its wings and landed lightly on the stone window. Brant reached out and picked up the crow, who found that the crow had stationery strapped to both legs. After a moment's hesitation, he untied the letter tied to the raven's thin legs, and placed the raven on the stone window. Brant unfolded the wax-stamped parchment, and when he unfolded it, he found that there were three sheets of paper with patterns of shipbuilding. Although he did not understand any of this, he believed that the drawings drawn by Maester Ilyin must have been useful.

Brandt took another piece of parchment in his hand, crushed the dry and hard wax prints, unfolded the letter in his hand, and read the letter:

"The House of Islam never yields to any enemy, nor does it forget those treacherous villains, and all debts owed must be paid with blood.

The Earl of Rocky Harbor, Lord Brent Tyrell.........

There is no such thing as a hopeless situation, only a person who is desperate for a situation. 」

Signed: Loyal servant of Boulder City, Ilyin Islam.

The letter began with what Duke Philip had said to him, and Brandt knew that his grandfather was reminding him. The honor and status of the Islamic family will not be defiled or violated, and as a member of the Islamic family, he must always remember the motto of the Islamic family: "If you have a debt, you must pay it." "All the debts owed," Brant repeated, "must be paid with blood." ”

And the last proverb shook Brandt's body and mind, and it touched him deeply. Maester Ilyin was telling me not to lose faith and courage in myself, no matter what.

The struggle for power has just begun, and Brandt told himself that I cannot and will never lose, and that I will fight strongly, no matter what sinister and cunning traps lie in front of me, or strong and dangerous obstacles, I must fight with strength and courage.

I'm going to take control of my own destiny, I'm going to change my destiny completely.

"Bang, bang, bang. There was a knock on the door.

The guard guarding the door pushed open the door, "My lord, Sir Witton is waiting outside the door with a nun, who says he has something to report to you. ”

"Let them in. Brandt spoke.

"Yes, sir. ”

After a few breaths, the nun followed Ser Witton into the room, while the two guards standing motionless outside the door.

Brandt was about to open his mouth to ask, but saw the nun take off her gray robe, and the colorful powder was scattered throughout the room in an instant.

Sir Witton drew his sword from its scabbard and stabbed it at Lord Tyrelll standing in front of the window without hesitation.

Facing the blade of the sword that came at him, Brant didn't react at all, he had unknowingly fallen into Kelya's illusion. The picture that appeared before him at this moment was a different scene, "Brandt, Brandt...", he saw a familiar face, his mother calling his name.

Illusion is a method of mental attack that produces various hallucinations in the consciousness through one's own powerful mental thoughts, as well as seemingly casual but hidden movements, sounds, drugs, or objects that cause the other person to fall into a state of mental trance.

Illusion is a kind of magic that is false but not real, false but real.

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