"Someone!" shouted Lord Wald, trembling and his voice hoarse, like an old weasel.

"Stop shouting, there are no guards outside. Bertelem said. He walked up to Lord Wade, "Lord Wade, your hoarse throat is too quiet, so let's rest." I have good news for you, over the years, I have developed a new set of medical techniques for gout, and now I am going to give it a try, maybe the needle will cure the disease. He unbuttoned his gray robe, and on one of the bachelor's cloth bags was pinned a row of thin silver needles of different lengths.

"Help me up. Wald commanded Jo Susan, and the old weasel's eyes were sharp and wary.

The little girl lifted Wader up with all her might.

Wade's long fingernails rested on Joe Susan's shoulders, his hands were covered in blood, and the two bloody palms were imprinted on the little girl's shoulders, but he didn't realize it.

The atmosphere was not right, and Bertelem's words and deeds were strange and weird. Rao was so, and Wald's eyes were still sharp, like those of a cunning weasel: "Bertram, get out, this is your last chance." ”

"Lord Wade, do you sit down or lie down ********. Bertelem smiled. He untied the sack full of silver needles and placed it on the low table, "Jo Susan, Lord Fuwad lie down ********. ”

"No!" Wader growled, "who the hell are you?" his voice was angry, but lacking in strength.

"Bertram!" said Bertlem.

Jo Susan looked at the Bachelor. The Bachelor was indeed the Bachelor she knew, and nothing had changed in the appearance of the voice, baldness and crow's feet.

If he wasn't Bertram, who would he be?, the little girl's heart tightened.

"Jo Susan, you go out, I'm going to talk to Bertelem. Wade said.

"Grown-up......" The little girl Jo Susan is sixteen years old, married to ninety-year-old Lord Walder, and she carries the glory of the Enford family on her shoulders. She is here to take care of this old man who will die at any time but never dies. She was a wife, a maid, and a slave.

Lord Wald's favorite joke is that Sir Stevren has been made the heir to the Marquis since he was in his twenties, but Sir Stevren has waited forty years before becoming a Marquis, and the gods mean that Sir Stevron will continue to wait for another forty years.

"Get out!" said the word between Lord Wald's teeth. A blade-like light shot from one of his weasel eyes, staring at Jo Susan's face.

The little girl, Jo Susan, trembled with fright, and hurriedly let go of Lord Wade, and lowered her head, feeling the blood in her clothes slowly flowing down her skin, and she was numb to the pain. The little girl ran to the door in small steps.

Bertlem moved quickly, grabbed the little girl's shoulder lightly with a hand, and flicked the fingers of the other hand in front of the little girl, and a faint gray mist drifted lightly, and Jo Susan slowly fell on the crook of Bertlem's arm.

Lord Walder's body stiffened, and his lips trembled.

He is well aware that the scholars of the school city are proficient in medicine, but they are also proficient in ...... Homicide. The positive side of medical skills is to save people, and the opposite side is to kill people. Bachelors who are proficient in medical skills have this ability, but everyone only sees the positive side of the bachelor: saving people.

Lord Walder knows the other side of the bachelor, the other side of many things.

"You, you, you're by no means a Bertram. Lord Walder finally stammered.

"Yes. Bertlem gently placed the little girl on the ground. The little girl seemed to be asleep.

"Who are you?"

"The verdict makes. ”

"Adjudicator?"

"Holy Inquisition, Silverlight Adjudicator. ”

Lord Valde's mouth was wide open as his teeth were about to go out, like a shriveled hole. He had never heard of any Holy Inquisition, and he believed in the Seven Gods, although he spit on all gods in his heart. He vaguely remembered another rumor: across the Narrow Sea, Braavos, the Dark Magic Killer Order, the Faceless One who could change his voice and smile at will.

It's just that the price of asking the Faceless One on the other side of the Narrow Sea to kill him thousands of miles away is enough to buy two armies with good combat effectiveness.

"Are you going to kill me?" Wade's voice was hoarse and trembling, not knowing if it was because of gout or fear, "what do you want? ”

"In front of the Lord God of time and space, every life is eternal, and in the face of all strife and sin, there is only divine judgment. You swear to join the Holy Inquisition, I will not kill you, I will heal you. "Lord Wald, would you like to join the Inquisition, and become a Star Finalist under the Inquisition?"

"Holy Inquisition, Star Warrior, don't mess with these ethereal things, what do you want?"

Bertleim smiled, "Lord Wald, you can think about it for a while, and let me treat your gout for you now." He pulled out a silver needle.

"No!" Wade instinctively refused.

With one hand, Bertlem easily controlled Lord Walder, and he effortlessly tore through Walder's trousers, revealing his bony legs.

A silver needle pierced Lord Walder's knee. Lord Wade gritted his teeth and trembled violently, he had never seen or heard of such torture. - Strangely, there was no stinging pain in the knee as expected.

A needle so long pierced all of it into his bones, and only a small part remained outside the body, and there was no pain.

"Just don't move. One of the Bachelor's hands pressed on Wade's shoulder, as if he had weighed on a thousand pounds of weight, and Wade couldn't move even if he wanted to. In addition to breathing, he had difficulty even speaking.

As if in an instant, Walder's legs were full of silver needles.

Maester Bertram smiled, "How do you feel now, Lord Walder?" and the Maester let go of his grip on Wader.

Wade was shocked to realize that the pain in the joints of his legs had miraculously disappeared.

How is this possible?

"Dark magic?" Lord Walder incredulous.

"You can say what you are. "Do you want to relieve the pain in your head, nape of your neck, shoulders, elbows, and wrists?"

Wader nodded.

This man had really come to cure him? How could this old disease, which had hurt him for more than 20 years, be cured? Bertelem had already tried all the means.

After a while, Walder's body was filled with silver needles, and a miracle happened, and although his pain was still there, it was completely equivalent to the previous pain in the heart.

"Can it be cured?" Suddenly, Wade's heart was filled with surging anticipation. He wanted to live for another forty years, painlessly and disease-free, so that Sir Steffron's promise to wait another forty years would be fulfilled.

"Acupuncture is only the first step, to cure the radical cure, you also need mugwort and some medicine to dry, mix, make a small candle, three times a day in the morning, noon and evening to warm your joints. ”

Lord Wade said excitedly: "My lord, what do you want, open your conditions......"

"Here's to you. The maester pulled out a silver button pin carved with fish beams and burning flames.

"What is this?"

"A token of the Holy Inquisition. ”

"No, I don't want tokens. What do you want, my lord? What do you want in return? What do you want in return, you say!" Lord Wade's weasel eyes sparkled. Bargging, peeking into people's hearts, and scheming the city, he is a top master.

"Soon after, the War of the Seven Kingdoms began, and I want you to be loyal to the person holding the token. If you disobey, the Inquisition will cut off the heads of your children and grandchildren, maybe a day, maybe a year, until they are all killed. The meat of the Freys will be made into pies, and of course, you will be the first lucky to taste it. The bachelor laughed. He looked down, then looked up, and the face changed to that of Sir Steven, "My lord, there is only the Holy Judgment for the strife and sin of the world. Violating the Holy Church, the Frey family was exterminated. However, there is no way to be endless, and the gods will leave a chance for people to choose first, and you have to regret it now, it's still too late. Lord Wald, in the name of the Seven Gods, swear allegiance to the Inquisition or not? You only have one free choice! Your Excellency, please make your choice!"