Inside the Red Temple.

Drogo Kao was lying on a black boulder, surrounded by a ring of blazing fire.

His hot body made his face as red as flames.

His internal organs had been burned by the heat.

And the black stone can help him cool down.

Archpriest Bennero stands beside Drogo Kao. He was tall and thin, with prominent features and white skin like milk. His cheeks, chin, and bald head were covered in flame tattoos, his bare arms were covered in flame tattoos, and his upper and lower lips were covered in flame tattoos.

When Archpriest Bennero sang the prayers, his voice was as high and high as a whistle.

Outside the ring of fire, Daenerys and the others stood, except for his unattractive young guard Quentin Martell, all the others looked at the High Priest with adoring eyes.

Above Benero's head, there was a very high ceiling with a round hole in it to let in the light outside. The light of heaven fell and fell onto Drogo Kao's body.

Beneiro clasped his hands together and pointed his fingertips to the sky. Then he spread his hands apart, clenched them into fists, and opened his arms. He began to chant incantations rapidly, and when his voice reached its highest point, bright flames erupted from his fists.

Daenerys and Quentin Marcel and others outside the fire circle were taken aback. Quentin Martell noticed that the High Receric's fist was open, and the ten fingers were like ten burning candles, and the index and middle fingers of his right hand were stretched out, and he was writing very quickly in the void.

Quentin Martell couldn't recognize what Beneiro had written, but Daenerys did, Benero had written Valyrian runes, and she recognized a few of them: darkness, destruction, conspiracy, betrayal.

Drogo Kao lay motionless on the black boulder.

Bennero finished chanting and writing, the flames on the fingers of both hands vanished, and the characters that burned in the void slowly disappeared.

"Grand Reverend, can my husband be saved?" asked Daenerys.

"Daenerys, if the Red God wants him back, he'll come back. I'm not worried about Drogo Kao, just give him to the Red God. I'm more worried about you. ”

Benero's words made Daenerys secretly relieved. She stared at Benneiro.

"Daenerys, you're in danger. The Eye of Darkness has its eye on you, and the minions of the Long Night have devised a conspiracy. They worship hypocritical gods in the temple of lies...... Some strangers are not trustworthy, and you should also be wary of some relatives, despicable betrayals always come from your side......"

Archpriest Bennero's eyes swept over the unsightly young guard beside the fake Quentin Martell, intentionally or unintentionally.

This made Quentin, who was disguised as a young guard, break out in a cold sweat. He felt creepy, what Archpriest Bennero said seemed to be aimed at him, how could the priest see through all this?!

"Daenerys, you will experience three betrayals, three unforgettable loves, the Iron Throne is not really your goal, your real goal is in the north of Westeros. In the north, on the Great Wall of Desperation. ”

"I don't understand!" Daenerys frowned.

"Come in with me, and I'll show you the truth in the flames, and an ancient prophecy you won't believe now. Archpriest Bennero walked barefoot through the burning ring of fire, much to the surprise of the others around Daenerys. But Daenerys can do the same, she's a true dragon bloodline, and ordinary flames can't hurt her. This is very similar to that of Archpriest Benneiro.

One after the other, the two entered the side door of the lobby, and through a golden passageway, they entered the personal prayer room of the high priest. The moment their figures disappeared through the door in front of the hall, the young guard, the real Quentin Martell, vaguely heard Varys' name.

It made his heart beat again.

*

Varys was on his way to the city-state of Mill when it was just dawn and he stopped and gave two horses a drink by a stream. He was covered in sweat and scrubbed his body as well.

The free trade city-states of Mill, Rees, and Telosi are where Varys started and where he grew up. Free trade city-states such as Valantis, Pantos, Braavos, and Norfoss have all left the footprints of Varys. He was no stranger to the area.

After running all night last night, he always felt that someone was following him. In order to test his feelings, he also rode his horse into a fork in the road, but there was no follow-up figure. When he returned to the avenue, the feeling of being followed came up again.

Varys is an intelligence expert, and stalking and getting rid of others has been his research for a long time, but this time he can't get rid of the feeling of being followed no matter how much he fights.

He had never missed that feeling before.

But maybe this time it's an exception.

As he washed by the stream, the feeling of being followed came back to him. Varys hurriedly found a place to hide, he tied his horse to one side and hid himself on the other.

If the other party has malicious intentions, with his tracking skills, if he wants to kill him, he will hang up a long time ago.

Two men appeared, his two gladiator guards: the bald gladiator with his tongue cut off and the short, fat short. This short man's fat, to be precise, should be strong.

The two of them rode horses, without the fatigue of walking all night, they were like two iron men, full of energy, and it was estimated that they had good luck when gambling last night.

Varys came out from behind the tree: "It's you!"

The bald head grinned, he lost his tongue, he couldn't speak, and he could only express his happiness with ahhhhh The dwarf laughed, smug at the master he had teased the previous night.

"I was framed. Varys said with a displeased face.

"It doesn't matter!" said the dwarf, who jumped off his horse to drink, and jumped into the creek himself, "My lord, we are your left hand and right hand, and whoever you want to kill, say it, and we will do it." ”

The bald head nodded and gave a thumbs up to Varys.

Varys was completely relieved, and he was much more relieved to have these two gladiators who were not inferior to the Blood Alliance to protect him. The Mills are famous for their carpets and Mill mirrors, and they are not martial themselves, but if they want to kill people, they don't do it themselves, and they hire mercenaries, so Mill is a place where mercenaries are rampant. With two experienced gladiators by his side, he felt like he had several more lives.

Varys was in charge of lighting the fire, and the bald head and the dwarf went hunting. Before the fire could burn, they returned with a wild goat on their backs.

"Where are we going now?" asked the elf.

The bald head skinned the sheep by the stream.

"I want to go back. Varys said.

"Where?"

"Back to Daenerys, she needs me. ”

"Where else do you want to go?"

"Go to the other side of the Narrow Sea and find a guy named Will who saved my life. ”