Luce Burton's face was as calm as water, and his voice was soft, like the breath of a Qianqian woman: "Bran, Daenerys Targaryen once lived here?"

"Daenerys Targaryen and Viserys Targaryen both grew up here until Sir William Darey died of illness. Bran sat in a wheelchair with a serene face. He looked around the courtyard and looked at everything very carefully, as if he had lived here before.

The little demon Tyrion Lannister lit the brazier: "Bran, I believe you are precise about the past, because the past cannot be changed, and I don't think you have a chance of winning for the future." ”

"Half-human, do you doubt the omniscient prophet, when I took Winterfell, if the prophet had helped, I would have ambushed Robb Stark in the grave of the ancestors. Ramss Burton, after seeing Bran's 'omniscience', admired Bran to the point of 'superstition', and licked his lips, "When I peel off Robb Stark's human skin and hang it, Winterfell is still the Burton family." ”

What has happened is certainly known to the Prophet, but there is a lot of uncertainty about the future. The reason why we fled to Braavos is not because of the prophet's poor foresight, but because of the hand of fate. "The little devil is a man who even the gods despise, let alone the prophet," Bran devised to slay the demon mountain in the Dragonstone pit, but was unsuccessful. If Bran knew that he couldn't kill the Demon Mountain, then why would he do such a stupid thing to provoke the Demon Mountain? If he didn't know that he couldn't kill the Demon Mountain, then the Prophet was not sure about what would happen in the future. ”

"The future will change depending on what changes in the present, but some things are certain. Bran Stark looked at the little devil.

The little devil looked at Bran defiantly. Ever since he was forced to board Bran's thief ship, the little devil's sharp mouth and sharp teeth have never stopped targeting Bran, but Bran has never been angry. Luce Burton admired the little devil's tongue like an outsider, and Rams Burton and the two Shad found the more acriminating the little devil's words, the amusing they were.

The little devil said, "Bran, in the future, what can be determined for sure?"

"No matter what the future holds, you're sure you won't be able to grow any taller. The same is true of many things, which have long been determined, there is no doubt about it, half-human. Bran said lightly.

Rams Burton laughed.

Trenee Shad and Sarera Shad both had bright smiles.

Their rhetoric about the height of the little devil always feels good.

In the courtyard, servants were constantly bringing down a lot of supplies from the wagons, including fine wine.

A hundred-man party from the north, led by two knights, guarded the gates and walls of the courtyard. This hundred-man team is the bodyguard of the Luce Bolton family. They had a total of three hundred-man teams. After Rams Burton's defeat in Winterfell, the remnants of the 300-man army, led by Rams Burton and Luce Burton, secretly crossed the Narrow Sea and fled to Braavos as mercenaries.

The northern border and the city-state of Braavos are across the sea, and it is the closest city-state by sea.

In the entire Bolton family, there are only three centuriens left.

Luce and Rams hope to return to the North by finding their Three-Eyed Raven on their own initiative, replacing House Stark as Lord of the North once again.

The little devil shrugged his shoulders: "Okay, I'm tired from the journey, I'm going to take a shower first, and then have a nice drink." ”

"Tyrion, if you still have the energy, maybe you want to go to this place. Bran pulled out a small finger-thick roll of parchment.

The little devil who walked to the door stopped, turned around, walked back, took the paper scroll, opened it, and looked at it under the swaying firelight: "Bran, did you do it on purpose?"

Bran didn't answer.

"Why didn't you say it during the day today?"

Bran said to the servant, "Come into the room." ”

"Yes, sir. ”

The servant pushed the wheelchair, and the group followed, into the hall.

In the courtyard, the little devil was left alone, as well as the servants who came and went, the carriage and supplies.

The little devil looked at the address on the note, shrugged his shoulders, and turned and walked out of the yard.

*

"My lord, this is it. "In the night, the child's eyes were dark and shining.

The little devil pulled out a copper coin, he had never been so shabby. At the height of King's Landing, the tip from the little devil was at least a silver coin. When he was a little more chic, he gave a small bag of gold coins to the women in the women's hospital.

A copper coin with body temperature was placed in the palm of the child's hand, and the child's eyes became brighter, like two small starlight: "Thank you, adult." The child's lingua franca was full of joy and a strong Braavos accent.

This made the little devil smile, he liked the feeling that the child brought to him. The child did not feel that this was a small 'guide' fee, and the child felt that the shorter guy was generous and generous. The child is satisfied, happy, excited, and happy.

The child clenched the copper coin tightly, and ran away with bare feet on the cool stone street.

At night, the visibility of the street is not very high, but the child runs as fast as the wind, as if he has eyes under his feet. For a moment, the little devil was worried that he would fall and bleed on the stone slab.

It wasn't until the child disappeared into the street that the little devil withdrew his gaze.

In front of him was a high wall, a very high wall, made of huge stones. The door is small, half as wide as a normal door. If you are a little older, you have to turn sideways to get in.

The wooden door is edged with iron sheet, which is thick and heavy, and the color of the wooden door is the same as that of the wall. Stand a little farther and be careless, and you won't be able to spot the door here.

The street in the Little Devil Station is not a street to be exact, but a laneway, and above it, there is only a very narrow blue night sky with a few sparse stars hanging on it.

The little devil knocked on the door.

Yes!

Three tones.

Then he stepped away and waited.

After a while, there was no movement.

The little devil stepped forward again, this time with more strength: Woo!

Three tones.

This time, however, the wait was longer, and there was still no movement.

But the sound came down the walls of the alleyway in the silence of the night. Footsteps sounded at the entrance of the alleyway, and three figures appeared.

The little devil stepped forward again, knocked on the door, and clenched his little fist: Bang!

There was still no movement inside the door.

At the mouth of the alleyway, three figures walked in, three tall figures.

The little devil looked back and forth, he was the only one in the alley, and the three figures approached, and they were three young men with fierce eyes. Their faces vary and may come from different ethnic groups.

"Hey!" said one of them, "give me your purse, dwarf." ”

Sou!

Another man drew a dagger: "Did you hear what he said, dwarf?" ”

The other kid walked to the other side of the little devil, blocking the possibility of the little devil escaping from the other side.

The little devil leaned back against the wooden door, his eyes were nervous, but his tone was arrogant: "Hey, big man, hurry up, I advise you not to make trouble." ”

The three men laughed together.

"I'm home, and there's someone in the door that you definitely don't want to see. ”

The man at the head chuckled: "Dwarf, give us the money bag, otherwise, we will do it ourselves." ”

"Then you'll regret it. The man holding the dagger laughed, "We're not just going to take your purse, we're going to strip you naked and throw you in the ditch." ”

"And they were right. The third creature leaned against the stone wall, clasped his hands to his chest, and looked at the ridiculous half-man in comfort.

"Shhhhh

The four of them looked together at the place where the voice came from, it was a guy in a black robe and a hood on his head. His face was also hidden in his hood, and the distance was far away, and at night, the little devil could only see the black outline of the man.

But when the three men saw the figure, it was as if they had been struck hard, and the one with the dagger dropped the weapon and fled, while the other two fled faster than him, like rabbits with arrows.

When the little devil reacted from a cold sweat, the three murderous thugs and the mysterious man in black at the entrance of the alley were gone.

The little devil was determined, and he carried a short sword at his waist, but in order not to anger the three warriors, he restrained himself from drawing his sword. If the other party wants to rob by force, his tactic is to bravely hand over his money bag.

The little devil is not a stingy person, but now, he is really poor. To be honest, the last thing he wanted to do was follow a god-like prophet, he would rather follow the Magic Mountain or Daenerys. For Bran Stark, the boy who has been transformed into a prophet without joy or sorrow, the little devil has no respect or respect.

Dragonstone Island's pit killing plan is the fundamental reason why the little devil looks down on Bran. If the pit killing plan really killed the Magic Mountain, then there is another story. Crucially, Bran Stark still carried out the 'pit killing' plan despite the obvious shortage of wildfire materials, which was a very stupid decision, and the little devil always thought that Bran was not killing the Magic Mountain and its generals, but Daenerys Targaryen.

He thinks he knows more about the Magic Mountain than Bran Stark.

If you can't kill the Demon Mountain, then you must not do it!

Later news confirmed the imp's fears: the Magic Mountain had returned, captured Daenerys, and captured the Dothraki, the pirates of the Stone Steps, and the Wind Blow.

*

The little devil decides to knock on the door one last time and leave if it doesn't open. The night in Braavos, for a half-man, doesn't look friendly.

The little devil's hand was raised, and then he heard the door open.

The narrow door opened, and a tall, cold man stood in front of the little demon. The man had a two-handed sword in his back.

"Hi, Sir Ealing. The little devil laughed eagerly.

Illin Pyne, the captain of the guard of the former Duke of Tywin and the royal magistrate of the later Robert Baratheon I, was cut out of his tongue by the Mad King Elise during the time of the Mad King, so that he could no longer speak. During both the Joffrey and Toman eras, Ealing Pine was a magistrate.

Irin Pyne glared at the little devil as if he didn't know him.

Ilyin had never liked the little devil, and the little devil didn't like him at all. The two despise each other and look down on each other.

"I'm coming to see my brother, and my nephew, my niece. ”

Ilyin didn't answer, he was tall, and he stood in the way of the doorway, and the little devil couldn't get in sideways. The gate is too narrow.

"Please give way, Sir. ”

Ilyin leaned out and scanned both sides of the alleyway, finding no one else.

"I'm alone. ”

Ealing Pine still stared at the little demon suspiciously.

"You suspect I can't get here alone? ”

Ilyin Pine snorted, leaning to the side.

"Thank you, big man. The little devil laughed. Staggered through the narrow door.

Suddenly, it was dark, and it turned out that there was no light in the door, and it was pitch black. Irin Pine closed the door, and the glow behind him vanished, and he couldn't see his fingers.

The little devil reached out and touched it, his tentacles were cold, and he found that there were stone walls on both sides, and the middle aisle could only allow one person to pass through.

"Tsk, this place is really easy to defend and difficult to attack. The little devil praised.

How did Jaime's brain find this place?!

The door of the house, the stone wall, and the passage after the broken door are all considered for safety.

"In a place like this, a sword can stop a team of hundreds!" the little devil laughed.

Eain Pine, who was leading the way, couldn't speak, so naturally he didn't answer.

The two of them walked for a while, and suddenly their eyes opened up, and they came to a very small courtyard, which was surrounded by several small stone towers. One of the stone towers was illuminated.

"Jaime?!" the little devil asked Irin Pyne with the Finger Tower Light.

Illin Pyne didn't say anything, he let the little devil go ahead, and the two went up to the stone tower together, the little devil pushed open the door, and saw a simple stone house, the room was not decorated, there was a broken carpet in front of the bed, on the bed, half-sitting and half-lying on the bed, this person had a yellow beard on his face, messy, blonde hair was also messy, his cheeks were deep, his face bones were protruding, and his eyes had fallen into his sockets, and he looked like he was seriously ill.

At the head of the bed sat a woman, very familiar, it was Cersei's maid Connie, her eyebrows were beautiful, but her brows were full of melancholy that could not be dissolved.

"Jaime!" the little devil couldn't believe his eyes.

Jaime looked at the little devil with a look of surprise on his face, "Tyrion." His voice was weak.

"You don't have to do this to yourself!" Tyrion ran to the bed, reaching out to stop Jaime from getting up.

"I caught a cold at sea, and then I had a high fever all the time, and it became like this. Jaime chuckled.

"Something to do with Cersei?"

Pain crossed Jaime's eyes, "I know you don't like her, but she's dead, Tyrion. ”

"I don't mean to blame her, she's our sister. Tyrion said.

Jaime glanced at Connie, who got up, saluted the little devil, and walked out and closed the door.

"When did you come to Braavos, and how did you find me?" said Jaime, sitting up, leaning against the wall.

"I came with Bran Stark, and he coerced me. ”

"Oh, Three-Eyed Raven. ”

"Yes, Three-Eyed Raven. ”

"I was also guided by the Three-Eyed Crow to Braavos, where I rented a house and settled down first. ”

Tyrion looked at Jaime, "Whatever you want to do, Jack, you can't do anything when you're not well. ”

"If I'm going to do something, will you help me?" said James, who was weak, but his eyes were still sharp and determined.