The strong sun overhead covers the earth, and the air on the river surface is twisted. The river wind blows on his cheeks, making some soldiers passing through the suspension bridge feel comfortable and gentle.

The shadow of war suddenly faded away with the victory last night, and the few remaining enemies slimly splashed, and then disappeared.

The army from the north occupied Luanhe City. The soldiers who came first opened the city gates and invited one logistics personnel after another into the city. People in different clothes entered one after another, with comfortable behavior. There were bursts of laughter from time to time during conversations with each other.

Charles is also among this group of people.

Although he played a key role in this victory, he could only stay in the rear when he was siege. So after he really suppressed the chaos in the city, he entered the castle built on the river as he is now.

"Luanhe City has two castles, one stands from north to south, and in the center is a bridge across the entire Lucha River. Hundreds of years ago, it was full of wood. Whether the castle or bridge deck, it was not until the Frei family gradually became rich by relying on the bridge crossing fee that it was transformed into a stronger stone."

A fat and fat man with a round face followed him and explained in a rough voice.

This fat man named Wendel Mandalay is the representative of the Mandalay family in Baigang, North. His father is very old and cannot go to the battlefield. Therefore, he and his brother joined the Mandalay family in response to Robb's call. His brother was captured in the previous battle, so now there is only one Mandalay family in the North Army.

Maybe he was disgusted with his size, and the battle last night was not as good as Wendel, so he came late the next morning.

Although he had a round face and a fleshy body, this person had a pretty good personality, spoke gently and behaved politely, and he didn't see anything unusual when chatting with Charles.

In fact, compared with many soldiers, the lords in the northern border were not as afraid of Charles as ordinary people, because they often had contact with them.

When not practicing spells, Charles' words and actions are no different from ordinary young people.

To be honest, most of the lords present are quite old, and their sons may be older than him, and some even their grandsons are similar to him. After contacting each other, the strangeness disappears and they are less afraid of being scared. It is even more impossible for soldiers to dare to say a word.

"The ancestors of the Frei family are very foresighted." Entering the city along the long porch, Charles looked around, and was a little curious about the city.

After coming to this medieval era, he had never seen the castles and buildings of this era several times, and he still maintained a sense of freshness to this retro thing.

His behavior was normal, but the soldiers around him could not remain calm after being swept into his sight. They all looked panic and bowed their heads to avoid him. One soldier even hurriedly, accidentally tripped his left leg to his right leg and fell to the ground on his own, causing people around to laugh.

However, because of someone's existence, the laughter just appeared and they forced it back.

"I'm that scary?" Charles was helpless.

"No, you should not be scared, well, I mean, maybe that soldier is less courageous." Wendel replied a little inhaled.

Anyone could tell that he was a little verbal, but Charles didn't care much about this matter.

Fear is hated, but it is also a sharp sword that penetrates the human mind. Putting on the terrifying cloak of the black wizard, Shire sometimes makes it very convenient to do something.

For example, yesterday's unexpected war...

So after glanced at the soldier who fell to the ground, he continued to rush the road without caring.

The fat man Wendel and he rode into the city together and walked towards the main fort in the city. However, before walking a few steps, Charles was attracted by other things.

A fiery red robe, with curly copper red hair dispersed, and the ruby ​​on his neck showed deep and seductive colors in the sun. Charles felt that this thing was not a simple object, but that it was not his keen eye to recognize the beads, but that there was a prompt before his eyes when he was staring at that thing-

【Ruby full of unknown power】

...

Although the unknown ruby ​​attracts attention, the owner of the ruby ​​completely covers the glow of the treasure.

At this time, she was standing among the crowd, with a dignified expression, her rosy lips opened and closed, and she was talking gently to the people around her.

"My Lord, the King of Light, covers his people with light, and darkness is His whip and sharp blade to punish evil."

"As the servant of the Lord of Light, Sir Charles Corranston came here to save, not destroy. He captured and released the innocent people in this city from Lannister and the savages. He also saved the important ally of your Lord of the Frey family in the capital, Ed Stark, the Duke of the North, and walked out in the dark, bringing the infinite power of the Lord of Light, which is about to extend a good hand to you."

"The so-called black wizard is nothing more than the prejudice of the world against his means, the terrifying lies spread by the enemy, and the cruel test imposed by the evil gods on the messenger of the King of Light."

“…”

A circle of people surrounded her, constantly listening to the story of the woman in the red robe. Occasionally asked questions, the woman in the red robe also answered patiently, with a kind expression but not friendly to the people, and her behavior was inviolable.

This is a perfect charlatan. She knows what attitude to treat whom so that they can accept their words more easily.

At the same time, the background of the times has made 90% of the people in this world completely ignorant and ignorant.

The precious knowledge is in the hands of a few people and is strictly blocked and only the children of their own are allowed to watch.

So in Shire, sometimes I feel that many people in this world always have some "uncomprehensible" ideas.

For example, his scaring behavior a few days ago was a pity. He thought it would be very fulfilling to scare people to pee their pants, but he never thought of scaring those people away.

But that's the truth, absurd and ridiculous, but it really happens.

There is another situation now. In Charles's opinion, some of the words of the woman in the red robe are completely nonsense and fooling people. She is so joking that she is running the train. However, the group of people around her listened very seriously, and some even began to mutter to themselves...

When Charles approached, he encountered the "normal" treatment he hadn't met for a long time and thought he would lose forever.

"Will the messenger bless my mother with health and longevity?" Seeing Char approaching, a three or four-year-old girl in the crowd asked curiously.

Brown hair and blue eyes, a gray skirt, a dirty face, and feet on the dirty ground without shoes to wear, silently telling how poor she was at this time.

At such a young age as her, she still didn't know what fear was, so she seemed extremely brave at this time, which caught Shire off guard.

Looking down at her, then at the young woman holding the girl's little hand, and the "refugees" around him who were both afraid and looking forward to him, Charles rarely said something against his will.

"Yes, I will."

After awkwardly showing a smile at him, he ignored the crowd around him and pulled the woman in red robe out.

Staying away from the crowd, he turned around and looked around, then whispered: "I have been wondering why you insisted on following me. Now I have figured it out. You are trying to use my name to promote your King of Light."

"This is not bad for you." The woman in red robe answered unanimously.

Charbon thought she would defend this, but he looked very righteous, which made him laugh.

"You are so funny. I wish others were afraid that I would be afraid of me so scared of peeing my pants. I don't think there are any benefits when you do this now, but there are many disadvantages."

"Don't you mind your current situation? Being isolated, being feared, being hated..."

"Why should I mind? Fear is a good weapon, and you have seen it, and I'm using it very easily."

"If you don't care about this, why did you pull Ed Stark at that sacrifice?"

"I'm not familiar with others."

"Is this really the case?"

The woman in red robe looked at him quietly, her rosy eyes reflected the young face of Charles.

"The ordinary people never understand your true purpose of acting. They will only see that your methods are dark like the devil in hell. Pulling the guardian of the North, which is at the top of the rights of the seven countries, is equivalent to making an amulet for themselves. What I am right?"

After blinking and looking at each other for a moment, Charles smiled.

"You old aunt, you just love to nourish your brain."

As he said, he changed the subject and said, "When will the messenger of Dragon Stone Island arrive? I've been waiting for him for a long time."

"Maybe you should ask about your amulet."

As if he was a little unhappy because of the title that Charles said, Melisander snorted coldly and left on his own.

“…”

"Are you so stingy to your Lord of Light Messenger?"

Staring at her back, Shire curled his lips, and after standing there for a while, he suddenly smiled, then shook his head and stepped to the fat noble who was waiting not far away.

"That beautiful lady seems a little unhappy?" Wendel asked curiously.

"Yes, I greeted her age, and then she ignored me." Charles nodded, then kicked the Spurs, and was about to continue on the way, but the sudden noise at the gate attracted his attention.

"What are you doing?" The guard shouted loudly, not only him, but everyone around him looked over.

The war has just ended, and many people are very sensitive to accidents.

"Doing manure, sir, the northerners have been besieging the city for too long. There are too many cesspools in our cesspools." The dirty black-haired coachman replied.

"Damage?" The soldier looked at the driver suspiciously, walked to the carriage full of wooden barrels, opened one of the lids, and saw that the dirt was revealed and the stench came to his face; so he retreated with disgust.

"Go quickly and go quickly, don't block the way here!"

"Okay, let's go now."

...

He turned his head and watched all this quietly, and there seemed to be nothing special, but Charles always felt something was wrong.

"A castle built on a river requires leaving the city to remove garbage? Did these medieval people say so hygienic?"

While he was secretly confused, he kept staring at the carriage that was starting to rush, and his eyes suddenly stopped from a certain wooden barrel.

[A smog bucket that has been opened by a special method, there may be someone hidden inside]

The information floated before his eyes, and Shire couldn't help but ponder.

Such a small place, Tibetan?

"Are you sure the dwarf you mentioned has been killed?" He looked at the fat man beside him.

"Of course, Lannister's entire body has been shot into a hedgehog, and his head has been cut off."

As he said, Wendell said with emotion: "I actually admire the Lannister dwarf. It is said that when our soldiers rushed in, his mercenaries pulled him desperately, but he refused to leave. He kept shouting that Lannister never fled without fighting."

"That's it." He nodded thoughtfully, turned around and looked again. He suddenly bared his teeth at the carriage that was about to leave the city.

So, the dung bucket that he suspected shaking, as visible to the naked eye, was shaking.

Charles smiled, but did not intend to pay attention. Instead, he kicked the horse under his crotch and continued to move forward, and the sound of the horse's hooves appeared.
Chapter completed!