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The old shackles were opened by the keys in their mouths, and the tight bonds on their wrists disappeared, revealing the congested skin inside.

Waving his hand to remove the shackles, Charle stood up and sighed softly.

The dark and humid environment around was still the same, but Charle's mentality had become very different at this time. As the pressure disappeared, it seemed that the mice living in the corner were so cute.

"It seems that you have to rely on others less in the future. You look quite steady, but in fact it is not reliable at all."

"What exactly is that twisted gap?"

He muttered to himself, and his eyes couldn't help but look at the ground ahead.

’The place where the bandage man “disappeared” was very close to him. In fact, the key he had just relied on to open the shackles was made out of the cloak.

At this time, in addition to some trivial objects, there were also dirty rags.

Or, bandage.

[Salvato's shroud, which can prevent the dissipation of spirituality, and wrap it can make the spirit substantial]

【It is full of unknowns, its former owner has just encountered misfortune】

It seems to be a good thing?

Charles casually clumped the thing into a ball and stuffed it into his pocket, and looked at the other items left by the bandage man.

A book without a name, a dark purple crystal, a red rope, and a silver key.

【Records some legends and stories about Necromancers, which seem worthless】

【Amethyst containing unknown energy, it is very ancient, it may be a scattered part of a certain item】

【The red rope full of resentment, unknown function】

【The key to opening a certain gate may contain special magical power, and it is made of Misinian】

...

These things look full of secrets, but they are not helpful to his current situation

After picking up the things one by one, Charles stood up and glanced around him.

There is nothing to pay attention to in this place. He had already looked at it while he was "tied". In fact, the situation here can be seen clearly at a glance.

So he left this very happily.

When you open the prison door, you can see a long corridor extending to the dark side to both sides, with the ceiling above you gray and black covered with water vapor, and there are dirty and simple prison cells on both sides of the corridor.

The uninterrupted barking of dogs in my ears came from a cell not far away.

"What's the matter with a dog?"

He was secretly confused, but Charles didn't care much, but began to find Connie's existence.

The bandage man said that this place is separated from the entire kingdom from the Sea of ​​Poison Dragons. Although his words may not be credible, they are of some reference value.

So no matter where this place is, it is always a strange place.

"It's a pity that the bandage failed to take over the body without any memory, otherwise he wouldn't have been blinded like this..."

"Why is this happening? Because it's not me who took over the body, but the scapegoat?"

"Same as last time? Will it also emerge through dreams?"

Thinking secretly, Charles kept scanning the surroundings.

No matter what, at this time, I will find Connie first. After all, I can be considered half of my own.

In fact, this is very simple. He discovered Connie's existence in the fifth room on his left hand in his cell.

Unlike Charles before, this person was not bound, but fell into a coma, and now he was lying in the haystack in the cell with his eyes closed.

Charles glanced around him and was about to go in and wake her up, but he hesitated just after he opened the prison door.

He looked down at his attribute bar, and the damaged state marked behind the ghost mask made him hesitate.

Although it feels unlikely, what if Connie wakes up and finds something abnormal?

Charles had little understanding of the church's methods, so he could not guarantee that such a thing would happen.

So he turned back to the cell where he had just been.

He decided to enter the world of ice and fire first, repair the mask, and then wake Connie up.

Anyway, it was just a "moment" matter, and he had nothing to worry about.

Moreover, there are still many problems in the world of ice and fire that need to be studied thoroughly, which seems to be more urgent than here.

"It's annoying to just hurry on the road."

Thinking of this, he summoned the shuttle door and crawled in.

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Song of Ice and Fire, King's Landing.

The green sea of ​​fire, full of tranquility and brilliance, burned for a whole day and night.

The King's Landing Fishermen's Square, the Shoemaker's Square, the Harbor, the St. Belle Cathedral, the stinky ditches all over the world... Everything was burned.

The wildfire even crossed the high walls, burning out the Knights' Competition Field outside the city and the fish market near the tributary of the Blackwater Bay.

After the survivors slowly walked out of the land of "being favored by God", all they could see was scorched earth and architectural ruins.

The pungent smell of smoke was pungent, and the curling blue smoke slowly rose from the surrounding ruins, spreading over the entire city ruins, forming a dark smoke.

Everything that was once extremely familiar was destroyed. At this moment, there were only ruins, ruins, scorched earth.

The ruins are low and broken, the scorched earth is solidified and black. At first glance, the slightly broken city wall at the end of the sight is clearly visible.

The people who originally lived here seemed to live in a maze, but now they have become a vast and deserted place.

"Thanks to the gods."

Someone murmured, looking back at his house, looking glad, but more so, they were crying sadly.

Although they survived this disaster, everything in their lives seemed to have been burned with the fire.

The cruel, dirty, but used to it has been burned, and all the things that depend on for survival have disappeared.

There is no excess food, no excess clothing, no boats, no arable land, no shops or merchants...even if they survive, what should they do?

King's Landing, the capital city originally in the center of Westeros, has turned into a piece of garbage at this time!

The surviving southern nobles in the Red Fort abandoned this and hurriedly left the place after they found that the flames were extinguished. They were afraid that the enemies around King Lin would take the opportunity to kill them, so they didn't care about the bold words they said to the people in the city when they entered the city.

The nobles in the south can leave because their nests are not here, but where can they, the native kings, go?

Wars are everywhere, so how is the so-called place of peace of mind?

No one has an answer.

A ruin, a daze.

...

At the same time, the sparrows in gray robe also walked out of the yard, and everything in front of them made them half glad and half shocked.

"It must be blessed by the Seven Gods."

"The seventh level hell will favor the cruel murderer, yes, bastard, I wish him to go to hell soon!!"

"Gods, why are there such cruel people?"

...

"What now? What should we do?"

"Which king should we ask for help?"

"Will there be a king help us? It should..."

The sparrows were talking, looking at their leader without a trace. However, the old monk did not respond at this time, but instead looked at the ruins of the city without saying a word.

After a while, under the stare of all the sparrows, he said, "The gods saved us not to let us serve those decaying kings again."

He said, bent down and picked up a burnt spear at his feet.

Although the metal surface of the spear was burned black under the wildfire, it was still possible to see the sharpness of the past when wiped off with your hands.
Chapter completed!