Chapter 210 No More Words Needed
The night breeze blows in through the open door of the hall, dispelling the stuffy air inside many halls due to too many people, and also makes the circle of candles on the iron chandelier at the top of the ceiling sway with light.
The crowd surrounding the hall is quite dense, and the shadows reflected on the ground gather together, as if they have turned into a huge shadow monster. Now they are crouching quietly, staring at the few red people surrounded in the center. Robe exists.
"I am just following Miss Tara's instructions to provide her with this magic potion, Lord Earl." The four red-robed monks were pushed down and kneeled in the center of the hall, facing the bald nobleman sitting on the lord's chair on the steps in front. One of them spoke calmly and calmly.
"Just like when you hired us to treat your son, this is just a special service."
"My daughter is less than ten years old, so you bypass me to serve her?" Earl Tully, who was sitting on the lord's chair, sneered after hearing this: "You can quibble, Sawick, you can quibble all you want, but you lied The more you do, the less painful your death will be."
"This is no lie, my lord."
Faced with the threat, the red-robed monk remained calm: "Maybe this is indeed a lack of consideration on our part, but -"
He was interrupted before he finished speaking, because Earl Tully had already motioned to the soldiers on the side to feed him the bottle of wine, but Renly, who had been maintaining an observation posture at this time, suddenly made a suggestion.
"Wait a minute, Lord Tully. He is the leader and knows more. It is best to let others drink this bottle of wine first, and at the same time-"
As he spoke, he stepped closer and took a look, then raised his hand and pulled off all the necklaces from the necks of the red-robed monks. As a result, the expressions of the previously calm red-robed monks suddenly changed, and then they faced each other. As the bottle of wine approached, one of the red-robed monks shouted in panic.
"Wait - wait, I confess, I say! This is poison, not some magic potion, this is the poison we are going to use to assassinate Renly!"
These words caused the crowd of onlookers to fall into an uproar. The leader of the red-robed monk directly cursed and struggled vigorously, looking very angry when facing such a happy "betrayal" by his companions.
"What's the purpose?"
In the noisy environment, Lord Tully, who was sitting on the lord's chair, asked with an angry look on his face: "Why do you want to assassinate Lord Renly?"
The conversation at the banquet not long ago made him have a great impression of Renly, a young man. That was all. He had a special status. If he really died in his own home, it would definitely cause a lot of trouble. In this case, what should he do? not angry?
"He once killed one of our companions!" the confessing red-robed monk shouted: "He and his knights once killed -"
"He is lying, Lord Earl, please let him drink it." Renly suddenly spoke again. Although Earl Tully felt strange when he heard this, he did not hesitate much. After waving his hand, the soldier ignored that The red-robed monk was struggling in fear as he forcefully poured the wine in his hand into the other person's mouth.
The other red-robed monks all turned pale when faced with this, and what happened next shocked everyone present.
The red-robed monk who had been given several large gulps of "wine" fell to the ground, coughing and his face was in pain. But after a while, he stood up with his skin flushed. He was breathing heavily, and he couldn't help but look at the crowd in horror. There are several female figures among them.
At first, he could stay awake and tremble on the spot, but gradually, as time passed, he seemed to be unable to bear it and began to struggle under the restraints of the soldiers. There was saliva flowing down from his mouth, and his eyes were filled with lustful and evil emotions. Violent, the original reason is becoming increasingly scarce, and the instinctive animal desires in the body quickly take over.
In the end, the red-robed monk who originally had a certain demeanor as a magician turned into a yelling and struggling "beast", trying to throw himself down and run towards a certain woman in the crowd!
The two soldiers tried their best to pull him, but gradually they could no longer hold on. A super strength seemed to be growing in the other person, which was far from ordinary, so more soldiers rushed forward and threw him to the ground.
The messy hall became increasingly noisy, and someone whispered something that expressed the thoughts of everyone present.
"What a powerful aphrodisiac."
…
The monk has lost all his mind, but his strength is astonishing. In this case...
Watching all this, the first Earl Tully looked gloomy, his hands holding the chair clenched into fists, veins popping out.
He couldn't imagine what would happen to his daughter if she really asked Renly to drink this stuff, was she seriously injured? Seems like the mildest of consequences.
"As expected, this potion will take effect for a long time." A calm word came from beside him. Looking sideways, the black-haired young knight standing there was squinting at the roaring beast in the center of the hall, his face His expression was as calm as if it had nothing to do with him.
"Then I will obviously become a rapist who rapes him to death." He said, looking sideways at the bald middle-aged man with an angry look on his face.
"And you, Lord Tully, even if you feel something is wrong afterwards, you are unlikely to let me go. At least, you will imprison me in the dungeon of Horn Hill and then negotiate with my brother. If it is serious, You will kill me directly to take revenge."
"What do you want to say?"
Lord Earl asked in a cold voice. Not at Renly, but he was furious at the moment.
"Even if you don't kill me, they will probably let me die in the dungeons of Horn Hill." Renly said, turning back to look at the remaining three red-robed monks, and found that the leader was breaking out in a cold sweat. Staring at himself, he had obviously heard these words.
"Then, there will be rumors outside that you killed your enemy because you wanted to avenge your daughter, but you killed his brother without the king's consent. There has not been any trial. What will the king think? Will he believe your words? ? In this case, will he recruit you to fight in King's Landing? If so, will you go? Do you think that you once defeated the young king on the Iron Throne, and will he have a new hatred? Let's settle the score together? If your Tyrell lord agrees, what will the common people of the Reach think? Your reputation in the Reach is very high. , your daughter died tragically, and you are on the right side. Many people present can testify to this, but will the king believe it? How should the king deal with this matter? how to choose?"
This series of words were uncertain, but Earl Tully suddenly calmed down after hearing this. Then he stared thoughtfully at the three figures in red robes, only to find that the black-haired young man was also walking at this time. Walk towards where they are.
"You want to disrupt the situation in Westeros? What is your purpose?"
Earl Tully heard the young man ask. The red-robed monks did not speak, but then the young man spoke again.
"Who are you commanding? A red-robed monk who is higher than you? Well, that's true, then who is commanding that one? God? No, isn't it? Who is that? Among the nine free trade cities An ambitious ruler? Which Duke of the Seven Kingdoms? Or... maybe one of the escaped Targaryens?"
The leader, the red-robed monk, stared at the handsome young man squatting in front of him with horror on his face, staring at him as he opened and closed his mouth and spoke a series of guesses. Even though he didn't say anything, the other man was getting closer and closer to the truth. .
"You serve the Targaryens." He nodded affirmatively at the end.
"But why? As far as I know, the remaining Targaryens—wait, don't worry about that for now."
"Now tell me, do you have any other accomplices?"
