Chapter 5 Prisoner's Dentures

Coach Wilder was caught.

When the news came, Renly was in his small room, trying to read on his own without the help of his old maester.

Although his vocabulary was insufficient and his reading was somewhat stumbling, he was still able to continue reading the book titled "Ruby and Steel" in his hand.

The book Ruby and Steel tells the story of a group of female warriors outside Westeros who wear rubies on their faces. They are a very strange race. His vocabulary was even stranger, causing Renly serious trouble.

But he still insisted on doing it——

The heraldry he had been studying had basically come to an end after the last lecture. The old bachelor claimed that his knowledge of it was no weaker than that of ordinary bachelors.

If you want to learn other knowledge, you are not yet old enough. In other words, what Renly needs to learn is not something that the old bachelor can teach at will. He has to ask Renly's guardian - that is, the Baratheon family. The current head of the house, Robert Baratheon, agreed.

However, that person was not in the castle at this moment.

So currently the only thing Renly can continue to learn is language. He didn't resist this, after all, he understood that language was also a skill in his "attribute column", and he was obviously very interested in his special golden finger, or the strange abilities that extended from it.

However, when the servant Qiao Mi came to interrupt him, he still subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, then put down the obscure crimson parchment in his hand and repeated what the servant had just said.

"Master Wilder, together with Ser Jon, Ser Norton and Ser Ralph, planned to secretly open the city gate and surrender, but Stannis discovered it?"

"Yes, Master."

The short and fat Qiao Mi nodded quickly: "We mean, yes, they have been imprisoned in the dungeon by Lord Stannis."

Qiao Mi is a brown-haired servant in his forties with a simple face. He is wearing a sleeveless leather jacket and coarse trousers. He is also carrying a cloth basket with a faint fragrance in his hand.

At this time, he put the basket in his hand on the shelf table and said happily: "Lord Stannis also specially ordered the kitchen to bring food to the young master. Look, there are sea pigeon pie, oatcakes, pea porridge, and even There’s also a baked apple!”

As he spoke, he glanced curiously at the black-haired boy who was bowing his head in thought, but did not ask anything - the master of Storm's End was captured, and Master Renly received food. There was obviously a connection between them.

The smell of food wafted away, tempting Renly's already harshly treated stomach to become even hungrier. But at this time, he didn't pay much attention to the food next to him, but thought about the consequences of this information.

Five days have passed since he made the report, and nothing special happened during this period. Renly originally thought that he might be too sensitive, but he didn't want to suddenly learn such news.

In fact, he was not sure that the coach would do something outrageous. He just felt that it was possible, so what he notified was only some more uncertain and scattered information——

[I accidentally overheard the conversation between Captain Gavin and Ser Jon, Ser Norton and Ser Ralph. They seemed to be talking about Stannis. I also heard the words be careful and be vigilant. I think there may be some secrets here, Maester Cressen, and I think you need to know them. 】

…

This is the content on the note. The purpose is to hope that they can be alert to this. At the same time, even if they misunderstand the coach, what he said will not cause him too much trouble.

After all, a gamble, a sneaky meal, or maybe a laziness during patrol can also cause the instructor to be more sneaky.

Just looking at it now...

"I'm going to find Master Cressen. Let's put the food away first." He stood up suddenly and hurried out without waiting for a response, leaving the somewhat dazed servant standing there.

…

The old maester was easy to find; he was old and would not leave his maester's room in the tower, which was only a few steps from Renly's chamber, unless Stannis summoned him.

When he saw the old man, he was sitting behind his desk piecing together a broken parchment map. Renly's visit didn't make him raise his head, but his words contained a hint of smile.

"Stannis blamed me for wasting food on you at first, but it turns out that even children will play an unexpected role at some point."

"I'm going to visit Coach Wilder in the dungeon." Renly said straight to the point, with a serious look on his face.

He obviously couldn't get close to the dungeon on his own, even if he was the third direct son of the Baratheon family.

"Visit?" The old man's hands paused as he puzzled the map. "There is nothing to visit. He is a traitor. He wants to betray us."

"He helped me." Renly said sincerely: "Robert's hounds are very fierce. He helped me fight them off that time."

"Your brother's hunting dogs will only wag their tails when they see you." The old man exposed his lie without raising his head: "Besides, your second brother is not allowed to visit the traitor, not anyone."

"Do you want to eat him?"

When the old man heard this, his hand holding the map couldn't help but tremble. He looked up at Renly, his eyes widened, and his old face seemed to be full of shock.

"Tell me, kid, who told you that?"

"Recently, the food supply has become less and less, and the smell from the kitchen has become very weak. Even the coarse bread eaten by the stable boy is moldy. Not long ago, I heard someone said that we would not be able to survive the next one. moon."

"Who said that?" The old man's words contained seriousness, but Renly did not accept this.

"You want to eat him," he repeated firmly.

"It's just, this..." The old man hesitated, as if he was ashamed of it. However, Renly did not want to force him to continue talking on this topic, because that was not his purpose.

"Take me to see him." The black-haired boy reiterated solemnly. He usually behaved in a swaying and unruly manner, but at this time he rarely showed a hint of edge.

"I want to see him."

The old man was silent for a moment after hearing this, and finally took a deep look at this unusually precocious child.

"Don't worry about the crazy things that traitor may say." He warned, put down the fragments of the map in his hand, picked up the crooked stick leaning on the bookshelf next to him, and took the lead to walk out of the door.

Seeing this, Renly followed the opponent obediently without saying a word.

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The dungeon is located under the tower and can be accessed directly along the building.

As they walked forward, a manservant sweeping the stairs greeted them. Three washerwomen carried a pile of clothes to make way for an old man and a young man. The two Baratheon soldiers guarding the door of the tower walked silently and watched them. Li, a crazy jester named Patchface was jumping around in the courtyard, and suddenly ran away crying after leaving the two of them, which seemed very baffling.

"I'm still not sure whether saving him was the right choice." The old man commented on this, which may also have the purpose of breaking the dull atmosphere.

"The Fool is a wretch. Your uncle never liked him before he died, but Stannis cares about him very much. Yes, even though he doesn't show it, I can feel it. No wonder, alas..."

Renly didn't pay much attention to all this, or even listen carefully to the old man's words. At this time, his mind was basically focused on the upcoming meeting, and he was also full of doubts about it.

I have tried so many times before but failed to find any clues. Can I do it this time? But if you don’t go, you won’t have much chance in the future.

Why does he smell so good?

fragrant……

Do we really need to eat him?

It tastes delicious, it seems to make sense..."

He felt a little nauseous for a moment, so when he saw the target in the dark dungeon face to face, he always felt that he couldn't bear to look at the target. Under the light of the torch, his blue eyes couldn't help but glance at the dirty oil overflowing from his forehead. Sweat.

"Help me! Maester Cressen, help me!"

The former Master of Storm's End cried and howled as soon as he saw the two of them, or rather the old maester, and there were also sounds of begging for mercy coming from several cells next to him, so that the dark dungeon corridor was filled with chaotic noises for a while. .

The old maester did not respond, but held Renly's hand with a little force, as if to signal him to be alert. His other hand held a torch soaked in oil and wrapped in cloth. The dim yellow light illuminated the originally dark place, and also made the originally handsome face in the dirty cage look particularly embarrassed.

"I was just impulsive, and I'm still very hungry - Gods are merciful, Master Cressen, please forgive me!" Coach Wilder, who had fluffy brown hair, held the thick wooden railings of the cage with both hands and knelt there with a snot from his nose. He cried and begged with tears, but only a pair of old eyes full of pity silently responded to him.

So he looked at the other short being staring at him outside the cage.

"Master Renly, go and beg your second brother, tell him not to do this. Tell him - tell him that he doesn't want to become a monster...monster, yes, yes, that's all. ! Go, go! Please, just—"

He stopped abruptly before he finished speaking, because just as he was talking urgently, something suddenly fell out of his mouth and fell into the dirty straw in front of him. Yu made the person involved sound very vague at the end of his words.

Looking down, they seemed to be three dentures embedded in wooden brackets. Under the light of the torch, they exuded a dull light yellow color.

The noise stopped, and the dungeon corridor became a little quiet for a while.

Renly looked at the three dentures in the haystack, then looked at the owner of the dentures, his eyes widening for a moment.

This seemed to make the other party angry, so he stopped begging and instead stood up and cursed loudly.

"Seven Hells, tell the Stranger to capture that damn Stannis! And Robert - yes, especially him, he should have taken me with him! Why should he leave me here to suffer? Hungry! I can obviously go to the battlefield to earn glory, why do you have to face Stannis's hard stone face? Sooner or later, the Mad King will burn you to death! Yes, you still have the nerve to say it! I'm a traitor!"

Obviously, in the face of the cruel reality, this middle-aged knight who was quite arrogant before became a little crazy at this time, or he, who knew his destiny well, was too stimulated.

Then I saw him kneeling down and crying.

"Damn it, old Wilder, why did you have so many sons? So many, it won't be my turn even if my eldest brother dies. Why are you so cruel - why do you want to be the master of Storm's End? I should have become a hedge knight in the first place Yes, there is still a hedge to sleep on, yes, a glorious hedge knight..."

He murmured, crying and laughing, and began to sing a ballad about six girls taking a bath together.

The dungeon of Storm's End was built inside the cliff under the castle, very close to the cave pier at the bottom. The sound of waves and flowing water could be heard faintly, but it did not bring any elegance, but an unbearable smell of the sea and wetness.

Although the lyrics of this song were sweet and beautiful, the tone was full of low loneliness, accompanied by the salty air, and echoed sadly inside and outside the dungeon corridor.

Renly took the opportunity to use the old man's walking stick to pull out the false teeth.