Chapter 62 Transaction

"Renly's army will defeat me in King's Landing, so you asked me to go to Storm's End, and the boy with two swords will chop off his head. This is the first prophecy you mentioned, my lady." Stannis looked at Melisandre expressionlessly. "My subjects and knights all advised me to attack King's Landing."

"Yes, Your Majesty. Light is more than one shadow, just as the Holy Fire showed me, but no matter what, your army's march to Storm's End is the guidance of God, and Renly will definitely lose."

"I hope your Lord of Light did not lie to me."

After Melisandre came out of the hall, she stepped out of the castle and headed towards the military camp.

Cole was returning from patrol at this time, and Camillo, who was stationed in the camp, came up to help him take off his armor, "You are an adjutant, not my subordinate, Camillo."

He just laughed, "My lord, I heard that the adjutants of the maesters are responsible for taking care of their daily lives. I think the knights must be the same."

After a few days of getting along, Camillo has restored his original attitude. After all, Cole is not an overbearing dignitary. Of course, no one in the camp dared to really provoke him. They saw that guy being killed by Cole with a sword two days ago.

The boy tied up a prostitute and was discovered by Cole on patrol. It was not enough to just take the prostitute for free, but the attack was extremely vicious. When Cole and his men found the woman, they were already breathing more and breathing less. Stannis had originally banned prostitutes from moving around in the camp, and even the entire Dragonstone Island banned this kind of business.

No matter how the man begged for mercy, Cole did not turn a deaf ear to him and stepped forward with his sword. The boy even drew his sword to resist, but Cole slapped him away with a sword, and then pierced his throat with a short blade.

The momentum he showed at that time completely shocked the recruits.

"My lord, Joser got a fat cow and is roasting it, waiting for you to come back." Camillo said to Cole after taking off his armor.

Cole was a little curious, "Fat beef? How did you get it?"

"Hey, you know how clever Jose's hands are. He won the bet with the mercenaries next door."

Josse is a senior gambler. It is said that when he was caught in the military camp, he was still betting with others, but he was caught by everyone. Now he is all under Cole's hands.

"Would the mercenaries bet so much?" Cole pulled out his gloves.

"We bet on armor. They were so angry that they lost two sets. But they couldn't get enough, so they gave us the fat beef they just got. It's a good cow. I saw it sizzling. I heard that the mercenaries raised a lot of money to buy it."

"Be it gambling, don't make people angry."

There is no need to think about it. It must be these scumbags who set a trap for the mercenaries. The profession of mercenaries is to muddle through. It is normal to raise money to buy beef to eat. After all, they are going to the battlefield.

"We brought more than a dozen brothers to get the beef." Camilo smiled.

This cow is considered private property, and Cole will not ask them to share the cow with everyone in the team.

"Go buy some wine from the merchant." Cole handed him a few silver deer.

"Okay." Camilo took the silver deer and ran out.

Cole walked towards Jose's camp. On the fire, a crackling cow was roasted with a thick wood pierced through the whole body and roasted on the flame.

"Oh, Lord Cole." Jose got up quickly.

"I heard that you brought a fat cow here." Cole smiled and took a look at the roasted cow.

"I'm waiting for you. I've left a good place for you."

He brought a roasted black sausage and presented it to Cole as if to ask for credit. "My Lord, I roasted it for you and sprinkled it with salt."

Cole took it and took a look. Wow, it's really a good thing. The cow's stuff is really big, but he couldn't eat it. "I can't use it. Leave it to Camilo."

Jose was stunned. Isn't it said that noble lords like this stuff?

"Let me cook for you myself, and show you how to grill beef." Cole put the bullwhip back to the grill.

"Then we'll have a treat." Camillo came over with a glass of wine.

Cole cut the beef with a knife, and then stuffed a bunch of strange grass into it. These things were impossible to swallow if they were chewed individually, but they were very good as seasonings, at least making the beef taste less monotonous.

A cow was roasted from afternoon to night, and they ate the beef while roasting it, and it was a real treat with beer.

Cole didn't feast with them for too long, and he left after he had enough.

Such an unserious military camp is the norm. For a group of people who are about to risk their lives, why can't they eat and drink? They are about to go to war, so can't they enjoy themselves? Didn't you see that the nobles also enjoyed singing, dancing and drinking?

"Sir, there is a man dressed as a priest looking for you." Camillo found Cole who was sitting by another fire. After returning from patrol every day, he would walk among the crowds one by one. In the past, Camillo would follow him, but today, the roasted beef must have tasted too delicious. Look, there is still oil stains around his mouth.

Cole would listen to their stories and share his own experiences. This was learned from Maester Aemon.

That's why Cole got so familiar with these people in just a few days.

Anyway, Cole's impression of this civilian army is that they don't talk much, but they are kind and knowledgeable. But when it comes to killing people, it's another look.

"Priest?" Cole didn't remember what priest he knew. Then, with his head full of doubts, he saw a woman in a red robe. She was wrapped in a red robe, and her graceful figure was revealed. There was a huge red gem on her chest, a head of flaming hair, and her eyes were indifferent and motionless, looking a little cold.

Cole had a rough guess in his heart when he saw the red robe.

"Sir Cole?" She smiled softly.

Cole just looked at her fearfully, "Of course, what do you want?"

"Maybe we can talk."

Cole shook his head. He was actually a little scared of this kind of person. Who knows what she knows? What if the King of Light let her see his white dragon?

Cole didn't want to know what her purpose was.

"I don't know you, ma'am. And I advise you to stay away from here. I just executed a rapist the day before yesterday."

She just smiled mysteriously.

"I brought the king's order."

Colton paused and said, "If His Majesty Stannis gives the order, a herald will come with the banner of the crowned stag."

She actually took out a banner from under her sleeve. Cole was speechless for a moment, and cursed in his heart: TNND, how could Stannis hand the banner to a woman.

It's not that Cole has any prejudice against women, but that this era is full of prejudice against women.

I don't know if it's Cole who has such doubts. The princes and knights are also full of doubts and dissatisfaction. After all, letting a red-robed priestess be the flag officer is simply rubbing their faces on the ground.

"Then, my Lord Flag Officer, what orders did His Majesty give me?"

She glanced at Camillo behind Cole.

Waving Camillo away, Cole looked directly at Melisandre, "Is it okay now?"

She rubbed her delicate hands and walked slowly, "You are not loyal to the king, sir."

Melisandre's tone was questioning.

"Of course, I have never sworn allegiance to anyone." Cole accepted it frankly.

"It seems that you are a person who values ​​oaths, and our king also values ​​oaths. You are the same kind of people." She suddenly reached out and stroked Cole's face, "The son of prophecy will not fight alone, he needs your help."

Cole was stunned for a moment, then slapped his hand away, "Watch your behavior, ma'am. I don't believe in your so-called King of Light at all. Since he wants to save the world and save the people, then he can go. I will stay away, but please don't implicate me."

Hearing this, Melisandre laughed instead of being angry. "The lost lamb will eventually step into the arms of God."

The two walked to a torch, she stared at the flames in a trance, and then said in a soft voice, "Look at this flame, child. What do you see?"

Cole stared at the flames, and in a straw tent, a bloodstained dragon egg was placed in a man's arms, and there was a woman crying.

"You have the scent of blood magic, although it has faded." Melisandre whispered in his ear. "This is a curse, caused by the blood of the closest relatives."

Cole thought of his memorable dreams.

"I have had some strange dreams."

Melisandre narrowed her eyes slightly, "What kind of dream?"

"A scale, I stand on one side of the scale, and on the other side is a Pegasus, with a long-braided man on his back."

Cole's heart trembled, and he realized that he had fallen into her trap. It seems that she used these means to attract a large number of believers, known as the "Queen's Party".

"Priest of the Lord of Light, what do you want? It's a waste of time on me. It's better to let the Lord of Light predict more about His Majesty Stannis, and it's best to let him win this battle."

"He will win. He is the true son of prophecy. It was destined from the moment he pulled out the sword of light that he would lead the world to break the long night."

"The messenger of light?" Cole smiled slightly, "I know who the enemy your god is talking about? The warriors who resist the white walkers are on the Wall. You should go there to find your savior."

Melisandre's eyes flashed with a trace of helplessness. Cole's words were beyond her expectations. But she still firmly believed in her interpretation of the prophecy. Stannis was the son of prophecy.

"I can avenge you and track down the person who cast blood magic on you." Melisandre finally stated her purpose.

"What do I need to pay?"

"Offer your loyalty to His Majesty the King and win this battle for him."

Cole couldn't help but laugh, "How can you be sure that I can let him win? I don't think I have such great ability. If one person can lead the victory on the battlefield, then what are these soldiers for? You might as well use your magic to help us win."

While speaking, Cole carefully stared at the expression on her face. You know, Renly was killed by her magic, and it is very likely that it was the blood magic she is talking about now, and it was with the help of Stannis's blood.

Melisandre's face was normal, without any ripples.

"Tell me how to prevent magic, I can try my best, but there are some things I can't do alone, I need you to convince His Majesty Stannis." Cole suddenly said seriously.

"Okay."

"Then happy cooperation."