Chapter 195: Ringol's Expedition (Seventeen) Betrayal

Leaving Harrenhal and heading north, crossing the Trident River, is the fork of the King's Road. After crossing the river, it branches off to the Blood Gate. It is also the most important road in and out of the valley. The other main road is Go all the way north, through the wet and muddy Neck, all the way to Winterfell.

While Ringol and the others were still watching the battle, no one noticed that the downed "Hyena" Kane quietly left the competition ground.

"Hyena, let me go, I was wrong!" Old James looked at "Hyena" Kane who suddenly appeared in front of him in horror. "How could you possibly do that? I know it clearly."

"You obviously ran away a long time ago, right." Kane turned the sword carelessly. "It's a pity that even if you took that silly boy's purse, you still didn't catch the boat crossing the river." He glanced at Old James' waist: "You should have seen what was in that purse, right? ”

"You" Old James's heart was trembling now. Of course he knew what was in that money bag. It was not money at all, but half a bag of stones. "You're not a hyena, who are you?"

"Do you know who the boy with black hair and green eyes is that we are following?"

Kane Mulder did not answer Old James's question, but drew the long sword from his waist. The long sword gently patted the old knight's face. The old knight was a little confused, but what occupied his heart more was fear. This was nothing like the Kane Mulder he knew.

He should have realized it.

"It has nothing to do with us that he is a prince." Old James also became hardened at this time. He was only curious about who the man in front of him was. He could hide it from the eyes of an old hired knight. You know, the one in Albin When the boy was born, he and Kane Mulder were already partners, and they were only not together during the Dance of Dragons. "Who are you anyway?"

"I am a hyena." Kane smiled: "I am Kane Mulder." He stepped on old James' chest, and the long sword moved horizontally, slowly moving to the old knight's throat. "So, aren't you curious who that kid is?"

"Seven hells." Old James wanted to spit at the man viciously, but in the end he found that he couldn't spit at all: "What does it have to do with us who he is? You can't be a hyena."

Kane Mulder shrugged nonchalantly. "At least I am Cairn Mulder now, and that is enough. Old Scar, do you want to live? In other words, do you want to live as a lord, not a Hisham, or a wandering knight sleeping by the hedge? Can you survive with your identity?”

Kane Mulder retracted his sword and his feet. Old James immediately got up from the ground. He looked at his horse that fell to the ground with some fear.

His only war horse has left him. This Kane Mulder killed his own horse using a method he could not imagine.

He didn't even see clearly how Kane made the move.

"What do you mean?" To be honest, Old James was really moved just now. Becoming a lord was his lifelong dream. He worked hard just for a piece of land where he could live, and preferably a castle.

"No rush." ​​Kane did not answer his question directly. "Are you afraid of dragons?"

James was a little confused. What does this have to do with what they are discussing now? But he nodded obediently, indicating that he was indeed afraid of dragons.

"No wonder, after all, you experienced the Battle of the Red Fork River. Let's put it this way, that boy is the son of Prince Longzel Vareses, the owner of Bronze Fury."

"Impossible!" Old James almost jumped up. How could that black-haired boy be the son of Prince Dragonzel Varese? That was the lofty Dragon King, a god with silver hair and purple eyes. How could he give birth to a black-haired boy? A son with blue eyes? "Isn't he an illegitimate son of the Tully family?"

"Shh~" Kane quietly made a shut-up gesture. "It's simple, because you and I will die later," he said flatly.

Old James was even more confused. The mysterious guy who just promised to give him land was now saying that they would all die.

How can a dead person get land?

"Jaime Hisham and Kane Mulder will both die." Kane said: "And you will go to the South with a new identity and a new face to obtain a piece of land, if you cooperate with us."

"You want to kill someone?" James immediately pointed at himself: "You mean us? Impossible, impossible, you have also seen that person." He thought about how to call Ringol, and finally accepted Kane's statement. : "Prince, I know his martial arts. Ten, ah, no, twenty. I am no match for him."

"Did I say I wanted to kill someone?" Kane smiled and patted the old knight's wrinkled face again: "He is my master, how could I kill him."

"Why are you telling me this?" James suddenly became frightened. As an experienced old mercenary knight, he knew very well that the more he knew, the faster he would die.

"Because Jaime Hisham is going to die." Kane shook his head: "The interior of Westeros is too safe, and His Highness the Prince could not find a suitable opportunity to teach His Highness Ringol a real lesson, so I just I can find you."

"What about Albin?" Although James had an indescribable feeling when he heard the news that he was going to die, he still accepted it. Although he was left with a deep psychological shadow by Long Zell, what was amazing was that , he became one of the large number of people who worshiped Long Zell after the Dance of the Blood Dragons, so he subconsciously believed in Kane's promise.

Prince Longzell’s people cannot possibly lie to me.

"Albin? He is too young. It is impossible for a child who grew up in Summer and Peace to fulfill His Highness's requirements." Kane shook his head: "And that child is very important. My Mulder is fake. As a The Mulder family, the ancestor king of the king of rivers and hills, has been completely destroyed, but the blood of another river king flows in the veins of that child. "

Kane Mulder's lips opened in a strange arc: "When His Highness Ringol goes to the North, his blood will help His Highness."

"What do you mean?" James' hands were shaking a little. He always felt that he heard too many things that he shouldn't have heard.

"Albin River, his real name is Albin Fairman." Kane Mulder said with a smile: "His childhood was not what he remembered. His father was the former member of the Fairman family. The descendants of this branch, after the demise of the Fairmen dynasty, their family, which had long been reduced to civilians, no longer had status or anything else, but there is no doubt that his bloodline can indeed be traced back to Benedick. Fair Man, if we just talk about his bloodline, he is purer than the Lucifer Fair Man four hundred years ago."

Kane continued in a voice that only he could hear: "The blood of the kings of the First Men."

"Ah, by the way, I forgot that you really shouldn't know so much. Don't worry, when you wake up with a new identity and inherit the land promised by the prince, you won't remember these things."

"Do I still have a chance to refuse?"

Kane shook his head: "Unfortunately, no."

James gritted his teeth: "Okay, I will listen to you. Tell me, where is the land you promised me?"

"A small castle in Dustonbury." Kane did not hide his price: "I will give you a war horse as compensation now. After you die, someone will give your territory a sum of money that is enough to sustain your life. Golden Dragon, when you wake up, you will be a vassal of Count Luca Strong."

Kane looked at the old knight in front of him with a smile: "Don't worry, don't worry, that castle has three villages and four mills under its jurisdiction, and it is spacious enough."

The price immediately impressed James.

Isn't it just death once? With Kane's guarantee, Old James believed that he could fulfill his long-cherished wish.

"My lord, do I need to do anything?" "The Neck needs someone to lead the way." Kane said calmly: "The wildlings in the valley have been killed miserably recently. Duke Joffrey Arryn summoned an army to annihilate the people in the Bright Moon Mountains. The wildlings, this time Duke Joffrey was ruthless, he even sought help from Lord Joffrey Velaryon, these wildlings are now having a very difficult time under the attack of iron cans and dragon flames, so some The savages fled to the Neck, and the people of the Neck were no good people."

He looked at the old knight with a smile: "Do you understand what I mean?"

James instantly understood what Kane meant, but couldn't help but shudder in his heart. The reason was very simple. He had done similar things with the real Kane. They had secretly colluded with the robber knights in the West to bring down the enemy. The caravans would lead into encirclements, and then kill people, steal goods, and divide the money, but they rarely did this.

It's not worth it after all.

This also shows one thing, this fake Kane actually knows so many things.

Who is he?

"You don't have to wonder who someone is."

"Kane Mulder" suddenly grinned, and his head gradually tilted down. His facial features gradually melted like mud, and drops of flesh-colored liquid flowed on his face that could no longer see any traces, but it could not fall down. The two eyeballs had no support and slipped directly out of their sockets, with something bloody behind them.

"Someone can be anyone."

The melted face suddenly retracted as if pinching a piece of mud, and the flesh-colored liquid swam freely on the face, sometimes it was Albin, sometimes it was Rhaegon, sometimes it was Alarion, sometimes it was James himself, At times a comely young man, and finally back in the face of Kane Mulder.

"You are you." The old knight immediately understood the identity of this fake Kane. As an old hired knight who had traveled north and south for many years, Old James was familiar with the songs sung by various bards and the legends from various places. Naturally, he They learned about this organization that they couldn't afford to offend from those big-mouthed guys.

The faceless one.

"So, don't talk too much, don't ask too many questions, just go back." Kane said with a smile: "Lead the way for His Highness Lingol, and I will cooperate with you."

"Yes, yes."

Old James didn't know whether to be scared or excited.

He could only pack up his clothes and mount the horse brought by Kane.

Only Lei Gen discovered that James was missing, but when he saw old James coming back with wine covered in dust, he didn't ask any more questions. After all, they were just temporary companions, although they were very loyal and dedicated.

But except for that silly boy Albin, Kane and James, to be honest, Reigen didn't trust them very much.

As for Ringol, he didn't care whether these people were trustworthy or not. What he cared about was whether these people could fulfill his requirements.

Kane and James can complete the work of guides very well, and he has never been stingy with rewards. Although Albin has some impulsiveness unique to young people, he has been wandering as a wandering knight for several years, so he can actually do a lot of things. Very good too.

Merits will be rewarded.

Anyone who commits a crime must be punished.

This is Ringol's code.

The tourney at Harrenhal came to an end quickly.

Ringol and the others also embarked on their journey again.

Just when they arrived at the end of the Kings Road at the Trident Plain after almost half a month of trekking.

The distant Old Town.

This dilapidated city, once the second largest city in Westeros, is no longer as clean and rich as it was in the past, but because of its special location at the mouth of the Mead River, it is still the most important port in the Reach. Unfortunately, the royal stewards sent here by Jacaerys and Daemon were all waste and blood-sucking termites. They enjoyed bribes from merchants and pirates, but did not manage the city carefully.

So now the Old Town has become a paradise for merchants to smuggle.

A merchant ship slowly left the port, full of grain, luxury goods, and wine produced in abundance in the Reach, and also a few people.

A few guys with silver hair and purple eyes.

"Are you sure there is a Targaryen with a dragon living on that island?"

An older silver-haired man nodded: "I can guarantee that there is a Targaryen who has been deprived of his identity living on that island. In any case, he has dragon blood flowing in his body."

"And he has a dragon, although the dragon is not with him." A well-dressed guy said slowly.

"There is a green dragon in the dragon cave in King's Landing, which was hatched from his dragon egg, but the Targaryen in King's Landing denied his right to inherit the dragon."

"So why are we going there now?" The silver-haired young man with the highest status said somewhat puzzledly: "To anger the silver dragon that is close at hand? If we are for blood, then the people on this ship should be our daughters or sisters, not us men. If we are for dragons, what is a guy without a dragon worth for us to do?"

"It is worth us to win him over, and it is worth us to tell him his story, my lord."

A Targaryen without a dragon is useless, but a Targaryen who knows that he should have a dragon is of immeasurable value.

This is the purpose of their trip to Gray Island.

"Sir, if he has ambitions, we will help him. Aren't we bringing enough girls? If he has no ambitions, we can still complete our plan." The silver-haired man said coldly.

"For the dragon blood."

There will be another chapter later. This week has been too busy three times.