Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Chapter 191 The scene in the flames

"Who is the mastermind? Who is behind you?" the interrogator's voice sounded, and the sound of splashing water when the bucket was lifted reached the monk's ears.

The cold water soaked into his clothes again, and under the weak candlelight Brother Walter could even see his hairs standing on end due to the cold.

The person who was interrogating him was hidden in the dark, the candlelight danced, and his face switched back and forth between light and shadow.

Walter shivered, and his trembling body twitched to the scar under his neck. The pain made him grit his teeth and curl up on the ground.

"May the stranger ride on his pale mare and reach the side of the wrongdoer," he whispered, closing his eyes tightly.

Silence enveloped him, and the interrogator's footsteps suddenly sounded and gradually moved away.

Walter opened his eyes with difficulty and looked at the fleeting light in the distance. The closed cell door opened and closed, and the long burgundy hair came into his eyes.

The monk opened his mouth, held his hands on the ground, leaned his upper body against the thick wall behind him, and looked ahead while holding his breath.

"Death is not the privilege of strangers. Everyone ends up as withered bones on the ground, monks of the Seven Gods." The woman's voice came over, and the red-robed woman raised the torch, and her gorgeous face appeared in the dark dungeon.

"Damn heretic!" Walter's shrill voice resounded through the dungeon, causing an echo. "I curse you. I curse you to be crushed into ashes after death. I curse you to fall into the seven levels of hell and never recover!"

Melisandre blinked her burgundy eyes and looked at the screaming Walter with pity.

"Poor monk," Melisandre knelt down and raised her head to look at the chained monk, "Look at your weak body. The Seven Gods only gave you a miserable experience and fate, and even I haven’t given you a complete body, so you can only stay in a dirty corner for the rest of your life, looking up at the light.”

"Bah!" Walter spat on the ground, "You bewitching witch, this is how you bewitch the nobles of Westeros and Duke Attis, and you treat them like cattle and horses, right?"

Melisandre shook her head gently, with a regretful smile on her face, "The Seven Gods are just a few sculptures, worthless, and R'hllor is the only true god, and the Attis Arryn you slander is The only true king."

"Hahaha!" Walter laughed horribly, "Not just a rebel, but a usurper?"

Melisandre stopped smiling and stood up. The torch illuminated her side face, and the orange flame swayed. The red-robed woman chuckled disdainfully, turned and walked to the door of the cell, turned to look at Brother Walter, " To disobey the true king is to disobey the true God.”

"There are only seven gods in my heart, heretics!" Walter spat again.

The cell door was suddenly pushed open, and the executioner from Harrenhal walked in, wearing leather gloves on his strong arms and holding an ax tightly.

"What do you want to do? Ah! Ah~!" Walter looked at the approaching executioner in horror, as if he was seeing a giant.

The monk's right hand was pressed on the hay bed, and the ax struck violently, and his hand and body separated with a sound.

"Ah!~Ah!~" The sharp screams resounded through the dungeon, but the walls of Harrenhal were too deep, and the cells here were carefully selected, so the sound could not be transmitted at all.

Most cells are designed so that prisoners can hear the screams of their companions during interrogation. The purpose is also very simple, which is to use the screams of the interrogated person to intimidate accomplices or other prisoners.

When the He'an family was in a weak situation, the government could not leave the city walls, and had no time to take care of the security within its jurisdiction. Naturally, a large number of cells were vacant. However, since the Valley took over Harrenhal, the prisoners captured in previous battles and the criminals who violated the lord's laws within the jurisdiction were Was thrown into the huge dungeon of Harrenhal.

Magiro walked in from the door of the cell. If the color of his red robe hadn't been too bright, it would have been difficult for anyone to notice his arrival in the dark.

He carried the stove and placed it gently on the ground. He showed two rows of yellowed teeth and smiled at the screaming monk. The executioner picked up the severed hand with the tip of the ax and placed it in the burning furnace. The skin and flesh immediately rolled in the dancing flames. The black carbon before melting climbed up to the edges of the nails, and an unpleasant smell filled the cell.

Walter was rolling on the ground, his voice was unclear, and the pain had filled his mind, and any remaining sanity could not stay.

The rising sparks of the flames splashed like water, even contaminating the haystacks on the ground. The little sparks slowly turned into black char on the hay, like small black flowers blooming.

Melisandre and Maggiore focused their attention on the stove. The swaying fire engulfed the severed hand, eroding the flesh and blood, and made a "sizzling" sound from time to time.

Screams surrounded him, and an unexpected scene finally emerged in the fire.

Walter holding a page hammer, a knight in cloth armor, a monk delivering food, a rainbow-colored cloak, and a star-shaped sword hilt.

A thin old man with gray hair sat among the children, with a smile on his kind face and an open seven-star Bible in his hand.

"Heavenly Father reached out to heaven and picked off seven holy stars. He put these holy stars one after another on the head of Hugo, the king of the hills, and cast them into a glorious crown." The old man quoted eloquently. Stories from the Bible.

A huge lake appeared in their field of vision, with warm mist on the turquoise water as far as the eye could see.

The scene suddenly disappeared, leaving only the writhing and crying monks and the executioner standing in place.

Walter's howling continued all night long. The executioner dragged the already hard body, placed it on the wooden board of the donkey cart, spread it with thick hay, and walked slowly towards the open space outside Harrenhal.

The donkey cart slowly passed through the city gate, and Ser Alliser Thorne lifted up the black cloak covering his face, revealing his eyes as bright as agate.

He touched the souvenir from Mr. Xiong in his pocket. Although Raven had sent out many letters before, during the war, in order to ensure everything was safe, Raven mostly sent them to King's Landing, the Citadel and the castle guarding the family. But there is no news from most of them, buried under thick letters by the castle’s bachelors, and no one cares about them.

Along the way, he had heard that Duke Attis Arryn was stationed at Harrenhal, and that there were many new scum in the dungeon. Yoren the Wandering Crow was missing in the south, and many manpower could not be replaced. Old Bear sent himself Going south to King's Landing also has this mission.

Allisa looked disdainfully at the severed arm of the corpse exposed outside the hay. Headless flies were still buzzing on it, and the horrible smell only made people vomit.

He took a deep breath, showed the old bear's mark on the letter to the soldiers guarding the city, and walked towards the depths of Harrenhal.

"Rainbow cloak, monk?" Attis asked in surprise after hearing Magiro's description.

"Yes, Duke Attis." Magiro replied respectfully.

Attis stroked the newly grown stubble on his chin, "Are you sure this isn't a scene from hundreds of years ago?"

"We saw Brother Walter himself, so..." Magiro didn't know much about the history of Westeros, so he just answered step by step.

Attis was silent and looked out the window of the study room in the tower, where he could see the beautiful view of Divine Eye Lake.

"God's Eye Lake?" he murmured to himself.

　I'm still updating, there will be another chapter at about midnight, maybe, go to bed first, everyone.

　　

　

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