Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Chapter 83 Melisandre
The distorted gray sky is right in front of you, but it's actually as far away as the other side.

The huge black city is placed in this twisted space, like a neatly cut mountain range made of stacked black stones.

The captain of the "Greenbeard" stared at the city that was gradually moving away. Even with his flamboyant personality, he would remain silent in front of the greatest city in the world.

"It's the most glorious day of the long summer in Volantis, but it's gray here."

The most ignorant young man from Volantis broke the calm on the deck. His silence when he entered the port of Asshai was not only due to being trapped by the gloomy atmosphere, but also caused by the captain's coercion and inducement.

Everyone on the deck looked at him. The captain of the "Greenbeard" tugged his lower lip to the right, lifted up the young man's collar with his big hand, and said to his ear: "Go to the cabin, Bem, and take out the remaining squabs." Serve it up.”

The young man was listening when he was suddenly slapped on the left cheek. He turned around and ran into the cabin, crying.

"Ha ha!"

The previous tense and silent atmosphere of the "Green Beard" was finally replaced by relaxation. The crew resumed sailing on the ocean to relieve their loneliness and talked nonsense. The deck was once again full of energy.

A red-robed woman from Asia stood on the bow of the boat, wearing a thin red robe wrapped around her body. The sea was rough and big waves were hitting the boat.

"Madam, I think," the captain rubbed his palms and took a breath of hot air, "it's too cold outside. There are good cabins inside, so why not go inside and rest."

The woman in red robe looked at the captain with her red eyes and reached out to touch the captain's cheek.

A warmth came from the captain's face. He nodded awkwardly and turned to leave.

The light fragrance emitted by the red-robed woman when she simply unfolded her red robe was still lingering in his nose, but he had an inexplicable feeling that the fragrance came from the red-robed woman's body temperature, rather than the perfume that can be seen everywhere on the ocean journey.

"Boss," the sailor said as he collected the rope, "We worked so hard to get here from Volantis, and we're just carrying one person? We're not taking any goods?"

"I would even dare to go to Valyria if you could give me three full chests of gold and silver." The captain said disdainfully, chewing candy in his mouth, and the sweet taste filled his lips.

"Who doesn't know how to brag?" the sailor said with a smile, quickly ducking aside to avoid the captain's whip.

"You bastard!" The captain bit down on the candy and cursed with a smile.

The "Greenbeard" traveled for several days before leaving the dark night of Asshai.

Bem walked through the cabin, holding a dinner plate in his hand.

"Oh my god, are there any fruits?" The person who made the noise reached out to grab it, but Bem immediately slapped his outstretched hand, "Don't move, give it to the woman in red robe!"

Bem ignored the shouts and curses of the sailors behind him and ran straight into the depths of the cabin.

Thinking of seeing that mysterious lady again, Bem's heart suddenly fluttered. The woman in red robe had a beautiful heart-shaped face and burgundy hair.
Everything about her was so attractive to Bem, even more so than the milk-skinned boat prostitute next to the captain.

The "Greenbeard" is a large ship of Volantis, and its captain Jacob is a famous legendary sailor of Volantis. Every time the ship docks, some prostitutes will be hired on board to relieve the sailors' loneliness after long voyages. Ship prostitutes There are strict requirements for the selection. Jacob will not let germs and commotion spread on the "Green Beard".

But strangely enough, the boat prostitute next to Jacob seemed to follow the red-robed woman and say something like, "The night is long and dangerous everywhere." She also prayed like a red-robed monk would.

Captain Jacob said that sleeping with her recently almost imagined sleeping with the woman in red robe, and he was very excited.

Bem approached the cabin door. He had been here and seen it many times during the days when he sailed with Jacob.

But these days, the place seems to be different because of the appearance of the red-robed woman.

"Madam. Madam?" Bem knocked on the door gently. "Please come in." The woman in red robe's voice was a little low. Did she catch a cold?Bem thought worriedly.

Bem gently opened the door and looked out.

The candlelight flickered in front of Bem's eyes, and he vaguely saw the woman in red robe sitting quietly on the bed through the heart of the flame, staring closely at the dancing candle flame.

Is she looking at me?Bem lowered his head shyly and moved to put the plate on the table, "Madam, this is your dinner."

The red-robed woman shifted her gaze and looked at Bem, "Are you from Volantis, boy?"

"Yes, ma'am." Bem was a little excited. This was the first time in the past few days that she had spoken to him after he had delivered food to the woman in red robe.

"The Temple of R'hllor in Volantis." The red-robed woman murmured.

"There are many. If you want to see them, I can take you there!" Bem said excitedly, but he regretted it after saying this. Jacob would definitely scold him again for such unnecessary actions.

The woman in red robe looked at the excited Bem with a half-smile, and reached out to stroke Bem's hair. Bem raised his head in flattery. He was lucky to have stolen the boat prostitute's perfume bottle when he came and sprayed it on his hair.

"The night is long and dangerous everywhere," the red-robed woman murmured, "When we docked, a red-robed monk who was as black as pitch wanted to take a boat to Volantis. You must take him with you, he is my friend. "

Bem nodded, he?Bem felt a little disappointed inside. What kind of friend? "I will talk to the captain, but which port is the friend you mentioned? Qarth?"

"Just dock, he will get on the boat." The woman in red robe looked at the fireworks on the candle again, her eyes fixed on it.

Bem left the room and walked towards Captain Jacob.

Ma Qiluo was wrapped in a red robe, his round pebble-like abdomen leaning against the wooden stake, his bone-white beard and hair tangled like lion's hair winding out on his face, his scarlet eyes staring at the ship approaching in the distance. The image of an old man with a green beard swayed on the sail.

An orange-red bandage was wrapped around Magiro's waist. He had been in this town for too long. The previous storm overturned all the ships that could go to Volantis and capsized them on the bottom of the sea. The coward watched helplessly as his ship Overturned by a storm in the harbor.

The remnants of those ships are still floating in the sea. These days, only official ships sailing along the coast to replenish supplies have passed by, and no other ships that can continue to the west have been seen.

The thief's face was pressed hard into the soil by Magro, and he muttered in Valyrian, "God damn the red monk!" His mouth was still soft.

"Okay," Magiro's strong hammer-like fist hit the thief's face again, "hand over the things."

The thief loosened his hand with difficulty, and the cloth bag containing the money appeared in front of Magi Luo's eyes.

Magiromi counted with his eyes, then released his hold on the thief's face, "R'hllor bless you." He nodded to the thief.

"May the Dothraki fuck you to death!" The thief scurried away and slipped into the streets of the port.

"The night is long and everything is dangerous." Magi Luo watched as the thief slipped and fell into the vendor's vegetable and fruit residue.

The woman in red robe stood on the deck, quietly looking at the people who were asking to get on the ship.

Magiro looked up and saw her, and the red-robed woman also looked at him.

"Melisandre of Asshai?" Magiro frowned.

(End of this chapter)