Chapter 667
In Westeros, Three-Eyed Crow is like an omnipotent God, who can even decide the fate of a kingdom, but as long as there is no transcendence in this world, it is also in a wider River of Destiny.
Three-Eyed Crow is not out of the world, he is in his destiny.
Lord of Light R'hllor as well.
On this day, Cinnamon Wind, who had been drifting on the sea for several months, finally docked at the Oldtown Pier.
Night's Watch Sam takes Wildlings Gilly's little hand as he steps into a dazzling, bustling world.
The sea boats row upon row by the pier, people coming, people going on the streets, tourists crowding shoulder to shoulder, shops on the streets are open, and there are a wide variety of novelty goods from all over the world.
The female Wildlings are barely visible.
"Wow, what a tall castle!"
She uses a hand to cover the forehead, looking at the Giant-like Hightower under the sun, her mouth is full of amazement.
"didn't expect the King of the South to live in a stone house that high, taller than the Dragon Queen's castle."
A gray robe Maester stepped down the carriage, over the crowded and The dockworker came, came to Sam, a pair of mean triangular eyes looked at Sam sharply, then turned to stare at the female Wildlings, his eyes turned critical and contemptuous.
"Have you been to Dragonstone and seen Daenerys?" he asked coldly.
"Who are you?" Female Wildlings asked warily.
With just one sentence and one look, she felt a strong, almost undisguised malice from the other person.
Maester didn't answer, turned to fatty, and twitched the corner of his mouth, "Samwell?"
"I'm Samwell Tarly, are you here to pick up my Maester?"
After confirming the identity, triangular eyes said directly: "Where is your stuff?"
"What?" Sam wondered.
"The oak chest from Dragonstone that holds the Wildlings of the beyond the wall Ice clan."
"Ice clan?" Sam stunned, "You mean Others?"
"No Others!" triangular eyes growled, looking left and right, seeing many coolies and sailors looking this way, they pulled Sam into the carriage parked on the side .
"Have you not read "The Truth of History" and "Lies of the Ancients"? Others are lies that northerner made up to exaggerate the merits of their ancestors, they are actually the First Men tribe beyond the wall, the Ice clan, Has the innate talent to use Ice Magic.
Like the Fire Sorcery innate talent in the Valyrian bloodline, the Water Magic innate talent in the ancient Rhoynar."
Sam's chubby face twitched a few times. Going down, he said: "Others are indeed transformed from human infants, but they are not human at all. You will understand when you see them."
triangular eyes twitched around their necks Brass chains linked together (representing history), said with a sneer: "Look, trifling apprentice, dare to impudent in front of my history major Maester?"
"Perestan master or history As for Archmaester, he also said that Archmaester Formas, who wrote Lies of the Ancients, harmed everyone." Fatty said.
triangular eyes twitched the muscles on the thin face, and said angrily: "Where did Archmaester Perestan come from? He was killed by Daenerys long ago, Wall's is fake!"
"pa! "Fatty couldn't help it, and slapped his triangular eyes.
"Sober up, stop kidding yourself. I brought Others to Citadel all the way, not to mess with you.
Long Night is about the safety of millions of Seven Kingdoms, if Citadel If it can't do its duty to warn the people, it doesn't need to exist." He angrily roared.
"You hit me, how dare you say such a thing..." Maester was furious, his triangular eyes almost staring into circles.
Fat Sam shrank his neck, but immediately remembered what Archmaester Perestan taught: Maester is evil, remind them every moment who your father is, lest they kill you.
"My father is Randyll Tarly, what do you want?"
"I..." The triangular eyes were helpless, suffocated and uncomfortable.
Suddenly, he saw Gilly stick one's head around to look for, looking at the carriage window, sneered, pointing to the female Wildlings and said: "You have a lover, never want to get the Maester chain!"
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Fat Sam's small eyes were full of surprise, and asked, "Are there still people who come to Citadel to be Maester?"
He shook his head and said to himself: " Anyway, my father said, if I dare to insult the family, kill me."
"Insult the family?" triangular eyes are blank.
"Well, being a Maester now is an insult to the family, more serious than having an illegal child with Gilly," Sam obediently and honestly said.
"scoundrel!" triangular eyes were furious, "then you wrote a letter earlier and said that you were going to come to Citadel to be promoted to Maester, are you kidding us?"
"The times are different, you didn't Find it? The way the pier pedestrians look at you...no awe, just contempt and disgust." Sam sighs.
"You're wrong, they're despising you, you're wearing Night's Watch clothes but holding a woman, who doesn't know you broke your oath? And, Queen Cersei has acquitted us."
Sam thought for a while, and felt that the Night's Watch that broke the oath of oneself was no more noble than the Maester that broke the oath, so he stopped distinguishing it, only took the carriage, found Captain Quhuru, and put the sealed treasure box in the bilge safe. Proposed.
Let's say Sam took Gilly and Others into the heavily guarded Citadel with triangular eyes, and before they reached Seneschal's Court, there was a group of eccentric Warriors in leather armor, long swords on their waists, and Maester chains around their necks. Come over, disregarding his obstruction, forcibly take away the magic-sealing treasure chest.
For the next two days, Sam was left unattended.
He personally went to Seneschal's Court to inquire several times, but got no response.
Until the fourth day, he ranted in Seneschal's Court: If Seneschal Theobald does not show up again, or if he is not allowed to see the Others, he will immediately go to the Hightower to see Earl Hightower.
Fatty then got his wish and was summoned by Archmaester Seneschal.
"The Seven is on top, why is there such a deep and complicated tunnel under the Crow's Nest Tower?"
In a two-meter-high road, the two walking side by side are also crowded After walking in the mud hole for almost half an hour, Fat Sam was exhausted, had difficulty breathing, and lacked oxygen to his brain. Everyone was a little confused, holding on to the dry mud wall and gasping for breath.
A small boy who looks like a weasel, led the way with a kerosene lamp in front. Seeing that fatty was so difficult, he didn't rush him, stopped and waited, saying:
"This is a newly built shelter, do you know the list of Great Protector? For the Golden Dragon, the mercenaries sneaked into the Citadel like crazy to arrest Maester and Archmaester.
The consequences of Archmaester's arrest are even more terrifying, and they have to parade through the streets. Show it to the public!
How can the Archmaesters endure this?
So they hired a group of townspeople and dug a fort under the Citadel. The Archmaester and Maester on the list work in the Citadel during the day. , and go down to the bunker to sleep at night.
Sleep soundly, don’t have to wait for the next day, put on armour and fall asleep.”
Sam thought of the twists and turns of oneself and the twists and turns of the road. , suddenly said: "So, the bunker does not have more than one passage?"
The weasel boy nodded, said: "The crow's nests where many Archmaester live are connected to the bunker."
"Do you want to hide for the rest of your life like a mouse?" Sam couldn't accept it.
"It's fine if you're used to it. It's warm in winter and cool in summer. It's quite comfortable."
"You also live in a bunker?" Sam asked.
"We've recently offended Braavos and Faceless Men, and it's safer to live underground."
"Faceless Men can change faces, become you and me, what's the use of a bunker? ' Sam disagrees.
"You'll understand later." The young apprentice mysterious smiled and said proudly: "According to Archmaester Walgrave's method, no Faceless Men should even try to sneak into the bunker."
"Walgrave?" Sam asked suspiciously.
He has been drifting at sea, and he did not know this newly emerging great writer.
However, Wenhao has too many classics and is too popular. He only stayed in Citadel for three or five days. Even Wildlings Gilly has watched Wenhao's plays.
She also took him, and Baba ran to Quill and Tankard, together with many foreign business travelers, to pay tribute to the former residence of "Falling Dream Maiden" Rosey.
fatty has to admit that after seeing Rosey all the way under the peach tree, he also had some shameful thoughts when he was lying on top of Gilly at night.
Obviously, Rosey is not necessarily cuter than Gilly, but after reading the masterpieces of the literary giants, I feel that Rosey is covered with a halo, with a dream-like intoxicating temperament.
"He proposed to build the bunker and designed it himself. He said that he would fight the Braavos people to the end, even if it was a tunnel battle!"
The apprentice's face showed reverence, Awaken fatty from reverie.
"But he died, at the hands of Faceless Men."
Speaking of this, Sam couldn't help sighing, scolding Faceless Men, damn it, let the literary world be one step ahead of the world Enter Long Night.
"Ai, Citadel's bunker apartment for Archmaester has just been renovated and was about to move in, but..." the weasel boy sighed regretfully.
Sam had rested as he spoke and continued to follow the apprentice, and now he came to a corner.
There is a small stone chamber on the corner, with an elderly apprentice inside and outside.
"It's Robert!" The old apprentice outside recognized the weasel boy, gave Fatty a vigilant look, pointed to the copper basin on the wooden shelf in the corner, and said, "Come over and wash your face."
"It's Robert!" p>
Sam didn't know why, so he saw the weasel boy put down the oil lamp, walked to the washbasin, wet his face, picked up a bar of soap on the side, and rubbed it randomly on his face, especially the junction of the face and neck, Excessive effort, the skin is red.
Sam's heart is full of blessings, and suddenly he understands: No matter how awesome the Faceless Men are, as long as they wear fake faces, they can't stand such a toss.
fatty also went to wash his face and felt much refreshed and relaxed.
"Archmaester Walgrave said that washing hands frequently can also reduce the chance of disease. It serves multiple purposes, it is safe and hygienic." After leaving the card, the weasel boy said.
Sam nods, said curiously: "Your name is Robert?"
"Well, I'm Rhaegar's child, Robert Frey."
He also has a grandfather , called Aerys.
Lamprey Lord's "Frey Pie", he used his father Rhaegar to make meat stuffing and gave him grandfather Aerys to eat.
"Oh, it's The Twins..." Sam stunned.
In a basement of more than 50 square meters, fatty met the Citadel Archmaester representatives, and the Others locked in the stone chamber next door.
The basement is only four or five meters deep from the ground. After all, they only hide from assassins and thugs, not nuclear bombs.
A dozen copper pipes with thick bowl mouths pass through the soil, bringing fresh air and soft light to the basement.
Sam found that it was neither stuffy nor dark, and the temperature was neither too high nor too low, and it was really comfortable.
"Samwell?" A square-faced old Maester stood up from behind the oval conference table. "I am Archmaester Seneschal, Theobald."
Before Sam salutes, he points to the next door stone chamber, said: "You want to see Ser Ace, he is there."
"Ser Ace?" Inside, a masked brocade gentleman sat on a rattan chair.