Chapter 207 Undercurrent

Hearing the footsteps behind her, the woman's body didn't move, but her eyes slightly turned to the side, and then retracted.

Step on.

soon.

A man wearing a black cloak with a hood covering his face walked into the hall.

Viserys' mansion was under strict surveillance, and now all inns in Pentos were raided.

And no one thought that Viserys had arranged his successor in the Temple of the Red God.

"The city is already in chaos."

Ramsay Snow's head hidden under the hood lifted slightly, revealing a shadowy cheek.

At the same time, a pair of eyes did not hide their desires, looking up and down the priestess of R'hllor.

And Melisandre, who was kneeling in front of the bonfire, heard Xiao Felkin's words, she was silent for a while and seemed to be thinking about something, her beautiful eyes staring at the beating flames in front of her.

It wasn't until Ramsay's outstretched hand almost touched her cheek that there was a slight fluctuation.

"Ramus Snow."

Melisandre said abruptly. In this empty hall, the voice of the priestess seemed a little ethereal, and even had an echo.

And Ramsay's hand was also stiff in the air, and a very strong premonition rose in his heart. If he really touched Melisandre's cheek... something terrible would happen.

The woman knelt down in front of the bonfire with her back to him, and even the scent of the woman had penetrated into his nostrils.

However, Rams felt a downright chill, from Tianling Gai to his toes.

"you"

There was a trace of surprise in Xiao Peipei's eyes, and he involuntarily took two steps back, but he was still unwilling to quibble.

"Hmph, the sacrifices in the temple are not just for use."

R'hllor's temple houses many abandoned orphans, who will become monks or temple prostitutes in the temple when they grow up.

Because of the rules handed down from the supreme priest of the Red Temple, people will perceive the gods when they reach orgasm during intercourse, so the temple has more work as a temple prostitute.

However, many high-level R'hllor believers are well aware that these are just a means for them to win over believers to expand their religion.

But for this reason, the term 'sacrifice' has been stigmatized many times in Essos.

This is what Ramsay said at the moment.

In fact, he didn't dare to have any other bad thoughts, but he couldn't control his hands. He thought that he and Melisandre were both Viserys' dogs, and what was the difference between a dog and a dog.

Melisandre, however, looked as usual, not irritated by Ramsay's apparently humiliating words.

His eyes were still without waves, and then he spoke in a calm voice.

"I saw your tragic end in the flames."

"Rams."

"If you don't manage your lower body and cause public resentment, the prophecy will come true."

Melisandre's voice was flat, with flames beating in her red eyes, she still didn't turn her head, but his words made Ramsay feel a little scalp numb.

He didn't know if Melisandre really saw the prophecy about herself in the flames, or if the woman was simply frightening herself.

But thinking about the hunch about the danger just now, Rams decided to be more cautious from now on, lest it really be a prophecy.

Then the dark-faced young man corrected his color, coughed lightly and said.

"The city is already in chaos, and it is still in the planning."

"Should we inform His Majesty about this matter and let him make a preparation?"

Melisandre sat quietly in front of the bonfire, narrowed her eyes slightly, and nodded after thinking for a moment.

"Can."

"Have the tasks given to you by the real king been completed?"

When Ramsay heard Melisandre's words, a confident smile appeared on his clean face, and his teeth were white.

"certainly."

The Prince's Palace on the highest hill in the city of Pantos.

Viserys sat beside Prince Pentos on the top steps of the Rotunda, with Governor Illyrio Morpatis to his left.

At this moment, the process of the banquet is more than halfway through, and the wine has gone through three dishes and five flavors. Except for a little conflict at the beginning, everything went smoothly after that.

However, the dark tide was still surging, and Viserys observed that many of the governors were whispering and pointing at him.

And the servants of the governors kept coming in and out, not knowing what news they were reporting.

The sound of footsteps was heard in the corridors outside the palace, almost completely drowned out by the sound of the performance.

Now there is a clown performing under the steps, and the dance just now has come to an end.

It was a small dwarf with a tattoo on his face.

At the moment, he is telling a joke that is not very funny, and even a bit obscene, in an exaggerated and sharp tone.

Viserys sounded a little drowsy, but the elderly governors listened with relish, laughing from time to time.

"Ha ha."

The atmosphere in the hall seems to be harmonious and friendly on the surface, but... Beneath this surface harmony, there is a surging undercurrent.

Viserys wore a black robe lined with a linen shirt, and a scaly soft armor over the thin shirt.

It was almost impossible to tell from the outside that Viserys was wearing soft armor, but he felt a little stronger than before, and he was wearing Dusk around his waist.

The silver-haired boy supported his cheek with one hand, his long smooth hair fell on his wrist, and a pair of lavender eyes looked at the clown below.

Wei Wei has some trance.

There is a conspicuous tattoo on the other's face, which is said to be a unique style of Volantis.

Volantis like to tattoo their slaves' faces, so that they can identify which one is a slave and which one is a free citizen, and then treat them differently.

There is not much thought for such a poor dwarf Viserys, who now has no power to change the world and therefore no burden on his heart.

The only thing he can think of is the dwarf called Tyrion Lannister, the 'little devil'.

"I wonder what the little devil will look like now?"

Tyrion is a few years older than him, and should look like seventeen or eighteen now.

However, although Tyrion is physically flawed and a dwarf, his intelligence is amazing.

Viserys would have liked to meet Tyrion if he could, and sit down with him for a drink and a chat.

It's a pity, however, that Targaryen and Lannister are mortal enemies, and the two are destined to be enemies... at least it seems so.

And when Viserys was a little distracted.

Step on.

A Pantos soldier suddenly hurried in from outside the hall.

"grown ups."

He hurried up the steps to a governor, leaned down and whispered a few words in his ear.

Immediately, the gray-haired governor's expression changed.

"what?"