Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King Chapter 123

Chapter 123 Scapegoat

King's Landing under the night, faded away from the hustle and bustle of the day, presenting a quiet beauty.

"Nine o'clock tonight, Godswood."

Hopper Redwyne took out the pink ribbon and looked at it again.

Although it was hard to believe that Miss Natalie was still willing to ask herself out under such circumstances, Hopper soon found a reason for herself—

He is also the second son of Qingting Island, and his identity and family background are much stronger than that free knight Geraldine who lost his family territory.

Miss Natalie really still has vision.

When a man meets an attractive woman, he always overestimates his own charm.

Hopper is certainly no exception.

Under the cold moonlight, full of excitement, he embarked on the road to the appointment.

The Godswood Forest is located in the southeast corner of the Red Castle. It is a rare and secluded place in the castle. The forest is full of elms, cypresses and cottonwoods. After all, this is not the northern border, so there is no weirwood that represents the belief of the old gods.

Even so, when Huo Bo, who believed in the Seven Gods, walked in here, he felt an indescribable discomfort.

It seems that there are really ancient gods watching themselves through the invisible eyes on the tree.

Hobo pulled the cloak on his body, drew a seven-pointed star on his chest with his right hand, and prayed secretly—

Merciful Mother, please grant me a beautiful wife.

It would be even more perfect if she also carried a castle.

He secretly added another sentence in his heart.

The forest is quiet and peaceful, only the rustling sound of Hobber stepping on the leaves.

"Miss Natalie? Miss Natalie?"

Hopper called softly a few times, but got no response.

It shouldn't be here yet, I'm here early.

He forced himself to hold back his impatience and waited patiently, while thinking about how to express love later without appearing abrupt.

Time passed bit by bit.

Hobber heard distant bells coming from beyond the godswood.

Time is up.

But what about Miss Natalie?

Huo Bo was preparing to search again when he suddenly heard a small voice.

He was overjoyed, and hurried to the depths of the godswood forest

Finally, under a big oak tree covered with smokeberry vines, he vaguely saw half a figure.

"Miss Natalie?"

Hopper walked a few steps quickly, but then slowed down again so as not to appear too impatient.

However, when he walked under the oak tree, he found that the figure of the man was not right.

"You're not Na..." Hope saw the man turn around, "Samwell! What the **** are you doing?"

Samwell smiled faintly: "Don't be nervous, Miss Natalie asked me to ask you out."

Hopper looked at Samwell suspiciously, and said vigilantly:

"Really? Why did she do that?"

"She wants to ask you a question." Samwell said calmly.

"what is the problem?"

"That day at sea, what did you deliberately lure the pirates over?"

Hearing this, Huo Bo shrank his pupils suddenly, and immediately denied:

"Samwell Caesar, I don't know what you're talking about!"

Samwell took a step closer: "You want the pirates to 'kill' me?"

Huo Bo realized something was wrong, turned around suddenly and was about to run out.

But in the next second, his neck was tightly grasped by a big iron-like hand.

The power was so great that Hopper could hardly breathe.

Before he begged for mercy, he heard Samwell whispering in his ear:

"Since this is the case, then I can only let others 'kill' you."

Before Hopper understood the meaning of this sentence, he felt a sharp pain in his throat.

He managed to let out a small, weak gasp, and then the gushing blood blocked the throat.

The belated fear flooded Hopper's rationality like a tide, and he never thought that Samwell would actually dare to kill himself!

He struggled to call for help, but his throat was already blocked by blood.

In extreme pain, Hopper could only stare at Samwell with hatred, as if saying—

Father will avenge me!

I don't know if Samwell read this meaning from his eyes, and said with a chuckle:

"Earl Paxter will avenge you, but not me."

A trace of doubt crossed Hopper's mind, but soon, complete darkness enveloped him.

Samwell carefully placed Hopper's body in the shadow behind the oak tree, took the ribbon off his body, and left quietly.

"Ten o'clock tonight, Godswood."

Geraldine caressed the ribbon, read the words on it softly, and couldn't wait in his heart.

So it was just after half past nine, and he came to the godswood alone.

The forest was dark and silent, and there was no one in sight.

Shouldn't have come so early.

Jello suddenly regretted it.

Being bored, he just strolled casually in the forest.

But as he was walking, Jie Luo suddenly smelled a **** smell.

He stopped.

Perhaps a wounded beast.

Jello comforted himself too much, but cautiously walked in the direction of the smell.

Soon, he came to the huge oak tree deep in the godswood, and saw a figure in the shadows.

It turned out to be a person!

No, it's a corpse!

what happened?

Jello quickly pulled out the dagger that he carried with him, and leaned over carefully.

By the faint moonlight shining among the leaves, he finally saw the face of the corpse—

Hopper Redwyne!

He is dead!

During the day, the Qingting Island knight who had just fought against him turned into a corpse!

Jello suddenly looked at the ribbon in his hand, and immediately realized something was wrong.

It's a trap!

Fear and anger surged into my heart instantly, before Jie Luo could figure out how to deal with it, a black shadow suddenly jumped down from the treetops.

Jello was terrified, and quickly rolled over on the spot, but still felt a sharp pain in his hand.

When he stood still again, he realized that the one who attacked him just now was actually a falcon.

At this moment, it is looking at itself with a very humane gaze.

A clear cry of an eagle pierced the silent night sky like a sword.

also scared Gero half to death.

Because he knew that if this movement attracted the guards, he would not be able to speak clearly even if he had a hundred mouths.

Didn't dare to think about it at all, and Zero ran out of the godswood.

But that damned falcon was chasing after him, attacking him, and making noises continuously, as if it wanted to make some noise on purpose.

Damn bird!

Jello didn't dare to get entangled with the Falcon at all, so he could only protect his head and run wildly.

The falcon didn't let Gero go until he was about to run out of the godswood.

"who?"

This movement must have alarmed the gold-cloaked guards.

Jello cursed again, stopped quickly, adjusted his breathing, and said:

"It's me, Jelo of the Dane family."

"Good evening, Sir Gerald." A gold-cloaked guard asked, "What's wrong with you?"

At this moment, countless thoughts rolled through Jie Luo's mind.

But in the end, he decided to tell the truth.

After all, the guards have already seen him, if he doesn't explain clearly, then he will not be able to remove the suspicion.

It's just that when Gero went to find the ribbon with the meeting information written on it, he couldn't find it anymore!

Did it lose it while fighting with the eagle?

**** it!

Jello was so depressed that he went crazy.

"Sir Gerald? Are you okay?" The gold-cloaked guard asked again when he saw that the other party kept his head down and remained silent.

"I'm fine." Gero forced a stiff smile, "I just accidentally fell in the forest."

After speaking, he strode away.

At this moment, Jie Luo had only one thought in his mind—run!

The most important evidence is lost, he really can't explain it now, he has to run.

Before the golden robed guard could react, escape from King's Landing, escape from Westeros, and escape to the other side of the narrow sea!

Looking at Jie Luo who was leaving in a hurry, several gold-cloaked guards looked at each other, as if they sensed something was wrong.

So they went to the godswood.

Hearing the faint shouts coming from behind, Geraldine ran even faster.

The cool night wind howled in his ears, and the ancient buildings receded behind him.

Jello knew that the gate of the Red Castle must be closed at this time, and he was not qualified to order the guards to open the gate for him alone.

So, he followed the dark path to the northeast corner of the Red Keep.

The White Sword Tower towering on the city wall came into view.

The Kingsguard followed the king to Winterfell, so there should be no one in this tower now.

Jello pushed open the wooden door, and then froze.

There is actually a dozing guard inside the door!

"Who is it?"

"It's me, Gero of the Dane family. I can't sleep at night, so I come to pay my respects to the demeanor of the white knights of the past generations."

"Okay, Sir Gerald, please come in."

Jello tried his best to pretend to be calm, and spiraled up the spiral staircase.

Fortunately, there is no one else in the tower.

Jello walked quickly to the top of the tower and looked out of the window—

The sword tower is higher than the city wall, so as long as you go out from here, you can escape from the Red Castle!

Of course, at this height, Jie Luo would not dare to jump directly, as he would fall to death.

He found a rope, threw one end out of the window, and fixed the other end inside the window.

Hearing the loud noise coming from outside, Jie Luo didn't dare to stop for a moment, and hurriedly climbed down along the rope.

Halfway through the climb, Jie Luo suddenly heard a familiar eagle cry.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw a black shadow pounced on him like the scythe of death.

"No!"

"What happened?"

Samwell walked out of the room in his pajamas and asked the seven or eight nobles gathered outside.

"I don't know, it seems that the golden robe is looking for someone." Horace replied casually with his arms hanging.

Samwell stepped forward to stand side by side with the eldest son of Qingting Island, and asked with concern:

"How's the injury on your hand?"

"It's okay, a little injury."

"That's good." Samwell looked at it for a while, and suddenly said, "By the way, where is Hopper? Was he seriously injured in the afternoon?"

"He's fine." Horace looked back at his brother's dark room, "I'm probably asleep."

"That's good." The corners of Samwell's mouth rose slightly, "Just sleep."

Several people watched for a while, and finally a gold-robed guard ran over and said:

"Which one is Sir Horace?"

"I am." Horace stepped forward because he didn't understand, "What's wrong?"

The gold-cloaked guard sighed:

"I am sorry that your brother, Sir Hope, has unfortunately passed away."

"My brother...what are you talking about!" Horace suddenly reached out and grabbed the collar of the gold-cloaked guard. Due to the excessive movement, the wound was torn and painful.

"Can you say that again!"

"Sir, please calm down. We found the body of your brother Ser Hobber in the godswood."

Horras felt his world spinning for a while, and all the sounds in his ears seemed to become extremely distant.

After a while, he came back to his senses and asked in a hissing voice:

"Who did it? Who did it!"

"We suspect it is... Ser Gerald of House Dayne."

(end of this chapter)

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