Chapter 311 There Is Always Cause and Effect

The fishermen pushed the cart, and the smell of the fish meal on it was not gone, but Stannis didn't care. He smelled worse than this during the siege of Storm's End.

He is not Renly, he cannot see the sight of swords, cannot smell the stench of farmers' sweat and the filth of the ditches, he only knows how to play some noble games, and only knows how to find joy in the rouge.

Stannis lifted the fisherman's barrel, and the water dripped. It was full of sea fish that were jumping and entangled in the fishing nets with him.

"Where to?" he asked, raising the barrel he was carrying.

"Go there." The fisherman's son said immediately, pointing to the village not far away.

Stannis didn't say much. He unloaded the armor that gained weight in the sea and almost drowned him. He threw it into the fisherman's cart, said "give it away" and headed for the village ahead.

There are not many stormland fishermen here, and they can't help but be curious when they see strangers, and they all crane their necks to watch.

Stannis saw that these civilians looked like they had never seen the world, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

They reminded him of the soldiers who followed him, who also looked like farmers.

But the people of the Stormlanders were always loyal and their folk customs were strong. Even though they starved to death at Storm's End, few people mentioned surrender.

"Your king comes to see you." Stannis snorted, reversing the joke he had made with the soldiers.

"Hahahahaha!"

The people around could not stop laughing, "You are the king, then I am Aegon the Conqueror!"

"I am Queen Cersei!"

"I think you look like the Queen Mother's male favorite!"

Stannis waded through the mire and found that many straws in the farmland were covered with a thin layer of ice.

He couldn't help but frown, "Winter is here?"

"We have arrived a long time ago, Your Majesty the King. Didn't your lord tell you? The ravens under the Maester of Oldtown are probably exhausted, so they traveled across the mountains and ridges to tell the news that the long winter is coming."

"Winter is coming." Stannis couldn't help but murmured the Stark family motto.

The farmer obviously didn't react and repeated blankly: "Yes, winter is coming!"

Stannis remained silent after that, carrying the barrel to the fisherman's house, and then followed the fisherman southward, along the unknown trail, from the gullies and hills to the wet green fields, from the bright sunshine to the sunset. act wildly.

The fisherman brought the donkey and handed it to him, "Going south, Storm's End is easy to spot."

Stannis looked at the dark sky in the distance and nodded, "We all know the structure of the Stormlands." He climbed on the donkey and shouted like a horse, but the donkey did not move.

"Take the whip and hit it," the fisherman handed him the whip, "hang the rope to control the direction."

Stannis breathed out, "Thank you."

After the donkey had walked a few steps, Stannis suddenly turned back: "I don't want your help for free. Why don't you go with me? And give me the donkey?"

The fisherman was stunned. After hearing this, he waved his hands quickly: "I can't do it. I have to take care of the baby when I go back. I'm afraid he will go to the beach to play. You go ahead."

Stannis pondered for a moment, "I will not be a broken promise. Someone will send you a bag of golden dragons when the time comes." He relaxed his waist and pulled out a knife. "This knife is for you, and there is also a bag of golden dragons for you Zhajia in the car uses these two objects as tokens."

The fisherman smiled, said "Okay" several times, stepped forward and took the knife, "The Seven Gods bless you."

"Bless you too." Stannis did not question the Seven Gods at this time, but just followed the fisherman's words.

After the fishermen leave, ride the donkey along the way.

The winding path quickly disappeared, and Stannis could only rely on the stars in the sky to identify the direction. He drew his long sword and cut through the thorns entangled on the road. The donkey climbed over the hills, and could even use all four hooves to climb up the slope. At that moment, Stannis could not control the donkey. He could only lock the donkey's back with his limbs and let the fear and cold wind pass by his ears.

It was already dawn when we saw Storm's End Castle. A ray of sunlight in the sky divided the hill where Storm's End stood into two sections, as if Storm's End was above the sun and ocean. The morning bell at the top of the city has rung, the Baratheon flag is waving, and soldiers are silhouetted on the tower.

"Stop!" The Baratheon soldiers stopped him and his donkey, "Only the gods in heaven know whether you are a creation of Dorne."

"Dorne?" Stannis didn't think much. He couldn't bear the fatigue of his body. Before falling asleep, he took one last look at the majestic Storm's End and fell off the donkey's back.

"Gods!" the soldier shouted, "we need a doctor here, a damn mercenary fell here!"

Vaguely, he only remembered that someone lifted his limbs, someone whispered in his ear, "Your Majesty," and there were people making noises around him until there was silence.

He lay on the soft velvet bed quilt, no longer cold and fear surrounding him, replaced by warmth and comfort.

Ser Gilbert Farrin, the acting lord of Storm's End, stood in front of him. Behind him were Lord Ewood Meadow, who had surrendered Storm's End, and Stannis's own cousin, Lomas Ismond. Jazz.

But Stannis didn't pay attention. He looked beyond these people and saw Edric Storm behind them who was busy pouring wine.

"I am." He wanted to ask his brother's illegitimate son a question.

"You are at Storm's End," Ser Danfallen answered first. "Your own chamber, my lord."

"You are sick. You have a big sore on the sole of your foot. I'm afraid you won't be able to walk." Earl Ewood Meadow flattered and showed worry, and said in a regretful tone.

Stannis was stunned for a few times before he said, "What is the current situation?"

"What's the situation?" Earl Mei Dou was slightly stunned. Sir Lomas Ismond beside him gave the answer: "Dorne repeatedly violated the border, and peace was restored in the borderland. Nightsong City was recovered by us."

recover? Stannis smiled. Only those who believed in the nonsense of the Seven Gods would believe Lomas's words. The only people fighting Dorne were the border lords. The Storm's End army had less than a thousand soldiers, so how could they have the ability to recapture Nightsong City.

"Tell the truth." His words were stern, but very weak, and his voice was light. I wonder if these people heard the seriousness of his words.

"In Nightsong, there are some border nobles who have betrayed Storm's End and turned to Joffrey." No one spoke, but Ser Falyn was the first to speak. "Your daughter was promoted to be the queen and was led by Ser Davos." After going to the North, it seems that the next strategy is to join forces with Stark to fight for the Iron Throne."

Stannis nodded and smiled contemptuously.

The three of them looked at each other, wondering when Stannis liked smiling so much.

"They don't know you're here," Count Meitu whispered. "Only a few soldiers and servants have seen your face, but they don't know it's you. If possible, we can send a ship at any time to take you to Winterfell. city."

Stannis did not answer. He held his arms and thought about what to do next, but the pain in his brow made him almost speechless. He just kept rubbing the center of his brow and coughing.

"It seems that you need to rest," Count Meitu said. "We will prepare a servant for you to serve you."

"That's him," Stannis pointed at Edric Storm, "Robert's son, my kinsman."

Earl Mei Dou was slightly startled, then reacted, "Okay, Your Majesty, please rest."

The three of them paused in the room for a long time, and then were all blown away by Stannis.

Edric stared at Stannis on the bed with wide eyes.

"Would you like a drink, Your Majesty?" he asked, as if he didn't know what to say.

Stannis shook his head, "I will not be like my brother, who drank and lost his life to a wild boar, went to the seven hells and left the country's mess to future generations."

Edric pursed his lips and put down the wine, "What do you need?"

Stannis opened his mouth slightly, and the face of Cortanai Penros appeared in his mind. His eyes stayed on Edric Storm's face for a while, and he shook his head, "It's nothing, just stay there."

"As you command, Your Majesty." Edric looked around, chose to sit down in front of the chessboard, and stared at the cyvasse chess piece.

Stannis rested his head on the soft pillow, smelling the scent of spices arranged by Edric in the room, his eyelids became heavier, and he fell asleep again.

Edric walked around the room, but then there was no movement again.

When Stannis woke up again, it was already late at night, and there was a rare quiet moonlight outside Storm's End, which was divided into frames by the bedroom window lattice and shone on the bed.

As the moonlight flows, what you see in your field of vision is divided into flowing light and dark.

Edric stood between light and darkness, standing silently.

"What's going on?" As soon as Stannis said it, he felt pain in his chest. He looked down and saw a pool of blood on the white velvet bed quilt. In the dimness, it appeared to be a sticky shadow wrapped around him, pressing down on him. He couldn't breathe and couldn't get up.

"Why?" Stannis lowered his head and his voice was pitifully small.

"Sir Penros." Edric Storm said with a tearful voice, tears in his eyes, and the moonlight flickered in them.

"I understand." Stannis felt the weight of his eyelids. Different from before, it was really heavy at this moment, the weight of farewell.

"I taught Renly before. Ahem, I told him how to avoid the unpleasant master. It was annoying to him." Stannis spat out blood. "There is a secret passage in Storm's End." , when my father was angry, I would hide in it, and neither the servants nor the attendants could find him."

"Go out," Stannis ordered, "turn all the way to the left. There is no storm at Storm's End tonight, which is good. You will see an open cave, and the moonlight shines inside like a curtain. Poke your head out. , there is a ladder on the city wall below the entrance of the cave. Climb down and it will be the cook's storage room. You can run away whenever you want, and take as much supplies as you want, ahem, you can do it."

"Why?" This time it was Edric's turn to ask, his voice still childish.

Stannis did not answer, but pointed to the bookcase next to him, "In the second drawer, there is a bag of golden dragons."

"Take him with you, you can take half of it, cough cough!" Stannis raised his upper body, blood was pouring out, "The other half, the other half will be given to the people in the north, in the fishing village near the sea, who have my armor and sword. , left to him, I promised them, ahem, this is the king’s credit.”

Stannis sat up and waved for Edric to come over.

The latter's face was sluggish, and he supported Stannis before he almost fell over, saying nothing.

"King, you must die like a king." Stannis insisted on sitting and watched Edric take away the golden dragon from the drawer, pushed through the side door, and left to the corridor on the left.

"Winter is coming." Stannis murmured to himself, "It would be best if this battle ends as soon as possible."