A Western fantasy journey that began with Game of Thrones

"I don't understand why you took his false teeth."

The old maester asked this question on the way back, but until the end, Renly did not answer this question directly, but just smiled and hummed.

Relying on his status as a child, the other party obviously couldn't do anything to him, so he had to leave helplessly in the end.

Outside the heavy brown door, the footsteps of the maester gradually faded away.

The room was very quiet, and the smell of burning candles kept lingering around the nose. The candlelight was reflected on the slightly messy rush mat on the ground, occasionally swaying with the firelight.

Sitting at the head of the bed, Renly stared at the lower alveolar dentures wrapped in a white silk handkerchief without blinking, a total of three, probably made up of real teeth knocked out of the mouth of a dead person.

The roots of these three teeth at the wooden support were black, and the color gradually turned yellow upwards. A special smell emanated from it as the boy played with it - not a bad smell, but a special fragrance.

The ink and parchment were mixed with a trace of burnt.

That's right, the fragrance was not emitted by Coach Wilder himself, but his dentures.

He had an urge to hold the dentures tightly, as if he could find out the true function of this thing by doing so. However, although he had tried hard to find it, when the time came, Renly hesitated again.

"What will happen after holding it tightly?"

"Why is it a denture? Or, why is it a tooth?"

All kinds of thoughts kept growing, making him hesitate, but when he glanced at the Myr round mirror on the shelf table not far away, all negative thoughts suddenly disappeared.

In the mirror was the face of a boy who was less than five years old, with black hair and blue eyes, and a tangled face, looking worried.

A piece of information also quietly emerged - [Racial Level: LV1]

...

Boy, information...

Renly silently made up his mind.

So he pulled away the handkerchief and held the dirty-looking simple denture tightly in his right hand.

Then, he seemed to have touched the door to another world, and his clear thoughts quickly became hazy, as if he was falling asleep.

Everything around him became hazy, the red light of the candle was dragged like a meteor in the sky, the hard walls of the house seemed to become a thick and distant dim sky, the feather bed felt as soft as water, as cool as water, water...

The black-haired boy collapsed on the bed without any struggle, and a look of surprise flashed across his sleeping face.

Time passed quietly, and the newly replaced white wax candle melted from the initial brand new to one-third. As the flame swayed, the wax liquid dripped like tears, flowing down the column, and finally gathered in the brass plate below and gradually solidified.

The originally quiet atmosphere outside the tower gradually changed. The closed windows blocked all the wind and rain outside, but could not stop the rumbling thunder. The shaking caused by the strong wind also made the originally quiet little bedroom noisy. The window glass trembled and wailed, and raindrops came in from the cracks on the edge, and drops of water penetrated in softly and tenaciously.

Renly was not affected at first, and he still slumped on the bed like at the beginning, with surprise remaining in his calm face.

However, at a certain moment, after the pale flash of lightning outside the window, the black-haired boy who was originally sleeping quietly sat up quickly, and then stumbled and fell to the head of the bed involuntarily, kneeling on the rush mat on the ground and retching painfully.

His stomach was empty, but it seemed to be full of liquid. With saliva dripping, Renly stared at the floor and gasped, and his whole body couldn't help trembling.

It was not until he noticed the surrounding environment that the trembling slowly subsided, his heartbeat went from intense to slow, and the panic on his face gradually calmed down.

"This is also fake, yes, all of them, all of them——"

He murmured, knelt up, and threw the denture in his hand, which still exuded a "fragrance", aside with lingering fear, but he didn't expect that along with the ping-pong sound of bones hitting the ground, a sticky green color caught his eye.

It was a bunch of seaweed, quietly sticking to the denture like a strand of hair. Looking closely, there were still seawater flowing and dripping on its dark green surface, and spots of white particles like sea salt attached...

Staring blankly at this inconspicuous seaweed, he was speechless, but he could no longer say what he had just said.

The small bedroom fell into silence, only the occasional thunder roared outside the window, and the strong wind brought heavy rain to the glass window.

The heavy rain turned into fine hair and kept penetrating. The stone ground near the window had gathered to form a pool of water, soaking the rushes originally laid on it and making them soft and fragile.

I don't know how long it took, but there was a burst of hurried footsteps outside the door, and then there was a knock on the door.

"Young Master, look! A smuggler has brought us food! Let's go and see!"

"Onion Knight?" Renly turned his head subconsciously, but all he saw was the shaking door.

"There are onions, but they are just smugglers, not knights. Let's go and see, young master. We can still see them now. They are waiting for the butler to arrange a room for them in the hall!"

Renly did not give the servants a chance to come in. Hearing this, he quickly suppressed his chaotic thoughts in his heart, then stood up and ran out. After asking a few simple questions, he hurriedly rushed to the bottom of the tower with the servants.

The first floor of the tower is a vast hall. It seems that everyone in the castle has gathered here and it is very noisy. With the greetings, Renly saw the kitchen helper Tansy, the stable boy Amon, the family guard Ben, and the kennel master Holder.

They were gathered together to discuss and make noise, and everyone's expression was roughly the same, surprise, disappointment, surprise and disappointment.

At first, Renly didn't care much about all this, because his attention was all on the three people not far from the crowd.

One square face, one round face, and one pointed face.

They all wore inconspicuous black cloth robes and brown linen trousers, covered with gray wool cloaks, and the opened hoods were wrinkled against their backs and dripping.

Although they were currently gathered alone in the corner, they seemed to be pointed at by everyone in the hall, so that two of them were very uncomfortable, but the brown-haired, brown-eyed, ordinary-looking thin man was quite calm.

"Your name is Davos?" Renly approached and asked, looking at the middle-aged man who was not quite the same as he remembered with curiosity.

"Yes." The smuggler being questioned glanced at the short servant who followed him with his weather-beaten brown eyes, and the boy's clothes made of golden velvet fabric, and bowed slightly humorously, "Lord Renly, Davos is at your service."

He had a unique vision and was obviously aware of the situation in the castle. But Renly did not say anything about it, but glanced at the crowd gathered not far away and asked.

"Only onions and pickled fish?"

"I'm sorry." The other party replied. "This rainstorm was too sudden, and we had no time to react. In fact, if it weren't for the good water skills, you might never see us."

He looked very disappointed without disguising it.

The smugglers' boat capsized, and most of the food they were carrying was lost. This not only disappointed Renly's original expectations, but also belittled the smugglers' risky action of crossing the blockade to come to the rescue.

They didn't save much food. Although he didn't see it, he could understand it just by listening to the discussion not far away. Renly even heard the stable boy say that the food brought by the smugglers was not enough for their own share, and there were three more mouths in the castle.

"I mean, before the boat capsized, there were only onions and pickled fish?" he asked again.

Renly actually wanted to ask why his boat capsized, because normally this boat shouldn't capsize.

The Onion Knight should bring a boatload of onions and then become the savior of Storm's End, otherwise why would he be called the Onion Knight?

But who can answer this question?

Things obviously didn't develop as he remembered, and what does this mean behind it, and what are the consequences of lack of food?

He instinctively rejected thinking about this.

"Only onions and pickled fish." Davos answered the boy's question.

Renly sighed with mixed feelings, stepped back a few steps, said goodbye, and was about to turn around and leave.

However, he had just taken two steps when he suddenly remembered something, so he turned around and looked at the middle-aged man who began to talk in a low voice with his companion.

"Have you been to the Iron Islands, Davos?"

I didn't expect him to come back and ask questions suddenly, but the smuggler seemed to have been waiting for an answer, and replied without any pause: "I have been there several times, the earliest was ten years ago, and the most recent was at the beginning of this year."

"Do you know about the Ironmen's drowning ceremony?"

Davos was very curious why the child of the great noble family asked such a question, but he still answered: "It depends on what kind of knowledge you have."

"Death, how can we reduce the possibility of death when drowning?"

"You can work on the rescue skills afterwards. Although the Ironmen's drowned priests claim that they are performing the Drowned God's Kiss of Life, in fact, it is just-"

"What about the drowned?" Renly interrupted the other party.

His blue eyes seemed to have turned into two dark pools in the dim environment, and the light emanating from them was unpredictable.

"I mean, if you were a drowned person, how could you make yourself more likely to survive?"

"This..."

Davos didn't know how to start for a moment.

He felt that the question asked by the black-haired boy was very strange.