In order to make this banquet in the remote location of Westeros Storm's End as rich as possible, several noble families in the fortress did not worry less, Daenerys did not have much time left for them, and it was not easy to support the dinner party in just one afternoon of preparation, in this era of backward efficiency.

In the central square of the lord's hall, there are many performers and jugglers gathered at this time, and the number is not many, but it is already the only artist in the Storm's Rest that can set off the atmosphere.

Because of the siege of the Unsullied, well-informed caravans bypassed Storm's End early on, and troupes such as circuses or theater troupes would not have come to the war-torn castle.

So if it weren't for a circus that happened to be in the castle, these nobles who were eager to prove their worth to Daenerys might not have been able to do anything, but now, these entertainers have become the fuse of chaos.

Stan turned a deaf ear to the chaos not far away, lowered his head and nibbled on the bread in his hand, and his eyes were still staring at the plate of bread that was about to bottom, in fact, most of the civilians who came to the dinner were in this state, because of the lack of food in the Storm's Rest Castle and they couldn't eat enough for a long time, they didn't hear the lively banquet, only the food in their hands was the most important.

However, after the banquet in the first half of the night, most of the people had already eaten, so they also had free energy to watch the troupe performances in the venue, and they also got together from time to time to coax, but Stan was obviously not one of the majority.

As a blacksmith, although his income and life are far better than those of other civilians, his consumption is also far greater than that of others, after all, he wants to build weapons. First of all, you have to have a good body. Stan eats almost twice as much as a normal person. During this time, the food in Storm's Rest Castle was scarce, but he was starved so badly that until now, his mouth has not stopped.

Stan munched on the bread in his mouth, and then sent it down with a thick broth, his shrewd and fierce eyes swept to the right and left from time to time, and when he returned from the North, he had also been a robber and thief for a long time in the war. How good can the character be.

Coupled with the fact that the physique of a long-term blacksmith makes him not inferior to Sir Farling's elite guards, Stan can be said to be the hegemon of Storm's End, and the civilians near the city gate do not dare to provoke him.

Finding that no one was paying attention, while the people around him were looking intently at the center of the field, Stan quickly touched two pieces of bread from the table and hid them in his arms, he also has a daughter who is less than ten years old at home, and the usual situation naturally does not lack her food and drink, but at this time, Fengxi Castle is short of food, even if he is a blacksmith and has money in his family, he can't buy food.

It is not a felony to possess food from a nobleman's banquet. But it is also a small thing, in line with the principle of one thing that can be less, one thing less. Stan is still very careful to make it, and these few pieces of dough in his arms are estimated to be enough for the two of them to eat for a while.

Stan had also heard of Daenerys Stormborn, but he didn't have any sense of belonging to the Targaryen dynasty or the puppet king on the Iron Throne now, as long as he lived well, so once the garrison of Storm's End was relaxed, he would immediately sneak out of the city with his daughter, and even the belongings here.

Because he estimated that soon Storm's Rest would be drawn into the flames of war, and although the blacksmith could make a small fortune at this time, he would also be drawn to the front line or hold the strong man at any time, and the man in black today casually turned his iron felt into gold iron felt, which also gave Stan the determination to sneak away.

The wealth of this melted iron felt was enough to make him one of the richest men in the kingdom, and he could start over with his daughter wherever he went, and he would have to melt the gold as a blacksmith.

Just when Stan was thinking about the rest of his life, he suddenly noticed that someone was pushing him behind him, which startled him, and he thought that he had been noticed about stealing the bread, but this impatience and fright disappeared without a trace immediately after turning his head.

Because leaning on him was a soldier, whether it was the long sword at his waist or the small shield hanging from his arm, all of them proved that he was Sir Farling's henchman and the most elite soldier in Storm's End, and in the face of such a person, even if Stan was a blacksmith, he would not dare to make a mistake.

"You...... Are you okay? Stan hurriedly tossed the food aside and helped the soldier up with a smile.

The weather in Westeros is cold, and most of them are knights, so most of the soldiers are wearing armor, and he is wearing a helmet with a cuirass and leg armor, I am afraid that he also weighs a hundred and ten pounds, and Stan is a blacksmith, and his strength itself is very great, so this armor is naturally not a problem, but he smells something else.

The smell of blood was very strong, very strong, almost instantly evoked the days when he experienced war, Stan found that the soldier in his hand was weak and powerless, and it seemed that he couldn't help him up, so he quickly turned the soldier over, and found that the soldier had not lost his life at any point, and a deep and long gap had been cut in his neck.

Stan's situation had long attracted the attention of others, originally the soldier's body was in the middle of the darkness and no one had noticed, but now as soon as he turned over, his wound was immediately clearly seen by others, Stan looked left and right, and found that the emaciated civilians nearby were scared stupid one by one, and the screams that should have been wanton were forgotten.

Stan was a little flustered, he didn't know what was going on, but he knew that he couldn't get involved in this kind of thing, so he hurriedly pushed the soldier aside and said in a hurry, "It's not me, it's not me, I don't know ......"

"Murdered!"

However, at this time, a frightened scream almost scared Stan's soul away, he thought it was caused by himself, but the next moment, he found that even more chaos broke out near the field not far away.

The servants present were all invited by the nobles for a lot of money, but their performances were also very exquisite, whether it was the acrobatic performance of throwing knives or fire-breathing, etc., all made the people present look at it intently, and there were many dwarf clowns, but the most eye-catching was the high platform erected on the left and right. and a performance that walks on a rope on a high platform.

This kind of rope-walking performance Stan also saw in his early years. But as the nations descended into chaos. There is no circus to perform and beg for a living, but now, this circus artist who walks the rope seems to have fallen, and he must not survive, and Stan's eyes rolled, as if he was thinking about whether to take advantage of the chaos to escape.

Although it is impossible to say that this is reasonable, these nobles are not good people in the first place, and it is estimated that they will not give themselves a chance to reason at all. Thinking of this, Stan was heartbroken, and prepared to flee home, and then leave Storm's End overnight.

And just before he could take action, even greater chaos permeated the audience.

"Look! What is that. ”

"What's wrong with you?!"

"I ...... I'd love to see ......."

There was a sudden panic at the lively banquet, as if some kind of epidemic was spreading rapidly, and in an instant, screams and cries took over the entire banquet, and the nobles sitting in the lord's hall were stunned by the scene below. Stand up and yell at something down there. But immediately, a stream of blood gushed out from his neck, and all of a sudden, the nobles began to panic.

Stan, like most of the others, was completely confused and had no idea what was going on, until a soldier seemed to find out about his companion's death and ran for Stan in a rage, and Stan found him too, and he tried to escape, but the panicked crowd blocked Stan's path.

"What did you do!" The soldier drew his sword and pointed at the pile of corpses on the ground, and walked over to him, shouting.

"I ...... I ......" Stan was speechless, these soldiers were not good at stubble, as Sir Fallin's personal guards, they could say that it was not an exaggeration to kill people without blinking, they were completely in control of Storm's End.

Just when Stan thought he was going to die here, the angry soldier suddenly paused, his footsteps slowly stopped, and he strangely touched his neck with his hand.

Stan's eyes were sharp, and he saw a black shadow disappear from the soldier's neck, and then, the soldier's blood gushed out, pouring down Stan's head and face in front of him.

"Monsters!!"

Stan let out a scream of terror and finally understood what had happened at the banquet, and he crawled to his feet, then squeezed out with all his might, joining the fleeing army.

Two raised platforms were erected to serve as circus ropes, and the wooden stands began to be overwhelmed, gradually tilting towards the center of the field, and then fell to the ground with a thud in a squeak of inverted teeth.

Stan in the crowd had long noticed the danger from overhead, and he relied on his strength to squeeze out desperately, where there were more old, weak, sick and disabled, he squeezed there, because there was a greater chance of going out.

Seeing that the wooden frame above his head was about to smash into the crowd, Stan no longer had any more energy to spare, he flipped over several long banquet tables, then squeezed several civilian women aside, and finally rushed out of the crowded venue before the heavy wooden frame splashed in all directions.

Obviously, Daenerys' much-anticipated dinner party was probably ruined, but Stan was quite lucky, after all, he was not one of those meat sauces and wounded people under the wooden frame, but in comparison, Sir Fallin was unusually angry.

At first, Sir Fallin didn't care, after all, it was common for accidents during performances or water at banquets, but as the crowd began to crowd outwards and scatter, even smashing wooden frames into the venue, he finally couldn't help but shout at the soldiers around him, "What's the matter with these pariahs! ”

He was not worried about the lives of these people, but for fear of messing up the task that Daenerys had given him.

"Big ...... My lord, I don't know yet. One of the soldiers half-knelt behind him, bowed his head and stammered, the chaos below came very suddenly, and they didn't know what was going on.

"Lord Afar is dead! My lord! Lord Afar is dead. At this moment, suddenly one of the guards rushed to Sir Farling's side, and then said in a panic.

"What!" Sir Fallin suddenly got up, Afar is a member of the Porta family in the city, and he is also a nobleman, the death of a nobleman is a big deal, especially in a small place like Storm's End, "how ......" But before he could speak, more news came one after another.

"Your Excellency, Your Excellency Polya is dead!"

"Dead ...... of Lord Gullith"

More and more guards converged on Sir Falin's side, as if to warn him that the situation below him had become chaotic, and then the faint brazier that had not yet been knocked over, Farin saw that there were indeed many people lying on the ground in the noble position not far away, and more people were running out in a panic like headless flies.

"My lord! The inner fort is on fire! ”

Another guard reported to Falin that he was covered in the smoke of the fire, but Ser Farin recognized him as the captain of the patrol he had left behind at the castle.

The scene was chaotic almost instantly, and the banquet hall below had become a mess, with long tables being torn to pieces, food and soup spilled on the floor, juggling props and mood-setting tents collapsing everywhere, and many corpses lying lying in them, the glare of blood flowing on the ground seemed to declare that the chaos was far from being simple as ordinary restlessness.

The braziers on both sides of the road were overturned to the ground, causing an even bigger fire along the wooden frames scattered on the ground, and some soldiers were running in them, busy fighting the fire, or driving away the crowds, Farin felt that his head was a little messy, what the hell was going on, was it an enemy invasion, where was the enemy, if not, what was the matter with the corpses, he even saw the corpses of several soldiers.

But in any case, the chaos can't be stopped, and the only thing that can be done now is to end the chaos as soon as possible, thinking of this, Fallin asked in a deep voice to the people around him, "Where is Her Majesty?" ”

"No...... I don't know. "Her Majesty hasn't come back since she left halfway, and we don't know where she is." ”

"What about the Queen's retainers?" Sir Fallin took a deep breath and asked again, he didn't intend to count on those nobles in the castle, he knew in his heart what these guys were, only Daenerys's people were more reliable at this time, after all, the army was in the hands of Her Majesty.

"They...... Let's go back to the castle and rest. One of the guards whispered beside him, "There are many noble ladies there, too." ”

As soon as Fallin heard it, he knew what was going on, he thought about it, and was ready to let everyone go down to maintain order, as long as the civilians were driven home, then the remaining nobles would naturally be quiet, and no matter what the enemy was, they could be gradually sorted out, but at this time, a sharp-eyed soldier suddenly pointed to the sky.

"Look, my lord...... Is that...... Rain? ”

Falin looked in the direction he was pointing, and found that the deep night had been shrouded in a layer of fog at some point, and in this fog, countless black spots were slowly falling, like countless locusts, with an oppressive aura, dark, and full of blood. (To be continued......)