【A medieval nobleman with some status seemed to have injured his leg; he seemed to have not eaten for a long time】

【His age may be between 35-55】

【He looks guilty and despair】

【he……】

The constant emergence of prompts made Charles a little doubt whether he had found the wrong ally.

【Someone came here not long ago】

A message floated in his slightly moved eyes, and Charles ignored it, but stood there and hesitated.

This is not a healthy person, it is obvious, and I don’t want to take any burden if I want to escape here.

"He is not a qualified ally." Secretly making a decision, Charles sighed, secretly feeling that he was wasting his time.

At the same time, the middle-aged man in the corner, who covered his eyes, had adapted to the light and saw clearly the appearance of the visitor.

Medium-height, standing at the door, the shadow was long, the cheeks were sunny under the dim light of the torch, half of the clear face was covered with sweat stains, and a head of carbon black hair was tightly attached to the forehead, which looked quite messy.

His facial features are immature and have not yet grown, so he looks about the same age as his eldest son, and his waist is straight and he should have received corresponding training or good tutoring.

Under the torn white shirt, his scarred upper body was mixed with black and red, which looked very embarrassed, but he could still see his fair skin that should have been pampered.

"Are you from the Cobrey family in the Valley? Or from the Brecon family in the River?" he asked, his eyes full of scrutiny.

This is a young man who is born in a wealthy family and has not suffered much. This can be confirmed from his appearance.

In Westeros, a land where business is not well developed, there is a high chance that such families will be aristocrats.

There are many black-haired families, but not many black-haired and black-eyed families, and there are not many similar people to this young man, so as soon as they met, the prisoners with rich experience basically determined a range.

However, as soon as the boy at the door opened his mouth, he directly overturned his guess.

"No one is." said the visitor, his voice slightly hoarse after the smoke, and it sounded a little awkward, like a two or three-year-old child learning to speak.

No, no, the child's voice was radiant, but the person who came did not do this, it was more like the accent of travelers outside the seven countries when they were not familiar with the local language.

So he asked again: "Where are you from? Ursus? Or Sothros? Or other messy places I don't know?"

"Other messes you don't know about." Shire replied, his original plan to leave was temporarily restrained.

Although the middle-aged nobleman who is as embarrassed as a beggar seems to be a cripple, he seems to know everything very well...

Newbie instructor?

After secretly complaining, Charles said straight to the point: "I just killed the guards here and are about to escape from here. Do you want to be with me?"

Thanks to the two guards, the Westeros common language knowledge that was originally lacking was considered a rough idea at this time. Although he still didn't know many words, what he knew could have allowed him to communicate with the locals here.

"No matter where you come from, you will be punished with a higher level of crime after being sentenced." The prisoner shook his head: "And want to escape from Red Fort? A ridiculous idea."

"At least it's better than waiting for death here." Shire curled his lips and said, "Are you sure you won't run away?"

"Escape?" said the prisoner. "Where do you think a poor man who is both lame and hungry, and has a pedantic mind, can escape?"

As he said that, a hint of self-deprecating appeared on his dirty face: "He may not even be able to step out of this door."

The guy seemed to have been hit hard before he came in. Shir thought about it and then turned around and left.

"Then you stay here and wait for death."

The young man walked without hesitation, leaving only an open prison door. The wind blew across the corridor, making a few harsh creaking sounds.

"I'm not going to die,"

The prisoner murmured, lowering his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Although this is detrimental to honor."

...

Shire was not frustrated by the failure of "persuading surrender" because there are many cells on this floor. If you don't go with him, there will always be other people who will agree and can't wait.

However, after a long time, he did not realize that there were any living people in the surrounding cells.

"Hello!"

When I opened one prison door after another, there was clearly someone, but I ignored Charles' greetings, laying or sitting motionlessly, and it seemed that they were all dead.

Of course, it was not entirely "dead". During this period, he still met people who reacted. Unfortunately, that person was more disappointing than the first prisoner. He was so weak that he couldn't even stand up, let alone walking, which made Charles quite annoyed and a little stunned.

Is this place a prison or a death row camp? Why do they all seem to be abandoned and no one cares about it?

But this is not right. There were two prisoners guarding me just now. Is he the only one special?

"Let's go on your own?" Looking at the stairs leading to the upper level at the end of the corridor, Charles kept thinking about it.

"This is not bad. The guards are very relaxed and I never expected anyone to escape from prison."

"But I'm not familiar with this at all. Don't run away and don't run away. If you run into the enemy's nest, you'll get bad food..."

"Go upstairs to look for it?"

He did it as soon as he wanted to do it. He carefully climbed up the stairs and came to a slightly clean corridor. However, after just one look, he walked back depressedly.

There were many prison cells and prisoners there, but he did not have the corresponding key. The cell in his hand that only fits the direwolf is located can not open the upper door at all, let alone find allies...

"Go back and find the prisoner with a stinky face to find out the general situation outside the tower? If you don't find an ally, you can only count on him."

Thinking of this, Charles followed the stairs back to the penultimate floor. Then, just after walking a few steps, a staggering sound of footsteps suddenly came from the cell in front of him. He hurriedly approached and couldn't help but feel happy.

In the room, the prisoner was walking step by step from the cell where he was imprisoned.

"Change your mind?"

"If you are hungry for a while, you can't help it when you see hope for food." The middle-aged prisoner walked out of the door with the wall, and the middle-aged prisoner glanced at Shire.

"That may disappoint you. There is no bird shit outside." Charles said angrily: "Do you want dead flesh? Just slaughtered, fresh."

He thought this guy was really bad, and his tone was cold and his face was always stern. It was better to say that someone owed him money than serious.

Unfortunately, when it comes to Charles' words, the other party just glanced at him quietly without getting angry at all: "This black prison was just plundered by the black robe not long ago. I guess you can't find other living people, so you will come to me, a cripple."

"I hope I won't come to you," said Charles, looking at the prisoner's legs, and couldn't help but say again: "Someone claims that he can't get out of this cell, which now seems like an excuse."

"That's indeed an excuse," said the prisoner. "But I can't believe how a half-old boy and a cripple-"

Halfway through his words, his words came to an abrupt end. His palm, holding the wall, subconsciously clenched his fists, staring at a white figure, and his pupils shrank.
Chapter completed!