Game of Thrones: Battle Royale Game

After being caught by his mutinous mercenaries as a sign of sincerity, Mataeus Meguya had been looking forward to meeting Ian as soon as possible.

He is the eldest grandson of Malachor Meguia, the current governor of Volantis. With this status, he believes that Ian does not dare to take any extreme measures against him, otherwise Volantis will be angered.

As a high-ranking Valyrian noble born in the Black Wall, Mataeus firmly believes that everything in this world can be exchanged for benefits. As long as Ian is willing to talk, he will definitely be free and will not pay at all. What an unbearable price.

But now, Mataeus is panicking, because since he was handed over to the Giths, he was directly thrown into this dungeon, and he has been left out for a full week today.

Mataeus was not worried that he could not offer conditions that could convince Ian, but he was worried that he would die in this dungeon before the other party knew his identity.

The dark dungeon was filled with the smell of mold and excrement. Fortunately, Mataeus's nose had temporarily become accustomed to the smell. He staggered to his feet, but was slightly stumbled by the shackles on his feet and almost fell. Fall to the ground.

This dark cell was very small and had no windows. Mataeus could only rely on the faint light from the oil lamp at the end of the corridor to see everything around him.

He groped his way to the iron gate, where his water and food were placed. Although the things were filled with a rancid smell, Mataeus still swallowed them.

In the first two days after entering, Mataeus once chose to refuse to eat. He asked the jailer for reasonable treatment as a prisoner of war, a clean room, water, food and female slaves, and then he was willing to negotiate with Ian.

It didn't go well. The jailer beat him up and ignored his pleas.

Mataeus thought that this was Ian's way of humiliating and torturing himself, forcing him to take the initiative to beg for mercy from him. In the pride of the high nobility, Mataeus chose to eat these terrible foods rather than compromise with Ian.

He knew that if he compromised and begged for mercy from Ian, he would not be able to get a fair opportunity to negotiate, and the other party would definitely blackmail the Meguya family.

In the next few days, the jailer and Mataeus got along well, and he once believed that his tenacity would force Ian to give in. Until yesterday, the jailers took away the captains who had been locked up in a few rooms next to them because of their resistance and said something like 'trial. ’

Mataeus originally thought that he was also one of the people on trial. He secretly swore that he would never bring shame to the honor of the Volantis nobles. He even thought about the draft of his speech in front of the judges and the public. As a result, the jailers ignored him at all and prepared to leave with only a few other people.

Mataeus immediately asked them why they didn't take him with them, but the other party replied, 'Who are you? ’

It wasn't until this moment that Mataeus finally realized the real reason why he had suffered so much these days. These guys didn't know his identity at all, and he was just having trouble with himself in the past few days.

After realizing this, Mataeus' mentality exploded, and he immediately wanted to reveal his identity and ask the jailers to help him make an appointment with Ian. As a result, as soon as he came to his senses, he found that the jailers had already left.

Mataeus tried, shouting loudly here could not be heard from above. He wanted to ask the jailer to help deliver the message to Ian. He could only wait for the other party's next arrival.

Fortunately, the jailer in the Meereen Black Prison would deliver meals to the prisoners once every day at noon, and he only had to wait until the next day to see the jailer again.

So Mataeus waited until now. While eating the best food left yesterday, he put his face close to the iron railing and looked at the end of the long corridor, hoping to see the figure projected by the oil lamp on the wall. .

But he waited for a long time, but no shadow appeared on the wall.

There was no daylight in the dungeon, and Mataeus had no way to determine the time. In the past, he had determined the time based on the number of times the jailer came to deliver food. This time, the jailer did not appear for a long time, which made him feel that time passed extremely slowly.

Time continued to pass as Mataeus suffered.

The food in the bowl had already been eaten, and there was a pain caused by hunger in his stomach. Mataeus finally couldn't help but grabbed the iron railing again and shouted for help outside, but as usual, he did not receive a response.

A terrible thought emerged in Mataeus' mind. Has he been forgotten?

Because he was imprisoned with several other captains before, the jailer also prepared a meal for him. As those captains were brought to trial, the fact that there were still people imprisoned below was revealed. Have the jailers forgotten?

Such speculation made Mataeus impatient, and he shouted even more hoarsely until his voice became hoarse, but he still received no response.

It must be my hallucination. I want to see the jailers so much that I feel that they are coming very slowly. Mataeus comforted himself in his heart, and then huddled in the corner and continued to wait.

I don't know how long it took, but Mataeus felt that he had completely lost his strength. It was difficult to even move his body. His vision was getting blurry. He felt that his life force was passing away.

despair.

Before finally closing his eyes, Mataeus finally saw the figure he had been waiting for appeared on the wall at the end of the corridor, but what turned around in the corridor was not a person, but a dazzling firelight.

"Is this here?" When Mataeus opened his eyes again, he only saw a vast expanse of white. The strong stinging sensation made him immediately close his eyes again, then turned his head away from the sun, and stretched out his hand to block the strong Light, slowly opened his eyes.

It took a long time for Mataeus to barely adapt to the light environment again. He looked around with half-squinted eyes. He found himself in an exceptionally beautiful garden, covered with an exquisite and gorgeous velvet carpet.

There was a row of dining tables not far away, filled with sumptuous food.

"Am I already dead?" Mataeus couldn't help but murmur.

Although there is no record of where people go after death in the myths of Volantis, Mataeus, as a navigator, has heard many descriptions of the afterlife from other peoples, such as the night Kingdom is another example of heaven.

Mateus clearly remembered that he fainted and died in the dungeon of Meereen, and when he opened his eyes, he saw all this.

Standing up from the carpet, Mataeus felt that his strength had recovered a little, so he quickly walked to the dining table, grabbed the food on it and started to eat it. It had been a long time since he had eaten such normal food, let alone drank such fine wine.

After eating and drinking, Mataeus began to walk towards the edge of the garden. He had to figure out where this place was. Even if it was really the kingdom of the dead, he had to figure out what was going on in this world.

However, as soon as he took a few steps, he was stopped by a group of beautiful girls in red robes. Seeing them, Mataeus suddenly noticed that the garden was filled with patterns of red hearts of R'hllorei.

The only thing that made him feel wrong was that the clothes on these girls were not the serious traditional red-robed monks' clothes, but more like the clothes of the 'Red Saint' of the Holy Grace Temple, also known as the 'Holy Prostitute'. Yunkai style art.

Mataeus' Adam's apple rolled, and he felt a fire burning in his lower abdomen.

"Welcome to the Lord's Garden, Lord Mataeus Meguia." At this time, the leader of the Red Saints took the initiative to approach Mataeus.

"Who is the Lord you are talking about?" When Mataeus heard this, his throat felt dry, and he secretly prayed that he would not get the answer he wanted in his heart.

"My master is R'hllor, Lord of Light, Heart of Flame, God of Shadow and Fire."

"Am I really dead?" For a moment, Mataeus felt empty in his heart. Although he had a premonition, confirming the news of his death with his own ears was another matter.

"No, Lord Mataeus, your body is still in the dungeon of Meereen. My master just heard your devout prayers, so he brought your soul to his garden."

When had I prayed to the Lord of Light? Mataeus looked confused.

"You pray for the shadows in the firelight." The Red Saint seemed to see what Mataeus was thinking and reminded her.

Does this even count? Mataeus almost blurted out. He remembered that at that time in the dungeon, he had indeed been staring at the fire at the end of the corridor, hoping to see the shadow appear, but what he really prayed for was that the jailer would come quickly!

However, Mataeus quickly restrained his thoughts, fearing that R'hllor would discover what he was thinking.

Regardless of whether you have prayed sincerely or not, God has responded to you and pulled you out of that hellish dungeon. Do you still want to know what is good and what is good?

Mataeus was still thinking about things when he suddenly noticed that the hand of the red saint had touched his face, and the other red saints had also gathered around him.

"The master ordered us to serve you well before sending you back." The Red Saint explained in a low voice.

"What the hell? You want to send me back?" Mataeus instantly grasped the point, and his outstretched hand froze at a centimeter of the Red Saint's chest.

"The master used flames to reveal your experience in the dungeon to his incarnation in the human world, the Human Emperor, Ian. The Human Emperor will send someone to pick you up in the dungeon, don't worry." The Red Saint said, grabbing Mataeus' frozen hand naturally placed it where it would have gone.

The next moment, Mataeus lost his last sanity and fell into the warm embrace given by the Red God.

When Mataeus woke up again, he found that he had reappeared in the familiar dungeon. The damp musty smell and the rancid smell of excrement entered his nose again, making him gag.

"Is it just a dream?" Mataeus thought instinctively, but soon he felt something was wrong. First, the hunger in his belly had disappeared. Second, he could still vaguely smell the fragrance of the garden just now. The soft touch still lingers on your fingertips.

"R'hllor, Lord of Light." Mataeus murmured in a low voice. He came to the iron bars again, looked at the fire at the end of the corridor, and prayed in a low voice.

No matter what, you can never go wrong giving it a try.

Before Mataeus could pray for long, a swaying figure appeared on the wall at the end of the corridor. Not long after, the jailer he had been thinking about for who knows how long finally appeared in front of him with a torch.

"I" Mataeus stopped and said to the other party just as he was about to speak.

"Mattaeus Meguia, right? His Majesty the Emperor wants to see you, come with me." The jailer opened the cell door as he spoke, then came in and untied Mattaeus' anklets.

Mataeus was overjoyed and crawled on the ground to follow the jailer's footsteps and walked out of the dungeon.

All he wanted now was to see Ian alive. As for the original idea of ​​retaining the dignity of Volantis's high nobles and never accepting any blackmail conditions from Ian, they were completely thrown out the window.

After the jailer brought Mataeus to the entrance of the dungeon, he handed him over to an Unsullied captain, who also prepared a luxurious four-wheeled carriage for him.

Mataeus didn't care that he was still wearing dirty prison clothes, and climbed into the carriage with ease. After sitting down in the carriage, he breathed a sigh of relief for the rest of his life.

Saved, thank R'hllor, thank the Lord!

No wonder there are so many Red God believers in Volantis. Grandpa tried his best to suppress them. Even the Tiger Robe Army was eroded by the Red God sect. Mataeus finally got what he had thought about for a long time. The answer.

R'hllor is a good god who does practical things for his believers!

But when Mataeus changed his mind, he quickly remembered what the Red Saint in the Garden of the Red God called Ian - 'the incarnation of our Lord in the world', 'the human emperor'.

No wonder he was able to defeat the most powerful horse king on the Dothraki sea! No wonder he could return to Meereen like a king and defeat all the invaders and traitors like autumn leaves swept away by the autumn wind.

It turns out that guy is not a human, but a god! Then it all makes sense.

but…

The smile faded, and fear and uneasiness climbed back onto Mataeus's face.

It's not over yet. He once wanted to loot God's city. Will he forgive himself easily? What should I do to atone for my sins?

Amidst Mataeus' anxiety and uneasiness, the four-wheeled carriage galloped on the road of Meereen, heading towards the Great Pyramid.

"Your Majesty, the person you want has been taken to the living room downstairs." Yada, the water dancer who serves as Ian's personal bodyguard, walked into Ian's newly renovated study and asked Celia who was discussing the county affairs. Ian Hui reports on bureaucracy and management programs.

"Take him to take a bath first, change into clean clothes, and then wait for me to meet him." Ian did not look up, still writing something on his hand.

"yes."

"Aren't you afraid of spoiling Mataeus when you play like this?" Celia waited for Yada to leave the room before smiling, "How did you come up with such a ghost idea?"

"Have you heard of Assassin?" Ian smiled and did not continue to explain, "As the scale of the intelligence station becomes larger and larger, the loyalty of the team becomes increasingly difficult to guarantee. I plan to select a group of good ones. Miaozi uses a similar method to brainwash, let’s do an experiment on him first.”