Game of Thrones Starts with the Lord Blast System

The bright moonlight shrouded the earth.

Losing the temperature control effect of sunlight, the slightest chill has begun to envelope the fishing village and the port.

The night is getting dark.

Among the several brothels in the fishing village port, they are still in full swing.

Rounding up a brothel is a trivial matter, but having a wizard is different, and you must be well prepared.

A fire broke out in the lord's mansion, and thirty torches were ignited. A cavalryman left the mansion's back door ahead of time to inform the soldiers guarding the port gate of the fishing village to close the door, and pay attention to be careful on duty at night.

In order not to alarm the snakes, the number of guards that Lynn brought from White Harbor was only fifty, and they entered the castle in the name of inspection.

Although the largest brothel in the fishing village port is a two-story wooden building, the overall area is not large, at most three or four hundred square meters, which is equivalent to a small single villa.

I heard that there are hundreds of Drowned God believers there, but if you want to squeeze a few dozen people into the brothel, it will be very crowded, and it is obviously impossible for a hundred people.

What's more, the brothel has to operate normally.

Lynn arranged for the soldiers to ambush, and let these soldiers stand by at the lord's mansion.

He got into the carriage of the lord's mansion, accompanied by Han Niu and two soldiers of the guard regiment who had lost their armor, and set off from the gate of the mansion. After driving straight for a while, the carriage turned to the road on the left.

It hasn't been long since it was night, because it's the season for sowing crops. The streets and alleys are full of beet and yellow wheat seeds, hanging under every eaves like wind chimes.

Passing through the residential area, you will pass a rotating mill windmill.

This is a mill and a windmill. It doesn't need to rest like a territorial citizen. As long as there is wind, it will not stop working.

The windmill was still blown by the small sea breeze, turning squeakly. In the moonlight, you could even see the windmill, and the wind and rain covered the gray, desolate, rotten leaves of the windmill.

I heard that this old mill existed in the fishing village port for more than ten years, and it was put into use before Lynn's body was born.

Lynn peered out of the wagon to glance at the mill, then the wagon turned from the street into a nice brightly lit yard and stopped in front of a fancy house.

This is the largest and most famous brothel in the village port.

The female shop owner, who is known as the beauty of Hejiandi, was smiling and standing under the lights of the eaves. She saw the carriage enter, took small steps, and greeted the carriage that entered the yard, and quickly stretched out her white face. hand.

This is the prostitute of the brothel.

Lynn walked out of the carriage slowly, nodding slightly with an expressionless face.

Showing the high attitude that a distinguished guest should have.

He had booked the service at the top of the brothel long ago. The prostitute only knew that he was a noble from the north, and he had paid a lot of money a few days ago to arrange tonight's style talk.

Under the guidance of the prostitute, Lynn entered the hall from the courtyard.

During this time, he paid attention to the situation in the yard.

Under the clear moonlight, he saw a transplanted apple tree in the corner of the yard. A tent was placed in the shade of the apple tree. There was no light in the tent, and it was hidden in the corner, which seemed to be an idle display.

It is not clear whether it was used as a temporary love house when the brothel business was booming.

Just as Lynn entered the room, the blinding lights made it bright for a while, and he soon heard the laughter in the room and the sound of bowls colliding.

The brothel's business is very good, which means that either the prostitute has a very good business experience, or the young ladies here are very beautiful.

The hall was full of people. Lin En led Han Niu and two guards through the hall and went straight to the second-floor wooden building. There was an elegantly furnished small room. Although it was said to be elegantly furnished, Lynn was still in the second floor of the wooden building. In the corridor on the first floor, I suddenly saw a spider's web hanging on the wall next to the door.

It is not as clean as imagined.

Lynn frowned and hesitantly did not walk into the open hut, but a woman's crisp laughter soon came from inside.

"Please come in."

The old bustard also gave a respectful salute and said with a smile, "Your Excellency, if you want, I'll go first?"

Lin En smiled and nodded, stepped into the house, and left the three Han Niu and the prostitute at the door of the house.

Entering the house, I found that the furnishings inside seemed to be much more atmospheric than the outside. A well-dressed woman was lying on her back on a cotton bench. In the center of the house at her feet, there was a huge wooden basin with a size of five or six square meters. , The pool was also sprinkled with some fragrant variegation.

Half of the woman's fair little feet were soaking in the wooden tub, and she lifted one end of her skirt with one hand, as if she was worried about getting her robe wet.

Lin En first glanced at the woman carefully.

Her face is small and pointed, and her appearance is very outstanding, and she is considered a very beautiful type.

However, it wasn't as good as expected, Lynn thought with disappointment.

Lynn looked at the woman, and the woman was looking at him. Lynn was dressed elegantly, with a sense of freedom and ease in her unexpected elegance.

"Your Excellency, come here."

The woman winked like silk, glanced at Lin En lazily, and spoke slowly.

Then he rolled up the skirt gracefully, exposing the ankle bone and the lower half of the calf, a pair of calfs belonging to a flexible, powerful and petite woman.

Face temptation.

Lynn didn't go over, but stopped and sat down at a wine table at the door of the house. He stared at the small pool under the woman's feet and frowned, "Come out of the pool and dry the water."

The woman gave Lin En a surprised look, and then said dissatisfiedly, "Your Excellency doesn't seem to be here for fun."

However, he still lifted his ankle from the pool, took a clean sackcloth to dry it, and walked towards Lynn with bare feet.

"How can you see it?"

"Intuition, you don't look like a woman who lacks a woman~www.wuxiaspot.com~ staring at the woman in front of her who is approaching, she stands up with slender ankles, beautiful legs, soft hips and provocative winks, It's easy to motivate any man's desire.

Lynn relieved and said, "Your intuition is very accurate."

The woman paused when she heard the words, and Lynn's words pushed her into a timid and hesitant mood.

She hesitated to come to Lynn's side. After sitting down, she started pouring wine from the jug on the table.

"Ah! I'm sorry, I'm really thirsty!" The woman said apologetically, and then drank the wine in her glass.

Lynn didn't care, but got up and took two steps, stretched out his hand and pushed open the window in the house, and looked out from the window. From here, he could just look at the courtyard below.

The carriage he was riding was still quietly in the yard, and it was still dark under the apple tree in the corner.

After opening the window, the air was no longer just a strong, even pungent scent. The warm air was mixed with the smell of the sea, the smell of rushes, alfalfa and weeds, and the smell of seaweed on the exposed rocks, which made him slow down. Slowly indulge in it.

"What are you looking at?" The woman looked at the strange guest in front of her and said, putting down the wine glass.

Lynn turned around by the windowsill, and his eyes finally met her eyes.

She saw that the black eyes were as deep as a starless night sky, and she couldn't help holding her breath.

Lynn came over and sat beside the woman, looking up at her.

"Is there an underground shaft under the apple tree in the yard?"

The woman's heart beat wildly when she heard the words.

She hesitantly said, "What... what?"