In order to make this banquet, located in the remote location of Westeros, Fengxi Fort, the few noble families in the fortress worry about it, Daenerys didn't leave much time for them, and just one afternoon of preparation wanted to support the dinner. It was not easy in this era of backward efficiency...

In the square at the center of the Lord's Hall, there were many performing and juggling actors gathered at this time. There were not many, but they were already the only artists in Fengxi Castle that could set off the atmosphere.

Because of the siege of the Unscrupulous, the well-informed caravans bypassed the Fengxi Castle early on and continued to move forward, and performance teams such as circuses or troupes would not come to this castle surrounded by war.

So if there weren't a group of circuses that happened to be staying in the castle, these nobles who were eager to prove their worth to Daenerys would have no choice, but now, these artists have become the fuse of chaos.

Stan turned a deaf ear to the chaos not far away, lowered his head and chewed the dough cake in his hand, and his eyes were also staring at the plate of dough cake that was about to come to the bottom. In fact, most of the Fengxi Castle civilians who came to the dinner party were in this state. Because Fengxi Castle lacked food and could not eat enough for a long time, they turned a deaf ear to the lively banquet, and only the food in their hands was the most important.

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

As a blacksmith, although his income and life are far better than other civilians, his consumption is also much greater than that of others. After all, if you want to build weapons, you must first have a good body. Stan's appetite is almost twice as high as that of ordinary people. During this period, Fengxi Fort was short of food, but he was hungry, so he has never stopped talking until now.

Stan chewed the bread in the mouth of the man with a big mouth, and then sent it down with thick broth. His shrewd but fierce eyes swept to the left and right from time to time. When he returned from the North, he also took advantage of the war to be a robber and thief for a long time, so how good can his character be.

In addition, the physique of the blacksmith for many years made him no less than Sir Farin's elite guard. Stan can be said to be a domineering person in Fengxi Castle, and the civilians near the city gate dared not provoke him.

When he found that no one was paying attention, while everyone around him was looking at the center of the venue attentively, Stan quickly touched two pieces of bread from the table and hid it in his arms. He also had a daughter under ten years old in his family. Naturally, her food would not be lacking, but Fengxibao was short of food at this time, and even if he had money in his blacksmith's family, he could not buy food.

Although it is not a serious crime to privately keep food at a noble party, it is not a big deal. Based on the principle of having less money, Stan is still very careful when making it. The few pieces of bread in his arms are probably enough for the two of them to eat for a while.

Stan also heard of Daenerys's name when the Storm was born, but he had no sense of belonging to the Targaryen dynasty and the pseudo-kings on the Iron Throne. He just needed to live well. So once the Fengxi Castle was garrisoned, he would immediately sneak out of the city with his daughter, not even needing the property here.

Because he estimated that Fengxi Castle would soon be involved in the war. Although the blacksmith could make a small move at this time, he would be drawn to the front line or to hold the men at any time. Moreover, today the man in black turned his iron felt into a gold iron felt, which also gave Stan the determination to sneak away.

The wealth after the melting of this gold and iron felt was enough to make him one of the richest people in various countries. At that time, no matter where he went, he could start over with his daughter, and as a blacksmith, he could save the opportunity to melt gold.

Just as Stan was planning for the rest of his life, he suddenly found someone pushing him behind him, which scared him and thought that he had been noticed by someone. However, this impatience and frightening disappeared immediately after turning his head.

Because it was a soldier who leaned against him, whether it was the long sword at his waist or the small shield hanging on his arms, it all proved that he was Sir Faring the confidant of Sir Faring and the most elite soldier in Fengxi Castle. Faced with such a person, even if Stan was a blacksmith, he would not dare to act rashly.

"You... are you okay?" Stan quickly threw the food in his hand aside and helped the soldier up with laughter.

The weather in Westeros is cold and mostly knights, so most of them are soldiers wearing armor. His helmet, breastplate and leg armor may weigh 100 pounds. As a blacksmith, Stan has great strength, so this little armor is naturally no problem, but he smells something wrong.

The strong smell of blood was very strong, and it almost instantly evoked the days when he was experiencing war. Stan found that the soldiers in his hand were weak and could not be helped up no matter how hard he helped them. So he quickly turned the soldiers over and found that the soldier had lost his life at that time and had a deep and long gap on his neck.

Stan's situation had long attracted the attention of others. Originally, the soldier's body was half dark, but now when he turned over, his wound was immediately seen clearly by others. Stan looked to the left and right and found that the thin-faced civilians nearby were frightened one by one, and the screams that should have come out of nowhere were also forgotten.

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

"Murdered!"

However, at this time, a terrified scream almost scared Stan's soul away. He thought it was caused by him, but the next moment, he found that even greater chaos broke out near the venue not far away.

The actors present were invited by the nobles for a lot of money, but their performances were also very exquisite. Whether it was the craftsmanship of flying knives or fire-breathing performances, they all kept the people present from watching them. There were also many dwarf clowns, but the most eye-catching ones were the high platforms set up on both sides of the left and right, and the performances walking through the ropes on the platform.

Stan had seen this kind of rope-walking performance in his early years, but as the countries entered chaos, no circus showed up to perform or make a living. But now, the rope-walking circus artist seemed to have fallen and he would definitely not be able to survive. Stan's eyes turned, as if he was thinking about whether to escape in the chaos.

Although it is hard to explain this, these nobles were not good people and probably wouldn't give themselves a chance to reason. Thinking of this, Stan made a fuss and prepared to escape home and then leave Fengxi Castle overnight.

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

"Look! What is that."

"What’s wrong with you?!"

"I... want to see..."

The lively banquet suddenly became panic. It was like some kind of rapid spreading infectious disease. In an instant, screams and cries occupied the entire banquet. The nobles sitting in the lord's hall were stunned by the scene below, stood up, and angrily scolded something at the bottom, but immediately, a stream of blood gushed out from his neck, and the nobles also began to panic.

Stan was like most other people. He was completely confused and had no idea what was going on. Until a soldier seemed to have discovered the death of his companion and rushed towards Stan in anger. Stan also discovered him. He wanted to escape, but there were panicked people nearby, blocking Stan's road.

"What did you do!" The soldier drew his sword and pointed at the pile of corpses on the ground, Stan, and shouted.

"I...I..." Stan couldn't speak. These soldiers were not good at it. As Sir Faring's personal guards, they could say that they could kill without blinking. They were the complete control of Fengxi Castle.

When Stan thought he was about to die here, the angry soldier suddenly paused, his steps slowly stopped, and he strangely touched his neck with his hands.

Stan's eyes were very sharp. He saw a dark shadow disappearing from the soldier's neck. Then, the soldier's blood gushed out, pouring Stan's face in front of him.

"Monster!!!"

Shi Dan let out a terrified scream, and finally understood what happened at the banquet. He rolled and crawled, stood up, then squeezed out and joined the escaped army.

The two places were built and the high platform used as circus ropes also made a squeaking sound. The wooden brackets began to be overwhelmed and gradually tilted towards the center of the field. Then, with a creaking squeak of inverted teeth, they fell to the ground.

Stan in the crowd had long noticed the danger from the top of his head. He relied on his strength and tried his best to squeeze out. He would squeeze wherever there were many elderly, weak, sick and disabled people, because the chance of going out in this way was greater.

Seeing that the wooden frame above his head was about to hit the crowd, Stan no longer had any spare energy. 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 everywhere.

Obviously, the dinner that Daenerys had hoped for was probably destroyed, but Stan was quite lucky. After all, he was not the meat sauce and wounded under the wooden frame, but Sir Faring was extremely angry in comparison.

At the beginning, Sir Faring didn't care. After all, it was common for an accident during the performance or a waterfall at a banquet. However, as the crowd began to crowd out and fled in all directions, even the wooden frames were smashed into the venue, he finally couldn't help but yelling at the personal soldiers beside him, "What's going on with these untouchables!"

He was not worried about the life and death of these people, but was afraid of messing up the task assigned to him by Daenerys.

"Big... Sir, I don't know yet." A personal soldier half-kneeled behind him and said stammeringly. The chaos below came very suddenly, and they didn't know what was going on.

"His Excellency Alphar is dead! Lord! Your Excellency Alphar is dead." At this time, a personal guard suddenly rushed to Sir Falin's side and said in a panic.

"What!" Sir Falin suddenly stood up. Afar was a member of the Pota family in the city and was also a nobleman. The death of the noble was a big deal, especially in a small place like Fengxi Castle. "How..." But before he could speak, more news came one after another.

"Sir, Lord Polyah is dead!"

"His Excellency Gulis dies..."

More and more guards gathered at Sir Falin, as if warning him that the situation below had become chaotic, and then the weak brazier that had not been knocked over, Falin saw that there were indeed many people lying on the ground in the aristocratic position not far away, and more people ran out in panic like headless flies.

"Sir! The inner castle caught fire!"

Another personal guard reported to Falin. His body was covered with smoke marks of burning fire, but Sir Falin still recognized him as the captain of the patrol team he left behind in the castle.

The scene almost became chaotic in an instant, the banquet venue below had become in a mess, the long table was scattered, food and soup were scattered all over the floor, the juggling props and the tents that set off the atmosphere also collapsed everywhere, and there were many corpses lying across it, the dazzling blood flowing on the ground seemed to be declaring that this chaos was far from simple as ordinary restlessness.

The braziers on both sides of the road were overturned to the ground, causing a bigger fire along the wooden frames scattered on the ground. Some soldiers ran in it, busy putting out the fire or driving away the crowded crowds. Falin felt his head was a little confused. What was going on? Is it an enemy invasion? Where did the enemy come from? If not, what was the corpse? He even saw the corpses of several soldiers.

But no matter what, the chaos could not be stopped. The only thing that can be done now is to end the chaos as soon as possible. Thinking of this, Falin asked the people around him in a deep voice, "Where is Her Majesty the Queen?"

"No...I don't know." A soldier in charge of the patrol banquet said tremblingly. "Her Majesty the Queen has not come back halfway, and we don't know where she is."

"Where are those retainers of the Queen?" Sir Farin took a deep breath and asked again. He did not intend to count on the nobles in the castle. He knew in his heart what these guys were like. Only Daenerys's men were more reliable at this time, after all, the army was in the hands of Her Majesty the Queen.

"They... go back to the castle to rest first." A personal guard whispered beside him, "There are many noble ladies there too."

Falin knew what was going on as soon as he heard it. He thought about it and prepared to let everyone go down to maintain order. As long as all the civilians were driven home, the remaining nobles would naturally calm down. At that time, no matter what enemies there were, they could be gradually found out. However, at this time, a sharp-eyed soldier suddenly pointed to the sky.

"Sir, look... is that... rain?"
Chapter completed!