POV:Silvasa(She is a black person)

Against the backdrop of the dark night, the drifting the stars flickers and dims. Along the misty banks of the Honey River, there is a tavern with its signature features of hot pies filled with melons, and fruit wine that exudes honey fragrance. However, for me, the feeling of sipping the morning mist of the morning sun in the tranquil aroma of the wine is the unique feature of this tavern.

"What's going on today, little buddy? "The owner of the tavern, Ada, took advantage of no one calling her to do things and sat down on the small stool across the table." Don't drink too much, lest you shoot an arrow through my window like before, causing the drinker who beside it to blow the cold wind all night. "She placed her hand around the mouth of the bottle that was about to pour.

"The maester has to have a way to relieve his worries... We can't go out of the Citadel, we can't talk to anyone, and the dry and wrinkled parchment also can not listen..." She heard this and moved her finger away from the mouth of the bottle and asked, "What exactly happened?"

I choked up in my throat and said, "An archmaester passed away..."

"Oh, such a pity. "She rapped with both hands," Do you want any more wine？"

"No，thanks. "I drank all the residue from the cup, and a red thread overflowed from my mouth, first flowing through my cheeks, then through my fingers and throat, and finally soaking my collar in red.

"I'll bring the wine money tomorrow morning. "I lifted the bag that leaning against the corner of the table and then I slung it across my shoulder." It's okay, just need to get more customers for me on the way back"

Walking out of the tavern, there were several white crows standing on the branches of the withered tree. Although they were large, they were not so large that could lower the branches. I walked under the tree, and they didn't shout, but deflected or moved. I really hope the archmaester's body was swallowed by them and quickly left here, rather than buried in the damp and cold soil.

The next day, the cries of the crows swept through the bedroom, and I vaguely pushed open the quilt and curtains to let the sunlight to penetrate the room, adding warmth.

After a little washing, then walked out of the room and walked all the way to the hall. When checking the book sequence, my drowsy head bumped into the corner of the bookshelf. Instead of cursing, I rubbed and finished, and then recorded the missing books of the book counter.

After completing the tedious memorization, then came to a double door and lightly tapped on the latch. The man inside responded and stumbled to open the door.

"How are?the patients'?conditions? "I asked one of the caregivers, who was almost fifties and had heavy eyelids and a drooping nose.

"Not ideal. "He shook his head," The patches on the legs with brown leg disease have not disappeared, and the scars with boils on the chest are still spreading."

The room is spacious and bright, with sunlight shining on the right side of the bed. A row of feet are hanging in front of each other, and a wooden stick is used to open the quilt, revealing the mottled brown blocks inside, as stubborn as if a barnacle was attached.

"Let's give them ?bloodlettings, it will always be effective. "I wrote down the condition in the medical record and hung it by the bedside.

"So... what about those with boils？"

“Since leeches are useless, then ask Dr. Ambnos, he has a solution. "After I spoke, I left the room and walked into the confinement room, lifting the tapestry on the wall, revealing a narrow door that led to a secret room that had been in disrepair for many years.

I took a deep breath, a gentle and trembling breath, covered my mouth and nose with a pre prepared piece of fabric, tied both sides to my ears, and then opened the dusty door with the key to enter.

The floor inside is damp and cold, the air is filled with dust, the walls are embedded with iron bars, and the cells behind them hide some secrets of the Citadel.

Someone poked their face out of the railing and said, "Help me, I feel so painful." Its cry for help was weak and sorrowful, while others shouted, "Please, let me out!"

I don't care about it, the hope of rescuing them is extremely slim. It's definitely not what they think - scraping off the scales and applying plaster can cure them.

As I walked towards the end of the secret passage, there was a man tightly handcuffed by an iron chain. His lips were dry, his eyes were blank, one hand was shaking helplessly, and the other hand was already covered in dark gray scales.

"Are you here? "His lips moved," Have you brought the things I wanted？"

"Beer, bread, and snails, right? "I took out a bag of chowder from my pocket in my robe. The things that inside were those three things, but they were mixed together, making my appetite weak.

"Thank you for your alms... "He forced out a smile, his hard hand making a sound." "Whatever you want to do, I'll eat mine well. "Then he lowered his bald head and licked the bag of filth on the ground.

I thought to myself, "Just take one finger, that's enough

I took a dagger out of my calf pouch, my hand trembling uncontrollably. "It's okay, hurry up," the man comforted while chewing.

"Hello! "Suddenly, a shout rang out in my ear." If you can't do it, I'll do it. "The person next to me grabbed the dagger from my hand.

"Don't be afraid, it's me, "the man said, teasing his hair and revealing his eyes.

"Leon? Why are you…"

“I've been putted in confinement for a long time, and I accidentally discovered it. I'm very familiar with this job, "he said without further explanation. He asked the man lying on the ground to extend the infected hand and then cut off a finger.

"Take it, I have other things to do. "He wrapped a handkerchief tightly around his severed finger and handed it to me.

After hesitating for a while, I put the handkerchief into the pocket in my sleeve. Although it was blocked by the fabric layer,I could still vaguely feel the broken finger wriggling slightly.

In the early evening, it gradually began to rain and the familiar aroma of wine returned.

I sat in the corner, not drinking much, thinking alone in the faint candlelight, sometimes moving my glass, sometimes leaning against the window.

The time that I had not yet arrived at the Citadel, and I had been bored with days? passing by day by day. Every day, I wake up early, followed my mother on a pilgrimage to church, had lunch, and prayed at church. Before going to bed, I also kneeled by the bed and prayed to the gods... It seemed that doing so can really make our days better.

Knowing from my mother that my father had gone backwards, I had no choice but to accept the boredom of life until someone appeared - time had already blinded my memories, but I still remember that it was also a rainy day.

On the way to the church with my mother for worship, raindrops began to fall faintly from the top of the clouds, and by the time we arrived at the church, it was already pouring rain.

In the hall of the Mercy Holy Church, there are several deities, and at the feet of the deities are countless scattered candles. I often observe the candles carefully during my mother's preaching. That day... while observing, I noticed someone under the skirt of the "Mother" who had the same hobbies as me.

The boy's eyes were as clear and bright as a green pond, and their light yellow hair was tied into a strand towards the side of the head.Since that,we knew each other.

In autumn, enjoyed the sightof the fallen leaves under the trees. In the church, we sang together in the morning, when we were only teens, and we secretly sprouted in our hearts. But after six months, he drove away in a carriage, unsure of his whereabouts

I vaguely connected that person with Leon, their faces overlapping, and I suddenly thought - would it be... no, it wouldn't be so coincidental, unless it's a divine favor.

"One bottle of wine from Thousand Arbors Island, I'm almost tired of the others. "I don't know why, Leon just seemed to jump from my imagination to reality.

"What's the matter? Isn't the wine I cooked good? "Ada joked. "No, you do well incooking wine. What I'm tired of is honey." "Okay, take a seat first, "said the lady with a smile, then turned her head to search for the fine wine in the wine cabinet.

"Sivasa, "Leon called out when he saw me." Have you been scared by the broken finger?? "He sat across from me.

"No... no. "I moved my head from the window," I already sent that finger to Ambnus.

"Oh,silly me.I haven't brought enough money, can you help me make up for it? "He joked again.

"Why you ordered such an expensive one! "I didn't realize for a moment.

"Just kidding, don't take it too seriously, "he chuckled." But after all this time, where has Penn gone?"

"How could I know... "My perspective was blurry, only feeling the candlestick in front of me glaring.

"He seems to have run away with the sister of the tavern owner. Tsk, tsk, that girl's life will be tough in the future. Follow a swineherd to make ends meet. "Leon's tongue bigan to be sharp again.

"Hmm? My sister? "Ada exclaimed," When did I have an extra sister? Why don't I know?"

"Miley, don't you recognize it? "Leon asked her.

"I haven't heard of it, I guess you're mistaken, "she shook her head." I only found this bottle of wine from Thousand Arbor Island."

"Well, that's enough to drink, wouldn't it be better if someone could accompany me to drink? "Leon's gaze turned to me," Want to drink some?"

"No, I don't have an appetite. "I leaned aside and continued to watch the raindrops flowing outside the window eaves.?

"Secretly grieving yourself now? I used to have a friend who used to do the same... "His words lit up my mind, and it was definitely him. "Unfortunately, I parted ways with her afterwards, poor girl... I guess she still had tears in her eyes

"Met in church? "I asked tentatively.

"That's right. At that time, I was looking at the candlelight behind the 'Mother' 's buttocks, and the light in her eyes caught my attention. "He looked at the burning candlelight on the table, with a warm expression in his eyes.

"Are you…"Before I could finish speaking, a loud sound of a broken wooden door interrupted my words.

"Where's that chubby old cunt? It's been a few days and we haven't been given money yet! "Several mercenaries broke in, and Ada disappeared at this moment.

"Yo, there you are... "One of them grabbed her from the front desk and approached Ada with his face.

"Speak up, where's the money! "He exclaimed, and Ada was scolded to the point where she let out a whimper."Looks like your tavern is running very well, one?customer is a?blondy bastard and another one is a monkey from the Midsummer Islands."

I knew I should brought my bow here, the arrogant mercenary was clearly leader. With just one arrow shot into his swollen eyeball, he could easily see who the monkey was.

"I... really, don't...have any…"Ada continued to choke.

"Is that right? "He sneered,"Bull shit！"He spat saliva and splashed it on Ada's face." Then we will smash your tavern, smash all of these! "He spat on her face.

The other few people immediately began to lift the table and smash the window, and the fat man slammed Ada to the ground and pulled the lanyard off his pants.

"Stop! "I shouted, and they all looked at me together.

"Oh , the monkey is angry. "The fat man turned his head and said," Looks like pretty then... "He looked up and down and said," Come here, little monkey, I have a? giant banana for you. It's hot and warm."

"Aren't you asking for money? I have it! "Leon stood up at this moment, rummaging through his wallet and revealing a handful of gold coins." This should be enough. Promise me, once you get it, you'll leave here as soon as possible. The previous account... is written off."

"Okay! Come on, give it to me. "The fat man let Ada go and walked slowly over.

"I'll put it on the table, you can pick it up yourself. "Leon scattered the golden coins, and the bandits' eyes were fixed on them.

"Ah! you bitch! "The mercenary reached out to grab the gold coin, took a sharp blade out of its sheath, and nailed his hand to the wooden table.

"Well, take it... "Leon clenched the dagger in his hand, and the man's wrist was tightly inserted, as if the wooden table had been pierced.

"Ah! "Roared the mercenary," Kill him! "The others immediately drew their swords and took steps.

"Shh... "Leon twisted his dagger and the person's nails were embedded in the table." Those who haven't read any books understand that the blood vessels in your wrist are the most densely packed, aren't they? As long as I gently turn it, your blood vessel will break again. "The people began to panic and hesitated.

"Fortunatly,?here is the Citadel, and here are many people studying medicine. Now get away from here and never come back. Maybe you can still keep your hand... "Leon said softly." Now... get out! "He pulled out his dagger, and a blood spray sprayed out, gradually staining Leon's wine stained collar.

"Hurry up, the blood is flowing again! "He held some gold coins in his hand and was surrounded to leave.

Ada was clearly dumbfounded. Leon approached her and comforted her softly, "It's okay, I'm sure they won't come again." He patted Ada's shoulder and then walked out of the tavern.

"Leon! "I chased after him.

"What's the matter? "He turned around.

"At night... I'll be waiting for you on the roof... "Before I could finish speaking, I hurriedly left. "Where? Which roof! "

In the evening, the starlight took over the sun and covered the citadel. The waves beat the shore, and then a thin mist rose and dispersed everywhere.

I carried a candle to the roof where I agreed to meet. The night fog penetrated into every crack in the city. I covered the candle and looked around.

The surrounding silence is terrifying, and the rising mist has always been the veil of the city at night, covering the daily noise. Leon sat at the edge of the eaves and looked at me: "Have a sit."

Without saying a word, I sat quietly beside him, close to him. The candle flickered in the wind and reflected a lonely boat on the roof.

After a long silence, he asked, "Only bring one candle..."

"In fact, we don't need to light candles any more. What is in front of us is a white candle that keeps burning all the time." Looking at the far downstream of the Honey River, the beacon fire on the Sky Toucher floats in the dense water vapor at night, like a ship with orange sails, sailing in the vast fog sea.

"With such a heavy fog, I don't know how many people will climb out of the high wall of knowledge and throw themselves into the arms of prostitutes." He chuckled, and the lock of golden hair hanging in front of his right eye was blown up with the wind. "I don't know how many people will do something unseen in the fog."

In the vast white fog, the more I looked at his face, the more I felt strange, but at the same time, I found his palm was soft and hot. My five fingers are closed together, and the two fingers are intertwined. I can't help thinking: "Leon is the only person in the citadel who knows my identity. I have been with him since I was a child, and I have long had feelings in my heart."

I stood up with his palms around each other. My body was unconsciously close to each other, and a warm feeling was transmitted from his chest. I could feel the temperature of his body surface like fire, and he seemed to have his own hot blood flowing under the skin. In the silence, his next breath was heard clearly, sometimes peaceful, sometimes urgent, and sometimes sighing.

"It's ridiculous. It seems that we have only known each other for a year." My waist was surrounded by a pair of cold hands, like a dagger waiting to be stabbed behind me. At this time, under the veil of the night, it doesn't matter whether we kiss, play funny or even go to bed. It is easy to forget the present by recalling the past often, but if you do the opposite, life will be dull.

I leaned against his throat and let the candle flame at my feet go out. At this moment, there is only one another, and the warmth in my hands is still not gone.

"Oh... are we drunk?" I confirmed repeatedly in my heart.

"Someday…" he paused suddenly. "Nothing."

I stroked his neck, and sure enough, they were all like flower stems, beautiful and just appeared in front of me. Maybe... one, no, two. Yes, two bites can make his throat glow.

We spent moments and moments in silence, and finally both of us put into action, kissed his lips and teeth, and dragged the collar of his clothes. We never felt that this kind of communication was necessary.

The lips were bitten by each other, and the feelings buried deep in the heart became more and more apparent. The gradually rising body temperatures of both sides warmed the air on the side of the body. I saw... his eyes under the golden strands of hair, filled with hot tears, dropping on my shoulder.