That night, Bloodstone Island sank into oppressive darkness.
The noisy training ground was silent during the day, with only the never-ending waves roaring and whimpering between the reefs, like a cold and monotonous mournful song of the moon played by the gods.
Jorah was about to toss and turn on her humble wooden bed when there was a hesitant, alcohol-smelling footstep outside the door, followed by a rude knock.
"Coach! Coach Jora! "
A murmured voice shouted, "Master Rollo... Please go over... Drink..."
Jorah's heart jumped suddenly.
Rollo?
That rude, irritable, former pirate leader, now a highly used general under Liu Qian?
He is looking for himself to drink?
This was never possible before.
A hint of alertness and... Unquenchable anticipation quietly rose.
He quickly put on a cleaner coat and followed the guard, who was also drunk, through the dark and narrow lanes that smelled of fish and garbage to Rollo's yard.
The courtyard was much better than his stone house, with taller stone walls and a small lookout.
"Who?" The soldiers guarding the shadow of the courtyard gate asked vigilantly, pressing their hands to the short knife at their waists.
"Jorah Mormont." Jorah's voice was calm and unwavering.
"Coach!" The guard saw the person coming clearly through the dim torchlight, and immediately straightened his body and saluted, with the neatness unique to sailor.
On Bloodstone Island, training pirates on errands earned Jorah the not-so-noble but practical title of "Coach".
The guard pushed open the heavy wooden door: "Master Rollo is waiting for you inside." "
He pointed in the direction of the main house, and the strong smell of alcohol wafted out from the crack in the door.
Jorah stepped into the hall.
There were only a few grease candles lit in the house, and the light was dim and swaying.
Rollo sat alone at a long rough table, with a huge clay pot in front of him.
The intense, sweet and fragrant aroma of pear comes to the face, which is the finest brandy of Telossi.
Rollo's face was unnaturally flushed in the candlelight, his eyes were blurred, and when he saw Jola come in, he grinned and exposed his jagged yellow teeth, and slapped the bench beside him vigorously.
"Ha! Jorah! The knight master of Kumashima is here. "
Rollo's voice was full of alcohol, and his tongue was a little knotted: "Come on, sit down!" Try this, the good thing of Telossi, pear brandy, is not comparable to those Liss sour grape waters. "
He picked up the clay pot and filled the notched clay cup in front of Jorah, and the amber wine almost overflowed.
Jorah sat down obediently, her eyes quickly swept over Rollo's state.
His steps were vain, his eyes were scattered, and his speech was slurred, obviously he had drunk a lot.
He calmed down a little, picked up the glass of strong wine calmly, and did not drink it immediately, but let the spicy smell of alcohol stimulate his nasal passages.
"Good wine!"
Rollo took a big sip himself, smacking his lips with satisfaction, then stretched out his big hand like a cattail fan and slapped it Jora's thick shoulder, so strong that Jorah's body shook.
"Sir Jorah, haha! I really can't imagine that we can sit together and drink! "
He snorted alcohol and got closer, his eyes with the characteristic straight hook of a drunken man: "I think at the beginning... Lao Tzu is at sea... Grab your boat... I don't care about you... Hit Lao Tzu with a boat... The result? It's all stewed for adults! "
The corners of Jola's mouth tugged reluctantly, revealing an extremely stiff smile.
The encounter that changed his and Lineth's fate was one of the shame he least wanted to recall.
"Seriously, Jorah..."
Rollo took another sip of wine, his body swayed slightly, but his eyes seemed to be focused, with a kind of bluntness that spoke the truth after drinking: "I used to... I look down on you Seven Kingdoms! Airs! It's all a fucking bunch... Soft eggs draped in silk! "
He burped loudly.
"Until... Until you come, I will start to annoy you!" With a straight face all day long, like a gargoyle, and the people who fucking want to teach Lao Tzu line up? Bah! "
He imitated Jora's training password, with a strange tone.
Jorah's old face sank, and her fingers holding the wine glass tightened.
"But!"
Rollo raised his voice suddenly, slapped Jora again, and almost slapped the wine in his hand: "I look at you... It's a true religion, teaching the brothers how to use a shield to save their lives... Teach them how to poke people the hardest... Teach them to listen to orders, don't be like headless flies... I'm convinced! "
He raised a thick finger and pointed at Jorah, his eyes blurred with a hint of serious turbidity: "You, Jorah Mormont!" It's Lao Tzu Luo Luo's life... The first... And the only one... Admire the people of the Seven Kingdoms, you are a kind of person! "
Jorah's heart was mixed, humiliated, angry, and a hint of absurdity.
He remembered Linnis's tearful advice.
Forbear!
He picked up his glass and took a big sip.
The spicy liquid burned the throat and suppressed the churning emotions.
He put down the cup, his voice deliberately calmed down, with just the right amount of humility: "Brother Luo Luo is too famous, what I can teach is just some battlefield life-saving skins, brothers can have today's bravery, it is all the credit of the adults, it is fed by those real knives and guns, the tough battles rolled out of the mountains of corpses and blood, I just... Slightly restrained their natural wildness. "
"War? Right! Fight! "
Rollo seemed to be ignited with excitement, his voice suddenly rose, with a bloodthirsty excitement, but the words were even more slurred, "This is not... It's going to start again, a big battle, a tough battle! Brothers... all have to be transferred..."
Jorah's heart seemed to be clutched tightly by a cold hand.
He forced his breathing to remain steady, with just the right amount of doubt and a hint of loss on his face: "Transfer away?" Where are they all transferred? Be... Are you going to besiege Telosi? In the Shijie Islands, there is only that hard nail left. "
He pretended to ask casually, but his fingers were squeezed under the table.
Rollo smiled, leaned forward, and the strong smell of alcohol mixed with the sour smell of food sprayed directly onto Jora's face.
He lowered his voice with a sense of pride and drunken laxity in sharing secrets: "Of course! My lord... I made up my mind and poured... Pouring out the nest, Teloxi... Pull it out, Bloodstone Island..."
He burped loudly and shook his head: "... I'll leave it to you... Coach Jora... And also... Five hundred brothers... Guarding the house... gatekeeper..."
Stay?
Only 500 people are left on Bloodstone Island?!
Jora's heart was instantly overwhelmed by great ecstasy!
It's just... It's simply a gift from the gods!
The muscles on his face twitched, and he tried his best to control the corners of his mouth that were almost grinning, but quickly squeezed out a look of resentment and unwillingness to be despised: "Let me stay here to watch the house?!" "
His voice was raised an octave with the dignity of a warrior: "No! Brother Rollo, this won't work! Telosi is a piece of fat, brothers go to desperately to make contributions, how can I shrink back? I'm going to ask my lord for a fight, I'm going..."
"Shhh!"
Rollo raised a finger suddenly, and looked left and right drunkenly, even though there were only the two of them in the room.
He approached again, his voice lowered, with a sense of mystery typical of a drunken man: "Don't... Don't shout! This is... Military conferences... It's decided, everyone... All the brothers who can fight... We are all going to Broken Spear Island to gather... Get ready... Fucking Tellosi, you... Remain... Optimistic about my hometown..."
He paused, and a trace of residual vigilance flashed in his cloudy eyes: "And... And one more thing... Top secret, tens of millions... Don't make a sound! "
He licked his dry lips: "Seven Kingdoms... Over there in the Seven Kingdoms... Recent... The movement is not small... Boats come and go... If... If those Seven Kingdoms knew... Our Bloodstone Island... It's an empty city... Hey..."
He let out a drunken laugh that made no sense, and the words behind him were slurred in his throat.
Jorah nodded silently, her face maintaining the unwillingness to be "assigned" to guard the family and the helplessness of obeying orders.
However, there has already been a huge wave in his heart.
It takes no effort to get it!
Liu Qian's intentions, troop mobilization, the fatal emptiness of Bloodstone Island...
All the core secrets that he couldn't touch even with his brains were poured out by this drunken Rollo like pouring beans.
The huge surprise and the tension that came with it made the palm of his glass ooze into a cold sweat.
After a few more drinks with Rollo, listening to the other party incoherently recalling the "brilliant" pirate career of the past, Jorah resisted the urge to rush out immediately, and finally found an excuse to leave.
Walking out of Rollo's yard, the cold night wind blew, and Jora's boiling blood cooled slightly, but her mind was unusually clear.
That night, in the most secluded corner of Prince Harbor on Bloodstone Island, a raven with shiny black feathers and sharp eyes, under the cover of the hazy and dim moonlight, quietly flapped its wings, like a ghost blending into the night, and flew towards the northwest.