The sea breeze gently strokes.
A large transportation fleet is carrying more than fourteen hundred soldiers under Losa's command, sailing on the blue sea surface.
On the wide white sails, a lifelike golden double-headed eagle is painted.
This is the transport fleet from the Eastern Empire, responsible for deploying Losa's army to Cyprus Island.
On the ship, Latin sailors from Wallachia are mysteriously narrating some bizarre legends.
"In Wallachia, at midnight, if someone knocks on the door, never respond."
"Because once you respond, the vampire outside your door takes it as an invitation and breaks in to turn your whole family into mummies."
The farmer soldiers are listening in disbelief.
"Sir, is what he's saying true?"
Military Judge Ned Stark's face is tense as he nervously inquires.
This is clearly a folk tale about vampires fearing garlic and silver items.
Ordinary people, even if hiding in iron rooms, would still be easily torn apart by vampires.
