Chapter 54

Wesselis personally killed the illegitimate son.

Blood spilled on the ground. The round table hall was filled with a pungent smell of blood. Several guards opened their eyes slightly, and some couldn't bear to look directly.

Then Sir Jeffrey, who was silent, winked, and two guards walked up with their noses and dragged the body down.

Along the way, a long blood mark was dragged out on the ground, and the servants came up with buckets to wash the blood on the ground.

Wesselis took a deep breath after he killed the man himself to avenge his mother. The black fog was quietly inhaled into his body and still undetected by others.

Then he turned around.

The old maid stood by the stone pillar. It was funny that several soldiers present were frightened by the scene and didn't want to see more, but the woman witnessed it all the time.

Because the other party killed queen Leila, the once kind and lively little girl.

Now it's just a debt of blood.

The old maid in a gray robe and a square scarf spat hard. Then she saw wesselis turn around, quickly took out a clean handkerchief from his sleeve, put it on his sleeve and came forward.

"Your Majesty."

Wesselis glanced slightly at the old maid, who had followed their orphan and widowed mother all the way from Red Castle, and had also experienced unknown hardships.

"Thank you, Sophia."

Wesselis nodded slightly, then took off her handkerchief from the old maid's cuff and gently wiped the blood off her hand.

And at this time.

A guard came in outside the door and whispered a few words in wesselis's ear.

"What?"

When he heard what the guard said, a touch of amazement clearly appeared on wesselis's cheek.

Then he handed back the bloody handkerchief to the old maid, turned around, looked at the guard standing beside him, and seriously asked again.

"You mean... There's a merchant ship from braavos with a man who claims to be a braavos messenger on it?"

The guard heard wesselis repeat the question, and then quickly nodded.

"Yes."

"This..."

The little king's face was a little strange.

"Bravos..."

Of course, he knows where braavos is. This city is the most special and powerful free-trade city-state across the narrow sea. It is often called the "secret city" or "the illegitimate daughter of Valeria". It is composed of a series of islands at the northwest end of the mainland of ESSOS, which is at the intersection of the narrow sea and the trembling sea.

He is not surprised that there will be bravos merchant ships docked here. After all, Longshi Island blocks the entrance of Blackwater Bay. If merchant ships of free trade city states want to have business exchanges with Junlin, they must pass through here.

In fact, tangaryan's fleet did not block the whole Blackwater Bay, because it would only cause insignificant damage to King's landing, but would attract too many enemies for tangaryan.

however...

He wondered why braavos had suddenly sent an envoy to visit.

Longshi island and bravos were separated by a narrow sea. The distance was thousands of miles away, and there was no connection before. How could an envoy be sent suddenly?

You can't be a liar

The idea flashed through wesselis's mind.

It's not the boy's suspicious nature, but too many recent things have made him suspicious. Everyone looks like a liar, an insider, or an assassin.

"Let him in first and listen to what the messenger from bravos wants to say."

"Your Majesty."

Sir Geoffrey, standing beside the main seat of the table hall, suddenly said.

He had just heard the conversation between wesselis and the guards. He knew that a messenger of bravos came. He was also curious about what purpose the other party had in mind.

Wesselis stood in the hall, hesitated slightly, and finally nodded.

"In that case, invite him first."

"Yes, your majesty."

The guard promised and then retreated.

Then wesselis led the people down the stone drum tower to the hall on the lowest floor.

This is the place to meet important guests. Wesselis attaches great importance to bravos's messenger. At the moment, the boy sits on the cold stone throne, and the sunlight on both sides penetrates and sprinkles on the ground, illuminating the dust.

The silver haired boy sat on the throne, slightly tidied up his clothes and put on the crown crowned by his mother queen Leila.

The crown body made of pure gold is inlaid with a huge Ruby crown. It reflects hot light in the sun, just like a flame burning in the middle of a boy's eyebrows.

Sir Jeffrey, commander of the longstone fleet, sat on the side of the throne with his head up, his hands naturally hanging on his knees, his gray hair a little messy, quietly waiting for the arrival of the bravos messenger.

Not much time has passed.

Boom——

The gate of the Dragon Stone Castle hall was pushed open by the guards.

The little king sitting on the throne looked in the direction of the gate with lavender eyes, while the guards who opened the gate retreated to both sides and exposed the people standing behind them.

This is a middle-aged man in a taupe coat, with deerskin boots on his feet, a string of wooden beads on his hands, square face and dark hair.

Behind the middle-aged man in a taupe robe was a young swordsman, wearing a black shirt and a narrow and thin sword tied around his waist.

The hair is a little messy and looks a little untidy, but one eye is particularly sharp, as if it can penetrate the hearts of the people.

"In braavos, only assassins wear gaudy clothes."

While wesselis was looking up and down at the two men, the old jazz sitting next to him leaned slightly and explained in a low voice in his ear.

When Jeffrey was young, he left his family because of murder and wandered around his hometown. He once went to ESSOS alone. He was a mercenary, a sailor, and even a waiter in a tavern.

Braavos was once a place where he wandered, so he was naturally aware of the customs there.

"The real rich and powerful swordsmen and faceless people often wear black and dark clothes. Braavos officials, key watchers and judges often wear monotonous Taupe coats."

Wesselis heard what the old Sir whispered in his ear. Instead of turning his head, he nodded silently and looked at the two people standing under the steps ahead.

The braavos messenger at the bottom of the steps was also raising his head to observe the little king sitting on the throne.

Then he bowed slightly and said.

"Your Majesty."