Chapter 222

It all happened so suddenly.

The fight between the two was almost completed between lightning and flint.

The illyrio sitting in the other chair didn't even react, and didn't see the movements of the two people clearly, and then it was a losing end.

The prince in rags stabbed wesselis in the abdomen with a short knife, and wesselis broke each other's wrist, and then stabbed the knife into each other's abdomen.

Then the prince in rags... Jumped into the tower and committed suicide.

"This..."

Illyrio, who reacted, was slightly stunned at first, then turned pale with surprise and quickly stood up with a crutch.

He saw wesselis holding one hand over the injured position of his abdomen, blood flowing out continuously, and his body was a little soft, sitting on the ground, panting slightly.

Then he shouted to the outside.

"Come on!"

"There are assassins!"

The guards in the tower hurried to hear the news, the footsteps were disorderly, and there were shouts everywhere. The whole nine tower palace soon fell into a violent vibration.

The grey haired old man in rags rode on his tall horse with fatigue. As soon as he got off the horse and walked into the palace, he was directly taken down by a group of tangaryan soldiers.

The prince in rags was unprepared and even had no time to resist. He didn't know what had happened and shouted injustice.

Then the doctor came in a hurry with a medicine box.

Wesselis still sat on the cold ground, gasped slightly, and then fumbled to pick up the short knife just thrown on the ground.

He saw a faint faint faint blue light on the clear blade in addition to the crimson blood.

"Toxic."

Wesselis's chest heaved slightly, and he almost felt that his limbs were gradually paralyzed.

Then the nostrils felt a touch of warmth, and a drop of blood slowly flowed out.

"Hoo ~"

"Hoo ~"

Wesselis's breathing was heavy, and his eyes stared at the place with a slight reflection of light, with blood and venom intertwined.

"Your Majesty."

"How are you feeling now? What's wrong?"

An old doctor with gray hair untied his clothes and was bandaging his wound. At the same time, he asked.

However, wesselis did not respond to him, but stared at the reflection of the short knife.

"Your Majesty?"

"Your Majesty?"

The old doctor's voice sounded hurriedly.

But the next second, they can't see the place.

Boom——

A group of towering black fog, which had accumulated for an unknown period of time, sent out a terrible scream of ghosts crying and wolves howling.

Then it poured into wesselis's body.

...

"The night is long and the ice wall is chiseled."

"Floating at the end of the world ~"

The sound of a singer playing and singing sounded melodious from a pub.

Because of the bloody night, there are not many guests in the tavern today. Most of them are discussing what happened last night.

The governors of pantos invited king targaryan here to celebrate the new year. However, in order to covet the dragon, they tried to attack wesselis at the banquet, but failed. Instead, they lifted a stone and hit themselves in the foot.

The Dragon fell from the sky, burned the palace and burned all the governors.

This morning, we can also see the huge wealth seized from the governor's residence. One car after another was transported to the port by carriage. I don't know where the ship is going.

It is now known to well-informed people that the king of tangaryan will not take the crown and be the prince of pantos.

Instead, he gave the Pearl of the bay to a mercenary leader and the leader of the wind blowing regiment who killed and set fire everywhere last night, which caused some panic among the people of pantos.

Now the singers in the tavern are playing and singing a song from Westeros, which may be strange to the pantos.

This is a legend about the rat cook of the long night castle. It tells that a cook of the long night Castle killed the king's son for revenge, chopped him into a pie and gave it to the king to taste. Finally, he was punished by the gods and turned into a huge white mouse, wandering in the long night Castle forever and devouring his children and grandchildren.

This is a story of trampling on the rights of guests and being punished by the gods, although it is very strange to the pantos.

However, it seems that it is precisely "keeping up with current events", so it quickly spread in pantos city with some adding fuel to the flames.

Dang——

A golden dragon jumped at his fingertips, and Ramses hid his cheek under his cloak and looked at the singer, then showed a cold smile.

The singer saw Ramses' smile from the corner of his eyes, and his heart was a little happy.

Then Ramses put down his glass, got up and left the table, put the Golden Dragon on the table, told the waitress that it was for the singer, and then walked towards the door of the tavern.

And at this time.

The door of the tavern was pushed open, and a man with golden hair, a hook nose and a scar on his face came in.

Ramses passed the man.

But the front desk of the tavern is a little narrow, and the blonde man seems to have some discomfort. He didn't dodge. In time, the two people bumped slightly.

Ramses smelled some familiar smell, and keenly noticed that the blonde man's left hand seemed to be a little stiff, but he didn't think much, just smiled politely.

The blonde man was also very respectful. He put his right hand in front of his belly and bowed gently.

"Sorry."

Then Ramses opened the wooden door and left the tavern, while the blonde man looked back at Ramses and then withdrew his eyes.

He looked down at his spread right hand, and a trace of blood was very clear.

"A man has the right to revenge ~"

"But killing guests under their own eaves and trampling on guests' rights ~"

"The gods will never forgive!"

On the other side, a song about the rat cook is playing and singing.

The blonde man listened a little, then turned his head and looked at the waitress at the front desk of the tavern. He also took a gold coin from his arms and gave it to each other.

But he didn't call to reward the singer, but for another purpose.

“ValarMorghulis。”

The blonde man suddenly whispered such a sentence in high varelian. If translated into common language, it would be 'everyone has a death'.

The bartender took the gold coin, rubbed her fingers slightly, narrowed her eyes, then raised her head and looked at each other carefully.

Similarly, he opened his lips and responded in higher valerian.

“ValarDohaeris。”

"Everyone needs to serve"

"What's your name now?"

The tavern maid in her apron asked in a calm voice.

"Someone's name is Miguel."

The blonde man shook his head.

"A mercenary from telosi."

"Oh."

The waitress of the tavern raised her eyebrows slightly.

"You got it?"

This time, the blonde man was silent for a long time, and then nodded gently.

"Well..."

"Sort of."