Game of Thrones: Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

Latest website: Then the waitress of the tavern led a blond man named Miguel to the back kitchen of the tavern.

An unremarkable stone slab was lifted, and there was a deep black passage below it.

Miguel raised his head and glanced at the waitress. The two of them gaze at each other and nodded slightly. Miguel no longer hesitated. He covered the wound with one hand and stepped on the broken ladder and plunged into the darkness.

The waitress standing outside saw Miguel entering the tunnel, and then turned her head to look around vigilantly, then with one hand and the skirt, she went into the tunnel and gently closed the cover.

Accompanied by the sound of moving slates, the entire quiet back kitchen evaporated two people out of thin air.

Step on...

In the silent and dark tunnel, there were no fingers in sight. However, the two of them didn't seem to need light, and they walked forward boldly just relying on rubbing and feeling.

The cold water droplets on top of his head penetrated into Miguel's neck, and the cold in the tunnel made his broken left hand and abdomen hurt a little, but the blond-haired man didn't change his face.

Although he has simply treated the wound himself, he still needs to ask the ‘doctor’ for help, otherwise his left hand will be completely abolished.

He underestimated Visiris's strength, and the opponent almost killed himself when he hit the knife first.

If it weren't for getting out by some means, you would have died in the opponent's hands if you really fight directly.

"Why do you think it is."

There were only two people groping forward in the silent tunnel, and both of them were silent as if they were two dumb people.

However, at this moment, the waitress suddenly asked.

He doesn't know the other person's name, and the Faceless may have forgotten their own name long ago, so she would ask someone what their name is now.

She was suddenly a little curious, and the other party had never given an answer like ‘be it right’.

To die is to die, to live...

Do not.

No target has escaped his assassination so far.

The blond man heard the girl's question again and was silent for a long time, then finally spoke slowly.

"he is great."

Then no matter how the girl asked, she kept silent.

Then I don't know how much time passed.

Step on...

The footsteps in the tunnel echoed.

They finally came to the other end of the tunnel. The blond man held the ladder in his hand and looked up. Then he climbed the ladder first and pushed the cover off his head.

The waitress of the tavern followed behind him, first looked around vigilantly, and then also got out of the tunnel.

This tunnel did not lead outside the city of Pantos, nor did it lead to the slums of Pantos. Instead, it appeared uncharacteristically in the most prosperous city center of Pantos, next to the palaces of the governors, and it was also a large Mansion.

It looks dark under the lights, but in fact, the richer people in a city like Pantos, the more troublesome they can save.

When he got here, the blond man seemed to be unable to hold on anymore, the authentic cold penetrated into the wound like little bugs, his face was a bit ugly, but he still didn't say a word, took off his coat and lay on a bed. .

The tavern maid also changed her condition and became serious. She cleansed and bandaged the wound on the man's body and helped him restore and fix his broken left hand.

Seeing the shocking scars on the man, the barmaid finally understood what the phrase ‘he is great’ in a certain population meant.

He almost fell on the opponent's body.

"Who is he?"

The tavern waitress put down the tools, took off the blood-stained gloves on her hands, and asked.

"Good guy?"

"Or bad guys?"

However, the blond man named ‘Miguel’ was lying on the bed with his upper body naked, and when he heard the waitress, he turned his head and glanced at her slightly.

"Does the girl think that death will only take the bad guys away and leave the good guys in the world?"

The waitress in the tavern raised her eyebrows slightly when she heard him.

"of course not."

"But he is different."

The Faceless seldom interfere with the change of secular kingship, because almost no one can afford it.

The believers of the God of Thousand Faces believe that death is a relief, and if they pay the price, they will agree to take a person's life.

But this price is not small, and it is provided according to the reputation and defense of the target.

If you hire a faceless man to kill an ordinary merchant, only half the price is enough to hire an entire army of ordinary mercenaries.

And the cost of assassinating someone like Viselis would be unimaginable.

"Yes, he is really different."

"So this time the price is free, or it is priceless."

‘Miguel’ nodded slightly.

"Only this one time."

"What's the meaning?"

The barmaid frowned slightly, and did not understand what the other party was saying.

"Girl, what is the history of the Faceless?"

However, perhaps because the other party had just treated the wound for himself and served the God of a Thousand Faces together, the blond man seemed very, very patient, he asked.

"Who is the first generation of Faceless?"

The barmaid was slightly startled when she heard the words of ‘Miguel’. She didn’t know why he mentioned it suddenly, but she nodded and replied seriously.

"The Sect of the Thousand Faces originated in the mines of Valyria."

"The first generation of Faceless People was one of the rebels of Valyria's tyranny."

"Some people think that he is a slave himself, some insist that he is a citizen of Freedom Citadel, from a noble family, and some will even tell you that he is an overseer who sympathizes with his slaves."

Regarding the true identity of the first generation of Faceless People, even the Faceless People themselves do not know.

Only knowing that the other party led the successful uprising of slaves captured from hundreds of countries, led the slaves to escape from the mines, and resisted Valyria's tyranny.

"The girl was right."

‘Miguel’ quietly listened to what the barmaid said, and then nodded slightly.

He was still lying on the hospital bed with his upper body naked, but his face was much better, and then he continued to explain.

"Veserys Targaryen is a Valyrian ~ www.novelmt.com~ one of the nobles of the Bastion of Freedom with pure blood."

"He has three dragons and has become the only Valyrian dragon king in the world."

"Compared with the slogan of returning to the Seven Kingdoms that he has been shouting, he is more inclined to build a huge empire on Essos and even recreate the fortress of freedom."

"I have read his notes."

‘Miguel’’s voice was faint but revealed a shocking secret.

Viselis has been talking about returning to the Seven Kingdoms to regain the Iron Throne.

However, in reality, the continuous expansion of territories on the Essos continent has aroused the vigilance of the surrounding neighbors.

Braavos wanted a king who would concentrate on attacking the Seven Kingdoms, not a king who tried to recreate the Freedom Fortress of Valyria.

The first generation of Faceless People, as representatives against the tyranny of Valyria, naturally did not allow the resurgence of this terrible country.