Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest.

Chapter 128 Continue to Survive
The night was getting darker and darker under the mass of dark clouds, and the north wind blowing through the gaps in the window sills of the palace sounded more like shrill shouts and sharp roars.

The armored cavalry brought a lot of firewood and placed them in piles on the rocky ground, and then inserted the torch in their hands into it. Red and yellow flames burst out quickly and turned into a raging fire.

Bono watched all this with great interest, and when he saw the firelight, he was overjoyed, and the red light reflected on his indulgent face.

Satisfied, he swallowed a cup of fragrant and warm kumiss, and immediately felt refreshed and radiant, his limbs and bones became very light, as if he could even live and die.

At this moment, Meng Ge and his party also stopped outside the Prophet's Hall, and the blood guards guarding outside the hall bowed their heads to salute when they saw the figure of the great Kayo.

With a keen sense, he suddenly noticed a gloom, and immediately raised his head to look at the sky. The stars in the night sky seemed to be covered by some kind of black shadow and disappeared into this world, and the tall mountains in the distance were completely covered by dark clouds.

In order to ensure the privacy of the following conversation, he asked all the subordinates who followed him to go to the nearby courtyard to rest and wait. He walked alone on the dark steps towards the Hall of the Prophet. With his extraordinary sense of smell, he could still smell The smell of blood remains here,

Standing outside the bright temple door, Meng Ge felt something floating on his arm. He stretched out his hand to touch it, and saw a drop of crystal clear water reflecting fire light falling on his arm.

In an instant, the torrential rain struck, like a thousand arrows being fired at once, without any delay, the sky was full of dancing rain lines, lashing on the steps, water droplets splashed, and it was confusing.

"The stubbornness of the gods in this world is really wonderful, really good!" Meng Ge muttered in his mouth, raised his legs without hesitation, and stepped straight into the hall.

Bono is reveling around the dancing flames. Until now, he has not thought of the value of his continued existence. Death is like a towering and solid wall of this palace, tightly enveloping and imprisoning him, and he can only face it. There was a loud clamor in the empty surroundings.

Hearing the sound of unfamiliar and heavy footsteps approaching, he turned his back to the visitor, panted angrily for a while, then calmed down, turned around and prostrated himself on the ground, just like when he surrendered to Mungo, and decided again The moment of fate has come.

However, what Bono didn't expect was that a friendly hand was stretched out in front of him first, but his body that was close to the ground didn't even dare to move, still lying there like a corpse.

"Give me your hand." After a moment of silence, a majestic and calm voice sounded in his ears: "Get up! You have contributed to me, not my prisoner."

He raised his head cautiously, his face was very pale, and his face was covered with cold sweat. When he saw Mengo's smiling expression, his tense heart calmed down a little. He slowly passed his hand over and shouted excitedly:

"Great Kayo, it is my honor to serve you!"

The smile on Mungo's face gradually disappeared. He held Bono's hand tightly, as if he was going to break it with a pair of iron pliers, and said sternly:

"You are just a spy sent by me. Without my order, how dare you slaughter the entire Dosh Kalin? They imprisoned and tortured you, making you feel ashamed. You still have these emotions, and you are entitled to own the Dothraki honor?"

"Five fingers connected to the heart, I hope your heart can keep it in mind, remember, you can take revenge on a group of old women, but you won't have the chance to take revenge on me, because of your kindness in delivering the news for me, there will be another time , I will chop off your head without hesitation."

The severe pain made Bono's face grim, his body curled up and trembled uncontrollably, sweat and incontinent tears couldn't stop falling down.

Just as anger and hatred welled up in his heart, he was suppressed by pain and fear in an instant. He vented loudly as if releasing the pain:
"Forgive me! Forgive my sin!"

Mungo didn't let go immediately, until Bono's yelling became hoarse and gradually turned into a low moan, then he slowly let go of the crippled hand of Bono, and smiled kindly again, saying:

"The gods gave you health. You can use your left hand to wield a scimitar in the future. You won't suffer any more hardships, and you don't need to shed tears. May the most merciful god make your happiness as endless as poisonous water!"

Bono's body, which was as numb as needles, twitched slightly. He closed his bloodshot eyes tightly, endured the painful pain from his left hand, wiped away the tears streaming down his face, and immediately knelt down in front of Mungo.

He opened his bloodless and even blue lips, and with a hoarse and dry voice, he shouted loudly with difficulty:

"Thank you for your forgiveness! There will never be a next time."

Listening to these nonsense promises, Mongo would not believe a word. He stood in front of Bono and looked at him carefully. What kind of person is this: who can easily fall under the feet of powerful enemies, and who Can wield a butcher's knife cruelly and ruthlessly, killing unarmed people.

No wonder he could inherit the biggest fortune after Drogo's death. If Monggo hadn't appeared, Bono would have been one of the most powerful khals in the Dothraki Sea, making other khals terrified when they heard the news. run away.

However, this person is just suitable to do some dark and shady things for him, he bent slightly, lowered his voice and said:

"I will appoint you as an intelligence officer. You need to change your identity, go back to the grassland, and build a tight intelligence network for me. You are directly responsible to me, and you are my walking eyes. The slaves and businessmen of the ethnic group search for information on military affairs, technology, geography, etc., eliminate enemy spies internally, supervise the words and deeds of the leaders at all levels in the grassland, picket the civil affairs, financial and taxation of thousands of households, and report to us. of."

Hearing Kayo's instructions, the pained expression on Bono's face gradually disappeared. He nodded repeatedly, as if not enough to prove his sincerity, and hurriedly shouted:

"I must do my best and continue to serve you, even if I lose my head!"

Mungo summoned the armored soldiers and asked them to call the eunuch doctor to treat Bono. Afterwards, he sat by the bonfire in satisfaction and told Bono about the behavior styles of some well-known intelligence agencies and the limit standards they could achieve until Dawn fell the next day.

Needless to say, the role of intelligence, its scope is very wide, whether it is political or military, only by obtaining enough information can we point out the direction for the overall plan, and it is also a magic weapon for winning the war.

Since ancient times, local supervision has always been an important measure of centralization, and the responsibility of the officials in charge of supervision is no less than that of the prime minister.

Only through their eyes can the officials' corruption, honesty, virtuousness, and people's sufferings be conveyed to the ruler's ears. If the supervisory department is paralyzed, the country will not be far from perishing.

Most people think that supervisory officials must be strictly self-disciplined, otherwise it will be difficult to convince the public and damage authority, but it is difficult to find such people in the world.

Bono slaughtered the prophet of Dosh Kalin and violated the commandment of not using force in the Holy City. He has long been rejected by all Dothraki people. No one will associate with him, so he has to discipline himself.

Moreover, in the entire Dothraki sea, only Mongol can protect his safety. He must be loyal and make some achievements enough to survive.

With his cruelty, he is the most suitable knife to stab others.

(End of this chapter)