Game of Thrones: I became a crown prince for a day.

Chapter 537 White Maggots Assassinated
At night, dark clouds covered the sky.

Tower.

"Be careful, idiot."

At the back door where fruits and vegetables are transported, the fat man goes on patrol and scolds the kitchen helper who is pushing the cart.

The kitchen helper did not dare to act rashly and pushed a cart of fresh vegetables covered with straw into the house.

There were guards around who recognized the two men and let them pass as if nothing had happened.

……

The corridor is dark and dark with candlelight.

The fat man found an excuse, separated from the guards, and went to find the kitchen helper who was waiting at the door of the vegetable cellar.

"Wang Wang..."

A dirty gray puppy came out and whimpered twice.

"Shh, don't make a sound."

The kitchen helper kicked the puppy and looked around furtively.

"What are you taking it for?"

The fat man had a dark complexion and stared at the puppy coldly.

The kitchen helper shrank his neck and said as a matter of course: "This is the watchdog that handles stale rice. It has the most sensitive nose."

Thanks to the dog, he was able to get a job as a kitchen helper.

"Stop talking nonsense and find someone quickly."

The fat man didn't bother to pay attention and walked straight towards a corridor where few people were.

The tower was very large and tall, and nobles used a capstan ladder to go up and down.

There are many passages, but no one uses them.

The kitchen helper stopped talking, found a torch to light the way, and followed with the puppy.

Everything is aligned with the Golden Dragon Coin.

……

Mill, country estate.

It was a pitch-black night without a single star.

call--

A skinny mud dragon slowly landed, trampling the green seedlings on the track with its sharp claws.

Aemond jumped off the dragon's back and strode towards the only mill.

……

At this moment, a figure was busy in the mill.

Dry and worn walls, windows with holes in the paper.

A candle, dimly lit by white wax, had its base stuck to a dirty dining table that was supported by books.

Otto lowered his head, took out a baked potato and butter from the fireplace, and mashed and stirred it carefully.

"Food is ready."

He muttered softly, took out a piece of hard black bread, dipped it in sticky mashed potatoes and started eating.

After many years, Otto has aged a lot.

His temples were gray, his forehead was full of wrinkles, and his straight back was hunched downward.

Otto stood at the dining table, ignoring the precious etiquette and hastily finishing his dinner.

He is a criminal.

He was sent by the king to the disputed land under the jurisdiction of Myr, and devoted himself to reclaiming wasteland and managing the manor for many years.

Life in the countryside is nothing compared to the luxurious life in the towering tower of the old town.

What you eat and drink depends entirely on a pair of hard-working hands.

Day after day of hard work eroded Otto's pride.

Those eyes that were once deep and bright are now cloudy and numb.

creak-

The old wooden door opened and a silver-haired, one-eyed figure walked in.

Otto heard the noise and made his bed without even raising his head. The pillow was covered with messy hair.

"Grandpa!"

Aemond watched coldly and took the initiative to speak.

Hearing this, Otto's body stiffened for a moment, and he said awkwardly: "After all these years, you are the only one who still remembers this old bone of mine."

Aemond walked around the dining table, looked down at the leftovers, and said calmly: "It seems that you are doing well. You are not as hard-pressed as I imagined."

"Just dealing with being alive."

Otto turned his back to his grandson and straightened his messy collar before turning around and sitting down: "How is Allison?"

I haven't seen my daughter for a long time and don't know how she is doing.

Aemond tapped the china plate with his spoon in his hand and replied, "Alyson lives in the sept of Harrenhal, praying to the Seven for forgiveness every day."

Otto frowned and sighed, "It's not bad to be under house arrest in disguise."

Aemond did not respond, but stared at his grandfather with his one eye, trying to see his inner self beyond his decadent appearance.

Otto let him watch and asked directly: "What do you want from me? I have to get up early tomorrow to grind wheat for others."

He is not an idle man, he works from dawn to dusk all day long.

I'm an old man and can't stand the hardship.

Aemond sat down, with his one-eyed dagger inserted on the table, and said coldly: "I want a city-state, and I need an opportunity."

"Then you've come to the wrong place, kid."

Otto was helpless and added: "I have limited information and can't help you."

"No one, only me."

Emond's eyes were gloomy and uncertain. He said, "Knowing that you are not well-informed, I set up a trap myself."

Otto was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized, "You are unsure and want to ask me for advice?"

"Tell me about it."

Imond was unwilling to admit that he was worried, so he told the whole story of his plan to assassinate the white maggot.

The more Otto listened, the deeper his frown deepened until he interrupted, "If the white maggot dies, Daemon will definitely turn against the royal family and the Velaryon family. Be careful not to overturn what has been done."

It was Damon's intention that the white maggots temporarily stayed in Rees to nurture their fetus.

Lanaer had just returned to Lys when White Maggot was mysteriously killed.

Whatever the truth is, the blame will inevitably be put on the royal family and Velaryon.

"It is not good?"

Aemond raised his lips and said confidently, "Daemon is an old man. Velaryon is spoiled by him and he is arrogant. Everyone is in chaos. Only then can my brother trust me more."

"There is no airtight wall in the world."

Otto shook his head: "Rhaegar is not a soft-hearted person. You'd better not challenge his bottom line."

"Are you scared?" Aemond asked.

Otto laughed dumbly: "I have already ended up like this, what else is there to be afraid of?"

I’m just worried that this guy will still find time to visit his grandson and won’t go astray on impulse.

Emond sneered: "After losing a party struggle, you no longer have the courage to make a comeback."

It's a pity that he came to Otto specifically, hoping to find a core staff member.

Otto continued to shake his head, not wanting to be provoked.

Seeing this, Aemond stood up and left in anger.

When he reached the door, he turned around and sneered: "Your heart has aged along with your wrinkled dick. They are both useless and redundant."

boom--

With a flick of his hand, the wooden door slammed shut, shaking off bits of wall paint.

Otto lowered his head, crossed his hands and sat on the edge of the bed, cursing in a low voice: "You son of a bitch."

If you only know how to act recklessly, you will never achieve anything great in your life.

...Rees, the tower.

"Huchihuchi..."

The fat man and the kitchen helper climbed the stairs all the way, sweating profusely.

"finally reached."

The kitchen helper panted and laughed, "This floor is where the nobles live. I heard about it from the cook who delivered the food."

"Lead the way, idiot."

The fat man tightened the scabbard at his waist and his eyes became more serious.

stomping on...

In the dark corridor, a figure in silver armor and white robe patrolled back and forth.

"Woo~"

The puppy whimpered and bit the kitchen helper's trouser leg tightly.

The two of them quickly shrank back and hid in the corner to peek into the corridor.

Stephen of the Kingsguard patrolled meticulously, holding the hilt of his sword.

Behind him was a bedroom where the prince lived.

The fat man took a closer look and withdrew, "It's not this, the one in the door is the king's son."

"Try another way."

The kitchen helper hugged the puppy tightly and climbed up a floor.

Inside the tower, the queen lives on the top floor, female guests live on the middle and upper floors, and princes all live on the middle floor.

The two climbed to the upper floor and could easily smell the unique scent of a woman.

call out!
The fat man disappeared around the corner of the stairs, and a strange shadow flashed behind him.

"Ok?"

The fat man turned around quickly and found nothing.

"What's wrong?" the kitchen helper asked nervously.

"No, I was mistaken."

The fat man was suspicious and continued climbing the stairs with the torch in hand.

"Woo~~"

The two of them didn't notice that the puppy was curled up in the kitchen helper's arms, its furry body shivering.

……

creak-

In the corridor, the wooden door opened.

Meka walked out sleepily, holding a small blanket in her arms, her watery blue eyes full of confusion.

"Prince, are you having a nightmare?"

Stephen immediately stepped forward and asked considerately.

"No, sir."

Meka shook his head, handed the small blanket to Stephen, and said, "It's cold at night. You've worked hard, sir."

Stephen took the blanket that still smelled like a baby and said with emotion, "Prince, go to bed early. Don't worry about me."

"Good night."

Meka tilted his head and waved his chubby hands, but his eyes were fixed on the dark corner of the stairs.

After making sure that nothing was there, he stumbled back into his room.

……

The fat man and the kitchen helper climbed up the stairs. There were no Kingsguards on guard on this floor.

Looking around, there were several wooden doors on both sides of the corridor closed.

"Which door?"

The fat man asked in a murderous voice.

"Don't worry, let me take a look."

The kitchen helper stroked the puppy's head and took out a silk scarf from his arms: "Smell it, where is it."

"Woo~~"

The puppy whimpered softly, not daring to look up.

boom--

The kitchen helper kicked him and yelled, "Useless thing, I fed you for nothing."

The puppy whimpered pitifully and ran away in panic, rolling and crawling.

The fat man pointed to the nearest wooden door with a cold face: "This is it."

"Are you sure?" The kitchen helper was stunned.

"It's all the same anyway, just be quick."

The fat man grabbed his accomplice by the collar, squatted down and started to pick the lock.

creak-

The door opened.

……

In the bedroom.

Helena was sleeping soundly when she suddenly felt uncomfortable in her heart.

His brows were slightly furrowed, as if he had had a nightmare.

"call!"

Finally, Helena woke up suddenly, panting and sweating.

The candlelight flickered and the bedroom was silent.

"Rats, maggots..."

Helena's heart was pounding. She grabbed the two small pieces of clothing beside the bed as quickly as possible, hugged them in her arms, and hurriedly got out of bed.

She had a very bad feeling.

……

at the same time,

One room away,
Mesalia was half asleep and half awake, tossing and turning in a restless sleep.

Suddenly, there was a sound of the door lock being pried open next door.

Messalia opened her eyes quickly, and the sleepiness immediately faded away.

For those born in humble circumstances, vigilance is the first line of protection.

She quickly tied on her silk scarf, walked barefoot to the door, and leaned over to look out through the crack.

Two figures, one fat and one thin, pried open the door of the next room and sneaked in.

"damn it."

Messaria opened her eyes wide, realizing that the other party was most likely coming for her.

The brain thinks and comes up with solutions.

He slipped out quietly through the crack in the door, and walked downstairs unnoticed in the darkness of the night.

There are Kingsguards downstairs. You can escape by just shouting.

What was strange was that when I passed by a wooden door, it was half-open.

Messalia's eyes flashed as she recognized that this was the bedroom of the little princess Helena.

"Where have people gone?"

Mesalia was confused and guessed that the other party escaped downstairs before her.

When I think of the two assassins behind me, time waits for no one.

Without having time to think, Mesalia ran downstairs barefoot.

(End of this chapter)