Game of Thrones: The Red Dragon Lord.

Chapter 119 The Threat from the Thousand-Faced God

After Gavin entered the official residence in the city, many slave owners and officials who had been waiting there came to pay homage to their new ruler.

A well-dressed slave owner came up first, knelt on the ground and said, "Welcome, honorable Gavin Dragon King. I have prepared a gift for you. I'm sure you will like it."

Gavin looked at the slave owner in front of him sternly, nodded and asked, "What kind of gift is it?"

"Please wait a moment, Dragon King Gavin." After saying that, the slave owner waved to the slave beside him. Then a girl holding a small box walked out of the crowd and slowly approached Gavin. The girl was about fifteen or sixteen years old. She was wearing a light blue dress with exquisite patterns embroidered on the hem and a white ribbon tied around her waist, which made her figure look graceful.

The black box held in the girl's hands was inlaid with sparkling gems and carved with delicate patterns all around, exuding a luxurious and mysterious atmosphere.

The girl walked up to Gavin, knelt on her knees, and raised the box high above her head.

Gavin frowned, and the doubt on his face was gradually replaced by solemnity. He stared at the box held high by the girl. He could clearly feel a fluctuation of magical power in the box, as if an invisible hand was trying to drag him into an unknown abyss.

Gavin took a deep breath and slowly reached out to open the box. The moment the lid of the box was opened, a black shadow suddenly rushed out like a ghost, instantly blinding Gavin's eyes. The black shadow formed by this magic power was not strong, and even if Gavin did not use magic power to dissipate it, it would quickly dissipate in the air. However, this black shadow successfully made him lose his vision for a moment.

In the blink of an eye, the girl's eyes flashed with ruthlessness, and she quickly pulled out a sharp dagger from under the box, and took advantage of Gavin's blocked vision to stab him fiercely with lightning speed. The dagger accurately pierced Gavin's abdomen, and blood instantly dyed his clothes red.

Gavin felt the pain and roared angrily. He reacted quickly and instinctively, exerting force in his leg muscles and kicking the girl hard.

The girl's body hit the wall heavily like a kite with a broken string, and then fell to the ground in a mess, blood flowing from the corner of her mouth, but her eyes were still full of ferocity and unwillingness.

At the same time, the Blood Dragon Guards behind Gavin suddenly erupted. They rushed out with overwhelming force. The powerful force instantly knocked the slave owner to the ground and controlled him, making him unable to move at all. The rest of the Blood Dragon Guards quickly separated Gavin from the others.

The soldiers outside the door heard the fierce commotion coming from inside the house and rushed in like a tide. They quickly surrounded the panicked slave owners and officials, with their swords drawn and flashing coldly.

Gavin covered his injured abdomen, the pain from the wound made his face even gloomier. Gavin glared at the slave owner and the girl, his eyes seemed to be able to spit fire.

The slave owner stared at Gavin viciously, and quickly bit through the poison in his mouth. Blood began to flow from the corners of his mouth, and it was obvious that he was dying. Then he said, "Gavin Belleris, have you forgotten that you owe the Thousand-Faced God a life?"

When Gavin heard this, his face became even gloomier. With a thought, the Blood Dragon Guard exploded instantly, and the powerful force instantly broke the necks of the slave owner and the girl. The two died on the spot. Then the Blood Dragon Guard grabbed the two men's faces hard, and a mask was pulled off, revealing two unfamiliar faces.

At this time, Gavin's chest was heaving violently, the pain from the wound and the anger in his heart intertwined. He looked around, ignoring the panicked slave owners and officials, and shouted to the soldiers who came in: "Take them all away, and then search this place thoroughly, don't miss a single corner!" The soldiers responded in unison and took action quickly.

With the careful support of the Blood Dragon Guards, Gavin sat down on the chair tremblingly. This movement accidentally involved the hideous wound on his abdomen. In an instant, a sharp pain like a needle piercing him came like a tide.

Gavin frowned, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. He immediately took out a bottle of potion from his arms and quickly poured it into his mouth. As the potion took effect, the wound began to heal at an astonishing speed visible to the naked eye. But even so, he could still clearly feel a corrosive energy magic raging in his abdomen, and he had to continue to mobilize his own magic to fight against it. Obviously, the poison on the dagger that stabbed him just now was not ordinary.

At this moment, the door was pushed open, and Jorah Mormont, who had rushed in after hearing the news, rushed in. He saw Gavin sitting on the chair with a pale face, and asked anxiously, "My lord, are you okay?" Gavin endured the pain, waved his hand, and said calmly, "It's a minor injury, nothing serious." He didn't want Jorah Mormont to know the real seriousness of the situation.

Gavin paused for a moment, then asked, "You have traveled in Essos for a long time. Do you know where else the Thousand-Faced God exists besides the temple dedicated to Him in Braavos?"

Jorah Mormont fell into a brief contemplation after hearing this, and then said, "In addition to the House of Black and White in Braavos, I have heard that there are temples dedicated to the Thousand-Faced God in Volantis and Myr. However, I have been to Myr, but I have never seen a temple of the Thousand-Faced God there."

Gavin nodded slightly after hearing this, and then ordered: "Jorah, go find someone to check, and ask those mercenaries. I want to know the locations of all the temples dedicated to the Thousand-Faced God in Essos."

Although Jorah Mormont was doubtful, he still bowed respectfully and left. As he left, the room fell into deathly silence again, with only Gavin's heavy breathing echoing in the air. Gavin leaned weakly on the chair, his thoughts flying, this assassination was also an opportunity.

Unlike the city of Rees, where a riot almost wiped out the upper class of Rees, the slave owners and officials of these towns surrendered faster than expected, and all the towns were still under their control. This made him always feel that there was a lack of an opportunity to clean up and it was difficult to deal with the surrendered slave owners.

And now, this assassination can be used as an opportunity to clean up a group of slave owners in a drastic manner.

Doing so would not only demonstrate his majesty, but also pave the way for subsequent rule, making his control over power more secure and his rule smoother and unimpeded.

On a gloomy day, the atmosphere in the town was so oppressive that it made people breathless. A group of aggressive soldiers rushed towards a magnificent slave owner's mansion like a gust of wind.

"Bang!" The gate of the courtyard was violently pushed open by the soldiers. The slave owner was sitting leisurely in the hall and was frightened by the sudden noise.

"What are you doing?" the slave owner widened his eyes and roared in horror.

"Someone reported that you were involved in the assassination of Lord Gavin!" the soldier leader shouted sternly.

"It's unfair! How could I possibly get involved in such a thing!" The slave owner quickly stood up to explain, his fat body trembling with nervousness.

"Stop talking nonsense! Catch him!" The soldier leader gave an order, and several soldiers quickly stepped forward and twisted the slave owner's arms without saying a word.

"Someone must have framed me. I am loyal to Lord Gavin!" The slave owner struggled hard, his face flushed red.

"Hmph, whether they were involved or not, we'll tell you after the investigation is thorough!" The soldier leader didn't listen to his explanation at all, and the soldiers quickly searched through all the drawers and cabinets in the mansion.

Soon, boxes of gold, silver, jewelry, and stacks of land deeds were moved into the courtyard.

"These are the assets I have accumulated over the years and have nothing to do with the assassination!" the slave owner shouted in despair.

However, the soldiers turned a deaf ear and continued the investigation in an orderly manner.

As time went on, one slaveholder's mansion after another suffered the same fate, and Gavin successfully recovered most of the land, wealth, and population.

This large-scale cleanup operation was swift and decisive. All towns were immersed in an atmosphere of silence and no one dared to stand up and resist.

Those slave owners obviously understood Gavin's plan, and they went to the city of Rees to meet Gavin and offered their property to prove their innocence.

At this moment, a merchant ship sailing from the Stepstones slowly approached the shore. A sturdy messenger jumped off the ship in a hurry. He quickly found the soldier on duty at the port, revealed his identity, and said anxiously: "I need to see Lord Gavin immediately under the order of Maester Qyburn."

Seeing his serious expression, the soldier did not dare to delay and hurriedly led him to where Gavin was.

After arriving at the City Lord's Mansion, the soldier informed the guards. Upon hearing that it was an urgent matter, the guards did not dare to delay and immediately brought the messenger to Gavin.

(End of this chapter)