Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 88 The Pardon I Longed For Day and Night

Pentos, Governor's Palace.

"Sirius from Slaver's Bay?" Rahalo sat down in his chair and tapped the table. "I've never been to Slaver's Bay, and I don't know anyone there."

"If you want to do something shady in Pentos, you can't find people in the Nine Free States," Jorah said.

"Bring that Sirius here. I want to talk to him."

"Yes, Kaa."

Jorah followed the order and left. However, when he found Sirius, he was already dead. His body was thrown in a remote alley with his throat slit. It was obvious that he had been killed.

However, there was a silver lining: the killer did not search his belongings carefully after the attack, and Jorah found a silver buckle carved with a three-masted galley on him.

It looks ordinary and worthless, but it is something only members of the shipbuilding guild can own. Usually only ship owners or senior craftsmen can wear it to show their status.

Jorah speculated that the slave trader named Sirius not only received a large sum of gold coins, but also cleverly left a life-saving talisman.

Unfortunately, the life-saving talisman cannot save his life. At most, his financial backer behind the scenes will be buried with him.

"Khal," Jorah said, hurrying back to the Governor's Palace and placing the silver buckle on the table before Rhallor, "the man is dead, but the clues point to Simon Russ."

Laharo looked at the silver buckle on the table. Instead of being angry, he felt a hint of joy.

Only by overturning the gate can we get to the shipyard. This is like someone giving you a pillow when you are sleepy!

He sat up straight. "Ser Jorah, you must do me a favor. Bind Simon Russ for me, and then you will be free."

...

Night fell, and the lights on the streets flickered. Only drunks and the occasional patrol of the Golden Company mercenaries passed by. There were three thousand of them, and all of them had pledged allegiance to Rahalo.

To avoid causing panic, Rhahalo held several intense consultations with the Council of Nobles. Except for his guards, all Dothraki cavalry withdrew from the city, the city defense forces were disbanded, and the Golden Company took over the defense of Pentos.

Jorah, wearing a gray cloak with his hood pulled down, quietly came to a secluded alley where Ecclesiastes had been waiting for a long time.

Jorah looked around and saw that there was no one else around except Eccles, so he walked towards him.

"This is your thing."

Eccles pulled a scroll of parchment from his sleeve and waved it in front of Jorah.

In the moonlight, Jorah could vaguely see the Baratheon family emblem engraved on the cover, and his heart was immediately filled with joy.

It was exactly the pardon he had been thinking about day and night!
Eccles looked at Jorah with a smug smile on his face. He suddenly withdrew his hand and stuffed the pardon letter back into his sleeve.

"If you want a pardon, it depends on your performance."

Jorah stared at Eccles' sleeve. Hearing this, he raised his head and said in a low voice, "Semmon tried to assassinate Rahalo, but unfortunately failed.

He gave me this mission, so I had no choice but to arrest him on his way home. He is now under torture. "I suppose this matter has something to do with you, right?"

Eccles's expression changed slightly, and he said in a deep voice, "Are you threatening me?"

Jorah shook his head. "No, I'm warning you. Your time is running out. If Rhallor learns anything about you, you too will die."

Don't blame me for not reminding you.

There's not much I can do, but just telling you this already puts me at risk. If it weren't for the pardon, I wouldn't be meeting you." A trace of fear flashed in Eccles's eyes. "If you could kidnap Simon Russ, why not just kill him?"

"Do you think I can act alone? Rahalo doesn't trust me at all!"

"Tell me, where are the Simons?"

"Laharo has secretly imprisoned Simon at Areton Manor, Governor Leon's villa. But you're lucky. To prevent the secret from being exposed, he only arranged two people on the scene. There's still time for you to go now."

Eccles nodded and quickly blended into the night.

Upon returning to the mansion, he immediately summoned his guard, an elite force of one hundred Unsullied.

The Unsullied quickly formed up in the courtyard, all dressed in black leather armor, holding spears, their faces expressionless.

"Target, Areton Manor!"

Eccles said hurriedly, "Quick! First and foremost, rescue Simon Russ. If that mission fails, immediately proceed to the second mission, and make sure he shuts up!"

The Unsullied formed two columns and ran towards their target location through the dark streets without making any sound.

Soon, they arrived at Areton Manor. The Unsullied used a small battering ram to break down the gate. One hundred Unsullied filed in, quickly killed the guards, and took control of the entire manor.

When Eccles broke into the secret detention room underground, the scene before him stunned him.

Simon Ruth's throat was cut open, and his pale spine was clearly visible. His blood had long been drained, and he was deader than dead!
Eccles' face turned pale, and there was a look of deep fear in his eyes.

"Damn it. I was tricked!!"

He ran out like crazy, giving orders to retreat as he ran. He could already see the manor gate and was about to rush out when he heard the clanging sound of armor plates rubbing against each other outside.

Eccles peeked out through the crack in the door, only to see stars dotted across the night sky. Soldiers of the Golden Group, holding torches high, had surrounded Areton Manor. There seemed to be at least a thousand of them.

Harry Trisclan and Baqu were riding on their horses, standing at the front with very serious expressions.

The elite members of the Golden Group behind him, wearing barrel helmets, heavy armor, holding shields and swords, have already formed an attack formation and are ready to charge in at any time.

Behind the Golden Company, Rhakal sat calmly on his horse, with Jorah beside him.

Two familiar faces, Leon Priest and Ilian Zeros, sat on the two sedan chairs nearby, both looking eager to watch the fun.

"The murderer of Simon Ruth, you're surrounded!" Harry Strickland said with a businesslike face. "We've caught you red-handed! Come out and surrender!"

Eccles' heart turned cold as he stared at Jorah, the damn traitor!

This man with thick eyebrows and big eyes is not Varys's spy at all!

It was a mistake to trust him in the first place!
What's even more terrifying is that Laharo had ambushed people in advance, waiting for him to fall into the trap!

This is not as simple as killing a slave or a civilian. Simon is also a governor and his position is very important. If he wants to get away with it, it will be impossible for him to get past other governors.

At this moment, Rhahalo spoke loudly, "Lord Ecclesi, you led a hundred Unsullied into a private estate late at night and assassinated a key witness. Now the evidence is in. Do you have anything to explain?"

Eccles' knees buckled, and he barely managed to hold onto an Unsullied to avoid falling. "When I got here, Simon was already dead. What makes you say I'm the murderer? What evidence do you have?"

"Didn't you just say that? Simon Russ's death is proof! Lord Strickland, the city's chief of defense, carry out the arrest mission!"

(End of this chapter)