Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

He looked down at his outstretched right hand and saw a clear trace of blood.

"Everyone has the right to revenge."

"But to murder guests under one's own roof, to trample on their rights~"

"The gods will never forgive!"

On the other side, a song about the rat chef is being sung.

The blond man listened for a couple of minutes, then turned to look at the waitress at the tavern counter, took out a gold coin from his pocket, and handed it to her.

However, he didn't tip the singer; he had another purpose.

“Valar Morghulis”.

The blond man suddenly uttered a sentence in High Valyrian, which, if translated into Common, would be 'All men must die.'

The tavern waitress took the gold coin, rubbed it slightly with her fingers, narrowed her eyes, and then raised her head to carefully examine the other party.

He responded in Higher Valyrian with a slight parting of his lips.

“Valar Dohaeris”.

'All men need to be served'

What's your name now?

The tavern waitress, wearing an apron, asked calmly.

"Someone's name is Miguel."

The blond man shook his head.

"A mercenary from Tyrossi."

"Oh."

The tavern waitress raised an eyebrow slightly.

"You succeeded?"

This time, the blond man remained silent for a long time before nodding slightly.

"Um..."

"That's it."

Chapter 223 Empire

Then the tavern waitress led the blond man named Miguel to the tavern's kitchen.

They lifted a seemingly inconspicuous stone slab, revealing a deep, dark passage beneath it.

Miguel looked up at the waitress, their eyes met and they nodded slightly. Without further hesitation, Miguel covered his wound with one hand and stepped onto the broken ladder, disappearing into the darkness.

The maid standing outside saw Miguel enter the tunnel, then cautiously looked left and right before lifting her skirt with one hand and slipping into the tunnel as well, gently closing the cover.

With the sound of the stone slabs shifting, two people vanished into thin air from the quiet kitchen.

tata tao...

The tunnel was so dark and silent that you couldn't see your hand in front of your face, yet the two seemed to need no light, boldly moving forward solely by touching and feeling.

The icy water droplets on his head seeped into Miguel's neck. The coldness of the tunnel made his broken left hand and abdominal wounds ache, but the blond man remained unfazed.

Although he had already treated his wound himself, he still needed to seek help from a 'doctor', otherwise his left hand would be completely useless.

He underestimated Viserys' strength; despite being stabbed first, the opponent nearly managed to kill him in return.

If he hadn't managed to escape through some means, he would probably have died at the hands of his opponent in a direct confrontation.

"Why do I say it's kind of like that?"

The only sound in the silent tunnel was the groping of two people moving forward. Both remained silent, as if they were two mute people.

However, at this moment, the waitress suddenly spoke up and asked a question.

He didn't know the other person's name. The Faceless Ones might have long forgotten their own names, which is why she asked what someone's name was now.

She suddenly became curious, as the other party had never given an answer like "I guess so" before.

Death is death, life...

No.

So far, no target has escaped his assassination.

The blond man remained silent for a long time after hearing the girl's question, before finally speaking slowly.

"He's very capable."

Then, no matter how much the girl pressed him for answers, he remained silent.

I don't know how much time passed after that.

Tap tap…

Footsteps echoed inside the tunnel.

They finally reached the other end of the tunnel. The blond man looked up while holding onto the ladder, then climbed up first and pushed open the cover above his head.

The tavern waitress followed behind him, first looking around warily, and then also crawling out of the tunnel.

This tunnel did not lead to the outskirts of Pentos, nor to the slums of Pentos. Instead, it appeared unusually in the heart of Pentos’s bustling city center, next to the governors’ palace, which was also a large mansion.

It may seem like the darkest place is under the lamp, but in cities like Pentos, the wealthier people are often able to avoid a lot of trouble.

Upon reaching this point, the blond man seemed to be unable to hold on any longer. The intense cold seeped into his wounds like tiny insects, and his face turned pale, but he remained silent, taking off his outer clothes and lying down on a bed.

The tavern waitress also changed from her previous demeanor to become serious and attentive. She cleaned and bandaged the man's wounds again and helped him reposition his broken left hand.

Upon seeing the shocking wounds on the man's body, the tavern waitress finally understood what someone meant by saying "he's very powerful."

He almost got caught by the other party.

Who is he?

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

"A good person?"

"Or is he a bad guy?"

However, the blond man named 'Miguel' was lying on the bed shirtless. Hearing the maid's words, he slightly turned his head and glanced at her.

"Does the girl believe that death only takes away bad people and leaves good people in the world?"

The tavern waitress raised an eyebrow slightly upon hearing his words.

"of course not."

"But he is not the same."

The Faceless Ones rarely interfere in the succession of secular monarchies, because almost no one can afford the cost.

The followers of the Thousand-Faced God believe that death is a form of liberation, and they will agree to take one person's life in exchange for a price.

However, this comes at a high price, and the cost depends on the target's reputation and level of defense.

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

The price to pay for assassinating someone like Viserys would be unimaginable.

"Yes, he is indeed different."

"Therefore, the price this time is free, or rather, priceless."

Miguel nodded slightly.

"Just this once."

"What do you mean?"

The tavern waitress frowned slightly, not understanding what the other person was saying.

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

However, perhaps because the other party had just treated his wounds and they both served the Many-Faced God, the blond man seemed very, very patient, and he asked.

Who was the first Faceless Man?

The tavern waitress paused slightly upon hearing Miguel's words, wondering why he had suddenly brought this up, but she still nodded and answered earnestly.

"The Cult of the Many-Faced God originated in the mines of Valyria."

"The first generation of Faceless Men were among the rebels against Valyrian tyranny."

“Some people think he was a slave, some insist he was a citizen of the Free Bastion, born into an aristocratic family, and some will even tell you that he was an overseer who sympathized with the slaves under his command.”

Even the Faceless Ones themselves didn't know the true identities of the first generation of Faceless Ones.

All that is known is that the other party led a successful uprising of slaves captured from hundreds of countries, leading them to escape from the mines and resist Valyria's tyranny.

"The girl is right."

Miguel listened quietly to the tavern waitress's words, then nodded slightly.

He was still lying on the hospital bed shirtless, but his complexion had improved considerably, and he continued to explain.

“Viserys Targaryen was a Valyrian, one of the pure-blooded nobles of the Freehold.”

"He possesses three dragons and has become the only Valyrian Dragon King in the world."

"And compared to his constant pronouncements about returning to the Seven Kingdoms, he was more inclined to establish a vast empire in Essos, or even to recreate the Fortress of Freedom."

“I have read his notes.”

Miguel's voice was soft, yet it revealed a shocking secret.

Viserys constantly talked about returning to the Seven Kingdoms and reclaiming the Iron Throne.

However, in reality, they have been constantly expanding their territory on the continent of Essos, which has already aroused the vigilance of their surrounding neighbors.

Braavos wanted a king focused on attacking the Seven Kingdoms, not one who sought to rebuild Valyria's Freehold.

The first generation of Faceless Men, as representatives of the resistance against Valyrian tyranny, naturally could not allow this terrible nation to rise again.