Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

Even if they don't have this person's face, they can choose a similar face. The Faceless Ones have a large collection of human skins to choose from, and then use some disguise techniques to fill in the gaps, which can also achieve the effect of being indistinguishable from the real thing.

"The Faceless Ones have attacked me."

Viserys walked back to the bedside and sat down, a slight anger rising within him. He was a good-natured man and rarely got angry, but this time, if he hadn't accumulated so many souls, he might have really died.

However, if we look at it from another angle, if he hadn't accumulated the black mist but had absorbed it all into his body, perhaps this assassination attempt wouldn't have happened.

He could even crush this damn Faceless Man to death.

"They must pay the price."

Viserys still held the dagger in his hand, toying with it slightly.

"Valyrian steel".

If he's not mistaken, it should be a short sword made of Valyrian steel, and it's quite valuable.

"You really think highly of me."

Viserys's gaze turned cold, and he then flung the dagger in his hand.

bang——

Wood chips flew everywhere.

The Valyrian steel dagger was firmly embedded in the wooden door not far away, its hilt trembling slightly and flashing with a chilling light.

...

Soon after.

Night gradually fell.

The ruling class had just changed hands when Viserys was assassinated.

Although the matter was kept strictly confidential and not leaked to the outside world, a strict curfew was still in effect in the city of Pentos.

The streets were filled with mercenaries from the Wind Blowing Legion and the former city garrison of Pentos.

The commander-in-chief of the city's garrison has changed. The original commander-in-chief was killed by the ragged prince after surrendering, and replaced by his confidant, Danzo de Han, known as the 'Poet of War'.

Meanwhile, the mercenaries of the Wind Blowing Gang have also upgraded their weapons. They made a fortune when they plundered the governor's family, and now they wear full sets of bright armor and have been equipped with better weapons, transforming themselves into the regular army of Pentos.

At that moment, the streets were filled with soldiers, and the small tavern was naturally empty of customers.

After helping 'Miguel' treat his injuries, the tavern waitress somehow managed to crawl back through the tunnel.

This was a small outpost set up by the Faceless Ones in Pentos, which is why no one noticed her disappearance for so long.

The young woman with red hair was sitting behind the bar, yawning slightly, still thinking about what had happened during the day. She was a little surprised that news of the young Targaryen king's death hadn't spread yet.

"The level of confidentiality is quite good."

The tavern waitress rested her chin on her hand and muttered to herself.

"Keep the death a secret?"

However, at that moment, the red-haired young woman's ears twitched slightly. She heard a sound, and the footsteps on the street outside became much noisier, as if they were rushing in this direction.

"Ok?"

But while the tavern waitress was in a daze...

boom--

The tavern door was kicked open, and a group of Pentos soldiers and Windblown mercenaries barged in.

The leader was a bare-chested Dothraki man with bulging muscles and purple totem tattoos, carrying a heavy Arak scimitar.

Beside him was a man shrouded in a black robe. He looked at the tavern waitress and then pointed at her.

"What are you brothers trying to do?"

The red-haired woman forced a smile and was just about to come forward.

However, the next second, she suddenly fled towards the tavern window with an unexpected speed.

However, the well-prepared Pentos soldiers were not alarmed. A large net had already been laid out for her, and a crossbow bolt struck her thigh.

Then a large net descended from the sky and enveloped the red-haired woman, tightening the net to trap her inside.

Then, Pentos' soldiers stepped forward and immediately bound the woman's hands and feet, rendering her unable to move.

The remaining Pentos soldiers searched the entire tavern but found no other suspicious persons.

Chapter 226 Arrest

Where is that blond man?

Rams's face was hidden under his hood, and his eyes were cold.

His Majesty the King nearly died at the hands of the enemy.

It wasn't that Ramsay was particularly loyal to Viserys, but rather that Ramsay Jon Snow's ambitions needed to be tied to Viserys.

If Viserys falls, he, who has no allies and is surrounded by enemies in Andalus, will likely return to being a lowly bastard overnight.

Ramsay secretly carried out Viserys's task by spreading the story of the trampling of guests' rights, making Viserys's counterattack seem justified.

During this process, Rams encountered the blond man with a somewhat strange expression, and Rams smelled a familiar scent on him.

But at that time, Rams didn't take it seriously.

However, when he returned to the palace, he learned that Viserys had been assassinated. The assassin had disguised himself as the ragged prince and jumped off the tower to escape. He was also stabbed in the abdomen by the young king in retaliation, and his left hand was twisted off.

Rams then suddenly remembered the strange man he had met in the tavern.

The other person was clutching his abdomen with one hand, his left hand was stiff and seemed unable to move, and there was a bloody smell that Rams was very familiar with.

Ramsay suspected that the other party was the assassin who killed Viserys, and then led the Wind Blowers to capture him.

However, instead of finding the assassin, they made another unexpected discovery.

The red-haired woman, wounded in the thigh by an arrow, was trapped in a large net; no matter how skilled she was, she could not escape.

Then, Pentos's soldiers and the Windblown Mercenaries rushed forward, pinned the man to the ground, and bound him tightly with iron chains, bringing him before Rams.

Rams began the interrogation, but the other party gritted his teeth and remained silent.

"Oh."

A sinister smile crept across the black-haired youth's lips; he liked people who were stubborn like that.

However, at this time...

The soldiers who searched the entire tavern finally made an unexpected discovery.

One of the mercenaries from the Wind Blowing Group was an expert in this area. These mercenaries had all sorts of talents, and some were even good at digging graves.

One of the experienced, bearded middle-aged mercenaries tapped on each floorboard with his hand until he finally located the entrance to the tunnel in the back kitchen of the tavern. He then lifted the stone slab, revealing the dark and deep opening below.

"Chief Kago!"

Then he summoned the bare-chested Dothraki, the right hand of the Ragged Prince, a captain of the Windbringer.

"Ah."

Kago crouched down at the entrance of the cave and threw a stone down to test it. He immediately heard a response, indicating that the cave was not very high.

He then took a torch from a mercenary and shone it down, revealing the ladder below and the tunnel beneath.

Rams, drawn by the noise, came over and exchanged a glance with Kago.

"Humph."

The Dothraki then grunted in annoyance, tucked his Arak scimitar into his belt, and was the first to jump down into the tunnel, holding onto the ladder.

The other skilled members of the Wind Blowing Gang followed their leader into the cave.

Meanwhile, the tavern waitress who was tied up saw this scene and her expression turned slightly unpleasant, but she remained silent.

Rams watched as Kago and the Windblown Mercenaries disappeared into the tunnel, then turned his gaze back to the red-haired woman.

Their eyes met; the tavern waitress's gaze was threatening, while Rams let out a cold laugh.

"take away!"

Rams walked past the tavern waitresses, his face hidden beneath a hood as he wore a long black robe that reached the ground.

I pushed open the tavern door and disappeared back into the darkness.

...

On the other side...

Kago led the best members of the Wind Blowing Group into the tunnel, which had many ventilation shafts, but these were still not enough to light torches inside.

Otherwise, they would suffocate before they even reached the end of the tunnel.

The most skilled Dothraki walked at the front, with the rest of his brothers following behind him, and the group moved forward in the dark.

soon.

Kago's palm touched the cold wall; they had reached the end of the tunnel.

"It's over."

He stopped in his tracks, and the mercenaries from the Wind Blowing Gang behind him also stopped.

In such a pitch-black environment, hand gestures are impossible to see; they can only move forward by touching the back of the person in front of them.

This is a square courtyard, wider than the tunnel we just came through, which is only wide enough for one person to pass through at a time.

"here."

Then one of the mercenaries touched the ladder and spoke in a low voice.

However, someone bumped into something and made some noise.

"Keep quiet."

Kago spoke in a low voice.

"on!"

The group then climbed the ladder one by one, and the person at the top gently lifted the stone slab above their head.