The wine continued until late at night. Of course, Wert did nothing but drink. His father-in-law and his wife were watching. It's okay to have fun. This is the folk custom of Braavos.
After playing until late at night, people no longer had any energy, and the tavern was no longer as noisy as before. Everyone was ready to go back to the Neptune Palace to rest, and the group walked out of the tavern.
The tavern has become quiet, but the streets are still lively. Small waterways here crisscross each other, and several waterways converge into a relatively wide water area. The place where boats can be parked is called the moon pool by the locals.
There are many people gathered in a circle here, including men and women. Werther is tall, and he can see two people dueling in the middle.
Both sides drew their weapons. They were both drunk. After a few moves, one of them had his throat cut and blood spurted out. The victorious side raised its hands and accepted the cheers of the onlookers. A man in black clothes came over, collected some money from the winner, and called several workers over. Some carried the body away, some splashed water, and some used brushes to wash the floor. They were very skilled.
The winner walked up to a beautiful woman and said something, and the two of them left arm in arm.
This kind of situation is not just one place, it is everywhere around the Moon Pond, even the patrolling guards don’t care.
"Look, it's the Mermaid Queen!" Many people recognized her on the street, and she waved to them.
Before Werther and his party had gone far, a drunk man stood in front of Werther, drew out the sword on his waist and pointed it at Werther.
"Roar~" The pedestrians on the road were excited, and there was another duel. They quickly formed a circle and gave up their positions.
Witte: "What is going on? Is it illegal to kill someone?"
Mermaid Queen: "Dueling is normal in Braavos. These people may be asking you to duel because of me."
"But I'm not from Braavos, I'm a foreigner." Witte was very surprised.
Mermaid Queen: "Because you are wearing gorgeous clothes and have a long sword on your waist, they will think you are an assassin. Only assassins in Braavos wear gorgeous clothes. The real rich and powerful swordsmen
,Faceless men often wear black and dark clothes."
Witte looked at the Dark Sisters on his waist, dressed in gorgeous aristocratic clothing, which is a typical assassin dress in Braavos: "Assassin? A job where you get paid to kill people?"
The mermaid queen nodded.
Werther asked again: "You are walking with us, so why doesn't he challenge Oberon for a duel? He is dressed more fancy than me!"
Oberon staggered as he walked, said nothing, and pointed behind him with his finger.
Witte looked over and saw that Oberon, Ellaria Sand and Damon Sand were all drinking, but several of his guards were not drinking. One of them had already raised more than one plate at some unknown time.
The long spear and red sun flag of the Enmatel family.
"Then this duel is unavoidable?" Werther was not afraid. He just felt that it was not good to be a guest in Neptune's territory and kill people.
"Witt, enter!"
"Go! Go!"
Nymeria and Treni, their faces flushed with alcohol, let go of Witte's hands and began to make noises.
After hearing both of them speak, Werther reluctantly walked to the field and stood face to face with the assassin.
When the assassin saw Werther accepting the challenge, he wiped his hair with his hands, and then saluted the Mermaid Queen: "Beautiful Mermaid Queen, in your name, I send a duel invitation to the assassin next to you. He agreed, and I will use his
My blood proves that I am truly worthy of supporting you. I can serve you and dress you. I am willing to give everything for you. I want~"
"Are you going to fight or not?" Werther took out the Dark Sister from the scabbard on his waist, and had no time to listen to him licking her.
"Valyrian Steel Sword!" Those entertaining near Zigang were either nobles, wealthy businessmen, or famous assassins. Many people had seen the Valyrian Steel Sword, and someone quickly recognized it.
Only then did everyone onlookers feel that Werther's identity must be unusual and he must not be an assassin.
The assassin was interrupted by Werther in front of the goddess. Feeling very embarrassed, he picked up his sword and pointed it at Werther:
"Suffer death!" After saying that, he rushed towards Werther.
Against the backdrop of the firelight at night, if you wave a stick quickly, your eyes will have an illusion and you can see a string of afterimages dragged out by the stick.
But Werther was faster. Everyone saw Werther take a quick diagonal step to get behind the assassin, and then the shadow of a string of swords crossed the assassin's head.
The assassin kept charging forward with his sword, and fell to the ground after two steps. His head and chin were still there, only the tip of his nose was left, and the upper part was flying in the sky.
Werther cut his head in two with a sword, but there was not a drop of blood on the sword of the Dark Sisters.
The onlookers, Oberon and others were so shocked that they were sober from drinking, and no one spoke for a while.
Everyone thought that the two of them would exchange a few moves, talk trash to each other, and decide the winner with a few moves. However, it turned out that Werther was too fast. Many people combined their own martial arts and found that it was too late to dodge against Werther's speed.
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Oberon is still drunk.
Damon Sand was really frightened. He had always thought that Werther's magic was a boast that Robert was bragging about to benefit his younger brother, and this was also the perception of most people in Westeros. Those who had witnessed it with their own eyes
Some people who have seen Werther's magic don't say anything about it, and some people are of low status and no one believes them if they say it.
I haven’t seen the magic, but I have seen the force. If I face Werther, the Warrior Queen has predicted that Werther’s prediction can block the first sword. What about the second sword? Damon Shade drinks too much and can’t stand.
Steady, looking for Werther's flaws.
"Ho~~" I don't know who started, and the onlookers started cheering for Werther.
Everyone has heard that there are assassins dueling in the name of the Mermaid Queen. More and more people are gathering to watch the excitement, and some even want to challenge Werther again.
There was also someone who came from a distance and had never seen Werther kill before, so he was encouraged to stand opposite Werther. He used a thin sword.
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Werther is very unhappy now. This will go on endlessly, dealing with one thing after another.
"If someone keeps challenging me, do I have to keep fighting?" Witte was also wondering if he was too fast just now and had no deterrent effect on these people.
Mermaid Queen "No, generally there will be no more than three duels against an assassin in one night, but there are some who will be challenged until death. Assassins don't have any standards of honor."
"Can it still be like this?" Werther didn't want to be treated like a monkey and let everyone watch the show, shock the group, and then go back to sleep.
"You want to duel with me, right? Take action!"
The assassin did not attack directly, but circled around Werther at a brisk pace, constantly changing the posture of the sword in his hand. Werther did not move where he was, just watching him circle.
The assassin walked behind Werther, and when Werther turned his head to change direction, he suddenly changed his stance and charged, raising his sword to stab Werther in the heart.
As if there were eyes on his back, Werther turned around to avoid the assassin's stab, and squeezed the assassin's hand with one hand. The assassin let go of the weapon in pain.
Werther also put the Dark Sister back into the scabbard on his waist, and punched the assassin in the face again, making him almost faint and his limbs limp.
At this time, Werther pushed him to the ground, held the assassin's head with both hands, pressed his thumbs on the assassin's eyes, and gradually used strength with his hands.
"Ah~~~" The assassin screamed and struggled continuously, but he had no weapons, and hit Werther with both hands and feet, so Werther could not move.
"Bang!" The assassin's head was crushed directly by Werther with both hands.
Oberon put his hand on Daemon Sand's shoulder, his movements did not change, but his drunken eyes suddenly became sharp.
There was another brief moment of silence, crushing people's heads directly? The people around were stimulated by this bloody scene, and then the mentality of respect for the strong gradually took over, and the cheers and whistles that followed were louder than the first time for Witte.
The duel is still big, and no one dares to stand up and invite Werther to a duel.
The Mermaid Queen came over and gave Witte a kiss. Nymeria also came over and gave Witte a kiss, and then hugged the Mermaid Queen. Treni also came over and took out a handkerchief to wipe Wirt's hands.
Damon Sand didn't know whether it was because he drank too much wine or something, but he started vomiting while standing, and the dirt flowed onto his clothes without even knowing it.