After a night of excitement, the next day arrived in the blink of an eye.
Oberon would not take Werther around every day. As the Prince of Dorne, he must have some political matters to discuss with the Sea King. He told Werther that foreigners were active in the area of the second-hand clothing dealer's wharf, and there were also transactions in various commodities.
You can also talk here.
Wit only took Nymeria and Triene, and the three of them came here to hang out.
However, Werther still wore aristocratic clothes and did not wear dark clothes like the local nobles. After he woke up, Werther was feeling unhappy and was not afraid of assassins coming to fight him, so he continued to dress like this.
There are merchant ships from Westeros as well as merchant ships from eight other trading city-states at the Old Clothes Seller's Wharf. It is busier than any other port on the continent of Vitra, and the port is very neat and clean.
Werther did not discuss any business at the dock, but only paid attention to the products in various places. The three of them were a little tired from shopping and prepared a place to rest.
"Father said that there is a tavern here called the Courtyard of Seven Lanterns, and there are performances by courtesans. Let's go and have a look!" Treni held Werther's hand and looked at Werther expectantly.
"Okay, I'm going to ask for directions." Every time Treni wanted to do something, she always had this expression. She would definitely not be able to do it if she didn't go.
Turning left and right in the dock area, the three of them finally arrived at the Courtyard of Seven Lanterns. This is a relatively luxurious tavern. When entering, it is full of various languages and is very noisy.
The pub is divided into two floors, and there is a stage in the middle for singing and dancing performances.
But when Werther walked into the hall, many assassins in fancy clothes stopped talking and looked at Werther.
What happened last night has been spread among the assassin circles in Braavos. There is a foreigner wearing the attire of a Western Continent noble and holding a Valyrian steel sword. Don't challenge him to a duel. He can crush people's heads with his bare hands.
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With the Westeros aristocratic attire, and the rumored tall figure and appearance, many assassins recognized Werther. Some began to brag to their classmates about what they had seen yesterday, and some unknowingly began to ask about the whole story.
We found an empty seat and as soon as the three of us sat down, a beautiful woman led the bartender to Werther's table.
"Hello, distinguished guest."
"Hello." Werther and the others didn't recognize her and thought she was the boss here.
"My name is Nightingale and I am the social butterfly here. Can I sit next to you?"
The seats here are long soft sofas, with one side facing the stage. On Vert's left is Triene, and on the right is Nymeria.
"This is my wife, and this is my wife's biological sister. If you want, you can sit next to my wife."
Nightingale sat down, asked the bartender to put down the fruit and wine, and poured wine for several people. Now Werther was hugging her from left to right, and Nymeria was also hugging from left to right.
"These drinks are from the nobleman sitting in front!" Nightingale pointed forward, and Werther saw a nobleman in black, smiling and raising his glass to Werther.
Treni picked up the wine and drank it, then smiled at Werther, meaning it was not poisonous.
Werther also picked up his wine glass and raised his glass to the nobles.
"I don't know him, what else did he say to you?" If you give him a drink as soon as he comes, there must be something going on.
"He wants to ask if the Valyrian steel sword on your waist can be sold to him!" Nightingale filled Werther's wine again.
"So that's it." Werther smiled, unbuckled his waist, put the sword on the table, and took out the sword from the scabbard. The nobles over there were also looking here.
Nightingale stroked the sword blade, then carefully looked at the color and pattern, and confirmed that it was a Valyrian steel sword. She raised her wine glass to the noble.
"The Valyrian steel sword is indeed rare, and it is hard to find one even at a high price. But tell that noble, this sword is called the Dark Sister, and it is one of the two heirloom swords of the Targaryen family. My name is Witte.
·Baratheon, let’s see if he still wants this sword.” Werther will definitely not sell the sword, but he wants to know how much this sword is worth in the eyes of the world.
Nightingale's eyes widened when she heard that. The Targaryen family was a royal family that had unified Westeros for hundreds of years. It was eliminated and replaced by the Baratheon family more than ten years ago. Although more than ten years have passed, it is still in her memory.
Still new.
Nightingale stood up and gave a noble salute to Werther, and went to whisper a few words to the noble. The noble showed an embarrassed expression, gave Werther some drinks, and never talked about buying a sword again.
The performance on the stage was changed to a band performance. Nightingale came to Werther's table to continue drinking. She was very good at talking and made Werther and others happy. After a few performances, Nightingale herself was about to perform on stage.<
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There is a private room on the second floor. The light here is darker than the hall on the first floor. Sitting here, you can see Werther's position, and you can hide it by leaning back a little.
Oberon was holding a brown-haired woman wearing a nun's costume. The woman was probably in her forties, but she was very beautiful and well-maintained. She only looked like she was in her early 30s.
"My daughter looks a lot like you."
Oberyn smelled her hair.
"It's just that the smell of your hair dye is not very good."
The nun looked at Treni and Werther talking and joking: "Is he good to Treni?"
Oberon: "Very good. He also taught Treni the magic and magical alchemy skills. The poison on my spear now was given by Treni."
Sister: "As long as he doesn't ruin our plan, Tyene and Nymeria should be very happy. But they have been married for such a long time, why are they not pregnant? Is it because of magic?"
Oberon: "How would I know? I have no magic talent. Lemore, don't you plan to go directly to see Treni?"
Sister Lemore: "No, just watch from a distance, as long as she lives well."
Sitting on the seat next to the two of them, a young man with blue hair was also paying attention to Werther's every move from beginning to end.
Especially when Werther drew out the Valyrian steel sword Dark Sister, he touched his chest and his heart beat very fast.
Oberon hugged Lemore and kissed each other. He said in the common language of Westeros: "Little Griffin, what do you think the Dark Sisters mean to the Targaryen family?"
Little Griffin looks a few years younger than Werther, with a slender figure. Although he is still a little childish, his purple eyes reveal a firm look: "Glory and shame."
Oberon: "Do you want to buy or snatch the Dark Sisters?"
Little Griffin said in Valyrian again: "After all, it is dead things, people's hearts, loyalty, money, land and weapons. When these are enough, I will return to Westeros."
Little Griffin turned his head and looked at Oberon: "When the time comes, someone will naturally offer the Dark Sisters."
These days are carnivals, and everyone only comes out to do activities after dark. The best programs are all at night, and the programs during the day can only kill time.
After dark, the three of them also bought three new masks and put them on to continue participating in the festival celebration.