The three of Witte experienced the activities in the Braavos Carnival Tavern yesterday, and today they are going to see the activities on the street.
Oil lamps were lit everywhere in the city, bands were playing in every small square on the street, and courtesans were dancing. The ladies wore all kinds of gorgeous clothes, while the men were all dressed simply, with various masks on their faces, singing and dancing.
Very lively.
Werther's mask has no special features. The black mask can only cover the upper half of his face, exposing his eyes and chin.
Nymeria and Tyene wore gorgeous costumes given by Neptune, and their masks were decorated with feathers and other gorgeous decorations, and were inlaid with some special shells.
The three of them played wildly with the celebrating crowd for a long time, until the two ladies got tired, and Treni pulled them to rest against the railing of the waterway.
"There is a magic reaction!" Werther's magic perception detected a person with magic power.
"Where?" Trini looked into the crowd.
"Look at that man, he's wearing women's clothes, is that him?" Treni pointed to a person. He didn't wear a mask, had short hair, and had a standard man's face, but he was wearing women's clothes and looked very special in the crowd.
Special.
Nymeria thought for a while: "That should be someone from the Moonsinger Temple. They should be a Moonsinger. They are similar to the churches of the Seven Kingdoms. Some are responsible for war, and some are responsible for prayer, treatment, and judgment.
The chanters are all women. If a man wants to become a moon chanter, he must wear women's clothes."
Trini: "How did you know?"
Nymeria: "In the afternoon at the Court of Seven Lights, I asked Nightingale what else a woman could do in Braavos besides being a courtesan, and one of the things she told me was Moonsinger."
"It's not him. There are too many people here and it's too noisy. I can't concentrate. It should be about 150 meters ahead." Witte closed his eyes and felt carefully.
"I thought it was here." Treni's magic talent is not high, but she is very interested in all things related to magic. Her current theoretical knowledge is second only to the librarian of the magic school, Allerie Hightower.
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"Huh? It's coming to us." Werther said again.
When Nymeria heard what Witte said, she pulled out two daggers and hid them in her sleeves: "Are they enemies?"
"I don't know. The streets here are too complicated and can't be seen. If he comes into sight later, I will remind you to be careful."
Not long after, Werther reminded the two of them again.
"Here he appeared. Directly in front of him, under the statue of the previous King of the Sea, was a woman without a mask."
"Where?" "I didn't see it." Neither Nymeria nor Tyene seemed to see it.
"Wearing a black robe with a hood."
"Still not seen?"
Werther felt that he had narrowed the range of perception and concentrated on this person.
"She is using stealth and invisibility techniques similar to mine. Although it is very low-level, people who have not learned such skills will definitely not be able to detect her."
"The Faceless Assassin of the House of Black and White. One of the jobs that women in Braavos can do." Nymeria said with certainty.
"What is she doing now?" Trini asked again.
Wirth: "She came over to us. I remember Maester Aemon at Castle Black on the Great Wall said that the founder of the Faceless Men was a slave miner in the Valyrian Empire. He secretly learned some magic and escaped.
After knowing the God of Many Faces and the House of Black and White, it does make sense to learn stealth and invisibility magic to escape. I guess they will also do illusions together."
When she heard someone coming but couldn't see her, Nymeria was a little anxious: "What is she doing again?"
Werther: "She's looking at me."
Nymeria pinched Witte's waist: "Seriously!"
Nymeria and Terene were both very nervous. Such a high-level assassin with magic was really hard to guard against. Nymeria held the dagger in both hands and was ready to use it at any time. The poison bottle in Terene's sleeve
Already opened and ready to splash on invisible enemies.
Werther dictated each other's situation to the two of them in the Common Tongue of Westeros:
"She came towards me!"
"She is ten steps away."
"She drew a dagger from her sleeve."
"She's five steps away."
"She swung the knife at my neck."
"She was caught by me."
Werther grabbed her hand holding the dagger, twisted her hard and threw her to the ground. The magic flowed, breaking the opponent's invisibility skill, and the assassin also revealed his figure.
The assassin didn't expect that the target he wanted to assassinate could actually find her all the time, almost completely watching her every move, and be able to destroy his own skills and magic in an instant, while he walked over like an idiot and tried to wipe someone else's neck.
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Nymeria snatched the assassin's dagger and immediately stabbed him in the back. No matter how hard he struggled, the assassin couldn't get rid of Werther's grip. He was stabbed seven or eight times, and his blood quickly soaked his burqa.
"It's the Faceless Men from the House of Black and White. Their assassination failed!"
The surrounding carnival crowd also noticed something strange here, and quickly recognized the identity of the assassin from his clothing.
The Faceless Man caught in Witte's hands is dead, and his face has turned into another person. "The Faceless Man will not attack for no reason. The cost of hiring them to assassinate is extremely high. There are nobles or wealthy businessmen who want my life!"
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Trini: "Have you offended anyone recently?"
Witte: "I have only been in Braavos for a few days. Except for killing two assassins on the street yesterday, didn't everyone call it a duel?"
Treni: "Could it be the noble who wanted to buy you the Valyrian steel sword in the Court of Seven Lights this afternoon?"
Werther thought about it: "It's very possible, but I don't know his name and address. I will ask Nightingale to ask."
Nymeria: "I heard in Dorne that even if the Faceless Men miss, they will be followed by assassins from the faction to continue the assassination."
"I'll take you and Treni back to the Neptune Palace first. It's best for you to stay with Oberon these days." Veit pulled the two of them towards the Neptune Palace.
Nymeria: "You let us go back, what do you want to do?"
Wirth: "I'm going to the House of Black and White to find out who hired them to assassinate me."
Nymeria: "One of the tenets of the House of Black and White is that the name of the employer will not be revealed in case of failure, otherwise this organization would not have existed for thousands of years."
Werther: "Don't worry, you have seen Renly go to negotiate business. He has a very good mouth. I taught him! I am better at negotiation."
The location of the House of Black and White is in the middle of Braavos City. There are many small islands here. In Braavos, all gods from all over the world can be respected. Each island here is a temple.
The locals call it "Island of the Gods".
The House of Black and White is on an island next to the Temple of the Moonsinger. Standing here, you can directly see the Palace of Truth, Prestan Palace and Antalion Palace across the long canal, as well as the Neptune Palace in the distance.
There is a rocky hill on the island. The Black and White House has no windows, and the pointed roof is covered with black tiles. The gate of the temple is a pair of twelve-foot-high carved wooden doors. The door on the left is as white as a skeleton, and the one on the right is
There is a slight glow, and a moon is carved between the two doors.
Although the use of magic is not advanced, it is still a French organization that has existed for thousands of years. Vittor pulled up his clothes, straightened his collar, and knocked on the door.
After a while, a man wearing a black and white robe opened the door a crack.
"Hello, my name is Vit Baratheon. Today you sent an assassin to kill me, but I killed you. I'm here to ask who my employer is."
"Bang~~" The door was immediately closed.
Werther took a deep breath:
"Mu~~~Qua~~~Diiv~~~!"
He charged up his right foot and kicked it hard. There was a muffled sound of "Boom!" and a hole as high as a person was opened in the black and white wooden door.
Witte walked in, his armor made of three magic powers of white, blue and yellow flashing on his body, and the five-color magic ball spinning behind him: "If you don't tell me today, I will demolish the House of Black and White!"