The Sea King of Braavos' generation, Ferrego Antalion, died on his bed with his heart stabbed.
His bodyguard, Quero Valentine, the chief swordsman of this generation, also died beside his bed, and several personal guards died at the door of the palace. Not long after, the news came out from the Neptune Palace that Quero Valentin
Din plotted to kill Neptune and was killed by loyal guards. There is also unreliable news that it was Wit Baratheon who killed him, but the guards of Neptune's palace did not see Wit entering or leaving the palace.
It is already late at night. Previously, the city was in chaos and people were fleeing in all directions. After the incident at the Sea King Palace, most of the soldiers in the city began to gather here to initiate martial law.
At this time, Werther had already arrived on the street. Nymeria and the others could not be found now.
"If you can't find them, let them come to me."
Werther jumped onto a small boat and threw a silver coin to the boatman.
"Send me to the feet of the Titans."
Ronald Clinton, Harry Strickland, and Daemon Sand rushed to Silt Town with Dornish soldiers.
"Oh my God!" The surprised expression on Harry Strickland's fat face never stopped after he entered the ruins.
Ronald Clinton walked in front: "You go faster, you have to find the officers of the Golden Regiment as soon as possible and confirm whether they are still alive."
"Okay, Lord Ronald, I'll try my best to keep up. It's really not easy to walk here." Harry Strickland walked with difficulty in the ruins.
There were collapsed houses everywhere, with rubble and rubble scattered everywhere. The burned wood was still emitting green smoke, and sparks appeared from time to time. A group of people began to scatter and search.
"There's someone here!" Daemon Sand shouted, calling for everyone to come over and check.
"How can you recognize this!"
Several soldiers moved away rubble and debris, and more than a dozen charred corpses huddled together appeared under the rubble.
A soldier pulled out a spear and opened up a corpse. The charred human body, with fingers and toes burned to ashes, was scattered on the ground. The clothes had been burned, and even the outside of the body was covered with black charcoal. When the spear was pushed away, the charred parts fell off.
, leaking out the cooked and mutilated human body inside, exuding a smell of barbecue.
"There is no way to identify it anymore." Damon Sand moved the head with his spear.
Harry Strickland came over at this time: "Look for the gold on their arms! The officers have gold rings on their arms, and the regimental commanders have more on their arms. That is their glory and wealth. The gold should be burned."
Beside them."
Daemon Sand shouted to the Dornish soldiers: "Look for gold near the corpse. Everyone, hurry up. You must find it before the city guard comes!"
"Ha!" The soldiers took the order and spread out to look for people.
Ronald Clinton put a hand on Harry Strickland's shoulder: "The new leader of the Golden Regiment, do you want to take back the gold on these dead officers?"
"The gold must be taken back. Some people's children are still in the regiment." Harry Strickland looked at Ronald's fierce look. "But sometimes it will be taken away by the enemy."
Ronald Clinton patted him hard on the shoulder: "Hahaha, good brother!"
"Ronald Clinton!" Damon Sand walked up to him. "Their gold must be returned!"
Damon Sand participated in Oberon's secret plan and knew that the Golden Company was now basically controlled by Oberon. From the leader, officials to the sergeant major, they were all arranged by cronies to take over. Taking away the gold means taking away more.
It’s impossible for him to ignore Prince En’s gold.
Ronald Clinton was furious: "Who do you think you are?"
"Your brother's glory does not belong to you. Your family territory and noble title were also confiscated by Robert. You are just a fugitive who ran to Essos! And you should call me Ser Daemon Sand now!"
Mon Sand also refused to give in.
Ronald Clinton wanted to draw his sword, but his son "Red Roland" ran over to stop him, "Father, don't, the Golden Company is our ally!"
"Hmph!" Ronald Clinton held the hilt of his sword, looked at Damon Sand with contempt and walked away.
Daemon Sand waved his hand to dismiss the Dornish soldiers who had gathered around him, and looked at the back of Ronald Clinton: "With a guy like this, sooner or later something will happen!"
It didn't take long for the soldiers to find several charred corpses one after another, and found melted gold nuggets underneath. They also found a burly man with a severed hand, and the largest gold nugget melted under him.
Several people gathered around, and Harry Strickland identified it carefully, "Looking at the body shape and the size of the melted gold nuggets, this is Mistoin! That's right."
Damon Sand stood up and looked at the corpse. He did not need to complete the task. The target had been killed by Witte.
Harry Strickland: "According to the rules of the Golden Company, the heads of successive captains will be chopped off and hung on the regimental flag."
Everyone nodded, having heard about the rules of the Golden Company, but Harry Strickland also looked at everyone and made no move.
"We are not members of the Golden Company. Do we have to do the job of cutting off the former leader? You do it yourself!" Damon Sand took out the dagger from his waist and threw it to Harry Strickland.
Harry Strickland's expression changed, and he could only bite the bullet and start cutting and peeling with a dagger.
Witte took a boat to the foot of the Titan. When he came to Braavos, he saw that the Titan was actually a military fortress, with a hollow interior and passages that could reach the top of the Titan.
The soldiers stationed here saw Werther coming and wanted to stop him, but were quickly pulled away by several officers.
The officers have received the news that Firestorm was caused by Witte, and that Aquaman was assassinated by his bodyguards, and the city was in chaos. Now that a few big soldiers dare to stop Witte, by then I am afraid that the Titans will have to turn into fire.
Giant.
The officers gave a noble salute to Werther and pulled the soldiers to make way for Werther.
"Lord Witte, do you need to lead the way?"
Werther stopped and heard these somewhat familiar words, feeling that this officer was very wise.
"Please!"
With the officer leading the way, Witte successfully entered the interior of the giant. It was a military fortress with many institutions and a large number of soldiers guarding it. The giant stood at the only outlet for large ships in Braavos. Defending the giant meant guarding the cloth.
Ravos.
After walking through countless winding stairs and finally reaching the giant's eye, the officer was extremely tired.
"You go and rest first. I will go down by myself then."
"Thank you Lord Witte, I asked the attendant to bring some food up." Except for the two braziers which are made of stones, there is nothing that can be damaged. The officer went down to rest with confidence.
Werther grabbed the giant's eye socket, jumped out of the giant's eye with a forceful flip, and then climbed up to the giant's helmet in two steps.
The sea breeze at a high place is very strong. It feels good to hold the decoration in the middle of the giant's helmet and look at the city of Braavos at night!
After Witte pulled out the Dark Sisters, he carved a few more words on the giant's helmet: Witte Baratheon is here for a visit.
On a ship not far from the giant, Oberyn, Nymeria, and Tyene were all chatting on the deck about what happened tonight, and everyone in the city probably couldn't sleep.
Tyene suddenly pointed to the top of the Titan's head: "Look, is there Wert on top of the Titan's head?"
Several people looked over and saw that although it was dark, there was still some brightness in some places because of the lighthouse function above the giant's head.
Nymeria: "That's him! I bought this dress for him in Myr City, and his movements can be recognized at a glance."