The fight between the two people was almost completed in a flash of lightning.
Illyrio, who was sitting on the chair on the other side, didn't even react, let alone clearly see the actions of the two people, and then it was a lose-lose ending.
The Tattered Prince stabbed Viserys in the abdomen with his dagger, and Viserys broke the opponent's wrist, then stabbed the opponent in the abdomen with the knife as well.
Afterwards, the Tattered Prince committed suicide by jumping off the tower.
"this"
After reacting, Illyrio was slightly startled at first, and then he was shocked and stood up quickly with the help of crutches.
He saw Viserys holding the injured part of his abdomen with one hand and blood flowing out continuously. His body was a little weak and he sat on the ground breathing heavily.
Then he shouted loudly outside.
"Someone come quickly!"
"There's an assassin!"
The guards in the tower rushed over after hearing the news. There were chaotic footsteps and shouts everywhere, and the entire nine-top tower palace soon fell into violent shaking.
The gray-haired old man in tattered clothes rode his tall horse and walked into the palace with a lot of fatigue. He was directly captured by a group of Targaryen soldiers as soon as he dismounted and walked into the palace.
The Tattered Prince was completely unprepared and had no time to resist. He had no idea what was happening and shouted that he was wronged.
Then the doctor hurried over with a medicine box.
Viserys was still sitting on the cold ground, panting slightly, and then fumbled to pick up the dagger he had just thrown on the ground.
He saw that in addition to the crimson blood on the clear blade, there was also a faint blue light.
"poisonous."
Viserys's chest rose and fell slightly, and he could almost feel his limbs becoming paralyzed.
Then I felt a touch of warmth in my nostrils, and a drop of blood slowly flowed out.
"Huh~"
"Huh~"
Viserys's breathing was heavy, and his eyes were staring at the slightly reflected light, where blood and venom were intertwined.
"His Majesty."
"How do you feel now? Where do you feel uncomfortable?"
An old doctor with gray hair untied his clothes and bandaged his wounds, and asked at the same time.
However, Viserys did not respond to him, he just stared at the reflective place of the dagger.
"His Majesty?"
"His Majesty?"
The old doctor's voice sounded urgently.
But the next second, they couldn't see anywhere.
boom
A ball of monstrous black fog that had been accumulating for an unknown period of time emitted a terrifying scream of howling ghosts and wolves.
Then madness poured into Viserys' body.
"The long night is long, and the steps are carved into the ice wall."
"Wandering endlessly at the end of the world~"
The sound of a singer playing and singing rang out from a tavern, and his voice was melodious.
Because of the bloody night, there were not many guests in the tavern today, and most of them were discussing what happened last night.
The governors of Pentos invited the Targaryen king here to celebrate the New Year. However, in order to covet the dragon, they tried to attack Viserys at the banquet, but failed. Instead, they shot themselves in the foot.
A huge dragon descended from the sky, burned the palace, and burned all the governors to death.
This morning, you can still see the massive amounts of wealth plundered from various governors' mansions, cart after cart being loaded onto horse-drawn carriages and sent to the port. It's unknown where the ship will sail.
Well-informed people now know that the Targaryen king will not wear the crown and serve as the prince of Pentos.
Instead, he handed over the Pearl of the Bay to a mercenary leader who was also the leader of the Wind Blowing Group who committed murders and set fires everywhere last night. This caused some panic among the people of Pentos.
The singer in the tavern is currently playing and singing a song from Westeros, which may be a bit unfamiliar to the people of Pentos.
This is a legend about the Rat Chef of the Nightfort. It tells the story of a cook of the Nightfort who killed the king's son out of revenge, chopped him into pieces and made a pie for the king to taste, and was finally punished by the gods.
He turned into a giant white rat, forever roaming the Nightfort, devouring his own children and grandchildren.
This is a story about trampling on the rights of guests and being punished by the gods, although it is unfamiliar to the people of Pentos.
But it seemed that it was just to 'keep up with current events', so it spread quickly in Pentos City with some encouragement.
clang
A golden dragon danced on the fingertips. Ramsay's cheek was hidden under the cloak as he looked at the singer, and then revealed a cold smile.
The singer saw Ramsay's smile out of the corner of his eye, and felt a little happy in his heart.
Then Ramsay put down the wine glass in his hand, stood up and left the table, pressed the golden dragon on the table and told the waitress in the tavern that it was a reward for the singer, and then walked towards the door of the tavern.
And at this time.
The door of the tavern was pushed open, and a man with blond hair and a hooked nose and a scar on his face walked in.
Ramsay passed this man.
But the front desk of the tavern was a bit cramped, and the blond man seemed to be feeling a little unwell and did not dodge. In time, the two of them bumped into each other slightly.
Ramsay smelled something familiar, and at the same time he keenly noticed that the blond man's left hand seemed a little stiff, but he didn't think much about it and just smiled politely.
The blond man was also very respectful, placing his right hand in front of his lower abdomen and bowing slightly.
"Feel sorry."
Then Ramsay opened the wooden door and left the tavern, and the blond man looked at Ramsay's leaving figure, and then withdrew his gaze.
He lowered his head and glanced at his open right hand, and a trace of blood was very clear.
"A person has the right to revenge~"
"But killing the guests under one's own roof is trampling on the rights of the guests~"
"The gods will never forgive!"
On the other side a ballad about the Rat Chef was being played.
The blond man listened for a moment, then turned to look at the waitress at the front desk of the tavern. She also took out a gold coin from her arms and handed it to her.
But he was not giving a reward to the singer, but had another purpose.
"Valar touch rghulis."
The blond man suddenly whispered this sentence in High Valyrian. If translated into common language, it would be 'all men are mortal'.
The tavern maid took the gold coin and rubbed it with her fingers, narrowed her eyes, then raised her head and looked at the other person carefully.
He also opened his lips slightly and responded in High Valyrian.
"Valar Dohaes."
‘Everyone needs to be served’
"What's your name now?"
The tavern maid wearing an apron asked in a calm voice.
"Someone's name is Miguel."
The blond man shook his head.
"A mercenary from Tyrosh."
"oh."
The tavern maid raised her eyebrows slightly.
"You succeeded?"
This time, the blond man was silent for a long time, and then nodded slightly.