And not long after, in the dungeon below the palace.
The maid in the tavern was imprisoned here, with heavy chains on her hands and feet. The door of the cell was also very strong, and it was almost impossible to open it by force except with a key.
Phew~
The fire in the corridor flickered on and off, and there was silence and no sound.
At this moment, there was a slight movement, and the tavern maid raised her head slightly, and then she saw a vague figure walking in this direction not far away.
"grown ups."
A soldier stepped forward and whispered something, but was caught off guard and a short knife was shoved directly into his throat.
puff.
Blood sprayed on the wall, and the body was gently held by the visitor and placed on the ground without making much movement.
The red-haired woman's eyes narrowed slightly when she saw this scene. She knew that her companion had come to save her.
However, she didn't know why, but there was no joy in her heart. Instead, there was an uneasy feeling brewing.
When the tavern maid was distracted, the dark shadow reflected by the fire disappeared from her sight at some point, leaving only a corpse lying quietly on the cold ground.
But the next second.
The sound of a bunch of keys suddenly rang above the head of the tavern maid.
The woman was a little distracted when she suddenly heard the sound so close to her. She was slightly startled and raised her head. A black shadow was blocking the firelight on the corridor wall, covering her figure.
At this moment, the visitor had torn off the face with a scar, revealing the cheek of Miguel, a mercenary from Tyrosh. There was a hint of tiredness in his light blue eyes.
.
"You came."
Just as he was taking out the key to unlock the door, a calm voice sounded from behind him.
"Um."
'Miguel' nodded slightly subconsciously.
But then he realized that these words did not come from the companion in front of him, and the other party looked behind him with wide eyes in shock.
"who?"
Miguel felt a slight chill all over his body in an instant, and then quickly turned around and looked behind him.
A familiar figure was standing not far away from him, looking at him quietly. His long silver-gold hair was tied up with a hairband, and his own figure was reflected in his eyes.
The person who came was none other than Viserys, who was assassinated by him during the day. At his feet, the corpse of the soldier was still lying. Viserys looked down at the corpse and exhaled softly.
This was a familiar face. He followed him to Pentos, but he didn't expect that he would die here.
"His name is Judd."
"You followed me many years ago."
Immediately, Viserys raised his head again and spoke.
On the other side, 'Miguel' also had unconcealable shock in his eyes. He couldn't help but take a step back and glanced at his companion.
The two of them looked at each other and felt like they were seeing a ghost.
"You shouldn't be alive."
Then 'Miguel' turned his head and looked at Viserys with bright eyes, holding one hand on the cold iron window, and said in a hoarse voice.
He didn't expect to see Viserys again. Before the assassination, he smeared the powerful manticore poison on his short knife.
Once this poison enters the heart, death is certain. Before, the muscles all over the body were necrotic, the wounds oozed pus, and even maggots were reluctant to get close to the wounds.
Now more than half a day has passed. No matter how you calculate it, Viserys should have been poisoned and died. It is impossible to stand in front of him.
However...seeing is believing, Viserys was really standing in front of them and walking towards them.
"Yeah, I probably shouldn't be alive."
"But maybe your God of Many Faces wishes I was still alive?"
Viserys spoke in a calm voice and walked over slowly.
tread.
tread.
Viserys' footsteps could be heard clearly in the silent cell.
step.
One more step.
"The Black Goat God of Qohor? The Night Lion of Yi Land? Or the Stranger of Westeros."
The God of Many Faces is the God of Death. Believers who believe in the God of Many Faces believe that all the gods in the world are just different faces of the same god, so almost all the gods in the world are enshrined in the Monastery of Black and White.
And 'Miguel' watched Viserys keep walking over, and couldn't help but take another step back.
Clang.
Then he pulled out a bright bayonet sword from his waist.
He held the sword in his right hand, and put his twisted left hand behind his back, assuming a water dancer's fighting posture, with the tip of the sword pointing straight at the silver-haired boy who was walking in front of him.
The faceless man's stabbing sword was less than a foot away from Viserys' chest.
At this time, Viserys finally stopped, his lavender eyes quietly examining the other person's cheeks.
For some reason, the Faceless Man suddenly felt a little unconfident in his right hand holding the sword, and there was even a slight cold sweat on his palm.
Normally, 'Miguel' would have enough confidence to pierce the opponent's heart directly from this distance.
but now...
Time froze slightly for a second.
Then the faceless men suddenly emerged without any warning, just like before when they disguised themselves as the Tattered Prince and suddenly assassinated him without any warning.
But last time Viserys had no defense, and this time the world's top assassin faced Viserys head-on.
The shining sword tore through the air and thrust out, intending to pierce Viserys's heart, but the silver-haired boy ducked slightly with incredible reaction speed.
'Miguel' once watched the battle between Viserys and the Mountain, and he knew that Viserys' reaction speed was very fast.
However, now that the roles have been reversed, and he has become the Mountain to face Viserys head-on, he only knows how stressful it is to face such an enemy.
In the faceless man's sense, almost as soon as his wrist moved slightly to prepare to stab with the sword, Viserys had already thought of where his sword was going to stab, and then evaded almost simultaneously with his sword movement.
open.
Magic Mountain felt the same way at the beginning, and the fight was extremely frustrating.
brush!
At such a close range, the faceless man's sword pierced the air.
The next second.
The long sword at Viserys's waist was also unsheathed, and the sound of metal colliding was heard, and the two of them exchanged blows.
Dang Dang Dang——
And the last sound was even louder.
clang!
The narrow stabbing sword in the faceless man's hand broke in the next collision with Dusk, and the tip of the sword was cut off and flew out.
At the same time, a flash of blood bloomed, half of the arm fell to the ground, and blood spurted out.
The faceless man let out a painful groan and then rolled backwards.