The bravery of the two guards gave Viserys a slight morale boost.
The silver-haired boy was still sitting on the main seat without moving, slightly tightening his grip on the crossbow.
Bang——
And at this time.
There was a loud bang from the door of Tuzui Hall, and at the same time there was the sound of metal armor, as if someone was hitting the door.
Viserys's heart tightened slightly, and cold sweat broke out on his palms. However, his eyes still did not waver at all, staring in the direction of the door.
The silver-haired boy could clearly hear the slightly heavier breathing of the two young soldiers beside him. It could be seen that they were also very nervous. They were not afraid of death, but they still did not flinch.
The sound of fighting outside the brown wooden door is still there.
puff--
The sound of the sword slicing the throat was accompanied by a shrill scream.
Wow——
Tables and chairs were pushed over, torches were thrown to the ground, and the flames burst into flames.
The battle outside was extremely fierce, and the three people hiding in the Tuzui Hall were like prisoners waiting for their fate to be judged. They didn't know what the result would be when the door was opened.
It's life or death.
The atmosphere in the picture table hall was so tense that it was slightly frozen, even breathing became a little cautious, and cold sweat continued to fall from the forehead.
Every minute and second spent waiting inside for trial seemed like an ordeal.
But I don't know how long it has been.
Bang——
The brown wooden door was hit again and made a loud noise. Viserys woke up slightly. It turned out that he was in a trance just now for some reason.
Ever since he came to Dragonstone Island, he had often had this problem. He was in an inexplicable daze, and seemed to have seen some illusions, just like when he was staring at the map.
And this situation seems to be becoming more and more obvious.
However, after being awakened this time, Viserys found that the shouting outside had stopped, and everything suddenly became quiet. Except for the repeated collisions, it was as if nothing else had happened.
"Is the battle over?"
Viserys sat up slightly, staring in the direction of the door with all his concentration, and tightened his grip on the crossbow in his hand.
The pushed-down cabinet blocking the door of the Tutai Hall has also been knocked open a little.
The door is about to be breached.
The next second.
boom--
Several heavily armed knights held blood-stained swords in their hands and brutally knocked open the door of the Tutable Hall with their heavy shoulders.
Sawdust flying.
The thick brown wooden door was torn and riddled with holes. The outside of the door was like paint being smeared with blood everywhere. Just looking at it made people's brains congested and their faces pale. The smell in the air was even more disgusting.
People want to vomit directly.
The crossbow in Viserys' hand was also activated at this time.
Bang——
The crisp sound of bowstrings broke the silence for a second after the door was knocked open.
The crossbow's bow string burst out with power, and the crossbow arrows that had been stuck on it flew out.
Then, the horrified eyes of the knight who rushed into the Picture Table Hall at the front were firmly fixed on the black stone wall above the door.
Bang!
The gravel flew and dust fell on the armor of the two knights below, making a rustling sound.
In addition to being frightened, the two knights were also made somewhat disgraced.
"His Majesty!"
And at this time.
Behind the two knights who rushed in first, an old man wearing bright armor and a red cape embroidered with three Targaryen fire dragons strode in, holding a blood gourd in one hand.
Tread...
The old man's footsteps were heavy, and his expression remained unchanged even as he faced Viserys's crossbow.
"calm down."
The person who came was none other than Sir Geoffrey, the commander of the Dragonstone Fleet, and the thing he was holding in his hand looked like a bloody gourd. Only after looking closely did he realize that the other person was actually a person.
The blood dragged on the ground along the way was squandered as if for free, and he walked directly from the gate to the center of the map table hall, and then put it down in front of the giant map table.
thump--
The bloody prisoner fell to the ground but said nothing, like a puddle of rotten flesh. If his chest hadn't been heaving and he was constantly breathing, he might have been thought to have died.
"Sorry, Sir."
Viserys sat awkwardly on the main seat, then stood up from his seat with his hands on the armrests, and apologized to the old knight and the two knights who broke open the door and rushed in first.
He was a little too nervous just now.
So much so that when they first rushed in, they pulled the bow string directly in response to the stress.
However, Viserys responded quickly to compensate. He slightly raised his aiming direction the moment before the crossbow was launched, and the crossbow was directly nailed to the wall above the door.
Fortunately, no big mistake was made.
Then Viserys looked at the 'bloody man' who was carried in by Sir Geoffrey.
Although the other person's flesh and blood were so bloody that it was almost impossible to identify him, Viserys still recognized who this person was at a glance.
He is the acting city lord and steward of the castle appointed by Rhaegar before he left Dragonstone. He is the illegitimate son from Dorne, Ser David Sand, and he is also the chief culprit of this rebellion.
He had already been bribed by King's Landing to deal with Xu Yigaoli, using the earl and a castle as a temptation to induce Sir Shade to betray the Targaryen family and kill the orphans and widows who fled to Dragonstone.
However, Sir Shad was previously afraid that even if he succeeded in killing Queen Leila and her son, he would not be able to escape the pursuit of the Dragonstone fleet, so he hesitated to take action and missed good opportunities again and again.
Until the storm was approaching, Viserys left Dragonstone with the fleet, missing the best opportunity.
Now the last desperate struggle was suppressed by Viserys, who had been prepared in advance.
All the guards, servants, and 'rats' from King's Landing that he bribed on Dragonstone died in this rebellion. It was truly a total loss.
"Do you want to interrogate him yourself?"
"His Majesty."
The two knights who rushed in first touched their chests slightly, not daring to accept Viserys' apology.
The old knight simply ignored these, stood in front of the map table, looked at the little figure standing next to the main seat, and said bluntly.
"Interrogate him personally?"
Viserys hesitated slightly when he heard the old knight's words. The curly hair wrapped around the boy's ears, looking very cute, and then shook his head.
"No."
"Lord Jeffrey."
Viserys stood next to the main seat, then turned slightly sideways to sit back on the seat. He was not very interested in continuing to watch a person with bloody flesh.
However, Viserys seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly stopped, turned his head to look at Sir Geoffrey, who was standing in front of the map table, and then spoke.
"I want to know what he has done. I'll leave it to you to handle."
Then Viserys added another sentence.
"It's just that it's best to leave him alive and let me finish it myself."