After Benero finished speaking, he was in another corner of Volantis city.
This place is located to the west of the Lorne River and is a place where mercenaries, foreigners, slaves and civilians live. The roads here are dilapidated, the houses are dilapidated, and there are all kinds of people on the streets.
And it is in this area that is completely opposite to the urban area, as if it is not in the same city, there is an ordinary and dilapidated two-story street-facing building.
This small building is completely dark, and there are some mottled marks on the walls, exposing the things inside the walls. The door is closed all year round, and the surrounding neighbors have never even seen the owner of this place come out.
Even the windows were covered with paper and no light could be seen.
It is rumored that the owner here is an exiled nobleman from across the Narrow Sea, but he never came back after going to sea many years ago, and may have died.
However, some people believed what these people said. They were probably some drunkards who couldn't find a place to sleep. They were also a little short of money and speculated that there might be gold and silver hidden in the mansions of wandering nobles.
But since they walked into this dark and gloomy small building, they never came out. People gradually discovered this and spread rumors that this place had become a 'haunted house', so they stayed away and were unwilling to get close.
However, these people who died were all insignificant social remnants, so they did not attract much attention from the authorities. Except for the people living nearby, over time it became a forbidden area that no one could enter.
However, now, in this black hut that is considered a restricted area, a figure is slowly shaking.
"He is back..."
"He came to see me..."
The trembling figure seemed to be talking to himself, or to another invisible person hidden in his heart. The voice was hoarse, like the sound of a blade being rubbed, making people shudder.
"No, he didn't come to me, it was someone else."
"Asha Greyjoy, a Greyjoy woman, she is his subordinate."
The voice talking to himself recognized the Greyjoy family. His vague mind still contained these names, but he had no impression of Asha as a person.
This is not because of his poor memory, but because Asha was only a few years old when he left Westeros, and the heir to the Greyjoy family was not this girl, as well as Rodrik and Maren.
, he only heard this name later during the Iron Fleet's visit.
Then the figure in the room was silent for a long time. It seemed that he finally calmed down, his mind became much clearer, and he returned to normal thinking. Then he spoke to himself again, this time his voice was surprisingly calm.
"She's not dead."
Ever since he escaped, he has been hiding in Volantis fearfully, fearing that death would come knocking on his door again. He was afraid of that person, or more accurately, he was afraid of the familiar aura on his body.
That smell was so familiar to him that it became the source of countless nightmares.
Crazy monsters, humanoid creatures with fish fins on their backs, the shrill screams of his companions, the torn corpses, and the wanton blood, all these scenes made it difficult for him to sleep.
Although he is hiding in Volantis now, he rarely goes out. Every time he goes out, it is in the middle of the night, and he has to wrap up his whole body tightly, for fear of being seen by others. More importantly,
It's the fear of seeing myself.
Therefore, the doors and windows in this small house were tightly closed, or even completely blocked. There was no light at all, and there were no mirrors in the room.
"She's not dead..."
"I'm obviously so well prepared."
At this moment, his voice was low and hoarse, and his palms touched the clear-touch scales on his cheeks. The five fingers that once moved freely had been connected together to form webs at some point.
And there is a fin on his back that is the same as the monster he saw back then. He can breathe freely underwater and swim hundreds of miles in a day.
Now he just stood there for a while, and there was already a puddle of water under his feet. So many years have passed, and he has unknowingly turned into the monster he saw back then, but his heart is still
This result is unacceptable.
At this moment, a flash of thunder suddenly flashed outside the window, followed by rolling thunder. The lightning illuminated his hideous face that was no longer human at all, and a heavy rain quietly poured down.
The last time he heard about the imperial fleet's visit, a long-lost fear arose in his heart, and that familiar feeling seemed to hit him again.
He was afraid that Viserys would find him, and even lived in panic.
Therefore, he decided to strike first. He took out some money, disguised himself as a mysterious man, hired a mercenary group, and decided to assassinate Asha Greyjoy and stop the Iron Throne's fleet in Tyrosh.
Continue heading east.
However, this time the assassination operation failed. Asha Greyjoy was saved and escaped death. He stood not far away and saw this scene with his own eyes. He felt that this was God's will, so he was frightened again.
He fled hastily back to Volantis.
As for what happened next, he had no idea at all.
The prisoners were all strangled and poisoned in Tyrosh's prison, and the bribed jailer claimed that a Volantis with a face tattoo of fire put the poison into his hands. These had nothing to do with him at all.
It was simply another person who took advantage of the opportunity and framed it on his head, trying to muddy the waters of the trading city-state.
But he doesn't care if someone frames him, because now he doesn't even count as a human being, so why would he care about these things.
But Asha's arrival still reminded him of his bad memories, and bit by bit they gradually emerged...
He had killed the poor maester, and then disguised himself as him and infiltrated Viserys.
As an internal agent of the Iron Throne, he provided a large amount of information about the Targaryen family, but was accidentally exposed a few years later.
Viserys thought of giving him a cup of poisoned wine to send him on his way. At that time, he was so heartbroken that he took the cup and drank it in one gulp. Then he bled to death.
However, he did not expect that when he opened his eyes again, he would not go to heaven or to the seventh level, but in a dark tomb.
There seems to be something hidden in his body, either a curse or a virus, which doesn't seem to allow him to die like this, and the presence of the poisonous wine just inspired the other person and brought him back to life.
He then dug his own grave and escaped. He disguised himself at the scene so that it looked like someone else had dug it up rather than digging it from the inside.
Then he ran away.
Please remember the first domain name of this book: ._