Chapter 223 Mortals Are All Mortal

It all happened too suddenly.

The fight between the two was almost completed between lightning and flint.

And Illyrio, who was sitting on the other side of the chair, didn't even react, let alone the movements of the two people, and then it was a lose-lose ending.

The Ragged Prince stabbed Viserys in the abdomen with a short knife, and Viserys twisted the opponent's wrist and stabbed the knife into the opponent's abdomen as well.

Then, the prince in ragged clothes jumped off the tower and committed suicide.

"This"

Illyrio, who had reacted, was slightly startled at first, and then he was shocked and quickly stood up with a cane.

He saw Viserys covering the injured abdomen with one hand and blood flowing continuously, and his body was a little weak and sat on the ground, panting slightly.

Then he shouted to the outside.

"Come on people!"

"There are assassins!"

The guards in the tower hurried over after hearing the news, the footsteps were chaotic and there were shouts everywhere, and the entire nine-topped group tower palace soon fell into a violent vibration.

And the gray-haired old man in ragged clothes rode his tall horse full of fatigue and just dismounted and walked into the palace, when he was directly captured by a group of Targaryen soldiers.

The ragged prince was unprepared and did not even have time to resist. He had no idea what was going on, and shouted injustice.

Then the doctor came in a hurry with a medicine box.

And Viserys was still sitting on the icy ground, panting slightly, then gropingly picked up the short knife that had just been thrown on the ground.

He saw that in addition to the crimson blood, there was a faint blue light on the clear blade.

"poisonous."

Viserys' chest rose and fell slightly, and he could almost feel his limbs gradually numb.

Then there was a touch of warmth in the nostrils, and a drop of blood slowly flowed out.

"Whoo~"

"Whoo~"

Viserys breathed heavily, his eyes fixed on the slightly reflective light, blood and venom intertwined.

"His Majesty."

"How are you feeling now? Is there any discomfort?"

An old grey-haired doctor untied his shirt and was bandaging his wound, and asked at the same time.

However, Viserys didn't respond to him, just staring at the dagger's reflection.

"His Majesty?"

"His Majesty?"

The old doctor's voice sounded hurriedly.

But the next second, they can't see the place.

boom--

A monstrous black fog that had been accumulating for an inexplicable amount of time made a terrifying screeching sound.

Then frantically poured into Viserys' body.

"The long night is long, and the ice wall is chiseled."

"Wandering around at the end of the world~"

The voice of a singer playing and singing sounded from a tavern in a melodious voice.

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 to come here to celebrate the New Year, but in order to covet the dragon at the banquet, they tried to attack Viserys at the banquet, but they were unsuccessful, but shot themselves in the foot.

The dragon descended from the sky and burned the palace and all the governors.

This morning, you can also see the huge amount of wealth scavenged from the various governors' mansions. The carts were transported to the carriage and sent to the port. I don't know where the ship is going.

Well-informed people now know that the king of Targaryen will not wear the crown and be the prince of Pentos.

Instead, he handed this pearl of the bay to a mercenary leader, who was also the leader of the wind blowing regiment who murdered and set fire everywhere last night, which caused some panic among the people of Pantos.

Now the singer in the tavern is playing and singing a song from Westeros, which may be unfamiliar to the Pentos.

This is a legend about the Rat Chef of Long Night Castle. It tells that a chef of Long Night Castle killed the king's son in revenge, and chopped him into pieces and made a pie for the king to taste, and was finally punished by the gods. It turned into a huge white rat, wandering forever in Long Night Castle, devouring its own descendants.

This is a story of the punishment of the gods for trampling on the rights of guests, although it is strange to the Pentos.

But it seems to be 'keeping up with current events', so it quickly spread in Pantos City with some help.

clang--

A golden dragon twitched at his fingertips, and Ramsay looked at the singer with his cheek hidden under the cloak, and then showed a cold smile.

In the corner of the singer's eyes, he saw Rams' smile, and his heart suddenly became slightly happy.

Then Rams put down the wine glass in his hand, got 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 to the tavern was pushed open, and a man with blond hair and a scar on his hooked nose walked in.

Ramsay brushed past the man.

But the front desk of the tavern is a bit cramped, and the blond man seems to be a little unwell.

Ramsay smelled some familiar smells, and at the same time keenly noticed that the blond man's left hand seemed to be a little stiff, but he didn't think about anything but 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 Rams pushed open the wooden door and left the tavern, and the blond man looked at the back of Rams leaving, and then withdrew his gaze.

Looking down at his open right hand, a trace of blood was very clear.

"One has the right to take revenge~"

"But killing the guests under the eaves of the house and trampling on the rights of the guests~"

"The gods will never forgive!"

On the other side the ballad about the Rat Chef is being played and sung.

The blond man listened for a few words, then turned his head to look at the waitress at the front desk of the tavern, and also took out a gold coin from his arms and handed it to the other party.

However, he did not reward the singer, but had another purpose.

"Valar Morghulis."

The blond man suddenly spit out such a sentence in a high Valyrian language. If translated into common language, it is "mortals are mortal".

The tavern maid took the gold coin and rubbed her fingers slightly, her eyes narrowed, and then she raised her head and looked at the other party seriously.

He also responded in High Valyrian with his lips parted.

"Valar Dohaeris."

'Everyone needs to serve'

"What's your name now?"

The tavern maid in an apron asked in a calm voice.

"Mortal's name is Miguel."

The blond man shook his head.

"A mercenary from Tyrosh."

"Oh."

The tavern maid frowned slightly.

"You got it?"

But this time the blond man was silent for a long time, then nodded slightly.

"Um"

"That's it."