Chapter 475: Burn the towering tower

Chapter 475: Burning down the towering tower

Halfway, Mond observed the night scene of the old town and muttered: "Otto must stay away. The family cannot be dragged down by him and Allison."

The crown prince's butcher knife is raised above Hightower's head, and potential dangers must be hidden.

As I was thinking about it, a towering tower came into view.

Mond stepped onto the stone arch bridge and returned to his clan.

…

Weeping Pier.

The small boat that sailed out not long ago returned to the original route and anchored in its original position.

On the pier, under the empty night, a dozen men in black robes stood in a row.

Otto put on his hood again, stepped onto the wet dock, and said in a deep voice: "Follow me."

The man in black robe remained silent and followed him like a puppet.

The moon is bright and stars are scarce, and a gust of evening wind is blowing.

The hood of the black robe was blown away, revealing a few numb, sallow faces.

Some are blind in one eye, and some have scars all over their faces...

They are criminals in the dungeons of King's Landing, and they are also one of the intelligence legacies left by White Maggot Xiaomei.

Now, Otto controls this group of puppets.

…

The night became darker and darker, and dark clouds covered the bright moonlight.

Towering tower, in a secret passage.

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The man in black robes walked out quietly, and the outside happened to be a cellar where grain was stored.

“Move quickly and don’t cause unnecessary trouble.”

Otto's eyes were cold as he found the kerosene barrel that had been prepared in advance.

The man in black robe picked up the oil drum and immediately started action.

To avoid the night guard, fire oil was poured in the cellar, kitchen, stables and other places.

A man in black robes was about to pour fire oil on the gate. His companion stepped forward and punched him, grabbed the oil barrel and shouted: "Get away, don't be so smart."

Otto watched in the dark, nodding slightly.

He wants to set fire to the towering tower, but it will not block the escape route.

Isn’t the Crown Prince going to take action?

Then he would take action in advance and burn down the towering tower with a fire to avoid unwarranted accountability.

No one would have thought that he was the one who set the fire. It was just the act of the unscrupulous crown prince.

Otto took one last look at the familiar towering tower, turned around and entered the secret passage, and ordered: "Light the fire."

The man in black robe took out a torch and lit the place drenched in fire oil.

Suddenly, fires burned throughout the towering tower.

　　When the fire broke out between the guards and the attendants, Otto had already taken the people and left quietly.

“Come quickly and put out the fire!”

“There’s a fire in the kitchen, get water quickly…”

"on fire…"

Attendants were running around, and the whole tower was in chaos.

At this moment, another group of masked men sneaked out from the towering tower and quickly fled the scene in a small boat on the island in the middle of the lake.

Boom—

A fire suddenly broke out at the gate of the towering tower, blocking the guards from busy fetching water to put out the fire.

“Damn it, the fire is blocking the door!”

The fire is raging, and ordinary people cannot approach it.

Suddenly, someone exclaimed: "It smells of fire oil, go and save the lord!"

In an instant, the guards shouted, put on blankets wetted by the river water, and rushed inside.

At this time, the lord's bedroom.

Mont was wearing silk pajamas and lying on a soft bed, soundly asleep.

Zilala…

There was a fire in the corridor outside the door, and the acrid thick smoke penetrated into the bedroom through the tiny crack in the door.

Mont’s head was feeling dizzy, and he was turning over and over smelling the smell of smoke.

At some point, the sound of fire fighting rang through the tower, waking him up from his dream.

As soon as Mond opened his eyes, the dim room was filled with thick black smoke, and the temperature was as high as an oven.

“Damn it, what’s going on!”

Mond lost all sleep in an instant, cursed and got up to run away.

boom-

He kicked the door with one foot, but it made no sound and did not move at all.

Mond was so frightened that he banged on the door: "You bastard, who sealed the door!"

The fire spread throughout the corridor, burning along the walls to the ceiling. The decorative pine beams became the best combustion accelerant, and the pine oil crackled as it burned.

Every breath Mond took was filled with choking smoke, and the shouts and crackling sounds in his ears were like the whispers of strangers.

The smoke became thicker and thicker, and the fire reached the door.

“Cough cough cough…”

Mond's force on the door panel became weaker and weaker, his breathing was very difficult, and his violent coughing nearly coughed his lungs out of his body.

“Here comes someone…”

"help me…"

Mond's eyes showed deep despair, his voice was as hoarse as a broken blower, and his limbs gradually became weak and weak.

With a pop, the whole person fell to the ground.

A pair of eyes fixed on the door. It was obviously just a wooden door, but it became a natural barrier between life and death.

　　Boom—

The fire spread to the bedroom roof, and the beams could no longer hold up, burned out and collapsed.

Mond's breathing almost stopped, his eyes nearly bulged out of his sockets, as he watched the beam fall on his head.

At the last moment of his life, Mond was like a flashback, screaming in panic.

"No!"

…

Weeping Pier.

Otto, who boarded the ship again, suddenly looked back, as if he heard something, staring at the towering tower with thick smoke.

The towering tower is eight hundred feet high and stands out in the flat old town.

It was dark at night, and the firelight was particularly clear.

Fires rose from the bottom of the towering tower, and occasionally thick smoke billowed out from several floors and flames shot out through the windows.

Otto's eyes flickered, and he was confused for a moment: "Why did the fire get so big?"

Stir the sea water with your palms and judge the size of the night wind based on your body sense.

The breeze is gentle, not the strong wind that helps the fire.

Otto frowned and secretly speculated: "No matter what, we can't stay in Old Town for long."

He has chosen his brother and his family to make sacrifices in order to preserve his daughter and the future of his family.

　That would not be a woman's kindness.

He turned around and stepped onto the deck of the small ship, urging the sailors to speed up.

Hurrah, clack, clack…

The sailor rowed hard, and the waves became violent without realizing it.

Otto joined the rowing team, and the ship soon disappeared into the night.

Half an hour later.

The ship leaves the harbor and enters the outlet of Whispering Bay.

Otto was distracted and looked into the distance with his eyes out of focus.

At some point, a hazy outline of a ship appeared on the sea. The sailors panicked, craning their necks to see what was happening to the ship.

Otto was attracted by the sound and squinted along his line of sight.

The two ships got closer and closer, and the hazy feeling gradually disappeared.

A small warship renowned for its dexterity.

Otto's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and his eyelids twitched uneasily.

Gradually, the two ships met.

Otto looked up and saw the figures on the deck of the warship and the long sail hung by the warship.

On the lilac canvas, a sword intersects with a shooting star.

“Family Dane.”

Otto was confused and couldn't believe his eyes.

At the same time, the figures on the battlefield were also looking down at him, with a sarcastic smile on their lips.

With a wave of his hand, the soldier drew his bow and arrow, aiming at the sailors and the man in black robes on the boat.

“Fire the arrow!”

…

The Cathedral of Stars.

Rhaenyra was not asleep yet. Wearing a long beige nightgown, she stood at the window of the inner hall and looked out.

“Wow~”

Little Eamonn was wearing baby clothes, lying in his mother's arms, humming like a blind cricket pupa.

Rhaenyra held his **** with one hand and his back with the other, leaning her upper body slightly backward.

Make sure the child does not fall or injure the spine.

Crunch—

The door of the room was pushed open from the outside, and Rhaegar walked in lightly.

Looking up, he saw Rhaenyra coaxing the baby under the moonlight.

Rhaegar hesitated for a moment and asked in a low voice: "Is Baelon asleep?"

Rhaenyra turned sideways and said helplessly: "I have gone to bed a long time ago, and this little **** is the only one who refuses to calm down."

“Berlon is worthy of being the eldest son, and he knows how to save his father and mother’s worries.”

Rhaegar smiled and stepped forward, taking over little Aemon who was clapping his hands randomly.

The little guy's purple eyes were shining and he was chirping extremely excitedly, as if he wanted to refute his father.

The little ones are so cute.

Rhaenyra snorted softly, rocked the cradle beside her, looked at the sleeping baby with gentle eyes, and replied: "Older children are usually more worry-free and take care of their younger brothers."

As he spoke, his eyes moved to Rega's handsome and demonic face, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

What a handsome young man, she took care of the older one single-handedly.

Rhaegar couldn't hold back his laughter and nodded in praise: "Yes, who doesn't want to have a gentle and considerate sister."

“Wow~”

Little Aemon felt neglected and screamed unhappily. He opened his little hand and hit Rhaegar's hard chest.

The little guy was so soft that it bounced back a little when hit, and even the saliva came out.

A pair of unscrupulous parents laughed and teased their poor baby.

“Rhaegar!”

The atmosphere was warm when Rhaenyra suddenly spoke.

Rhaegar said "hmm" and looked at him with concern.

Rhaenyra leaned against the window, looking at the towering fire in the distance, and asked bluntly: "Did you set the fire?"

“Tsk, I can’t hide anything from you.”

Rhaegar clicked his tongue, took a bite of Aemon's cheek, and said truthfully: "Otto set the fire, and I helped to fan it."

"real?"

Rhaenyra narrowed her eyes slightly.

“If it’s true, it will be replaced.” Rhaegar said with the most honest expression on his face.

Rhaenyra rolled her eyes and said earnestly: "The Hightowers are comparable to the guardian families in all realms, and they are the mother family of Allison. You must not mess around."

Westeros has a noble protection law.

No matter what kind of crime it is, as long as it is not a rebellion of the whole family, the king cannot destroy a surname at will.

Since Rhaegar became the crown prince, he has successively axed two noble surnames with long heritage.

Bracon in the Riverlands, Urr in Dorne.

Although both of them committed serious crimes, it was justifiable to exterminate the entire clan.

But this kind of move will undoubtedly provoke the nerves of the Westeros nobles and add to their reputation for cruelty.

There have always been countless nobles who have rebelled, and the surnames of the great nobles have never been extinct because of this.

Rhaegar's actions of exterminating his family and surname many times will make everyone feel afraid.

Rhaenyra thought for a while and suggested: "The towering tower was hit by a fire. The Hightower family has suffered enough losses. Let's set off back to King's Landing tomorrow."

The Dornish Rebellion is not over yet, and Hightower still needs to shine on the battlefield.

Depriving Allison of his rights as queen and controlling Otto, who is on the royal council, the Hightower family has nothing to fear.

In Rhaenyra's eyes, raising her children with Rhaegar and staying by her father's side were the most important things.

Rhaegar raised his eyelids slightly, considered the direction of the matter, and made a judgment: "Okay, we will see the outcome tomorrow."

The Hightower family tree has deep roots and will not disappear easily.

He made some preparations, and it was enough.

…

The next day, early morning.

The island in the middle of the lake where the towering tower is located turned into a piece of scorched earth, and the white tower was blackened by a night of fire.

Rhaegar and Rhaenyra came riding dragons.

Catch up with the guards to clean the tower gate, and carry out the charred corpses on stretchers.

“Hiss…”

A sharp neighing sound attracted the attention of everyone present.

Sunfire and the Sheep Thief arrived belatedly, and two Targaryen boys hurried over.

Aegon looked completely confused and looked around blankly at the tall stone tower not far from the ruined walls.

Didn’t he just take Emond to visit a brothel all night, and my mother’s natal house burned down?

Aemond was even more confused than him. With one eye wide open, he climbed off the dragon's back and ran towards the tower.

“Aemond, don’t be impulsive!”

Rhaegar was in front of the tower, holding out his hand to stop them.

At this time, two armored knights looked sad and slowly walked out carrying a stretcher.

The stretcher was covered with a white cloth, and a charred arm was hanging down.