Chapter 537: White maggot assassinated
Chapter 537 The Assassination of White Maggot
At night, dark clouds shrouded the sky.
Tower.
"Careful, idiot."
At the back door where fruits and vegetables are transported, the fat man went into patrol mode and scolded the cook pushing the trolley.
The cook didn't dare to make any mistakes and pushed a cart of fresh vegetables on straw through the door.
There were guards around who recognized the two of them and let them go as usual.
…
The corridor is filled with candlelight and deep.
The fat man made an excuse, separated from the guards and went to the cook waiting at the door of the vegetable cellar.
"Woof woof..."
A dirty gray-haired puppy came out and whimpered twice.
"Shh, don't make a sound."
The cook kicked the puppy with his foot and looked around furtively.
"What are you doing with it?"
The fat man had a dark face and stared at the puppy coldly.
The cook shrank his neck and said matter-of-factly: "This is the watchdog for dealing with spoiled rice. He has the best nose."
Thanks to this dog, he found a job as a cook.
"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up and find someone."
The fat man didn't bother to answer and walked straight to a long corridor with few people.
The tower is very large and tall, and the nobles use winch ladders to go up and down the stairs.
There are many passages that no one uses.
The assistant cook stopped talking nonsense, found a torch for lighting, and led the puppy to follow.
Everything is in line with the Golden Dragon Coin.
…
Mill, country estate.
The dark night was not dotted with a single star.
call-
A skinny mud dragon descended slowly, its sharp claws trampling the green seedlings in the field.
Aemond jumped off the dragon's back and strode towards the only mill.
…
At this moment, a figure was busy in the mill.
Dry and worn-out walls, windows with holes in paper.
A candle's dim white wax had its bottom stuck to the legs of a dirty table with books on it.
Otto lowered his head, took out a roast potato and butter from the fireplace, and mashed and stirred it carefully.
"Food is ready."
With a low murmur, he took out a piece of hard black bread, dipped it in the sticky mashed potatoes and ate it.
After many years, Otto has become much older.
His temples are gray, his forehead is full of wrinkles, and his straight waist is bent downward.
Otto stood at the dining table, ignoring the cherished etiquette and hastily ended the dinner.
He is a sinner.
Sent by the king to the disputed land under Myr's jurisdiction, he devoted himself to reclaiming wasteland and running manors for many years.
In the days in the country, there is nothing better than the fine clothes and fine food that comes from the towering tower in the old town.
Everything you eat and drink depends on a pair of hard-working hands.
Day after day of work destroyed Otto's pride.
Those once deep and lively eyes were now cloudy and filled with numbness.
squeak—
The old wooden door opened, and a silver-haired, one-eyed figure entered.
Otto heard the noise and made the bed without raising his head. The pillow was covered with messy hair.
"Grandpa!"
Aemond looked on with cold eyes and took the initiative to speak.
Hearing this, Otto stiffened and said awkwardly: "After all these years, you are the only one who still remembers my old bones."
Emond walked around the dining table, looked down at the leftovers, and said calmly: "It seems that you are living a good life, and there is no hardship as you imagined."
"Just deal with living."
Otto turned his back to his grandson, straightened his messy collar, then turned and sat down: "How is Allison?"
I haven’t seen my daughter for a long time and I don’t know if she is doing well.
Aemond held the spoon, knocked on the porcelain plate, and replied: "Allison lives in the church of Harrenhal and prays to the Seven Gods for forgiveness every day."
Otto frowned after hearing this and sighed: "House arrest in disguise is not bad at all."
Aemond did not say anything, but stared at his grandfather with one eye, trying to peer into his decadent appearance.
Otto let him look at him and asked directly: "What do you want from me? I have to get up early to grind wheat for others tomorrow."
He is not an idle man, working from dawn to dusk all day long.
I'm an old man and I can't help but suffer.
Aemond sat down, stuck the one-eyed dagger on the desk, and said coldly: "I want a city-state, and I need an opportunity."
"Then you're in the wrong place, kid."
Otto was helpless and said: "My information is limited and I can't help you."
"Without you, it's just me."
Emond's eyes were dark and uncertain, and he said: "Knowing that you are not well-informed, I made a plan myself."
Otto was startled and suddenly said: "You are unsure and want to ask me for advice?"
"Tell me about it."
Aemond did not want to admit that he was worried, so he revealed his plan to kill the white maggot.
Otto's frown deepened as he listened, until he interrupted: "White Maggot is dead. Daemon will definitely fall out with the royal family and the Velaryon family. Be careful and it will be difficult to recover."
The white maggot temporarily stayed in Lys to raise its fetus, which was Damon's intention.
Just after Lanner returned to Reese, Bai Maggot was killed mysteriously.
Regardless of the truth, the blame will inevitably be placed on the royal family and Velaryon.
"It is not good?"
Aemond raised the corners of his lips and said plausibly: "Daemon is an old guy, and Velaryon is proud of him. If everyone is in chaos, my brother can trust me more."
"There is no airtight wall in the world."
Otto shook his head: "Rega is not a soft-hearted person, you'd better not provoke the bottom line."
"Are you afraid?" Emond asked.
Otto laughed dumbly: "I've already ended up in this situation, so what's there to be afraid of?"
I'm just worried about this grandson who still finds time to visit him, so don't go astray on impulse.
Emond sneered at each other: "If you lose a party battle, you won't even have the courage to make a comeback."
Fortunately, he came to Otto specifically, hoping to find a key staff member.
Otto continued to shake his head, not wanting to be provoked.
When Emond saw this, he stood up and left angrily.
When he arrived at the door, he did not forget to turn around and sarcastically say: "Your heart has also aged along with your wrinkled dick. They are all useless and superfluous objects."
boom-
With a flick of his hand, the wooden door slammed shut and shattered the wall.
Otto lowered his head, sat on the edge of the bed with his hands folded, and cursed in a low voice: "You son of a bitch."
I only know that if you act recklessly, you will never achieve great things in your life.
…Lys, the Tower.
"Huchihuchi..."
The fat man climbed the stairs with the cook, sweating profusely from exhaustion.
"finally reached."
The cook gasped and said with a smile: "This floor is where the nobles live. I heard the cook who delivered the meals said it."
"Lead the way, idiot."
The fat man tightened the scabbard on his waist and his eyes became more solemn.
Tap tap tap…
In the dark corridor, figures in silver armor and white robes patrolled back and forth.
"Woo~"
The puppy whined and bit the cook's trouser leg.
The two of them quickly retracted their bodies and hid in the corner to peek at the corridor.
Stephen of the Kingsguard held the hilt of his sword and patrolled meticulously.
Behind him is a bedroom where the prince lives.
The fat man took a closer look and withdrew: "That's not it. There is the king's son in the door."
"Try another route."
The cook hugged the puppy tightly and climbed up a floor.
Inside the tower, the queen lives on the top floor, the female guests live on the middle and upper floors, and the princes all live on the middle floor.
The two climbed to the top and could easily smell the unique fragrance of women.
call out!
The figure of the fat man disappeared at the corner of the stairs, and a strange shadow flashed behind him.
"Um?"
The fat man turned around quickly and found nothing.
"What's wrong?" the chef asked nervously.
"No, I saw it wrong."
The fat man was suspicious and continued to climb the stairs holding a torch.
"Woo~~"
The two of them didn't notice that the puppy was curled up in the cook's arms, its furry body shivering.
…
squeak—
In the corridor, the wooden door opened.
A sleepy-eyed Meka went out with a small blanket in her arms, her watery blue eyes full of doubts.
"Prince, did you have a nightmare?"
Stephen immediately stepped forward and asked thoughtfully.
"No, ser."
Meka shook his head, handed the small blanket to Stephen, and said, "It's cold at night, Jazz has worked hard."
Stephen took the blanket that still smelled of Milk Baby and said touchedly: "Prince, please rest early, don't worry about me."
"Good night."
Meka tilted her head and waved her chubby hands, but her eyes were focused on the corner of the deep stairs.
After repeatedly making sure that there was nothing, he went back to the room in a daze.
…
The fat man and the cook climbed upstairs. There were no Kingsguard on this floor.
Looking around, there were several wooden doors closed on both sides of the corridor.
"That door?"
The fat man was filled with murderous intent and asked in a deep voice.
"Don't worry, let me take a look."
The chef stroked the puppy's head and took out a silk scarf from his arms: "Smell it, where is it."
"Woo~~"
The puppy whimpered softly, not daring to raise its head at all.
boom-
The kitchen assistant kicked him and scolded him: "I'm just feeding you useless things."
The puppy whimpered pitifully and rolled and crawled away.
The fat man pointed to the nearest wooden door with a cold face: "That's it."
"Are you sure?" The chef was stunned.
"It's the same anyway, just be quick with your movements."
The fat man grabbed his accomplice by the collar, squatted down and started picking the lock.
squeak—
The door opened.
…
In the bedroom.
Helena was sleeping soundly when a feeling of discomfort suddenly arose in her heart.
His thin eyebrows were slightly furrowed, as if he had had a nightmare.
"call!"
Finally, Helena woke up suddenly, panting and sweating.
The candlelight flickered, and there was silence in the bedroom.
"Rat, maggot..."
Helena's heart was beating fast. She grabbed the two small clothes beside the bed as quickly as possible, hugged them in her arms and got out of bed in a hurry.
She had a very bad feeling.
…
at the same time,
One room apart,
Mesalia was half asleep and half awake, tossing and turning in a restless sleep.
Suddenly, there was the sound of the door lock prying next door.
Mesalia opened her eyes with a snap, and her sleepiness immediately faded away.
Coming from a humble background, vigilance is the first protective umbrella.
He hurriedly tied on his silk scarf, walked barefoot to the door, lay down at the crack of the door and looked out.
Two figures, one fat and one thin, pried open the door next door and sneaked in.
"damn it."
Mesalia opened her eyes wide, realizing that the other party was probably coming for her.
The brain thinks and thinks of ways to deal with it.
He opened the door and slipped out quietly, taking advantage of the darkness to walk downstairs without anyone noticing.
There are Kingsguards downstairs, and you can get out of trouble just by shouting.
Strangely, when passing by a wooden door, the door was half-covered.
Messaria's eyes flashed and she recognized that this was the bedroom of the little princess Helena.
"Where have people gone?"
Messalia was confused and guessed that the other party escaped downstairs before her.
When I think of the two assassins behind me, time waits for no one.
Mesalia didn't have time to think too much and ran downstairs in bare feet.
(End of chapter)
