Chapter 222: Every mortal has 1 death

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The fight between the two people is almost completed between the electric light and flint.

And Illyrio, who was sitting in the chair on the other side, didn't even react, and he didn't even see the movements of the two people clearly, and then it ended with a lose-lose ending.

The Prince of Tattered Stabbed Viselis with a short knife, and Viselis twisted the opponent's wrist, and then also pierced the knife into the opponent's abdomen.

Subsequently, the Prince Tattered... committed suicide by jumping off the tower.

"this..."

After the reaction, Illyrio was startled slightly, and then turned into a panic and hurriedly stood up on crutches.

He saw Veserys covering the injured abdomen with one hand and blood continuously flowing out, and some of his body was sitting softly on the ground, breathing heavily.

Then shouted loudly to the outside.

"Come on!"

"There are assassins!"

The guards in the high tower rushed to hear the news, the sound of footsteps was chaotic and there were shouts everywhere, and the entire palace of nine-top towers quickly fell into violent shaking.

And the gray-haired old man in a ragged coat was riding on the tall horse with a lot of fatigue and just dismounted and walked into the palace, before being directly taken by a group of Targaryen soldiers.

The Prince of Tattered Clothes was unprepared and even too late to resist. He had no idea what had happened, and shouted injustice.

Then the doctor hurried over with the medicine box.

And Viselis was still sitting on the cold ground, breathing heavily, and then fumbled and picked up the short knife that had just been thrown on the ground from the ground.

He saw that besides the crimson blood on the clear blade, there was also a faint blue light.

"poisonous."

Veserys's chest rises and falls slightly, and he almost feels his limbs are getting numb.

Then he felt a touch of warmth in his nostrils, and a drop of blood slowly flowed out.

"Huh~"

Viserys breathed heavily, and his eyes stared at the slightly reflected light, where blood and venom were intertwined.

"His Majesty."

"How are you feeling now, where is there any discomfort?"

An old doctor with gray hair untied his clothes and was bandaging his wounds, and asked at the same time.

However, Viselis did not respond to him, just staring at the reflection of the short knife.

"His Majesty?"

The old doctor's voice sounded hurriedly.

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

boom--

A cloud of monstrous black fog that had been accumulated for a long time made the terrible scream of ghosts and wolves.

Then madness poured into Viselis's body.

...

"The night is long, the steps are cut into the ice wall."

"Wandering endlessly at the end of the world~"

The voice of a singer rang from a pub with a melodious voice.

Because of the **** night, there were not many guests in the tavern today, most of them were discussing what happened last night.

The governors of Pantos invited King Targaryen to come here to celebrate the New Year. However, in order to covet the dragon, they tried to attack Viserys at the banquet, but they failed. Instead, they shot themselves in the foot.

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

This morning, we can see the vast wealth that was raided from the residences of the governors. Trucks and trucks were loaded into a wagon and sent to the port, not knowing where the ship was going.

Now that the well-informed people know that the king of Targaryen will not wear the crown and serve as the prince of Pantos.

Instead, he gave the jewel of the Gulf to a mercenary leader, who was also the leader of the Wind Group who killed and set fire everywhere last night, which caused some panic among the people of Pantos.

The singer in the pub nowadays is playing and singing a song from Westeros, which may be strange to the Pantos.

This is a legend about the chef of the Long Night Castle. It tells that the chef of the Long Night Castle killed the king's son for revenge, and chopped him up to make a pie to the king to taste. Finally, he was punished by the gods. It has become a huge white rat, wandering in the Long Night Castle forever, devouring its own children and grandchildren.

This is a story of trampling on the rights of guests and being punished by the gods, although it is very strange to the Pantos people.

But it seemed that it was ‘keep up to date with current affairs’, so it spread quickly in the city of Pantos with some help.

clang--

A golden dragon jumped at his fingertips, and Ramsay's cheek was hidden under the cloak looking at the singer, and then he showed a cold smile.

But the corner of the singer's eyes saw Ramsay's smile, and his heart was a little happy.

Then Ramsay put down the wine glass in his hand and got up and left the table. He pressed the golden dragon on the table and told the waitress in the tavern that this was a reward for the singer, and then walked toward the door of the tavern.

And at this moment.

The door of the tavern was pushed open, and a man with blond hair and a scar on his nose and face walked in.

Ramsay passed this man.

But the front desk of the pub was a bit cramped, and the blond man seemed to be a little uncomfortable. He didn't dodge and the two of them bumped lightly.

Rams smelled some familiar smells, and at the same time keenly noticed that the blond man's left hand seemed to be stiff, but he didn't think much and just 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 Ramsay opened the wooden door and left the tavern, while the blond man looked at the back of Ramsay's departure, and then retracted his gaze.

He lowered his head and glanced at his spread right hand, a trace of blood was very clear.

"One has the right to revenge~"

"But killing the guests under my own roof, trampling on the rights of the guests~"

"The gods will never forgive!"

On the other side, the ballad about the Rat Chef is playing and singing.

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

But he is not rewarding the singer, but for another purpose.

";."

The blond man suddenly spit out such a sentence in a high-level Valyrian language. If translated into lingua franca, it would be ‘everyone is mortal’.

The barmaid took the gold coin and rubbed her finger slightly, her eyes were narrowed, and then she raised her head and looked at the opponent seriously.

Similarly, opening his lips lightly responded in a high-level Valyrian language.

";Dohaeris."

‘All mortals need to serve’

"What is your name now?"

The barmaid in the apron asked quietly ~www.NovelMTL.com~ someone's name is Miguel. "

The blond man shook his head.

"A mercenary from Tyrossi."

"Oh."

The barmaid raised her eyebrows slightly.

"You got it?"

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

"Um..."