Chapter 13 The Indifferent Person
Kungur Porter is a Faceless Man.
This information was enough. The moment he entered the House of Black and White for training, his past identity was no longer important.
He had just ended the life of a water dancer. These ornate rapier swordsmen hold a high position in the city of Braavos. But there will always be someone who wants their life.
So Kungur Porter slew him with the Water Dancer's own sword.
After sacrificing the water dancer, who seemed to the outside world to have drunk too much, and fell into the ditch and was stabbed to death by his own sword, to the God of Many Faces.
The Faceless Men heard the call in their sleep.
So he returned to the House of Black and White and sought answers from his mentor, the acolyte of the Many-Faced God, the Indifferent Man.
“Someone will tell everything they know.”
The indifferent man lowered his head and hid his decayed face under his hood.
"The Faceless Men originated among the slaves of the Valyrian Freehold, just as one's ancestors descended from the city beneath their feet."
When the indifferent man raised his head again, the face under the hood was an ordinary Rhoynar face.
"The Dragon Kings used magic to drive their slaves to work under the volcano forever. They almost hollowed out the Fourteen Fire Peaks, which made Agni angry, because under the Fire Peaks was the source of Agni. The Dragon Kings used fire magic to constantly resurrect and die. The slaves of the flames were in too much pain, so they longed for the gift of death, so the first Faceless One was born. The Thousand Faced God of Death brought true death, someone's faith, and someone's love to the slaves of pain. The skills all appeared outside the Dragon King’s sight.”
The impassive man stood up and walked slowly around Kungul, his voice emotionless. "This is our history, but there is another angle to this history," he continued slowly in High Valyrian. "There are also wise men among the dragon kings. The powerful fire warlocks and blood wizards discovered the crisis hidden in the Fourteen Fire Peaks, so they chose to betray their group."
The hooded man turned to Kungul, this time with a Valyrian face.
Silver hair fell in front of violet eyes.
"Several dragon kings secretly freed a group of slaves and taught them how to break fire magic. Then these slaves began to bring real death to others with the cooperation of the dragon kings."
This time there was nothingness under the hood.
"The God of Many Faces is happy to see such a situation." The indifferent man walked around Kungul devoutly. "So He also sent down gifts to help these slaves advance their secret plans. But the dragon kings would eventually discover these tricks. So with the help of those dragon kings, many slaves successfully escaped from Valyria. They Finally came to the swamp and the land at someone’s feet.”
"Braavos was founded from this, and those who mastered the gifts of the gods and the magic taught by the Dragon Kings established the organization of the Faceless Men."
Seeing Kungul's confused expression, the indifferent man walked up to him and put his hand on his shoulder.
"The dragon kings who once helped the Faceless Man paid the reward, and now it is the Faceless Man's turn to return the favor." The indifferent man stared into Kungul's eyes with a blank face.
"The movement of earth and rivers has ended, and the song of ice and fire is about to begin. The gods strummed the strings and used mortals as notes. Everything should have been a foregone conclusion. But the musicians who changed the movement have already entered the game, blood and fire, copper and silver , smoke and salt, it is difficult for a person without a face to survive alone.”
"Someone will go east," Kungul murmured. "But there's no guarantee that someone will find their target."
"No need to worry." The indifferent man picked up a coin from the highly toxic pool. "Go to Orys Silasmir, Sea King's advisor. He will sail to Lys tomorrow."
said the indifferent man.
“Someone will get there, just as God intended.”
Varese's fleet was proceeding smoothly on the battlefield. They succeeded in wiping out no fewer than ten pirate fleets in the Summer Sea. The pirate fleet of the pirate king Sharak Loha of Lys was intercepted by the Varese fleet. 22 warships under Sharak were sunk and 10 warships were captured. The embarrassed pirate king fled the battlefield in a small boat.
After defeating Sarlacc's fleet, the Varese fleet sailed north and once again defeated the Tri-Cities Alliance's privateer fleet, forcing the fleet commander to raise the white flag and release the Volantis merchant ships captured by them.
After completing all this, the Varese fleet suddenly turned eastward and sailed in the direction of Slaver's Bay. They seemed to be chasing a Lysian slave fleet that had just sunk its escort warship.
It was also at this time. "Lord of Silence", "Crying Boy" and "Sailfish" broke away from the main force and sailed north.
Their destination is simple.
Sea of smoke.
The ruins of Valyria.
The doomsday catastrophe destroyed almost everything. The former Valyrian Peninsula was bombarded to pieces by the disaster. Thick smoke that could cover the sun rose all day long. It is said that the sea water in the Sea of Smoke is poisonous. The boiling sea water emits poisonous smoke, which can Let all ships that enter come and go. The depths of the Sea of Smoke are home to terrifying sea monsters according to sailors' legends.
Everything is warning sailors not to approach this cursed sea.
"The legend makes sense." Long Zell solemnly raised and spread out the map drawn by his father. Even though he was still a long way from the sea of smoke, he could still smell the smell of sulfur in the air, and the strong To the intoxicating taste of magic.
He had never felt his blood so active as it was today.
"Just approaching this sea area, I smell an ominous smell." Zhesar Shadowweaver limped and looked at the black smoke rising in the distance. The sea also turned a dirty color.
They gathered on the "Lord of Silence" to discuss the next step.
"This place is full of magic, my lord." The red monk Malach said excitedly. His voice has not fully recovered. Now he can only rely on his hands to express his meaning clearly. "I can feel the excitement of the flames. This is probably where the Lord of Light was born."
The red monk danced and said.
"Everyone listen." Longzel signaled everyone to be quiet. "This sea area is full of curses, just as we expected before." He pointed to the route drawn on the map. "We don't have enough magic materials to protect the big ship. The big ship can only approach the edge of the sea of smoke at most. Then we take a small boat to our destination."
Longzel signaled Hoffa to bring a box over. Hoffa with golden eyes meticulously placed a box on the table.
Thirty glass tubes were neatly placed in the box, filled with red liquid with silver threads.
"My blood combined with my father's runes can effectively resist the erosion of the curse." Longzel pushed the blood tube to everyone.
"I need fifteen people." Longzel said. "Fifteen brothers who can follow me through life and death."
