Chapter 224 Empire

Then the maid of the tavern led a blond man named Miguel to the back kitchen of the tavern.

A seemingly inconspicuous slate was opened, and there was a deep and dark passage below it.

Miguel raised his head and glanced at the waitress. The two eyes crossed and each other nodded slightly. Miguel no longer hesitated, and directly covered the wound with one hand and stepped on the tattered ladder into the darkness.

The waitress who was standing outside saw that Miguel had entered the tunnel, and turned her head around to look vigilantly. Then, she also drilled into the tunnel with the skirt in one hand, and gently closed the cover.

With the sound of the slate moving, the entire quiet back kitchen evaporated two people out of thin air.

Step on.

In the silent and pitch-black tunnel, there were no fingers to reach out, but the two of them didn't seem to need light, and just relied on rubbing and feeling to move forward boldly.

The cold water droplets from the top of his head penetrated into Miguel's neck. The cold in the tunnel made his broken left hand and abdomen hurt faintly, but the blond-haired man did not change his face.

Although he has already briefly treated the wound himself, he still needs to turn to the 'doctor', otherwise his left hand will be completely abolished.

He underestimated Viserys' strength, and the opponent almost killed him when he was hit with a knife first.

If he hadn't escaped by some means, he would have died in the hands of the opponent if he really fought head-on.

"Why do you say it is?"

There were only two people groping forward in the silent tunnel, and both of them were silent like two dumb people.

However, at this moment, the waitress suddenly asked.

He didn't know the other party's name, and the Faceless may have long forgotten their own names, so she would ask a certain person's name now.

She was suddenly a little curious, and the other party had never given an answer like 'It's okay'.

dead is dead, alive

Do not.

No target has escaped his assassination so far.

The blond man was silent for a long time after hearing the girl's question, and then finally spoke slowly.

"he is great."

Then no matter how much the girl asked, she kept her mouth shut.

Then I don't know how much time passed.

Tread…

Footsteps echoed in the tunnel.

They finally came to the other end of the tunnel. The blond man looked up with his hands on the ladder, then climbed up the ladder first and pushed open the cover above his head.

The waitress in the tavern followed behind him, first looking around vigilantly, and then also drilling out of the tunnel.

This tunnel does not lead to the outside of the city of Pantos, and it does not lead to the slums of Pantos. Instead, it appears uncharacteristically in the most prosperous city center of Pantos, next to the palaces of the governors, and it is also a large-scale building. 's mansion.

It looks dark under the lights, but in fact, the richer people in a city like Pantos, the more troublesome they can avoid.

When he got here, the blond man seemed to be unable to hold on. The authentic cold penetrated into the wound like little bugs. His face was a little ugly, but he still didn't say a word. He took off his coat and lay on a bed. .

The tavern maid also changed her state and became serious. She cleaned and bandaged the wound on the man's body, and helped him restore his broken left hand.

Seeing the shocking scars on the man's body, the tavern maid finally understood what the phrase 'he was great' in someone's mouth represented.

He actually almost fell on the other side.

"Who is he?"

The tavern maid put down her tools, took off the blood-stained gloves on her hands, and asked.

"Nice guy?"

"Or the bad guy?"

However, the blond man named 'Miguel' was lying on the bed with his upper body naked, and when he heard the waitress's words, he turned his head slightly and glanced at her.

"Does the girl think that death will only take away the bad guys and leave the good guys in the world?"

The tavern maid raised her eyebrows slightly when she heard his words.

"of course not."

"But he's different."

The Faceless seldom intervene in secular kingship changes, because few people can afford to pay that price.

Believers in the God of Many Faces see death as a relief, and pay the price and agree to take one's life.

But this price is not small, and is provided according to the target's reputation and degree of defense.

If you hire the Faceless to kill an ordinary merchant, half the price is enough to hire an entire army of ordinary mercenaries.

And the cost of assassinating someone like Viserys would be unimaginable.

"Yes, he is indeed different."

"So the price this time is free, or invaluable."

'Miguel' nodded slightly.

"Only this one time."

"What's the meaning?"

The tavern maid frowned slightly, not understanding what the other party said.

"Girl, what's the history of the Faceless?"

However, perhaps because the other party had just treated his wounds and served the God of Thousand Faces together, the blond man seemed very, very patient, he asked.

"Who is the faceless of the first generation?"

And the tavern maid was slightly startled when she heard the words of 'Miguel', I don't know why he suddenly mentioned this, but she nodded and answered seriously.

"The Cult of the Thousand Faces originated in the mines of Valyria."

"The first generation of the Faceless were one of the rebels against Valyrian tyranny."

"Some think he's a slave himself, some insist he's a citizen of the fortress of liberty, from an aristocratic family, and some will even tell you that he's an overseer who sympathizes with his slaves."

About the true identity of the first generation of Faceless, even the Faceless themselves do not know.

Just know that the other party led the successful uprising of slaves captured from hundreds of countries, led the slaves to escape the mines, and resisted the tyranny of Valyria.

"The girl was right."

'Miguel' quietly listened to the tavern maid's words, then nodded slightly.

He was still lying on the hospital bed with his upper body naked, but his face looked much better, and then he continued to explain.

"Viserys Targaryen is a Valyrian, one of the pure-blooded Freehold nobles."

"He has three dragons and has become the only Valyrian dragon king in the world."

"And compared to the slogan of returning to the Seven Kingdoms that he has been shouting verbally, he is more inclined to build a huge empire in Essos, and even reproduce the fortress of freedom."

"I've looked into everything he does, and it's all moving toward one goal."

The voice of 'Miguel' was faint but revealed a shocking secret.

Viserys has been talking about returning to the Seven Kingdoms and regaining the Iron Throne.

However, in reality, they continue to expand their territory on the Essos continent, which has aroused the vigilance of the surrounding neighbors.

Braavos wanted a king focused on attacking the Seven Kingdoms, not a king trying to recreate the Valyrian Freehold.

And the first generation of Faceless, as representatives of the resistance to Valyrian tyranny, naturally did not allow this terrible country to resurface.