"Where is the blond-haired man?"

Ramsay's face was hidden under his hood, and his eyes were cold.

His King almost died in the opponent's hands.

It's not how loyal Ramsay is to Weselis, but his ambition of Ramsay Snow needs to cling to the big tree of Weselis.

If Visiris falls, he, who has no allies or even enemies everywhere in Andalus, may return to that humble illegitimate child overnight.

Ramsays secretly completed the task that Viselis confessed, and tried his best to spread the story of trampling on the rights of guests, making Viselis's counterattack justified.

In the process, Ramsay encountered the blond man with a weird look, and Ramsay smelled a familiar smell from him.

But at that time Ramsay didn't take this as the same thing.

However, when he returned to the palace, he learned that Viselis was assassinated. The killer disguised as a prince in tattered clothes jumped off the tower and escaped. His abdomen was also stabbed by the young king's counterattack, and his left hand was sprained.

Ramsay suddenly remembered the weird man he met in the tavern.

The opponent was covering his abdomen with one hand, his left hand was stiff and it seemed inconvenient to move, and there was also a **** smell that Ramsay was most familiar with.

Rams suspected that the other party was the assassin who assassinated Viserys, and then led the members of the wind group to arrest the opponent.

However, the assassin was not found, but there was another windfall.

The arrow in the red-haired woman's thigh was covered by a large net, and no matter how great she was, she couldn't get rid of it.

Then the soldiers of Pantos and the mercenaries of the Fengshui group swarmed up and pressed the opponent to the ground, and then the five-flowered hands and feet were sturdy with iron ropes, and they were brought to Rams's eyes.

Ramsay opened his mouth for interrogation, but the other party gritted his teeth and closed his mouth.

"Ah."

There was a dark smile at the corner of the black-haired young man's mouth, and he liked such a hard-mouthed person.

However at this moment.

The soldiers who searched the entire tavern finally got a windfall.

A mercenary from the Fengshui regiment is considered an expert in this aspect. These mercenaries have all kinds of talents, and there are even those who are good at digging graves.

One of the experienced middle-aged mercenaries with a stubble face tapped each floor on the ground with his hands, and finally found the location of the tunnel entrance in the back kitchen of the tavern, and then lifted the stone slab with his hands, revealing the bottom Dark and deep hole.

"Chief Kargo!"

Then he called out the right hand of the Dothraki man with his upper body, a captain of the wind blowing group, Prince Yuyi.

"Um."

Kago squatted at the entrance of the cave and threw a stone down to test it, and a response came in an instant, the hole was not very high.

Then he took a torch from the hand of a mercenary and took a picture downward, and you can see the ladder and the underside of the tunnel below.

And Rams also heard the movement and was attracted to Kargo and looked at each other.

"Humph."

Then the Dothraki snorted uncomfortably, then pinned the Yarak machete to his belt, and was the first to jump down the tunnel with the ladder.

The other good players in the wind blowing group also followed their leader and entered the cave together.

On the other side, the barmaid who was **** by the big five flowers saw this scene with a slightly ugly face, but she still didn't say a word.

Rams watched the mercenaries of Kargo and Fengshuudan dive into the tunnel, and then returned his gaze to the red-haired woman.

The two looked at each other, the tavern waitress looked threatening and Ramsay sneered.

"take away!"

With a black robe hanging down, Ramsay's face was hidden under his hood and walked past the eyes of the tavern maid.

Pushed open the door of the tavern and reintegrated into the darkness.

And on the other side.

Kago led the masters in the wind blowing group into the tunnel, this tunnel built many vents, but these are still not enough to light the torch in it.

Otherwise, they will suffocate and die before reaching the end of the tunnel.

The strongest Dothraki walked in the forefront, the rest of the brothers followed behind him, and a group of people marched forward touching the dark.

soon.

Kargo's palm touched the cold wall, and they came to the end of the tunnel.

"It's over."

He stopped, and the few wind-blown mercenaries behind him also stopped.

Gestures in such an environment where they can't see the five fingers are invisible, they can only touch the back of the previous person and move forward.

This is a square patio, which is wider than the tunnel that just came over, and the tunnel can only be passed by one person.

"here."

Then a mercenary touched the ladder and whispered.

However, I don't know who touched something and made some noises.

"Mute."

Kargo said in a low voice.

"superior!"

Then a group of people climbed up the ladder one after another, and the one at the top gently lifted the stone slab above his head.

Click...

Moved a gap away and looked out.

I realized that it should be a room outside, with no candles lit, only the hazy moonlight spilled in and brought a little light.

Then the first mercenary climbed out, looked around and found that the room was empty, and then waved his hand to the bottom.

A few wind blowing group mercenaries and Kargo crawled out from under the tunnel together.

"Chief Kargo, there is no one here."

A mercenary held a long sword in both hands and looked around cautiously.

Kargo checked the room. He saw that there was a single bed in this room and the futon on the bed was messy. Then he walked over and put his hand in to feel it.

Then his face changed slightly.

"Warm."

"There were people here just now!"

But at this moment.

A cold light from the sky poured in from the back of a mercenary's neck and pierced his spine.

Then he quickly drew his sword and left.

puff--

The blood spewed out like spring water.

The other side.

Bang--

The red-haired woman was taken to the palace dungeon where Viselis was staying and was imprisoned ~ www.mtlnovel.com ~ heavily guarded and prepared to deal with people who might come to rescue each other.

In Visiris' bedroom, the lights were dim, and the light shook slightly.

Illyrio and Jon Clinton showed up here. They saw Visiris sitting on the bed with a nice expression, and they were surprised and happy.

The happy thing is that Viselis is fine, but the shocking thing is that Viselis recovers so quickly.

Visiris had put on his clothes. They couldn't see that the wound had healed. They just thought that Visiris was recovering well and was able to sit up.

"Your Majesty, is this really the work of the Faceless?"

Jon Clinton, who had restored his long gray-red hair, asked with a serious expression.

He no longer needs to hide his identity.