Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest.

Chapter 20 Dusk
The afterglow of the setting sun dyes the flowing clouds in the sky red, gradually drifting away with the sparse wind.

The Court of the High Nobles sits right next to the lake in the inner city.

At this time, the majestic sunlight blended perfectly with the water color of the lake, making it look radiant, and several deep-draft commercial flat-bottomed boats docked motionlessly at the crowded small pier.

"I'd rather trust those mercenaries who lack loyalty and no discipline at all, and I can't trust high-ranking nobles with noble blood and incomparable piety."

The mocking tone and overly contemptuous attitude of Kohor's garrison commander Salo Kotter made his servants feel panicked. They hurriedly turned around and looked around to prevent their master's lies from being heard by interested people.

The high-ranking nobles will definitely link the fall of the outer city with his gaffe and drunkenness at the banquet, and hold him accountable.

But he still had to bow his head and admit his mistake first, to maintain the power in his hands, and the fate of Kehor could not be handed over to the high nobles.

He forced himself to smile, but found that there was no respect at all.

He was concentrating on practicing how to smile, but he couldn't notice the loyal servant who turned his back, the flickering eyes in his pupils, and the coldness in those fearful eyes.

Outside the courtyard, Salo Kotter inspected the Unsullied guards around the mansion, and then stepped forward calmly into the twelve-foot-high brick wall courtyard.

Passing through the ivy garden and flowering trees in the yellow halo, seeing the setting sun reflected in the marble pool, and the blood-red light dyed on the painted boy statue.

Hearing that the dogs in the kennel in the backyard stopped barking.

In the courtyard, the handsome and elegant meeting scribe, Aslan McKenningen, was waiting quietly and calmly outside the hall.

After seeing Salo Kotter approaching from a distance, he hurried forward to meet him.

With a serious face, but a very considerate tone, he pulled him and advised:
"Your Excellency, the master and the members of the meeting are still in panic as the outer city has fallen into the hands of the enemy. Please forgive me for some radical remarks."

Hearing this, Salo Kote felt a little comfort in his cold heart, and squeezed out an embarrassing smile on his face:

"Thank you, Aslan, you have always encouraged me. At the banquet, only you tried to stop me from drinking, regretting not following your advice, and I know that if it were not for your help and mediation, this discussion about accountability My negligent meeting has already been held."

As if he felt that what he did was not good enough, Aslan's eyes were full of apology to his best friend, and the words spoken in a clear voice were warm enough to cleanse people's hearts:

"Saluo, I'm sorry, if I could have stopped you from getting drunk last night, I wouldn't have let the outer city fall into the hands of the Dothraki. It's all because I wasn't firm enough."

Having said that, Aslan's handsome fair face showed a hesitant and tangled expression.

After a moment of silence, he seemed to have finally made up his mind:

"In fact, my little master expressed great dissatisfaction with you for directly removing his command and management rights after you took office. The master and the members of the meeting also issued an order to you to remove the command rights of the Kohor officers. There are complaints, and the High Noble Council believes that this is your act of arbitrariness, and it is also one of the important reasons that led to the fall of the outer city."

The blood in Salo Kotter's mind surged, his face was flushed, his fists were clenched, and he rushed towards the conference hall angrily.

However, he was stopped by the Unsullied Man outside the hall with a spear, and Aslan hurried forward to mediate and persuade:
"Saluo, since the fall of the outer city, your authority has been restricted. Now you can no longer pass in directly to attend the meeting. You need to check yourself here and wait for the transmission."

Salo Kotter was full of grievances and anger and wanted to vent.

In the end, they can only be reduced to nothing under the emotionless eyes and sharp blades of the Unsullied.

His face was pale, and he was physically and mentally weak to accept the slave's body search.

"Saro, I'm sorry."

Submerged in guilt and remorse, Aslan walked into the meeting hall alone to report.

It was a long time before Salo Kotter was authorized to attend the meeting.

The hall is no longer decorated with white candles, the laughing voices of the women, and the smell of perfume left in the air seem like a world away.

The set of brocade tapestry, which could be regarded as a family heirloom, also disappeared without a trace.

"Salo Cotter, you poor stupid blind fool."

The old, short, fat and bald garden owner still sprinkled perfume all over his body to cover up his disgusting urine smell.

He stood up tremblingly, shouting loudly to take the lead in launching the attack.

Bitterness and anger filled Salo Kotter's heart, but he had to suppress and endure everything, showing a far-fetched smile.

It's just that his blunt smile and the unconcealable resentment in his eyes made the high-ranking nobles feel very annoyed.

It was they who gave the power of city defense to Salo Kotter.

This person's serious dereliction of duty not only caused the outer city to be lost and fell to the enemy due to drunkenness, but also dared to accuse the noble council of being untrustworthy in public.

Looking down on them arrogantly and ignorantly, isn't he himself a member of the high nobles?

Thinking of this, the rest of the high-ranking nobles could no longer sit still, and they all came down to criticize.

"Do you guys from the Kurt family still have any self-esteem, arrogance, insatiable greed, obsession with power and position?"

"Yes, his dead father was severely punished by the Black Goat God because of his greed and obsession with witchcraft."

"It's just a family of monsters."

The vicious words hurt people's hearts, and the reluctant smile instantly froze on Salo Kotter's face. Under the dim light, it was undoubtedly a ferocious face.

"You fat, depraved, lacking in faith, out-and-out moths, fools who only think about power and wealth, say that I am a poor stupid fool, yes, if I were smarter, I should put you Sell ​​it all to the Dothraki, maybe I'll get another Governor of Qohor, call me a monster, yes, I'll kill you heinous, deserving fools, and then..."

Salo Kotter's eyes were bloodshot, his face was covered with a vicious grin, and his mouth let out a desperate roar.

Not waiting for him to vent.

"Bang dang, bang dang."

The sound of chairs falling, accompanied by the spilling of wine glasses, silver plates, and fruits, caused the high-ranking nobles to fall to the ground.

There was a severe pain in their stomachs, as if being stabbed by a scorching sharp knife, and a heart-piercing howl came from their mouths.

After the rest of the meeting members looked at each other, they stood up in horror, pointed at Salo Kotter in shock, and shouted hysterically:
"You traitor, you actually despicably poisoned and murdered us."

"Guard, guard, take this man down."

Hearing the screams, the heavily armed Unsullied immediately rushed into the house, surrounded Salo Kotter with spears, and then stepped forward and knocked him to the ground.

Salo Kotter lay powerlessly on the ground. He didn't resist, but just opened his mouth wide and looked at the fallen nobles through the bottom of the table in disbelief.

"Doctor, call the doctor quickly."

The scribe of the noble council, Aslan, has always maintained a serious face, a rigorous style, and a calm expression.

At this moment, with the same helpless expression on his face, he stumbled forward, hugging the body of the courtyard master in panic, and shouted in a hoarse voice.

(End of this chapter)