Game of Thrones: Dragonborn Comes

Chapter 69 The House of Seven Lamps

After a night of stimulation, the next day arrived in a blink of an eye.

Oberon would not take Werther around every day. As the Prince of Dorne, he must have some political affairs to discuss with the King of the Sea. He told Werther that people from foreign countries were all active in the area around the old clothes dealer's wharf, and there were also various commodity transactions. You can also talk here.

Werther took only Nymeria and Tyrene, and a group of three came here to hang out.

However, Werther still wore aristocratic clothes, instead of wearing dark clothes like the local nobles. After waking up, Werther was worried about having no fun, and he was not afraid of assassins coming to him for a duel, so he still wore it like this.

There are merchant ships from Westeros, as well as merchant ships from the other eight trading city-states, at the Old Clothes Vendor’s Wharf. It is busier than any port in Vitera Continent, and the port is very neat and clean.

Werther didn't discuss any business here at the pier, but only paid attention to the products in various places. The three of them were a little tired from shopping, and prepared a place to rest.

"Father said that there is a tavern called the Garden of Seven Lamps here, and there are performances by courtesans in it, let's go and have a look!" Terene held Werther's hand and looked at Werther expectantly.

"Okay, I'll ask for directions." Every time Trieni wanted to do something, she always had this expression, and it would be impossible not to go.

Turning left and right at the pier area, the three of them finally came to the Garden of Seven Lamps. This is a relatively luxurious tavern, and it is full of various languages ​​when entering, which is very noisy.

The tavern is divided into two floors, and there is a stage in the middle where singing and dancing are performed.

But when Werther walked into the hall, many fancy-dressed assassins stopped talking and looked at Werther.

What happened last night has already spread among the assassin circles in Braavos. A foreigner who wears noble costumes from the Western Continent and holds a Valyrian steel sword. Don't challenge him to a duel. He can crush people's heads with his bare hands. .

With the aristocratic costumes of Westeros, and the rumored tall figure and appearance, many assassins recognized Werther, some began to brag to their tablemates about what they saw yesterday, and some unknowingly began to ask the whole story.

After finding an empty seat, the three of them just sat down when a beautiful woman led the bartender to Werther's table.

"Hello, dear guest."

"Hello." The three of Werther didn't know her and thought she was the boss here.

"My name is Nightingale, and I'm the courtesan here, can I sit next to you?"

The seats here are long soft sofas, one side faces the stage, Werther's left is Tyrene, and the right is Nymeria.

"This is my wife, and this is my wife's sister. If you want, you can sit next to my wife."

Nightingale sat down, asked the bartender to put down the fruit and wine, and poured wine for several people.Now Werther is hugging left and right, and Nymeria is also hugging left and right.

"These drinks are given by the noble sitting in front!" Nightingale pointed forward, and Werther saw a nobleman in black, smiling and raising his glass to Werther.

Terene picked up the wine and drank it, then smiled at Werther, meaning it was not poisonous.

Werther also picked up his wine glass and raised his glass to the nobleman.

"I don't know him, what else did he say to you?" If you give wine as soon as you come, there must be something wrong.

"He wants to ask, if you can sell him the Valyrian steel sword on your waist!" Nightingale filled Werther's wine again.

"So that's how it is." Werther smiled, unfastened the belt around his waist, put the sword on the table, and pulled out the sword from the scabbard. The nobles over there were also looking this way.

Nightingale stroked the blade of the sword, looked carefully at the color and pattern, and confirmed that it was a Valyrian steel sword. She raised her wine glass to the nobleman.

"Valyrian steel swords are indeed rare, and it is hard to find a sword at a high price. But you tell that nobleman, this sword is called the Dark Sister, and it is one of the two family heirloom swords of the Targaryen family. My name is Werther Baratheon, let's see if he still wants this sword." Werther will definitely not sell the sword, but he wants to know how much this sword is worth in the eyes of the world.

Nightingale's eyes widened when she heard that. The Targaryen family was a royal family that had unified Westeros for hundreds of years. It was eliminated and replaced by the Baratheon family more than ten years ago. Although it has been more than ten years, it is still a memory. still fresh.

Nightingale stood up and saluted Werther as a nobleman, and went to whisper a few words to the nobleman. The nobleman showed an embarrassing expression on his face, and gave Werther some drinks, and never talked about buying a sword again.

The performance on the stage was replaced by a band. Nightingale came to Werther's table to continue drinking. She was very good at talking and made Werther and the others very happy. After a few shows, Nightingale herself was going to perform on stage.

In a box on the second floor, the light here is darker than the hall on the first floor. Sitting here, you can see Werther’s position, and you can hide it by leaning back a little.

Oberon was holding a brown-haired woman in a nun's costume. The woman was probably in her 40s, but she was extremely beautiful and well maintained. She looked like she was in her early 30s.

"My daughter looks just like you."

Oberon sniffed her hair.

"It's just that your hair dye smells bad."

The nun watched Tyene and Werther laughing, "Is he nice to Tyene?"

Oberon: "Very good. He also taught Trieni the skills of magic and magic alchemy. The poison on my spear is given by Trieni."

Nun: "As long as he doesn't disrupt our plan, Tyene and Nymeria should be very happy. But they've been married for so long, why aren't they pregnant? Is it because of magic?"

Oberon: "How would I know, I don't have any talent for magic, Lemore, don't you plan to meet Tyene directly?"

Sister Lemore: "No, just watch from a distance, as long as she lives well."

On the seat next to the two, a blue-haired young man also followed Werther's every move from beginning to end.

Especially when Werther drew the Valyrian steel sword Dark Sister, he touched his chest and his heart beat fast.

Oberon embraced Lymore and was intimate with each other. He said in the common language of Westeros: "Little Griffin, what do you think the Dark Sisters mean to the Targaryen family?"

Little Griffin looks a few years younger than Werther, with a slender figure. Although he is still a little childish, his purple eyes reveal a firm gaze: "Glory and shame."

Oberon: "Do you want to buy or grab the Dark Sister?"

Little Griffin said in Valyrian again: "After all, dead things, hearts, loyalty, money, land and weapons, when these are enough, I will return to Westeros."

Little Griff turned his head to look at Oberon: "At that time, someone will take the initiative to offer the Dark Sister."

The past few days are carnivals, and everyone comes out for activities after dark. The good shows are all at night, and the shows during the day can only pass the time.

After dark, the three of Werther also went to buy three new masks to put on, and continued to participate in the festival celebration.

Chapter 70 The Faceless

The three of Werther experienced the activities in the Braavos Carnival Tavern yesterday, and are going to see the activities on the street today.

Oil lamps are lit everywhere in the city, bands are playing in every small square on the street, courtesans are dancing, ladies are wearing all kinds of fancy clothes, but men are wearing plain clothes, all wearing various masks on their faces, singing and dancing Very lively.

Werther's mask is featureless, the black mask can only cover the upper half of the face, exposing the eyes and chin.

Nymeria and Tyrene wore the costumes given by Neptune, the masks were decorated with feathers and other gorgeous decorations, and some special shells were inlaid.

The three of them played wildly with the celebratory crowd for a long time, until the two ladies were tired, and Trani pulled them to rest against the railing of the waterway.

"There is a magic reaction!" Werther's magic perception detected a person with magic power.

"Where is it?" Tyene looked into the crowd.

"Look at that guy, wearing women's clothes, is that him?" Traene pointed to a person.He didn't wear a mask, short hair, a standard man's face, but wearing women's clothes, he looked very special in the crowd.

Nymeria thought for a while: "That should be someone from the Temple of the Moonsinger, a Moonsinger. They are similar to the churches of the Seven Kingdoms. Some are in charge of war, and some are in charge of prayer, healing, and judgment. All the singers are women, if a man wants to be a moon singer, he must wear a woman's clothes."

Tenee: "How do you know?"

Nymeria: "At the House of Seven Lamps in the afternoon, I asked the Nightingale woman what she could do in Braavos besides being a courtesan. One of the things she told me was Moonsinger."

"It's not him. There are too many people here and it's too noisy. I can't concentrate. It should be about 150 meters ahead." Werther closed his eyes and perceived carefully.

"I thought it was here." Triene's magic talent is not high, but she is very interested in all things related to magic. The current theoretical knowledge is second only to Ellie Hightower, the librarian of the magic school. .

"Huh? It's coming towards us." Werther said again.

When Nymeria heard what Werther said, she drew out two daggers and hid them in her sleeves: "Is it the enemy?"

"I don't know. The streets here are too complicated to be seen. If he enters the line of sight later, I will remind you, and you should be vigilant."

Not long after, Werther reminded the two of them again.

"It appeared, right in front of you, under the statue of the former Neptune, a woman without a mask."

"Where?" "Didn't see it." Neither Nymeria nor Tyene seemed to see it.

"Wears a black robe with a hood."

"Still haven't seen it?"

Werther felt his perception narrow and focus on the man.

"She is using stealth and invisibility techniques similar to mine. Although it is very low-level, people who have not learned such skills will definitely not be able to spot him."

"Faceless Assassin in the House of Black and White. One of the jobs that a Braavos woman can do," Nymeria said confidently.

"What is she doing now?" Tyene asked again.

Werther: "She came towards us. I remember that Maester Aemon of Castle Black on the Great Wall said that the founder of the Faceless Men was a slave miner from the Valyrian Empire who stole some magic and escaped to create After learning the God of Thousand Faces and the House of Black and White, it really makes sense to learn stealth and invisibility magic to escape, and I guess they will also use illusion together.”

Nymeria was a little anxious when she heard someone approaching but couldn't see her: "What is she doing?"

Werther: "She's looking at me."

Nymeria pinched Werther's waist: "Seriously!"

Both Nymeria and Tyrene were very nervous. This kind of high-level assassin who knows magic is really hard to guard against.Nymeria held the dagger in both hands and was ready to strike at any time. The poison bottle in Tyene's sleeve had been opened, and she was ready to splash it on invisible enemies at any time.

Werther dictated to the two of them what happened to each other in the Common Tongue of Westeros:

"She's coming towards me!"

"She's ten paces away."

"She drew a dagger from her sleeve."

"She's five paces away."

"She swung the dagger at my neck."

"She was caught by me."

Werther grabbed her hand holding the dagger, twisted her forcefully and threw her to the ground, the magic power flowed, breaking the opponent's invisibility skills, and the assassin also showed his figure.

The assassin didn't expect that the target he wanted to assassinate could actually find her all the time, almost watching her every move, and could instantly destroy his own skills and magic, while he walked over like an idiot trying to wipe someone else's neck .

Nymeria grabbed the assassin's dagger and immediately stabbed it in the back. No matter how hard the assassin struggled, he couldn't get rid of Werther's grip.

"It's the faceless men of the House of Black and White, their assassination failed!"

The carnival crowd around also noticed the strangeness here, and quickly recognized the assassin's identity from the costume.

The Faceless Man caught in Werther's hands is dead, and his face has become another person. "The Faceless will not attack for no reason, the cost of hiring them to assassinate is extremely high, some nobles or wealthy businessmen want my life!"

Tenee: "Have you offended anyone lately?"

Werther: "I've only been in Braavos for a few days, and besides killing two assassins in the street yesterday, didn't everyone say it was a duel?"

Tyene: "Could it be the nobleman who wanted to buy your Valyrian steel sword in the House of Seven Lamps this afternoon?"

Werther thought about it: "It's very possible, but I don't know his name and address. I'll ask Nightingale."

Nymeria: "I've heard in Dorne that even if the Faceless One misses, he will send another assassin to kill him."

"I'll send you and Tyene back to the Neptune Palace first, you'd better stay with Oberon these few days." Vitra led the two of them towards the Neptune Palace.

Nymeria: "You let us go back, what do you want?"

Werther: "I'm going to the House of Black and White to find out who hired them to assassinate me."

Nymeria: "One of the tenets of the House of Black and White is that failure will not reveal the name of the employer, otherwise this organization would not have existed for thousands of years."

Werther: "Don't worry, you have seen Renly go to discuss business. His mouth is very powerful. I taught him! Negotiations are better than me."

The location of the House of Black and White is in the middle of Braavos City, where there are many small islands.In Braavos, all gods from all over the world can be respected, and each island here is a temple, which is called "Island of the Gods" by the locals.

The House of Black and White is on an island next to the Temple of the Moonsinger. Standing here, you can directly see the Palace of Truth, the Palace of Prestan, the Palace of Antalion, and the Palace of the Sea King beyond the long canal.

There is a rocky hill on the island, the black and white courtyard has no windows, the pointed roof is covered with black tiles, and the gate of the temple is a pair of carved wooden doors twelve feet high.The left door is as white as a skeleton, and the right one is slightly flooded. A moon is carved in the middle of the two doors.

Although the use of magic is not advanced, it is a French organization that has existed for thousands of years. Vitra pulled his clothes and straightened his collar, and knocked on the door.

After a while, a man in a black and white robe opened the door a crack.

"Hi, my name is Werther Baratheon. Today you sent an assassin to kill me, but I counter-killed you. Let me ask who my employer is."

"Touch~~" The door was immediately closed.

Witte took a deep breath:

"Mu~~~Qua~~~Diiv~~~!"

Accumulating power with his right foot, he kicked forward, and with a muffled sound of "Boom!", the black and white wooden gate was kicked out of a hole a person's height.

Werther walked in, his body gleaming with armor composed of three magic powers of white, blue and yellow, and the five-color magic ball was spinning behind his back: "Don't tell me today, I demolished the black and white courtyard!"

Chapter 71 House of Black and White