radicalducati Chapter 19: Inviting Guests, Burying People Under the Eaves
Chapter 19: Inviting Guests, Burying People Under the Eaves
I don't know how long I walked, but I felt like I was about to become one of the ratmen in the dungeon, calling a mouse a duck.
Fortunately, the object that appeared before him made Finger Mouse breathe a sigh of relief; it seemed he was getting closer to solving the mystery.
Approaching the object in the dim firelight, the man, who had been pointing at a mouse and mistaking it for a duck, froze, and after a long pause, slowly uttered a single word:
"Holy shit!"
A giant's skull? At the same time, through the system panel, Viserys, following the perspective of the person pointing at a mouse and calling it a duck, also saw clearly that the thing was actually a skull that was several times larger.
Viserys knew that Illyrio dealt in spices and dragon bones, but what use were giant skulls that needed to be piled up in the sewers? Viserys didn't understand.
Taking a few steps back, Illyrio pointed at the giant "work of art" before him, marveling at its owner. While his behavior was erratic, the faint light from the fire in his hand allowed him to see that scattered bones lay around the enormous skull.
Those scattered bones on the ground, seemingly devoured and carelessly discarded by wild beasts, were nothing more than worthless objects in the eyes of the ignorant fools.
But Viserys, being a Targaryen, could tell at a glance that apart from the conspicuous giant skull, the rest were all dragon bones that had not been crafted into works of art.
The dragon bones were carelessly discarded, which suggests that what was inside held great importance in Illyrio's mind. Viserys, watching the player continue forward despite his seemingly insignificant actions, muttered to himself.
Pulling down the hood, I felt a strange urge to get warm around these eerie skeletons.
Using the faint flame as a guide, they continued walking a short distance, only to be blocked by a stone door.
The scattered dragon bones around the stone gate seemed to accentuate the darkness, creating an eerie and sinister scene that momentarily conjured up images of tomb raiding films and television dramas.
"A rice dumpling can't jump out of here, can it?" Zhishuweiya swallowed unconsciously, completely losing the fearlessness he had when he first came down into the cave.
Finally, having come this far, and with nothing to lose, they began to feel around the surface of the stone door, and soon found a protrusion.
There's a chance!
As the finger mouse pressed the switch, the stone door slowly opened.
After confirming that there were no poison gas traps or similar devices, Zhishuweidu bravely went inside.
With a flick of the small flame in his hand, the pupils of the one who had been pointing at a mouse and calling it a duck immediately dilated.
"In the Western medieval period, it seemed that it wouldn't be illegal for nobles to have armor and bows in their homes, right?" After a long while, Zhishuweiya swallowed hard, his eyes gleaming as he looked at the plate armor covered in a layer of dust in front of him.
From his perspective, Viserys' eyes also lit up. Although it wasn't Aegon, whom he considered a potential threat, he was a pleasant surprise!
After pointing at a mouse and calling it a duck several times, Viserys looked at the armor, bows and crossbows, spears and swords, and he immediately understood that this was Illyrio's armory hidden in his house!
After the initial excitement subsided, Viserys began to consider whether he should turn against Illyrio right now for the sake of these weapons.
After only a moment's hesitation, Viserys made up his mind. The butcher who had been killed for mistaking a mouse for a duck must have been Illyrio's confidant. With his confidant dead, it would be difficult for the governor not to discover that his armory had been robbed and quickly suspect him.
After all, these outsiders had only been here for a day when the governor's "armory" caught fire. If it wasn't Viserys's guards who did it, who else could it be?
Even if he was a crucial part of the enemy's grand scheme, the Targaryens, besides Viserys, also had Daenerys. Illyrio could easily eliminate him and then push the seemingly more controllable young girl to the forefront.
Damn it! I didn't see it, fine, but now that I have, there's nothing more to say. Anyway, tomorrow morning, I'll have a player army of nearly two hundred men under my command. Let's focus on killing Illyrio and swallowing these treasures first, then we'll talk about the rest!
Moreover, it seems that he doesn't necessarily need to kill Illyrio. He can kill all of Illyrio's confidants and then put him under house arrest. In this way, the various factions within Pentos and the governors will not find out in the short term.
Of course, paper can't keep fire, but Viserys was very confident that if he was given a few more days, no more than three.
His player army swelled to the point that its numbers would easily surpass those of the Pentos garrison, and by then it would be too late for the governors in the city to realize something was wrong.
Watching the players quickly exit the stone gate and accuse him of mistaking a mouse for a duck, Viserys shut down the system; at that moment, he had made up his mind.
I would like to invite the Governor-General for a chat first thing tomorrow morning!
At that moment, the signal will be to smash the cup, and the executioners... no, the players will all come out, and the matter will be settled!
The saying goes, "Inviting someone to dinner can lead to being stabbed or killed." The Hongmen Banquet, a game played by our ancestors in our hometown, must work just as well in this world!
call!call!
Dragging the butcher's heavy corpse into the hole, he panted heavily, pointing at the rat and calling it a duck, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
After hastily covering up the scene, he hurriedly climbed over the wall and left, not bothering to hide himself, and rushed towards Viserys's room.
Strangely enough, there wasn't a soul in sight when we arrived, but on our return journey, we almost ran into a patrol of Immaculates.
Fortunately, despite the dangers, they eventually arrived at Viserys's room without any major incidents.
Pointing at a mouse and mistaking it for a duck, he cautiously looked around. Seeing that no one was around, he raised his hand and gently knocked on the door.
The door was quickly opened from the inside, and Viserys, caught off guard and mistaking a mouse for a duck, pulled him into the room. The door was then quickly closed.
"What is it?" Although he knew why the other party had come, Viserys still pretended to look at the man who was calling a mouse a duck with a puzzled expression.
"Your Majesty, would you like the treasure?"
"Yes, why wouldn't I?" Viserys smirked in the dark room.
"The baby's there..."
It was still dark.
Viserys stood in his guard's quarters, which was the courtyard where the players lived.
Although it wasn't completely dark on Earth yet, many players who couldn't wait to experience the game had already logged in.
Amidst the sounds of birdsong and the fragrance of flowers, the rooms in the courtyard seemed to summon players one by one.
Soon, both new and old players gathered, bringing the total number to 145, filling the once spacious courtyard to capacity.
Watching the players, who were as curious as babies, Viserys silently counted the number of people. Those who hadn't logged on were probably busy in real life, or simply hadn't finished get off work yet, but there was no time to wait now.
After his familiar, deceptive opening remarks, Viserys looked at the players:
"The glory of the Targaryens will be restored, starting today! I will not keep this glory to myself!"
"You can start killing people as soon as you log in, what else is there to say!" After Viserys explained in a few words that he was going to take action soon, both new and old players began to whisper excitedly.
Although Viserys could easily sweep through the existing player base, firstly, some might escape, and secondly, he wanted to obtain the right to use the thirty Unsullied from Illyrio.
Therefore, Viserys still intends to proceed according to the original plan, and the master assassin who performed great service for His Majesty last night is now being sent to lure him into a trap!
Illyrio never had the habit of waking up early, but the rude shouts still forced him to get dressed and leave the room, looking at the person who had come with a hint of displeasure:
"I've seen you before. What do you want?"
"It's terrible, sir! His Majesty has been assassinated! He's already injured and has fled to our place, demanding to see you!" He's just making things up, like calling a mouse a duck, and spouting a whole bunch of little stories.
What?! Someone is trying to assassinate Viserys in his own home!