Chapter 227 Arrest

"What about the man with the blond hair?"

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

His Majesty the King almost died at the hands of the other party.

It's not how loyal Ramsay is to Viserys, but his Ramsay Snow ambitions need to be attached to the big tree of Viserys.

If Viserys fell, he would probably return to that humble bastard overnight without any allies or even enemies in Andalus.

Rams secretly completed the task that Viserys explained, and tried his best to spread the story of trampling on the rights of the guests, making Viserys' counterattack justified.

And in the process, Rams encountered the blond man with a weird look, and Rams smelled a familiar smell from him.

But Ramsay didn't take that seriously at the time.

However, he didn't know that Viserys had been assassinated until he returned to the palace. The killer jumped off the tower disguised as a ragged prince and escaped. His stomach was also stabbed by the young king's counterattack, and his left hand was twisted.

Rams suddenly remembered the strange man he met in the tavern.

The other party was covering his abdomen with one hand, his left hand was stiff and seemed inconvenient to move, and there was a bloody smell that Rams was most familiar with.

Rams suspected that the other party was the assassin who killed Viserys, and then led the members of the Wind Blowing Corps to arrest the other party.

However, the assassin was not found, but there was another unexpected gain.

The arrow in the red-haired woman's thigh was covered by a large net, and no matter how powerful she was, she couldn't break free.

Afterwards, Pantos' soldiers and the mercenaries of the Wind Blowing Group rushed up and pressed the opponent to the ground, and then all the hands and feet were tied with iron ropes, and they were brought to Rams's eyes.

Rams opened his mouth to interrogate, but the other party clenched his teeth and kept his mouth shut.

"Ah."

There was a shadowy smile on the corner of the black-haired youth's mouth, and he liked people with such tough mouths.

However at this time.

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

A mercenary from the Wind Blowing Corps is an expert in this regard. Among these mercenaries, there are all kinds of talents, and there are even those who are good at digging graves.

One of the experienced middle-aged mercenaries with stubble faces tapped every floor with his hands on the ground, and finally found the location at the entrance of the back kitchen of the tavern, and then lifted the slate with his hands to reveal the bottom Dark and deep hole.

"Leader Kago!"

Then he called the Dothraki naked upper body, the right hand of the ragged Prince, one of the captains of the wind blowing regiment.

"Um."

Kago squatted at the entrance of the hole and threw a stone down to test it out, 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 photo down. You could see the ladder below and the bottom of the tunnel.

And Rams also heard the movement and was attracted to look at Kago.

"Humph."

Then the Dothraki snorted unhappily, then pinned the Arak machete to his belt, and jumped down the tunnel first with the help of the ladder.

And the other good players in the wind blowing regiment also followed their leader into the cave together.

On the other side, the tavern maid who was tied up with five flowers looked a little ugly when she saw this scene, but she still didn't say a word.

Rams watched Kago and the mercenaries of the Wind Blowing Group get into the tunnel, withdrew his gaze and fell on the red-haired woman again.

The eyes of the two met, the tavern maid's gaze was threatening and Ramsay sneered.

"take away!"

The black robe fell to the ground, and Ramsay's face was hidden under the hood and passed by the tavern maid.

Pushing open the door of the tavern, he reintegrated into the darkness.

And on the other side.

Kago led the good players in the wind blowing group to sneak into the tunnel. This tunnel has many vents, but these are still not enough to light a torch in it.

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

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

soon.

Kago's palm touched the cold wall, and they reached the end of the tunnel.

"It's over."

He stopped, and the mercenaries of the wind blowing regiment behind him also stopped.

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

This is a boxy patio, wider than the tunnel I just came over, and the tunnel can only allow one person to pass through.

"here."

Then a mercenary touched the ladder and said in a low voice.

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

"Silence."

Kago said in a low voice.

"superior!"

Then the group climbed up the ladder one after another, and the one at the top gently lifted the slate above his head.

click.

He opened a gap and looked out.

It was found that there should be a room outside, no candles were lit, only the dim moonlight spilled in and brought a little light.

Then the first mercenary climbed out, looked around and found that there was no one in the room, and then waved his hand to the bottom.

Several mercenaries from the wind blowing regiment and Kago climbed out from the bottom of the tunnel.

"Captain Kago, there is no one here."

A mercenary held a long sword in both hands, looked around and said carefully.

Kago checked the room. He saw that there was a single bed in the room, and the quilt on the bed was a little messy. Then he walked over and put his hand in to feel it.

Then his face changed slightly.

"Hot."

"There was someone here just now!"

But at this time.

A cold light from the roof poured into the back of a mercenary's neck, piercing his spine.

Then quickly drew the sword and left.

puff--

Blood spurted out like a spring.

the other side.

bang——

The red-haired woman was taken to the palace dungeon where Viserys was staying and imprisoned.

Heavily guarded and ready to deal with those who might come to the rescue.

In Viserys' bedroom, the lights were dim, and the light flickered slightly.

Illyrio and Jon Clinton appeared here, and they were surprised and delighted when they saw Viserys sitting on the bed looking very good.

The joy is that Viserys is fine, but the surprise is that Viserys recovers so quickly.

Viserys was already dressed. They couldn't see that the wound had healed. They just thought that Viserys was recovering well and was able to sit up.

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

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

He no longer needs to hide his identity.