Chapter 50 Suppressing the Rebellion

The bravery of the two guards gave Viserys a slight morale boost.

The silver-haired boy still sat on the main seat without moving, and clenched the crossbow in his hand slightly.

bang——

And at this time.

At one time, there was a loud noise from the door of the table hall, and there was also the metal sound of the armor, as if someone was hitting the door.

Viserys's heart tightened slightly, and cold sweat oozes out of his palms, but his eyes remained unshakable, staring at the door.

The silver-haired boy could clearly hear the breathing of the two young soldiers beside him, which was slightly rough. It could be seen that they were also very nervous. They were not afraid of death, but they still did not flinch.

The sound of fighting outside the brown wooden door remained.

puff--

The sound of the long sword cutting his throat was accompanied by a shrill scream.

wow-

Tables and chairs were overturned, torches were thrown to the ground, and the flames raged.

The battle outside was extremely fierce, and the three people hiding in the picture table hall were like prisoners waiting for the judgment of fate, not knowing what would happen when the door was opened.

It's life or death.

The atmosphere in the table room was so tense that it was slightly frozen, and even breathing became a little cautious, and the cold sweat on his forehead kept falling.

It seemed like a torment every second of being there waiting for the trial.

However, I don't know how long has passed.

bang——

The door of the brown wood was hit again and made a loud noise, and Viserys woke up slightly.

Since he came to Dragonstone Island, he has often had such problems, inexplicably in a daze, inexplicably seems to have seen some illusions, just like when he was just staring at the map.

And this situation seems to be more and more obvious.

However, after being awakened this time, Viserys found that the shouting and killing outside had stopped, and everything was suddenly quiet, except for the crashing sound, as if nothing else had happened.

"Is the battle over?"

Viserys sat up slightly, staring intently in the direction of the gate, clenching the crossbow in his hand.

And the cabinet that had been pushed down behind the door of the picture table hall had also been knocked out a little.

The gate is about to be breached.

next second.

boom--

With blood-stained long swords in their hands, several fully-armed knights savagely slammed open the door of the Table Room with their heavy shoulders.

Sawdust flying.

The heavy brown wooden door was torn and riddled with holes. Outside the door was like paint splattered freely, with blood smeared everywhere. Just looking at it made people's brains congested, their faces pale, and the smell in the air was even more disgusting. People want to gag straight out.

And the crossbow in Viserys' hand was also activated at this time.

bang——

The crisp sound of bowstrings broke the silence for a second after the door was knocked open.

The bowstring of the crossbow burst out with strength, and the arrows that had been stuck on it flew out.

Then, in the terrified eyes of the knight who rushed into the table hall at the forefront, he nailed it to the black stone wall above the gate.

Bang!

The gravel splashed, and along with the dust, it fell on the armor of the two knights below, making a rustling sound.

In addition to being startled, the two knights were also somewhat disgraced.

"His Majesty!"

And at this time.

After the two knights who rushed in first, an old man with bright armor and red embroidered Targaryen's three-headed fire dragon cloak strode in with a blood gourd in one hand.

Tread

The old man's footsteps were heavy, and he didn't change his face when he faced Viserys' crossbow.

"calm down."

The person who came was the commander of the Dragonstone Fleet, Sir Jeffrey, and the thing that looked like a blood gourd in his hand could only be found by looking closely to find that the other party was actually a person.

The blood that was dragged on the ground along the way seemed to be wantonly splattered without money. It walked directly from the gate to the center of the map table hall, and then put it down in front of the giant map table.

thump--

The bloody prisoner fell to the ground but didn't say a word, like a puddle of rotten flesh. If it wasn't for the fact that his chest was still heaving and breathing continuously, he might have thought this person was dead.

"Sorry, sir."

Viserys sat on the main seat with some embarrassment, and then stood up from the seat with his hands on the armrest, and apologized to the old sergeant and the two knights who rushed in first.

He was just a little too nervous.

So that when they first rushed in, they directly pulled the bowstring under the stress reaction.

However, Viserys responded quickly to compensate, and slightly raised the aiming direction just before the arrow was fired, and the arrow was directly nailed to the wall above the gate.

Luckily it didn't make a big mistake.

Then Viserys looked at the 'blood man' who was carried in by Sir Jeffrey.

Although the other party was bloody and almost impossible to identify, Viserys recognized who this person was at a glance.

He was Rhaegar's designated acting lord and castle steward before he left Dragonstone, the illegitimate son of Dorne, Ser David Sand, and the chief culprit of this rebellion.

He had been bribed by King's Landing long ago, and he dealt with Xu Gaoli, using the earl and a castle as a temptation, to induce Ser Shad to betray the Targaryens and kill the orphans and widows who fled to Dragonstone.

But Ser Shad was afraid that even if he planned to successfully kill Queen Layla and her son, they would not be able to escape the pursuit of the Dragonstone fleet, so he did not dare to start, and missed good opportunities again and again.

Until the storm came, Viserys left Dragonstone with the fleet, missing the best chance.

The last dying struggle was now suppressed by Viserys who had prepared in advance.

All the guards, servants, and 'mouse' from King's Landing he bought on Dragonstone died in this rebellion, which was a real loser.

"Do you want to interrogate him yourself?"

"His Majesty."

The two knights who rushed in first rubbed their chests slightly, not daring to accept Viserys' apology.

The old jazz simply ignored these, stood in front of the map table and looked at the little figure standing beside the main seat and said bluntly.

"Interrogate him personally?"

Viserys was slightly hesitant to hear the old sergeant's words, the curly hair wrapped around the boy's ears, looking cute, and then shook his head.

"No."

"Lord Jeffrey."

Viserys stood by the main seat, then turned slightly to sit back on the seat, and he had no great interest in watching a bloody man.

However, Viserys seemed to have thought of something, stopped abruptly, turned his head to look at Sir Geoffrey who was standing in front of the map table, and then said.

"I want to know what he did, so I'll leave it to you."

Then Viserys added another sentence.

"It's just that it's better to leave him alive and leave it to me to end it myself."