Chapter 226: The Capture

"Where is the man with golden hair?"

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

His king had nearly died at the hands of that man.

It wasn't that Ramsay was particularly loyal to Viserys, but his ambition, Ramsay Snow's ambition, needed to cling to the big tree that was Viserys.

If Viserys fell, he, who had no allies in Andalos and enemies everywhere, might return to being a lowly bastard overnight.

Ramsay had completed the task assigned by Viserys in secret, spreading the story of trampling on guest rights, making Viserys's counterattack seem justified.

During this process, Ramsay encountered the somewhat strange golden-haired man, from whom Ramsay smelled a familiar scent.

But at that time, Ramsay didn't take it seriously.

However, when he returned to the palace, he learned that Viserys had been assassinated. The assassin, disguised as a ragged prince, had escaped by jumping from the tower. His abdomen had been wounded by the young king's counterattack, and his left hand had been twisted off.

Only then did Ramsay suddenly remember the somewhat strange man he had met in the tavern.

The man was holding his abdomen with one hand, his left hand seemed a bit stiff and inconvenient to move, and he had a bloody smell that Ramsay was very familiar with.

Ramsay suspected that he was the assassin who had tried to kill Viserys, and then led the members of the Windblown group to arrest him.

However, they did not find the assassin, but they had another unexpected gain.

The red-haired woman was caught in a large net with an arrow in her thigh, no matter how great her skills, she could not break free.

Then the soldiers of Pentos and the mercenaries of the Windblown group rushed up and pressed her to the ground, then tied her up tightly with iron chains and brought her to Ramsay.

Ramsay began to interrogate her, but she bit her teeth and kept her mouth shut.

"Heh."

The black-haired young man showed a gloomy smile at the corner of his mouth. He liked such stubborn people.

However, at this moment.

The soldiers who were searching the entire tavern finally had an unexpected gain.

One of the mercenaries of the Windblown group was an expert in this area. Among these mercenaries, there were all kinds of talents, even those who were good at grave digging.

One of the experienced middle-aged mercenaries with a full face of stubble knocked on each piece of the floor with his hand, finally finding the location of the tunnel entrance in the back kitchen of the tavern. He then lifted the stone slab with his hand, revealing the dark and deep hole below.

"Caggo!"

Then he called over the Dothraki man who was bare-chested, the captain of the Windblown group, the right hand of the ragged prince.

"Hmm."

Caggo squatted at the edge of the hole and threw a stone down to test it. The response came instantly, the hole wasn't very deep.

He then took a torch from a mercenary and shone it down, seeing the ladder and the bottom of the tunnel.

Ramsay, attracted by the noise, came over and exchanged a glance with Caggo.

"Hmph."

Then the Dothraki man grunted unhappily, put his arakh on his waist, and was the first to jump down the tunnel holding the ladder.

The other skilled members of the Windblown group also followed their leader into the tunnel.

On the other side, the tavern maid who was tied up tightly saw this scene, her face slightly changed, but she

still remained silent.

Ramsay watched as Caggo and the mercenaries of the Windblown group entered the tunnel, then turned his gaze back to the red-haired woman.

Their eyes met, the tavern maid's eyes were threatening, and Ramsay just sneered.

"Take her away!"

His black robe trailing on the ground, Ramsay's face hidden under his hood, he walked past the tavern maid.

He pushed open the tavern door and disappeared back into the darkness.

...

On the other side.

Caggo led the skilled members of the Windblown group into the tunnel. The tunnel had many ventilation holes, but these were still not enough to light a torch inside.

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

The strongest Dothraki man was in the front, with the rest of the brothers following him, groping their way forward in the dark.

Soon.

Caggo's hand touched the cold wall, they had reached the end of this tunnel.

"We're at the end."

He stopped, and the mercenaries of the Windblown group behind him also stopped.

In this pitch-black environment, they couldn't even see their hand gestures, they could only move forward by touching the back of the person in front of them.

This was a square well, wider than the tunnel they had just come through, which only allowed one person to pass.

"Here."

Then one of the mercenaries touched the ladder and whispered.

However, someone accidentally touched something and made a noise.

"Silence."

Caggo spoke in a low voice.

"Up!"

Then the group climbed up the ladder one after another, the person at the top gently lifted the stone slab above his head.

Crack...

He moved it slightly, peeked outside.

He found that it should be a room outside, no candles were lit, only the dim moonlight came in, bringing a little faint light.

Then the first mercenary climbed out, looked around and found that there was no one in the room, then gestured to the people below.

Several mercenaries from the Windblown group and Caggo climbed out from the tunnel below.

"Caggo, there's no one here."

A mercenary holding a long sword in both hands, looked around carefully and spoke cautiously.

Caggo, however, checked the room and saw a single bed in the room. The bedding on the bed was a bit messy, so he walked over and put his hand in to feel it.

His face changed slightly.

"It's warm."

"There was someone here just now!"

But at that moment.

A cold light descended from the ceiling, piercing the back of a mercenary's neck, penetrating his spine.

Then quickly withdrew the sword.

Puff--

Blood spurted out like a fountain.

...

On the other side.

Bang--

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

Heavily guarded in preparation for those who might come to rescue her.

In Viserys's bedroom, the light was dim, the flame flickered slightly.

Illyrio and Jon Connington appeared here, they saw Viserys sitting on the bed looking well, and were both surprised and delighted.

They were delighted that Viserys was not seriously injured, and surprised that Viserys recovered so quickly.

Viserys had already dressed, they couldn't see that the wound had healed, they just thought that Viserys was recovering well and could sit up.

"Your Majesty, was this really the work of the Faceless Men?"

Jon Connington, who had already regained his gray-red hair, asked seriously.

He no longer needed to hide his identity.