Chapter 228: The Faceless Man

Not long after, in the dungeon beneath the palace.

The barmaid was imprisoned here, her hands and feet shackled with heavy chains. The cell door was sturdy, almost impossible to forcibly open without a key.

Hush~

The corridor's torchlight flickered, the surroundings were silent without a hint of noise.

At this moment, a faint sound came. The barmaid slightly raised her head, then saw a shadowy figure approaching from a distance.

"Sir."

A soldier stepped forward and whispered something, but was unexpectedly stabbed in the throat with a short knife.

Puff.

Blood splattered on the wall, the body was gently held by the newcomer and placed on the ground, making little noise.

The red-haired woman, seeing this scene, narrowed her eyes. She knew her comrades had come to rescue her.

However, for some reason, there was no joy in her heart, instead, a sense of unease was fermenting.

While the barmaid was lost in thought, the shadow reflected by the firelight disappeared from her sight, leaving only a corpse lying silently on the cold ground.

But the next second.

The sound of keys jingling suddenly echoed above the barmaid's head.

The woman, slightly distracted, was startled by the sound so close, and looked up. A shadow stood in front of the corridor's torchlight, casting a shadow over her.

The man had torn off the face with a scar, revealing the face of 'Miguel', a mercenary from Tyroshi, his pale blue eyes revealing a hint of fatigue.

"You're here."

As he was unlocking the door, a calm voice sounded from behind him.

"Hmm."

'Miguel' subconsciously nodded.

But he quickly realized that the voice did not come from the comrade in front of him, and the other party was also looking at him with wide eyes in shock.

"Who?"

Miguel felt a chill run through his body, and quickly turned to look behind him.

A familiar figure stood not far away, quietly watching him. His long silver-gold hair was tied up, and his eyes reflected Miguel's figure.

The figure was Viserys, who he had assassinated during the day. At his feet lay the body of a soldier. Viserys looked down at the corpse and let out a sigh.

This was a familiar face, who had followed him to Pentos, but he didn't expect him to die here.

"His name was Jadd."

"He has been with me for many years."

Viserys then looked up and spoke.

On the other side, 'Miguel' also had a look of shock in his eyes, and he involuntarily stepped back, looking at his comrade.

Their eyes met, both feeling as if they had seen a ghost.

"You shouldn't be alive."

Then 'Miguel' turned his gaze to Viserys, his hand on the cold iron bars, his voice hoarse.

He didn't expect to see Viserys again. Before the assassination, he had smeared a potent scorpion tail poison on his dagger.

This poison, once it enters the heart, is undoubtedly fatal. Before that, the whole body's muscles would necrotize, the wound would fester, and even maggots would not approach the wound.

By now, more than half a day had passed, and by any calculation, Viserys should have died from the poison, and it was impossible for him to stand in front of him.

However... seeing is believing, Viserys was indeed standing in front of them, and was walking towards them.

"Yes, perhaps I shouldn't be alive."

"But perhaps your Many-Faced God wants me to live

?"

Viserys spoke calmly, slowly approaching.

Step.

Step.

In the silent cell, Viserys' footsteps were clear.

One step.

Another step.

"The Black Goat of Qohor? The Night Lion of the wild? Or the Stranger of Westeros?"

The Many-Faced God is the god of death. Followers of the Many-Faced God believe that all gods in the world are just different faces of the same god. Therefore, almost all gods in the world are worshipped in the House of Black and White.

As 'Miguel' watched Viserys approach, he couldn't help but take another step back.

Clang.

He then drew a gleaming rapier from his waist.

His right hand held the sword, his broken left hand behind his back, he assumed the stance of a water dancer, the sword pointing at the silver-haired youth approaching him.

The Faceless Man's rapier was less than a foot away from Viserys' chest.

And at this moment, Viserys finally stopped. His pale purple eyes quietly examined the other's face.

For some reason, the Faceless Man felt a lack of confidence in his sword-holding right hand, even his palm was slightly sweaty.

If it were any other day, 'Miguel' would have been confident that he could pierce the other's heart at this distance.

But now...

Time seemed to freeze for a second.

Then, without any warning, the Faceless Man suddenly attacked, just like when he disguised himself as the ragged prince and assassinated without any warning.

But last time, Viserys was unprepared, and this time, the world's top assassin was facing Viserys head-on.

The gleaming rapier tore through the air, aiming to pierce Viserys' heart, but was dodged by the silver-haired youth with an incredible reaction speed.

'Miguel' had watched Viserys' fight with the Mountain, he knew Viserys was fast.

But now, the roles were reversed, he was in the Mountain's position, facing Viserys, and he realized how much pressure it was to face such an opponent.

In the Faceless Man's perception, it was almost as if the moment his wrist moved to thrust the sword, Viserys had already anticipated where the sword would go, and almost simultaneously dodged.

The Mountain had felt the same way, it was extremely frustrating.

Swish!

At such a close distance, the Faceless Man's sword missed.

The next second.

Viserys' longsword also left its sheath, the sound of metal clashing echoed, and the two engaged in a fierce fight.

Clang, clang, clang—

And the last sound was even louder.

Clang!

The Faceless Man's narrow rapier broke upon the next clash with Dusk, the tip of the sword was cut off and flew away.

At the same time, a flash of blood bloomed, and half an arm fell to the ground, blood spraying out.

The Faceless Man let out a pained grunt, then rolled backward.