Chapter 218: Rooting Out

"Hmm—"

The dragon's roar was still far from here.

In a mansion within the city of Pentos.

The place was brightly lit, with all the mansion guards on high alert, ready to fend off any mercenaries who might storm into the mansion and disturb the lady and young master.

The center of Pentos was a coveted area, with foreigners coming to Pentos finding it difficult to afford a home there even after a lifetime of work.

A small room sufficient for one person in the city could be traded for a small manor with a courtyard outside the city.

Yet this mansion was located in the heart of Pentos, and it was sprawling, boasting a garden, a scenic pool, and pavilions, adorned with the utmost luxury.

It was clearly the kind of mansion that only a wealthy merchant in Pentos could possess.

This was the residence of a Pentos Magister. The Green family's primary business was mining, and they owned several key copper and iron mines in Norvos.

The Magister Green had a good relationship with the Magister who monopolized the trade of weapons and armors in Pentos, and the two had been seen together quite frequently recently.

Magister Hoare often visited Magister Green, after which they would hold private conversations.

Even Mrs. Green did not know what they were discussing, and why even she was not privy to it. Every time she asked, Magister Green would impatiently dismiss her.

However, tonight.

Her husband had not returned, and for some reason, there was sudden chaos outside. Everywhere there was chaos, with the sound of battle ringing out.

Magister Green's young son, barely four or five years old, the little lord of the family, was crying out in fear. The Magister's wife was in a state of panic and the guards she had sent out to find her husband had not returned.

The guard who had gone out to gather intelligence did return, but he too had no idea what had happened.

In any case, there was fighting everywhere, as if the mercenaries and the garrison had gone mad.

The garrison fought with the mercenaries, mercenaries fought with each other, and some banded together to loot and burn.

Under such circumstances, Mrs. Green gritted her teeth, suspecting that something untoward might have happened to her husband.

Though Mrs. Green did not know exactly what her husband was plotting, she had heard a bit about it. This issue might have something to do with the Targaryen king who arrived not long ago.

Finally, Mrs. Green made up her mind. She no longer sent people out to search and rescue her husband. Instead, she ordered the entire mansion to be locked down, with the doors tightly shut and on strict guard.

However, after Mrs. Green gave the order to lock down the entire mansion, she fell into a state of indecision. The city was in turmoil, and she had just heard that many shops had been looted and burned.

While the Green family mainly dealt in mining, they also had some tertiary industry assets in the city of Pentos, including brothels, taverns, inns, and two casinos.

These were also important sources of income for the family.

After hesitating for a while, Mrs. Green finally ordered half of the guards, including some Unsullied, to protect the family's assets.

In her heart, she was unsure, thinking that no one would dare to rob the mansion of a Magister...right?

But just at this moment.

Mrs. Green was holding her young son, trying to soothe him to sleep when she heard a commotion outside the front gate.

"Who goes there!"

The guard of the Green family warned sharply.

"This is the residence of Magister Green! You ruffians had better clear off at once!"

...

"However, the response he received was only a few cold arrows.

Whoosh, whoosh—

The arrows emitted a whistling sound, and with a thud, pierced the throat of the guard, causing him to swallow the rest of his warning.

Subsequently, his body swayed and fell from the high wall.

Accompanying the arrows, a large number of Windblown mercenaries surged from all directions.

Boom—

Next, they used logs from unknown origins to smash open the main gate, charging straight into Magister Green's mansion.

The Unsullied and Magister's guard slaves began to fight the Windblown mercenaries in the garden.

The young Mrs. Green, holding her son, was panicked and wanted to hide in the basement, but she was caught by a few Windblown mercenaries brandishing their swords.

"I told you so, the boss has finally come to his senses."

Then, several mercenaries laughed and came over, snatching her son from Mrs. Green's arms.

Clang—

Another Windblown mercenary skillfully drew a gleaming dagger from his waist.

For the mercenaries, such complete extermination of a family was just a part of their routine.

Mrs. Green, seeing this, cried out trying to reclaim her son.

However, she was held back by another mercenary, who ripped open her clothes.

...

And such scenes were also taking place in other Magister's mansions in Pentos.

Boom—

Doors were being smashed open, countless Windblown mercenaries rushed in, shouting in the name of revenge for the Ragged Prince, swinging their swords mercilessly, killing the families of these Magisters, and stuffing their pockets full of gold coins.

The immense wealth almost blinded the mercenaries.

Although they had tried to imagine how much the Magisters of Pentos had exploited the common people by monopolizing every industry, their imaginations were ultimately not rich enough.

Then, this massive wealth was transported to the carriages box by box.

And the Ragged Prince was not a stingy man. After gaining such an astonishing wealth, he spent it lavishly, and almost every member of the Windblown made a fortune. In addition to what they stuffed in their pockets, they could live worry-free for several generations, and their faces were all smiles.

However, the Ragged Prince himself did not seem as happy as he appeared on the surface. The grey-haired old man was riding on a warhorse, and then the smile on his face gradually faded.

In fact, compared to distributing money to his brothers, he would rather cooperate with these families.

Because he was born among them, although he was later forced to become a mercenary, the Ragged Prince never saw himself as a commoner. His blood was noble, and deep inside, he looked down on his brothers somewhat.

This was a deep-rooted idea in his heart. He left Pentos in his twenties, and it was not something that could be changed in a few decades.

The Ragged Prince's previous calculations were buzzing in his heart.

He wanted to truly rule Pentos, not merely serve as a puppet for Viserys.

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