dmims Chapter 93: All men must die!
Chapter 93: All men must die!
Jersey, a Faceless One from the House of Black and White.
Jersey wasn't interested in what kind of agreement existed between Aquaman and the House of Black and White, or what they had conspired to do.
He simply treated it as a routine task to be completed.
For any assassin, Viserys, surrounded by a large assassination squad and heavily guarded, would be an extremely difficult task.
But for Jersey, it was hardly any harder than reaching into his bag and taking out gleaming gold coins.
Jersey was already quite used to wearing someone else's face; he could be considered one of the few assassin masters who could mold a "mask" on the spot.
This special skill is extremely rare, even within the House of Black and White.
Even though Jersey brought a lot of "masks" from the House of Black and White for backup and escape, as an assassin master with the ability to create masks on the spot, he still used his ability to put on a soldier's face in order to gather intelligence.
That was Viserys's camp.
Looking at the huge tent surrounded by dozens of guards in white robes, three layers deep, Jersey clicked his tongue in amazement. It seemed that things were indeed a bit tricky.
But all mortals must eventually die.
The same goes for Viserys.
It's just that the time hasn't come yet.
Jersey glanced silently at the number of guards, then turned and left.
Whether Braavos would perish or not was of no concern to Jersey; it had no direct relevance to his mission.
Perhaps when someone achieves victory, he will lower his guard.
"You know what, this is the first time I've realized how handsome I am."
Jersey looked up, a hint of surprise flashing in his usually calm eyes.
Before him stood the soldier he had killed, now holding a crossbow and looking at him with a mocking expression.
"Remember? I was the player, and I personally gave you the password. Now I'm giving you the reply: You are not."
The skeleton soldier, also carrying a crossbow, slowly aimed at Jersey.
"What's going on?!"
The commotion attracted the attention of the men in white robes, who drew their swords and, using coordinated movements, surrounded Jersey.
Everyone here is a player, and the game IDs above their heads are clearly visible and cannot be faked. So, the only person without a game ID who is confronting the players has an obvious identity.
"An assassin, a special assassin who can remove someone's face." The player [Fan Shi Gang], who had been killed by Jersey once, slowly spoke while holding a crossbow.
"Take him down!"
The white-robed squad leader, the centurion, gave a stern order.
Among the players, the most disciplined white-robed warriors did not hesitate at all, stepping forward to seize the assassin before them.
Jersey did not resist. He was a master assassin, but not a match for ten thousand men. He could not possibly escape from a group of fully armed warriors.
Jersey's expression returned to its usual calm. He casually glanced at "Food is Steel" and uttered a meaningful remark:
"All men need to be served."
"Take him away and hand him over to those Gestapo." The centurion came to Jersey, stared at him for a moment, and then reached out and actually peeled off the man's "face".
Instead, a pale, ordinary face, full of wrinkles, appeared. The centurion waved his hand, ordering his men to take the man away.
As for him, he was to meet the king and explain the situation to him, with [Fan Shi Gang] and [Skeleton Soldier] following behind him.
If you make a contribution, wouldn't it be a waste if you didn't thank your superiors?
If Jersey could see it, he would have noticed that not only were Viserys' tent surrounded by layers upon layers of guards, but even inside the tent stood seven or eight fully armed men in white robes.
Kingsguard Jorah stood closely behind His Majesty the King.
"An assassin?" To be honest, there are plenty of people who have tried to assassinate Viserys.
But as it turned out, his intelligence assistant, who also served as a "spy" under the head of the secret police, was no pushover; countless assassins were completely outmaneuvered by them.
Any assassins who get close to Viserys will be immediately spotted by the White Robes.
In their eyes, anyone who doesn't have a game ID and isn't an NPC they know is considered to have ulterior motives and is not allowed to approach the great King Viserys.
A true dragon must not be angered.
After listening to the three players' descriptions, Viserys roughly understood the assassin's identity.
It must be one of the Faceless Ones.
Yes, the House of Black and White, as the most important gathering place for the Faceless Ones, is located in Braavos.
"No need for interrogation, you won't get any information out of him. Go and tell the secret police to kill him directly. Remember, cut off his limbs and his head, and then burn him to ashes in the wild."
Viserys knew that if you don't cut the weeds at the root, they will grow back in the spring. The sense of mystery that "Jacques" brought him when he watched the show in his previous life had obviously influenced Viserys.
The awesome feeling of being able to assassinate anyone he wanted made Visser very uneasy about having a Faceless One living by his side.
"Yes, Your Majesty!" The centurion nodded, then turned and left to carry out his duties.
Visser was generous with his rewards for the players 【饭是钢】 and 【骷髅小兵】.
He was immediately bestowed with a golden dragon, kingdom coins, and four bronze treasure chests.
After receiving the rewards they wanted, the two players naturally left happily.
Inside the temporary prison in the military camp, [Pointing at a Mouse as a Duck] curiously removed Jersey's face again.
"How about we make a deal? You teach me what you've got, and I'll take it easy on you?"
The man nicknamed "Pointing at a Duck" by the players, who was called the head of the Gestapo, crossed his arms and looked at Jersey, who was tied to the cross, and slowly spoke.
"Not speaking? Are you unable to speak, or are you not afraid of death?" The Flying Bat, standing to the side with a whip, reprimanded.
These past few days, he's been playing the role of his former lackey, afraid that his boss might remember his "embezzlement of military funds" and strip him of all his power, or even expel him from the guild.
"All men must die, but for some, it is not yet time!"
He had lost count of how many times he had heard the phrase "calling a mouse a duck."
"Alright, I've seen plenty of tough guys, but I've never seen anyone as stubborn as you before. Come on, show me what you're made of."
With his arms crossed, [Pointing at a Mouse as a Duck] shrugged regretfully, signaling his players in charge of interrogation to give the other party some tough treatment.
"grown ups."
[Calling a mouse a duck] Turning around, the person who came was none other than the white-robed squad leader [Centurion]. Other players, regardless of their status, called him either Brother Duck or Brother Mouse. Even the Director and Chief sometimes addressed him as "Sir".
It seems that only these deep-seated knight patients can do this.
"His Majesty has ordered that no further investigation be conducted; the person should be executed immediately, his limbs and head severed, and his body burned with wildfire."
[Calling a mouse a duck] He nodded and beckoned to his subordinates:
"Do as Viagra orders!"