blogombal Chapter 98 You didn't want to either...
Chapter 98 You didn't want to either...
Chapter 98 You didn't want to either...
Who are you?
Lancel was roughly pulled by the hair and forced to look up at the man sitting on the bench, arms crossed, covered in black hair, strong as a bear.
The person sitting in front of him was none other than the "big shot" who had recently become the most sought-after figure in the underworld of King's Landing, the King of the Flea Den.
Roger didn't answer Lancel's question; instead, he reached out and turned Lancel's head to the other side of the room.
There, two men were slurping up meat broth and eating bread with relish.
It was as if they couldn't smell the stench in the air at all.
These two are none other than the masterminds behind the Flea Nest, the Fourth Calamity, players [Iron-Pulling Superman] and [Crescent Moon Sky Rush].
Of course, they couldn't smell the stench in the air; they had simply turned their olfactory system to its lowest setting.
It was so low that even if the two of them swam in that cesspool, they wouldn't smell it.
Who are you?
Lancel was still a little dazed from the smell, but she still asked again.
"I am Lancel of House Lannister, a servant of the King. Release me, and I'll give you gold coins, lots of gold coins! Lannisters always pay their debts!"
Lancel spoke haltingly, sounding as if he were seriously injured and barely breathing.
"Hmph, you should tell them that. We two aren't after gold." Lu Tie put down his bowl, gave Lancel what he thought was a gentle smile, and pointed to the backs of several burly men who had just left the room, mockingly.
Lancel realized that no one was holding him down anymore and hurriedly struggled to get up.
Unexpectedly, a young man as fast as a shadowy lynx suddenly darted out of the darkness and appeared in front of Lancel, a gleaming dagger in the young man's hand, pressed against Lancel's neck.
Without a word, the meaning of this action couldn't be clearer: if you move again, I'll kill you.
"Hmph, the king's attendant, let me see," Lu Tie laughed as he stood up, pulled a small, dark stone from his pocket, and hid it in his hand unnoticed by anyone. "Hold him down, Anga."
Lu Tie approached Lancel and gave instructions to the young man.
"Yes, boss."
The young man named Anga reached out and pressed down on the struggling Lancel. The young man looked thin, but his arm strength was amazing. Lancel was like a little chick in his hands.
The weightlifter, who had been holding a small black stone in his hand, smacked it on Lancel's forehead.
"What are you doing!" Lancel exclaimed.
What are you doing? This unassuming little black stone on my weightlifting hand is a treasure, a treasure I found in a silver treasure chest.
Named the "Memory Viewing Stone," this silver item allows the user to view the other person's memories from the past week simply by placing it on their forehead.
It can be said to be a valuable tool for interrogating spies; normally, there's not much use for it when you're lifting weights.
Recently, this blond guy named Lancel has been loitering around the flea den more than once. Noticing that the other party was a weightlifter from the Red Fortress, he decided to use this little gadget on the other party.
The memory extraction was very quick, because after reviewing the other person's memories for a short while, the person who was pulling the iron found what they wanted.
He withdrew the slightly dimmed inspection stone, and, with a meaningful look, glanced at the anxious Lancel: "Oh, I didn't expect that you, the king's attendant, would bother serving the queen all the time?"
Upon hearing this, Lancel shuddered violently, his pupils contracted, and he gritted his teeth, giving an attitude that said, "I don't understand what you're saying."
But his shifty eyes made it obvious to even a fool that this kid had something to hide.
Lancel definitely has something to hide!
He's been acting like a sleepwalker these past few days, not only because of King Robert's daily slapping games, but also because of Queen Cersei!
What Cersei instructed him to do was a conspiracy against the king!
As a deposit for the reward, Lancel climbed into Cersei's bed that night!
Although Lancel had become somewhat enamored with the experience, he was now filled with lingering fear. In his eyes, this was nothing more than a way to tie him to the pirate ship, and he was afraid that he would be unable to back out even if he wanted to!
Already filled with anxiety because of this matter, Lancel suddenly broke down: "Damn fatso! Fatso! Who do you think you are?!"
"Come on! I am Lancel of House Lannister! Do you think I'm afraid of you?!"
Lancel suddenly raised his head, roared at the weightlifter, and then panted heavily like a bellows.
Seeing his stubborn neck, seemingly assuming "Do whatever you want with me," Lu Tie couldn't help but laugh: "Hmph, you've got guts, a young hero! I admire heroes above all else, especially those who dare to assassinate the king!"
Lancel didn't understand what it meant to be a hero with backbone, but when the second half of the sentence about murdering the king came out, Lancel, who had just been so tough, immediately shrank back.
"You... what nonsense are you talking about..." The little lion had only raised his head for a short while before drooping back down.
Sitting to the side, Roger couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Lu Tie glanced at "Gorilla," then lowered his head and whispered in Lancel's ear like a devil, "In my hometown, there's a proverb that says, 'Whether you stick your neck out or not, you'll get stabbed. You know what you've done. Either you kill him, or one day he'll kill you.'"
Lancel, that coward, shuddered again upon hearing this.
Damn it, why am I always the unlucky one?!
Lancel was starting to despair. Was murdering the king really that easy? If he were caught and his scheme was exposed, Lancel didn't even want to imagine how horribly he would die.
"Do you know who we work for?" Lu Tie asked with a smile, patting Lancel on the shoulder.
"I don't know..." Lancer said.
"Across the strait... Targaryens!"
With a thud, Lancel left the arena; it was completely dark by then.
Two burly men and a young man named Angai stood behind him; the three of them would escort Lancel safely home.
"Let's go, Lord Lancel!"
Angay, a commoner from the frontier of Dorne, was tall and thin with freckles on his face and red hair. He was very young.
His other boss, Crescent Moon, always called him "Redhead," even though Angay didn't like the nickname.
Angey had come to King's Landing to participate in the tournament hosted by the King's Hand, Eddard. Angey was confident that with his archery skills, winning the championship would be no problem, and exchanging the king's promise of ten thousand gold dragons would be no problem.
But he was quite unlucky. Prime Minister Ed was assassinated, so the so-called martial arts tournament was naturally canceled, and the 10,000 gold dragons were even more uncertain.
Having spent all his money upon arriving in King's Landing, Anga had no choice but to use his skills to find a boss to make a living. It was at this time that he met Lifting Iron.
A bag of gold coins, revealing the Targaryens behind it, and the desperate Anguill readily became their subordinate.
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