Chapter 205: Griffin

In the inn, the Windblown mercenary Ali continued to fight desperately.

Crash—

The inn's corridor was a mess, with wooden railings chopped apart and a wooden barrel grabbed by Ali and hurled directly at a guardsman's face.

Thump.

The guardsman was knocked to the ground, his face bloodied as if a soy sauce bottle had been spilled, and it seemed his nose was broken.

Seeing this, the pursuing soldiers were even more enraged.

"Don't run!"

"Quick! Capture him!"

The mercenary ran ahead, with the city guard soldiers chasing after him.

Seeing the two veteran mercenaries abandon him and escape through the window, Ali felt hopeless. Soon after, he was caught in a pincer attack by the guardsmen rushing up from below at the staircase.

Clang—

The Windblown mercenary drew his longsword, intending to fight back, but the guardsmen disregarded any chivalry and swarmed him.

Clang, clang, clang—

Swords clashed, sparks flying in the narrow stairwell as an intense battle ensued.

With a pained grunt, Ali fought back, but he was no match for their numbers and soon fell.

During the chaos, he was stabbed in the thigh by a sword, and he screamed in pain, dropping to his knees while holding his leg. His longsword fell to the ground.

Unexpectedly, an accident occurred among the Pentos city guards as well.

The confined space of the stairwell was chaotic, and the untrained soldiers wielding their weapons accidentally injured one of their own.

One of the guardsmen had a gash on his arm, caused by his comrade.

Fortunately, it wasn't a severe wound, but he had lost quite a bit of blood and his face was pale.

The Windblown mercenary sat on the ground, clutching his leg as blood flowed freely.

One of the city guards had been chasing him for quite a while and was still panting. Seeing the wretched mercenary wailing on the ground, he couldn't hold back his anger.

He drew his sword, intending to kill the mercenary.

Clang—

"Hmm?"

But as his sword was about to stab down, it was blocked by the captain of the city guard, whose sword still had traces of blood.

This captain seemed much more competent than his colleagues. Of course, not all the guards in Pentos were incompetent.

He was the one who had stabbed Ali's thigh and subdued the Windblown mercenary.

"The Magister wants him alive," he said.

The captain of the city guard was a man in his thirties.

His face was clean and well-groomed, with faint wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and his gaze was calm.

The captain looked deeply at the reckless soldier, then pushed the man's sword away with his own.

"Hmph—"

The reckless soldier was pushed back, snorted in discontent but still reluctantly backed down.

With a click, he sheathed his sword.

His background was far more powerful than that of the captain. If it weren't for the captain's competence...

However, the captain didn't pay him any more attention, his gaze instead falling on the bleeding mercenary sitting on the ground.

He furrowed his brows and spoke.

"First, stop his bleeding."

"Then bring him back for interrogation."

As the captain's words fell, two soldiers stepped forward.

"Yes, Captain Griffin!"

Following that, the two soldiers lifted Ali from the ground and took him to have his wounds treated and bandaged.

Then they took him to the dungeon and pried open his mouth for interrogation.

...

And such scenes were not only happening here but also unfolding in other parts of the city of Pentos.

"Open up!"

Boom—

Squads of imposing soldiers kicked open the doors of inns and taverns.

Then, wielding their weapons, they barged in and began to roughly search all the guest rooms.

"You!"

"Get over here!"

Once they discovered suspicious individuals, they would capture them first, and if they resisted arrest, they would be executed without mercy on the spot.

Pfft—

A soldier killed a mercenary who had clearly lost the ability to resist with a single sword strike.

Chaos was everywhere.

Meanwhile, in a tavern a mile away, the place was now in complete disarray.

Several Pentoshi soldier corpses lay on the ground, having just experienced a fierce battle.

Pfft.

At that moment.

A shirtless Dothraki man pulled his arakh curved blade from a body that was slumped over the tavern counter.

Blood immediately flowed down.

The Dothraki man wiped off the blood that had just splattered onto his cheek.

He was a captain of the Windblown mercenary company, the Ragged Prince's right-hand man, Caggo. The brave Dothraki's expression was somewhat gloomy at this moment.

He knew that their cover must have been blown, but he didn't know if there was a traitor leaking information or if it was for some other reason.

However, it now seemed that the former possibility might be more likely.

The Ragged Prince wanted to lead his brothers to riches, to change their fate and become the masters of Pentos.

But there were selfish people within the Windblown who sought higher gains, betraying their leader and leaking the plan to the Magisters of Pentos.

Perhaps...

There was another possibility.

This traitor might have been a spy planted by the Pentoshi Magisters within the Windblown from the start.

After all, the Ragged Prince's legendary background had long been widely known, and he had never forgotten Pentos.

So the Magisters had planted spies in the Windblown long ago, but they had not yet been discovered...

Damn it!

Caggo's face twisted in anger, the scar on his cheek twitching slightly. He hated betrayal more than anything.

"The plan has been exposed; we can't wait any longer."

The Dothraki man's fierce gaze swept over the Windblown members who were with him.

"So...what should we do?"

"Boss Caggo."

The mercenaries following Caggo exchanged glances.

They had just killed these Pentoshi guards together, and now they were in a predicament with no way out. They had no choice but to follow their leader and see this through to the end.

"Come with me to find the leader; we won't wait for the little king in the royal palace!"

"We'll launch the plan ahead of schedule. As for whether he lives or dies—"

Caggo sneered coldly, holding his bloodstained arakh curved blade, his facial scar looking menacing.

"We'll leave it to fate."

...

The most iconic building in the city of Pentos was the colossal Red Temple.

And within this massive Red Temple...

A red-robed priestess knelt quietly in the silent great hall. Her long red hair spread evenly across her back, and a small fire was placed in front of her to dispel the darkness and cold within the hall.

The beautiful woman stared at the flickering flames as if she could see events yet to unfold within them.

And at that moment...

The sound of footsteps echoed behind Melisandre.