area51novel Chapter 109 Weeding Must Be Done Thoroughly!
Chapter 109 Weeding Must Be Done Thoroughly!
Chapter 109 Weeding Must Be Done Thoroughly!
"Finally escaped Braavos!"
On a small island off the coast of Braavos, a tall, thin, and haggard man, having just disembarked from a merchant ship, stood with his hands on his hips, his face pale, feeling nauseous but unable to vomit, in a state of extreme discomfort.
"Taichu, this is still within the Beggar King's territory. We should be careful. Look, there are still the Beggar King's soldiers here. We'll replenish our supplies quickly and then leave as soon as possible. Once we reach the vault, that's when we can truly escape Braavos."
The man's companion came over, supporting him as he gestured to the scattered soldiers not far away and whispered something.
Behind the two men were seven or eight other pale-faced men, and a dozen or so guards.
"Look at him, he's nothing but the Beggar King's lackey!"
"Hmph, I will definitely hire an army strong enough to crush Braavos, and let that damned Beggar King know the consequences of his actions!"
The man named Taichu suddenly turned around and stared fiercely in the direction of the city of Braavos.
Taichu had long legs, a thin goatee that almost reached his waist, a narrow face, and wore a three-tiered brimless hat made of purple felt, as well as a dark purple robe with a stiff false collar and white mink fur trim.
You can tell from Taechu's attire and tone of voice that he is not a nobody in the Iron Bank.
He was one of the descendants of the twenty-three founders, and he held a key that could open the vault door.
Although Taichu was hardly a decision-maker within the Iron Treasury, with everyone scattering and fleeing, he was very likely the only one to escape.
Thinking of this, a glint of ambition flashed in Taichu's eyes. It would be best if all those old men were dead, so that when he led the army to quell the Beggar King, he would be the new leader of the Iron Treasury!
"Let's go first, find a place to rest and replenish our supplies," Taichu said, glancing one last time in the direction of the city and the Iron Treasury before issuing the order.
"Don't worry, without the key, the Beggar King will definitely not be able to open the vault door in a short time. Besides, Malone has a thousand soldiers under his command. Even if they were a thousand pigs, they could hold off the Beggar King's soldiers for a while, relying on the high walls."
His companion, thinking that Taichu was worried about the safety of the Iron Treasury, immediately spoke up.
Taichu didn't speak, but thought to himself: If those old men are unlucky enough to be captured by the dragon soldiers, Viserys, who has the key, will certainly be able to open the vault!
Thinking of this, Taichu felt not only worried but also somewhat anxious. They had to hurry, after all, the gold in the vault couldn't compare to the wealth in the Iron Vault.
Once Viserys gets his hands on the gold mine, he can easily expand his army ahead of the curve.
At that time, the descendants of the founders of the Iron Vault, who lived here even before the ancestors of the Braavos, will truly have to leave their homes, swallow their broken teeth, and spend their remaining days miserably clutching the small mountain of gold in the vault.
Meanwhile, Visser, having seized all the wealth of the Iron Treasury, began a purge of the city's "outlaws."
For this arduous task, Viser naturally entrusted it entirely to the more than 1,000 new players who had just logged in. Well, now there are less than 1,000. Many players did not join a guild on their first day of logging in. Some were backpacking around Braavos, while others left Braavos to see how far the horizon was.
Anyway, the task of causing chaos in Braavos fell to six or seven hundred new players who were particularly willing to "follow orders".
With Viser's guarantee of a 70/30 split of loot and the promise of a free set of basic equipment for each person, these six or seven hundred people, led by a small number of law enforcement and secret police players, began a city-wide manhunt... cough, manhunt!
"Don't run! Catch him!"
At a street corner in Braavos, a panicked man jumped into the waterway in front of him and swam toward the street on the opposite bank.
Behind him, a dozen or so ragged but muscular new players, each wielding a longsword, openly staged a gangster chase.
Pfft!Pfft!
The players, unwilling to let the prize that was practically within their grasp slip away, all jumped into the waterways.
The man being chased struggled to climb to the other side, and just as he got up to continue his escape, he was kicked back into the waterway.
"You're pretty fast, aren't you?"
An enforcement team player, clad in chainmail and wearing a blue robe, stood with his arms crossed, watching the guy being locked up by the strongman in the waterway with a mocking expression.
The man, who had been forced to drink a lot of water, was thrown onto the shore.
The enforcement team player crouched down, reached out and grabbed the other person's hair, and asked in a low voice, "Where's the gold?"
"Wh...what gold? What are you talking about? I don't understand at all!" The man rolled his eyes and shook his head.
"Tsk, still so stubborn!" The enforcement team player waved his hand angrily, and several new players immediately pressed the man's head down and poured it into the not-so-clear seawater in the waterway.
Glug glug~
"If you don't talk, we'll take you to the West Ice Storage!" the enforcement team player shouted again.
"It's not here with me, it's on the second floor of Tom's Tavern. He lives in the room by the window in the hallway. The stuff is with him!"
The man finally confessed that after the enforcement team players got what they wanted, they immediately waved for the two new players to escort the guy back.
Then, he led the remaining people and quickly ran towards the place the man had indicated.
Soon, in Tom's Tavern on the next street, a man in a blue robe led seven or eight men wielding longswords into the building and headed straight for the second floor.
The tavern owner was about to speak when one of the tall, burly men glared at him and shut him up: "You'd better know your place, or we'll tear this lousy place down!"
Old Tom, the boss, was so frightened that he dared not say another word.
Seeing this spectacle, the guests on the first floor dared not stay to watch the excitement and all left.
As the enforcement team rushed up to the second floor, a man burst out of a room near the window, carrying a box. Upon seeing them, he turned and ran towards the window.
The players from the enforcement team immediately pulled out a taut crossbow from behind their backs. The man had just climbed onto the window when he was shot in the back and fell down.
"Catch them!"
When everyone returned downstairs, the unfortunate man had already broken his neck, was lifeless, and dead.
The enforcement team players indifferently took the box from the other person's corpse and then left with their men.
Soon, in the office of "calling a mouse a duck," a row of keys was placed on his desk.
"Chief, in this operation, we successfully apprehended six high-ranking members of the Iron Treasury, recovered 670,000 in loans from He Long, warned 112 borrowers, dismantled seven resistance organizations, and swept away 14 outposts of street thugs. It was a resounding success!"
The Flying Bat, with its body slightly bowed, reported word by word.