Chapter 399 White Maggot Xiaomei's Brothel

Royce was stunned when he heard this, and said in a deep voice: "Our primary target is the Dornish army, drive them out of the Stormlands."

Aemond thought quickly, pointed to the distance between Mistwood and Stonehelm, and analyzed: "Send a team to support Mistwood, we can block the Dornish retreat on three sides."

Dorne's fighting style is to fight and run, and continue to harass.

A team rushing from Mistwood to Stonehelm can indeed block the retreat and prevent the Dornish from entering the rainforest like last time.

Royce raised his eyebrows unconsciously, smelling a different intention.

Cole on the side saw the deadlock and said: "My lord, we have two dragons, it is easy to break through the Dornish line."

"Do you agree with the prince's strategy?"

Royce asked back.

Aemond's eyes were restrained, staring at the tall Cole.

A drop of cold sweat dripped down Cole's forehead, and he whispered, "We can arrange for Lanino to lead the team to rescue Wulin City. He is eager to ride a dragon to fight."

As an underground lover, he has certain privileges.

Royce frowned secretly and turned to look at Aemond: "What do you think?"

"Very good."

Aemond promised readily: "Lannino will go to the battle, and I will stay in the rainforest to clean up the remaining Dornishmen."

Royce heard it made sense and reluctantly agreed: "I will go back to organize the army. The king ordered 3,000 soldiers to help, and you will stay in the camp."

Then, he looked at Cole and said coldly: "Go find Sir Lanino, the general's order has been issued."

"Yes, sir."

Cole hurriedly said.

Royce gave Aemond a few more words and walked out of the tent with his head down.

At this time, the importance of command is highlighted.

There are two dragon riders in the army, which greatly affects the battlefield command.

Watching Royce leave, Aemond's eyes were gloomy and uncertain, thinking about how to deal with Lord Swan of Stonehelm.

He was a man who held grudges.

The Swan family opposed his fiancée's inheritance of Storm's End and slandered the reputation of Targaryen.

He had to vent his anger.

Feeling that the atmosphere was wrong, Cole swallowed his saliva and hurriedly left.

He had to find Lanino.

His partner had not shown up in recent days, so he couldn't help but be a little suspicious.

...

At night, the stars were shining.

In King's Landing, the night wind blew slowly, dispelling the heat of the day and bringing a hint of coolness.

A city with messy buildings, streets and alleys as complicated as tree roots, and dilapidated shacks built everywhere.

Looking around, many half-dressed people gathered in the shacks, holding broken bowls and drinking a kind of food called "brown soup".

Occasionally, a few children ran around, stealing in groups for food.

This is the flea den that even the golden robes are unwilling to patrol, and the most chaotic people.

Creaky...

A carriage stopped in front of a low stone building, and the wooden wheels rubbed on the broken stone road.

After years of wear and tear, the once intact bluestone slabs were trampled into pieces.

If there were no special people cleaning the streets every day, there would only be smelly feces and urine on the slabs, and the real appearance could not be seen at all.

In the carriage, a young man was alert to the surroundings, wearing a black robe to cover his face.

Not far away, the low stone building was brightly lit, and the sound of men and women making love came out.

On the top floor of the low building, there was a hidden attic.

White Maggot Xiaomei-Mesalia wore a black velvet hooded robe with blood-red silk.

The pale and beautiful face was indifferent, sitting on the window sill of the attic with legs crossed, looking at the night view through the window.

Based on her appearance and temperament alone, she seemed not to be a prostitute, but more like a noble and beautiful woman who had experienced vicissitudes of life.

"Madam Mei, I've been waiting for a long time."

A man in a black robe pushed the door open and took off his hood to reveal his true face.

It was Otto Hightower, who had close contacts with the white maggots.

Otto asked directly as soon as he entered the door: "I heard that you are planning to leave. Do you have enough money?"

"Don't worry, I have saved a lot of private money over the years."

Mesaria turned her head and glanced at the other party meaningfully.

"That is the reward you deserve."

Otto looked normal and said: "Since you are leaving, do you want to sell some key information?"

"That is why I invited you here."

Mesaria said frankly without much nonsense: "I have some friends in Lys. The disputed land is a mess now, and I really need adults like you."

The word "adult" was emphasized.

To be fair, Mesaria admired the Targaryen Crown Prince and was relieved about the fate of the Three Women's Kingdom.

Those were three city-states full of slavery, where she fell.

But the rules of the world are dirty.

When the original adults of the Three Women's Kingdom are cleared out, a new batch of adults will fill in.

Otto ignored the other party's teasing, first asked about Rees's situation, and then said: "Myr is very quiet?"

"Among the Three Women's Kingdoms, Myr seems calm, but in fact, undercurrents are surging."

Messaria's eyes condensed, and she said: "Rees was stabilized by the crown prince, Daemon suppressed Tyrosh by force, and only Myr is still in chaos."

The uncrowned queen is uncrowned after all, and she is not a queen.

Rhaenys has a strong character, but she does not have much experience in governing the city-state.

The peace of Myr depends entirely on the Unsullied Legion and the Knights of the Vale.

Otto nodded secretly, thinking about how to profit from it.

According to the Crown Prince, Myr will adopt a monarchy system similar to King's Reign.

He can arrange his nephews and confidants to serve as ministers, and can also use the fleet of Oldtown to take the lead in opening up maritime trade and control Myr's port resources.

Hightower has always been skilled in similar means.

Politics is not only about war, but also about connections and wealth.

Whoosh!

A wisp of cool breeze blew into the attic, and the candlelight on the chandelier swayed.

Messaria lowered her sleeves to cover her exposed pale skin and took the initiative to speak: "Braavos has recruited a group of mercenaries, and the port of Sunspear can receive a batch of goods every three days."

"If you really have the heart to serve your country, you should focus on this and urge the king in the Red Castle."

Otto came back to his senses slightly and said lightly: "I will."

Messaria glanced at him and knew that the other party didn't take it to heart.

Sighed secretly, with contempt in her heart.

She was a dancer, then became a prostitute, and was taken in as a mistress by Daemon.

She did not rely on Daemon's help, but achieved today's results step by step.

Although she was born in a humble family, she still has a compassionate heart.

Too many lives were lost in the Battle of the Narrow Sea, and there were countless homeless orphans in Flea Bottom.

If the Dorne War breaks out again, more refugees will pour into King's Landing.

Otto raised his eyelids, his eyes were particularly deep.

Just a prostitute, and Daemon's mistress.

If it wasn't for his use, he wouldn't have taken a second look.

Speaking of kindness, he helped countless people when he was the King's Hand, and he reclaimed wasteland and cultivated land as the Minister of Civil Affairs, helping refugees to settle down and start businesses.

A rotten maggot, relying on selling his body and opening a brothel to make a profit, buying orphans and vagrants to collect intelligence.

Low to the bone!

Otto stayed for a while and said goodbye.

"There are many people coming to King's Landing, and there are many people."

Mesaria looked at the scallion fingertips and sighed softly: "I'm leaving. I can't take some small spiders with me, so I'll leave them for you to drive."

Otto paused and glanced at the calm pale woman from the corner of his eye.

After thinking for a while, he pushed open the door: "I'll have someone send you a sum of money for your departure."

Outside the door, several boys of different heights stood stiffly, all of them orphans in shabby clothes.

"My lord!"

The orphans greeted with a humble look.

Otto nodded calmly, "Collect intelligence for me, I will pay you."

The orphans thought they had heard wrong, and glanced at Messalia in the room in surprise.

Messalia didn't even raise her head, and said casually: "This lord is very rich, you should know that."

This group of orphans often wandered between various "lords" and were very discerning.

Hearing that they were asked to join another master, they saluted Otto and ran out of the low building.

Otto didn't care, put on his hood and followed him downstairs.

When the attic returned to silence, Messalia turned around again and looked at the night view of King's Landing, which she had long been tired of seeing.

It's inevitable to develop feelings when you stay in one place for too long.

Unfortunately, it's also a dirty and smelly cesspool.

Maggots are inevitable!

...

Red Castle.

In the banquet hall, countless nobles gathered here, dancing to the drums and music.

The royal ravens spread throughout the Seven Kingdoms, and the news of the destruction of the Three Women's Kingdom spread far and wide.

Take advantage of the arrival of Maiden's Day and celebrate in advance.

Viserys sat in the main seat, holding a cup of wine and laughing.

If the hall was not too crowded, he would have wanted to go downstairs to dance.

Halfway through drinking, he looked around.

Including Rhaegar, none of his children were left, as if they had agreed to be gone.

Viserys was a little discouraged.

He glanced at the empty seat next to him, and Queen Alisson was not there either.

He left early on the grounds of feeling unwell.