Run! Keep running! Heavy gasps were mixed between his lips, and Pierre didn't know what he was supposed to do, he just knew he had to get out of that hellish place.

He was just a small spy that Petyr had planted in King's Landing, and he could never have imagined that he would be involved in such a terrible and astonishing matter.

The one with the golden robe of the city defense army killed Eddard Stark on his deathbed, and the wife of the Stark patriarch tried to get his daughter's little finger Petyrberry, although he had no intention of getting involved in the Iron Throne, but the situation in King's Landing was something he had to know, how important connections and intelligence were, Petyr knew very well.

What's more, if there's a chance to go further, then who wouldn't.

He had a lot of eyeliner in King's Landing, and the brothel was his biggest gathering place and source of income, but it was all a well-known thing, so he needed to retrain some of the secrets.

So Pierre had the good fortune of being Petil's spy, and his job was very simple, it was to keep an eye on a few ministers of state who had been given to him, what they did every day, when they went out, and other ministers and other things that were in charge of other spies.

Anyway, Petyr has money and can afford to support so many people.

Today, as in the past, Pierre still quietly hides in his small hidden house, staring at the diplomatic palace across the street through the round and narrow wooden lattice window, the large and bright house and garden in contrast to the dilapidated stone and wooden house in which he stays.

But Pierre was satisfied, he had a place to live in King's Landing, and he was very small at the very least. There's only room for one bed. And he was able to get gold coins to buy food. It's already much luckier than the strange creatures that live in the slums.

But tonight, something very unusual seems to have happened.

At the beginning Pierre had a very strange feeling, he felt that the night was particularly gloomy, as if the night in the sky had lost its support and poured down overhead, and all the screams and roars that came from time to time in the city also made him keenly smell a trace of blood.

Sure enough, things quickly took a turn for the worse.

First of all, there was the movement of a large number of city defense troops. This was very wrong, as far as Pierre knew, these golden robes were very lazy and arrogant fellows, and in the middle of the night, even the queen regent could not summon them unless the king himself came out.

Pieces of golden robes and cloaks flashed outside, and large streams of torches mixed together, as if they were rushing somewhere, but since only the king and the former prime minister could mobilize them. Then obviously something happened to King's Landing Castle, but what could happen in the palace?

Pierre was a little strange. The war on the mainland seems to have calmed down recently, and there should be nothing big in the palace, could it be that the previous murder and usurpation will suddenly be repeated today, he became nervous.

In fact, Pierre knows so many things and understands them very well, and everyone wants to go further, so understanding the situation on the mainland can make a small person like him more appreciated.

But what happened next made Pierre's eyeballs almost fall out of his sockets.

The wooden lattice window diagonally above had been carefully stuffed up by Pierre with blocks of wood and boards, leaving no trace to block it, and he extinguished the oil lamp in the room, and then leaned down on the crack in the door and looked out.

The gap was also prepared in advance, and there were some small means along the veins that were slightly larger but not easy to find, so that he could clearly see the scene of the outer door.

The first thing Pierre saw was that the golden robes stopped, and then ...... He saw a naked woman.

The golden robe was right in front of him, and the woman was facing away from him, and Pierre could see clearly by the light of the fire, and he swallowed unconsciously, for he had never seen such a seductive body.

However, he didn't notice that the woman's ears outside the door seemed to move slightly with his swallowing, and just as Pierre pondered whether he should take off his pants, the situation outside changed again.

The woman had been transformed into a monster, a monster, a cruel unknown demon right under his nose, and she began to slaughter the golden-robed city garrisons that had resisted Stannis's army and guarded King's Landing countless times.

Each flick of a claw knocked a golden-robed man down, and each bite sent the blood of the headless corpse rising into the air, and the terrifying monster seemed to slowly turn from black to a dull red.

Pierre crawled silently on the crack of the door, watching the hellish slaughter outside the door, every moment the golden robe fell, the screams of these city guards seemed to penetrate his eardrums, deep into his soul, Pierre's pupils became bigger and more dilated, and then he turned sharply, turned his back to the door, closed his eyes tightly and grasped the ground with both hands.

The screams were pervasive and wanted to penetrate his body, as if a golden robe had escaped here, slamming the door, Pierre did not dare to answer, he could only tremble and push against the door, and then remained silent.

Soon there was no sound outside, and after two loud noises as if the door had been struck by a heavy object, the door was completely silent, and Pierre's eyes were glazed against the wooden door, and then he silently slipped to the ground, his head seemed to be a little dizzy, and in the slight noise he actually had an urge to open the door.

There was a slippery touch from the palm of the hand gripping the ground, and Pierre looked up in confusion to find that it had been completely stained red with blood, and the blood belonging to the golden robe outside had spread in at some point, covering the entire ground, like a sponge that absorbs water.

The glaring red and the gore woke Pierre, and he suddenly came to his senses, he still needed to live, he couldn't die here, to be killed like a golden robe by that monster.

And this may also mean a great credit, the golden robes are very important, and the fact that they were slaughtered by monsters must be even more important, if they are the first to report it, they will definitely be rewarded.

Thinking of this, Pierre seemed to feel his breathing a little lighter, and he continued to sit motionless. Don't dare to move. Don't even dare to look out. Because he didn't know if the monster would be sensitive to gaze.

In the past, when his father taught him to hunt, he always told him that fierce beasts are aware of the gaze of people, so don't look at them with malice, but make yourself friends with wild beasts, and kill them only to free them.

Later, his father died, because when he encountered a noble horse team in the field, he did not look like a good man. So Pierre had no choice but to enter King's Landing on his own.

Immersed in the memory, Pierre did not notice the passage of time, and he did not know how long it had been, as long as countless sunrises and sunsets, and finally there was no sound at all from the outer door.

Pierre looked out through the crack in the door in horror to find that the monster had disappeared, and a dozen or so golden-robed men had become corpses, like a swamp of flesh and blood.

There are two paths in front of him, get out of here or keep waiting, and if you keep waiting, someone will definitely find out here. Maybe there will be more golden robes to clean up the mess, and then you will be safe. But it also means that a piece of news has been exposed, and I have lost the first time of intelligence.

And when you leave here, maybe the monster hasn't left yet, or has been hit by yourself, then it turns out that you are dead, and whether you leave or not is in Pierre's thoughts.

The night outside was silent, the deep night seemed to be mixed with the dark red of blood, and countless invisible human spirits lingered here, the wails of the golden-robed men before they died, and they were hesitating whether to leave or not, just like Pierre.

Squeak-

At last, the wooden door in the alley, which had been tightly closed all along, was opened, and Pierre cautiously slipped out of it, noticing that there were no monsters around, and when it was about safe, he quickly left through the shadows in the corner.

Before leaving, he also took the wooden door with him, and was careful not to leave his footprints with blood.

It all seemed to have been done seamlessly, concealing as much as possible the traces of his existence, but he did not notice that on the top of the door of the room where he had left hung a small bat upside down, which tilted its neck as it watched Pierre leave, and twitched......

"Hah, phew!" Pierre slammed headfirst into the back door of the brothel, leaning against the wall and gasping for breath, he felt like he had never run so fast in his life, and all the air in his lungs had run out of the road just now.

But now that he was finally safe, whether it was a hellish sight or a nightmare, everything was over anyway, and he was safe, and Pierre breathed a sigh of relief when he left behind the tragic image of a gold-robed corpse.

The brothel is their point of contact for delivering news, leaving a few side doors that are very hidden for spies to enter and exit, usually Pierre and they will not come here, because no one can say whether there will be other people's spies staring here, but today there was an accident, Pierre did not dare to guarantee that the terrible monster was still wandering around King's Landing, once he ran into it.

Anyway, it's okay to hand over the information yourself, even if it's exposed, it doesn't matter, maybe you will get a higher position, thinking of this, Pierre, who has regained some strength, got up and walked towards the brothel.

But he still didn't notice that a small bat was hanging upside down on the wooden door beam he had just leaned on, watching him coldly.

"Mr. Darren, Mr. Darren?" Pierre, who came inside, knocked lightly on the door of a very remote room, which was left by one of the directors of the brothel, Petyr, "Mr. Darren, I have something very important. ”

"Strange...... Where did he go. Pierre said to himself, confused, that Mr. Darren rarely leaves here, and that it is the time for Mr. Darren to be in charge, and he will not leave.

"Looking for someone, sir." Suddenly, a voice came from behind him, startling Pierre, who quickly turned around and found that it was the male prostitute and doorman of the brothel, the little brother who often entertained guests, and had a leg with the red viper Oberon.

"Ah...... Yes, looking for someone. Pierre's reaction was quick, and he immediately said calmly, frowning, and pretending to be puzzled, "Helen, have you seen her?" ”

"No, sir." The little brother also seemed to be puzzled, he smiled shyly, and said with a professional, probably the earliest professional smile in the world of ice and fire, "But...... Sir, if you are looking for those beautiful ladies, you are not here to come, this is our internal room. ”

"Uh...... I saw her running down here. Pierre said without thinking.

The little brother smiled, "Our ladies don't run around, they are very obedient, just like Mr. Darren, I told him not to come out, he hasn't been out of the house for a day, and he won't come out if you knock on it again." ”

Pierre's smile stiffened slightly, "I...... I don't know what you're talking about...... I'm going to leave and change ......."

"Forget it." The little brother suddenly showed a weird smile, "You know what I'm talking about. ”

His eyes narrowed, Pierre immediately became nervous, his right hand moved slightly, and he touched the dagger hidden on his body, he didn't know what was going on here, but obviously the situation was not good, but in the face of a male prostitute who was in the way, he still had the courage to fight for survival, "I don't know when you became one of us......"

"I'm not one of you." The boy said, "I am indeed a male prostitute, and I came here after the brothel was established. ”

"What about you...... Know me? Pierre's gaze tightened, he had already moved to kill, he was just looking for the right opportunity,

Although he didn't come to the brothel often, he knew that this was the number one male prostitute in the brothel, but Pierre didn't know when this person joined the spies, and since he wasn't, how did he know that he rarely came to the brothel.

"Don't worry about it." The little brother's gaze seemed to fall on Pierre's right wrist with a meaning, "It's useless to me." ”

He chuckled, "Actually, I know that you haven't been for long, about a month?" A month and a half? Anyway, it's definitely not more than two months, but if you're unlucky, we don't mean anything to you, it's just that you see something you shouldn't see, and although it will eventually be exposed sooner or later, you're still a nuisance. ”

"We?" Pierre was slightly stunned, he was smart, he already knew the meaning of the male prostitute in front of him, obviously the other party knew what he saw tonight, and he came for this, it was because of this incident that he had malicious intentions towards himself and even wanted to kill himself.

Who was he, was he a spy of another family or noble, why did he do this, but Pierre didn't have time to think about these questions, because just when he was slightly stunned, the little brother suddenly opened his mouth, revealing four sharp fangs on the left and right, and a pair of blood-red eyes.

"Oh! Damn it! Pierre cried out in horror that the night's shocks were one after another, and just as he thought he was going to die, the door behind him suddenly opened.

Mr. Darren finally decided to save himself, and a glimmer of hope welled up in Pierre's heart, "Mr. Darren, hurry! I have important information, you must save me! ”

He turned and ran like he was inside the house, but before he could take a step, he bumped into a cold, soft body, and Pierre looked up in confusion, and then he saw a pair of eyes and fangs that were also scarlet.

It was the last sight he had ever seen in his life, but Pierre now finally knew what he meant by we. (To be continued......)