When Count Titus Peck was very young, the desire to kill was in his blood.

Perhaps this stems from dissatisfaction with the decline of the Peck family, or perhaps it is simply a reflection of the darkness in his heart.

Now that the Seven Kingdoms are in turmoil, Count Peck's restless heart can no longer be suppressed, he longs for killing, thirst for blood, and desire to restore the family's former glory.

So when Caesar appointed him as the vanguard and promised to hand over the High Court to the Peck family, the desire to kill in the blood of the Count of Peck suddenly rose.

Looking at the white castle standing on a high hill in front of him, Count Peck seemed to smell blood.

At this time, the gates of the High Court City were wide open, and countless panicked people were scattering and fleeing.

The impact of the previous Deer Rebellion Iron People's invasion has not yet dissipated, and the people of Gao Ting still have a serious psychological shadow for the war, and when they heard the news that the Ma Party army was approaching, the entire castle was in chaos.

Add to that the fact that the Duke of Metz had fled, Lady Olenna had died, and the governor Garth was purging again, so that by the time the Earl of Peck arrived, the entire High Court was covered in commotion and blood.

"Aman, you lead the cavalry in pursuit of the fleeing Tyrrell." The Earl of Peck gave a loud order, "Others, follow me into the city!" Enter the city! ”

……

"Haven't you arrived yet?" Duke Metz asked.

The long ride made the inflatable fish sweat profusely, and the saddle under the butt was as hot as a red-hot soldering iron.

"Lord Duke, please hold on a little longer, it'll be there soon." Geliot Buddha reassured patiently.

"Which dock did you choose?" Duke Mace gritted his teeth and asked, "Why is it so remote!" ”

"It's because it's going to be remote, so that the horse party won't track it down." Seeing that the inflatable fish couldn't hold on any longer, Geliot said, "Why don't we take a break?" ”

Who knew that the Duke of Metz shook his head again and again:

"No, no, no, go, go, I can hold on."

As he spoke, the inflatable fish moved its body on the horse, pouted its buttocks, hugged the horse's neck, and assumed an awkward and ugly pose.

Geliot stifled a smile and said:

"Yes, sir."

After another half a day, the group finally arrived at a small dock on the banks of the Mandeb River, which was almost deserted.

There was not a single figure around, and of course there were no boats in sight, only a few crabs running rampant on the rocky beach.

The Duke of Metz, with the help of his guards, dismounted with difficulty, and when he looked around, he suddenly wondered:

"Where's Geliot, what about the ship that picked us up?"

"It's coming soon." When Geliot said this, his eyes were not on the river, but at the sky.

Duke Mace didn't realize that something was wrong, and was lying on a large rock panting.

The midday sun was rather harsh, and he couldn't help but squint.

"My lord, the person who picked us up is here." Geliot spoke suddenly.

The Duke of Metz then got up from the stone and looked around, but still did not see the shadow of the ship.

"Where? Why didn't I see it? ”

At this moment, the Duke of Metz suddenly heard the sound of leather wings agitating the air from the sky, and he looked up in confusion and saw a white dragon flying by!

"Dragon!" Duke Metz exclaimed in surprise, and in an instant his heart skipped a few beats.

Seeing the indifferent look of Geliot Buddha next to him, Duke Mace understood that he had been sold, even if he was stupid.

"Traitor!" He scolded, turned and ran.

Geliot didn't chase him, just looked at him with a playful look.

Duke Mace ran a few steps and saw the white dragon land in front of him, the shadow cast by his massive body completely enveloping him, and the smoke and dust rising from the leather wings almost made him unable to breathe.

"Ahem...... Kay, Caesar...... Oh no, His Majesty the Storm King......" The white dragon's blood-red eyes made Duke Mace tremble, and he could barely speak, "Son-in-law, my good son-in-law!" ”

He sat on the ground and cried, "I really didn't want to hurt you! It's all forced by my mother, it's all forced by her! ”

"Okay, inflatable fish, I won't kill you." Samwell Road.

Hearing this, the Duke of Metz suddenly rekindled hope in his heart:

"Really?"

"Really." Samwell smiled sincerely, "You're my good father-in-law." ”

……

"Where's the inflatable fish?"

Count Titus Peck strode into the halls of the main castle with a blood-stained sword and a murderous aura.

Garth Tyrell, the head of the High Court opposite, looked calm and spoke:

"Lord Peck, if you can promise not to hurt Duke Metz, I will take you to him."

The Earl of Peck was a little surprised that the inflatable fish was still in the city, and when he heard this, he immediately nodded, and said with an oath:

"How could I hurt Lord Mace, he's my lord. This time we came to the High Court just to clean up the deer party traitors around Lord Mace. ”

Garth seemed to believe the words, and said:

"Okay, you come with me."

The Earl of Peck followed Garth out of the main fort and down the promenade, becoming more and more remote.

"Where are we going?"

"Dungeon."

"Dungeon?" Count Peck was stunned for a moment, then relieved, "Where is Mace hiding?" That's a good idea. ”

Garth didn't speak.

The Earl of Peck was full of interest:

"Garth, you have made a smart choice this time, you should decisively abandon Mace and Olena and join the winning side. If you do this, you might be able to get a castle. ”

"I've never had the luxury of a castle." Garth said lightly, "I just hope you can kill fewer people." ”

"You're not killing less." Earl Peck laughed, "You can see that you really hate those people in the Deer Party. But these guys really deserve to be killed, and the chaos in the river bend is the way it is now, and they are all causing trouble. ”

Garth didn't take a stubble, and moved forward in silence, all the way to the door of the dungeon, and walked in first.

The Earl of Peck followed.

The darkness inside blinded him briefly, and he could only hear the sound of the iron door slamming behind him.

Count Peck was slightly startled, realizing that something was wrong, and was about to open his mouth when he saw a knight of the Tyrells family rushing towards him, the long sword in his hand flashing with a deadly cold light.

"What are you doing!" The sword plunged into the shoulder blade, and the Earl of Peck questioned angrily.

"For the bend!" Another House of Tyrells knight rushed forward.

The Earl of Peck scolded and raised his sword to meet him.

But the sharp pain in his shoulder blades made it impossible for him to even lift his sword.

Whoop –

Another sword pierced into the lower abdomen.

The Earl of Peck let out a scream and staggered backwards.

But Garth held him up in the back, and plunged a dagger into his lower back, whispering in his ear:

"This is what happens to the betrayer!"

The Earl of Peck finally realized that this was a trap for himself.

But he couldn't understand, how dare they kill themselves, Garth?

Outside is the army of the Ma Party, these people killed him, don't they want to live?

The pain swept through his body, and the Earl of Peck fell to his knees, struggled and roared:

"Garth! The horse party will avenge me! ”

Garth smiled sarcastically, leaned over and whispered:

"Peck, haven't you figured out who is going to kill you? There are some games that should not be easily joined. ”

When the Earl of Peck heard this, he trembled, as if he had been struck by another sword.

His mind gradually stalled, but before the darkness completely overwhelmed him, all that was fixed in the mind of the Count of Peck was the image of Caesar holding a glass of red wine and smiling at him.

It turned out to be him......

(End of chapter)