Ferrego Antaryon, the Sealord of Braavos in this generation, was found dead in his bed with his heart pierced.
His bodyguard, the First Sword of this generation, Qarro Volentin, also perished by his bedside, and several royal guards died at the entrance to the chambers. Not long after, news spread from the Sealord's Palace: Qarro Volentin had attempted to assassinate the Sealord and was killed by loyal guards. There were also unreliable rumors that Wright Baratheon was responsible, though the guards at the Sealord's Palace reported they hadn't seen Wright enter or exit the chambers.
By now, it was deep into the night. Earlier, the city had been in chaos, with citizens fleeing in every direction. After the incident at the Sealord's Palace, most of the soldiers stationed around the city had begun to gather there, preparing for a lockdown.
At this point, Wright was already on the streets. He could no longer find Nymeria and the others.
"If I can't find them, let them come find me."
Wright casually boarded a small boat and tossed the boatman a coin.
"Take me to the foot of the Titan of Braavos."
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Ronald Connington, Harry Strickland, and Daemon Sand arrived at the Drowned Town with soldiers from Dorne.
"My gods!" Harry Strickland exclaimed as he entered the ruins, his face wide with astonishment.
Ronald Connington walked ahead: "Hurry up, we need to find the officers of the Golden Company and confirm if any of them are still alive."
"Understood, Lord Ronald. I'll try to keep up, but this place is hard to navigate," Harry replied, struggling to move through the wreckage.
Everywhere around them were collapsed buildings, scattered rubble, charred wood still releasing thin smoke, with occasional sparks rising. The group began to spread out to search.
"There's someone here!" Daemon Sand shouted, calling the others over.
"How are we supposed to recognize anything here?"
Several soldiers began clearing the rubble and debris. Beneath the ruins, more than ten charred bodies were found huddled together.
One soldier used a spear to lift a body. The body was burned black, with fingers and toes reduced to ash, the clothing long since burned away, and the skin outside blackened. As the soldier moved the spear, the charred parts fell away, revealing the roasted remains underneath, giving off the smell of cooked meat.
"We can't identify them anymore," Daemon Sand said, poking at a decapitated head with his spear.
Harry Strickland leaned in: "Look for the gold on their arms! The officers wear gold rings on their arms, and the Captain-general has more. It's their honor and wealth. Even if the gold is melted, it should still be nearby."
Daemon Sand shouted to the Dornish soldiers: "Search around the bodies for any gold! Hurry, we need to find it before the city guards arrive!"
"Got it!" The soldiers scattered, searching the area quickly.
Ronald Connington placed a hand on Harry Strickland's shoulder. "The new leader of the Golden Company, huh? Are you planning to take back the gold from these dead officers?"
"The gold will be taken back, especially since some of their children are still in the company," Harry Strickland replied, looking at Ronald's fierce expression. "But sometimes, the enemy steals it."
Ronald Connington slapped his shoulder hard.
"Ronald Connington!" Daemon Sand stepped forward. "The gold must be returned!"
Daemon had been involved in Oberyn's secret plans and knew that the Golden Company was largely under Oberyn's control now. From the leader to the officers and sergeants, all positions had been filled by trusted allies. Taking the gold meant taking the Prince of Dorne's wealth, and Daemon couldn't ignore that.
Ronald Connington's face turned red with rage. "Who do you think you are?"
"The glory of your brother doesn't belong to you. Your family's lands and noble titles were confiscated by Robert, and now you're just a fugitive who fled to Essos! You should address me as Ser Daemon Sand!" Daemon didn't back down.
Ronald Connington reached for his sword, but his son, "Red Ronnet", quickly ran over to stop him.
"Father, don't! The Golden Company is our ally!"
"Hmph!" Ronald Connington rested his hand on the sword's hilt, giving Daemon Sand a contemptuous glance before turning to walk away.
Daemon Sand waved off the Dornish soldiers who had gathered around and watched Ronald's retreating figure. "With scum like him around, it's only a matter of time before something goes wrong."
Before long, the soldiers found more charred bodies and discovered molten gold beneath one of the larger, muscular corpses. The gold block was the biggest of them all.
The group gathered around. Harry Strickland carefully examined the remains. "Based on the build and the size of the molten gold, this is Myles Toyne! No doubt about it."
Daemon Sand stood up, looking at the corpse. He didn't need to carry out the task himself, as the target had already been dealt with by Wright.
Harry Strickland continued, "According to Golden Company rules, the head of every former Captain-general is always chopped off and hung on the company flag."
Everyone nodded, familiar with the rule, but Harry's gaze lingered on them, waiting for them to act.
"We're not part of the Golden Company. Do you expect us to do the dirty work of chopping off the previous commander's head? You do it!" Daemon Sand unsheathed a dagger from his waist and threw it at Harry.
Harry's expression changed, but he could only grit his teeth and take the dagger, beginning the grim task of skinning the head.
Meanwhile, Wright had reached the foot of the Titan of Braavos. When he arrived in Braavos, he realized the giant was actually a military stronghold. The inside was hollow, with passageways leading up to the giant's head.
The soldiers stationed here saw Wright approaching and intended to stop him, but several officers quickly intervened.
The officers had already received word that the fiery storm was caused by Wright, and that the Sealord had been assassinated by his bodyguard, throwing the city into chaos. With the situation in disarray, the few lower-ranking soldiers dared not stop Wright. If they did, even the Titan itself might become a raging fire.
The officers bowed to Wright in a noble manner and gestured for the soldiers to clear the way.
"My lord Wright, shall I guide you?" one of the officers asked.
Wright paused. Hearing the familiar tone, he sensed that this officer was well-trained.
"Please, lead the way."
With the officer's guidance, Wright successfully entered the Titan's interior. As a military stronghold, the place was filled with mechanisms and guarded by many soldiers. The Titan stood at the only large ship exit in Braavos; controlling the Titan was equivalent to controlling the city itself.
After passing numerous winding staircases, they finally reached the Titan's eye level, and the officer was exhausted.
"Go ahead and rest," Wright said. "I'll go down myself later."
"Thank you, my lord Wright," the officer said, panting. "I'll send a servant up with some food." The area was barren except for two braziers, so there was little to damage. The officer felt reassured and went down to rest.
Wright grabbed the Titan's eye socket, flipping over it and leaping outside the eye, then quickly climbed onto the Titan's helmet.
The sea breeze was strong at the height, and Wright steadied himself on the decoration at the center of the helmet, gazing at the city of Braavos below. The view felt exhilarating!
Taking out the Dark Sister, Wright carved a few words into the Titan's helmet: "Wright Baratheon was here."
On a nearby ship, Oberyn, Nymeria, and Tyene were chatting on the deck about the events of the night. It seemed like no one in the city would be able to sleep.
Tyene suddenly pointed to the top of the Titan. "Look, isn't that Wright on top of the Titan?"
The others looked over. Despite the darkness, the Titan's head still had some illumination from the nearby lighthouse.
Nymeria said, "That's him! The clothes are the ones I bought for him in Myr, and his movements are unmistakable."
Oberyn raised an eyebrow. "Then why is he taking his pants off?"
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