"Protect Her Majesty the Queen!" The captain was aghast. He ordered loudly as he rushed over like a whirlwind.
"Bang —"
He kicked the maid who was struggling to get up in the abdomen and kicked her into the pool.
"Hiss —" The green dragon and the white dragon returned. They circled above Danny's head in anger and helplessness, spitting out thin flames from time to time.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, wake up!"
Seeing the Queen bleeding from her seven orifices and the long wound from her back to her left waist still oozing blue blood, the Unsullied were so scared that their limbs turned cold.
Danny forced her eyes open and said in a daze, "Fire … Fire, make … Fire, bring me … Bring me kerosene, splash me … Ignite!"
"Ah, Snake Lizard Poison! The Queen must have been poisoned by Snake Lizard Poison and went crazy! "The Unsullied who was supporting Danny's body said in horror.
If she could move, she would definitely give this black eunuch warrior a big slap.
"Fire … I … I … Don't burn …" She used almost all her strength.
Her throat muscles atrophied and she could barely breathe. Danny's face started to turn purple.
The captain suddenly quivered and shouted, "Spearhead, Shortsword, Husk, Corn, the four of you help remove Her Majesty's armor and iron boots! The rest of you follow me … "
With that, he led the way to the lower hall. Although the Unsullied did not understand, their excellent military training made them obey the order reflexively.
Four Unsullied pulled out their shortswords and nimbly and quickly pried open the iron buttons on Danny's thighs. The remaining twenty warriors followed the captain to the lower hall.
"Go get the kerosene, the Queen wants to use fire to dispel the poison!" The captain shouted.
With that, he pulled down the kerosene lamp that was hanging on the wall and rushed to Danny's side with it. He splashed seven to eight pounds of kerosene on Danny's body along with the wick.
When Spearhead, Shortsword and the other Unsullied pulled off the Queen's last iron boot, he quickly took out the flint from his waist and set Danny's shirt on fire …
"Boom —"
The orange flames instantly spread to Danny's entire body.
The squad leader did not stop there. He pulled out the dagger at his waist and smashed the table and chair next to him. Then, he piled the pieces of wood and wooden sticks on Danny.
At this time, more than 20 Unsullied also ran over with oil lamp holders. Just as they were hesitating whether they should pour oil on the Queen, the captain with the highest IQ immediately roared, "What are you standing there for? Can't you see that the Queen's hair isn't on fire? "
"Ooh, ooh, ooh …"
The Unsullied One looked down. Her shirt had been burnt to black ash and stuck to the Queen's skin, but her exposed skin was still white and delicate, glowing with vitality.
"Her Majesty really is an Unburnable!" An Unsullied muttered in disbelief.
"Quick, inform the brothers below to go to the kitchen and bring some firewood over," the captain continued to shout.
"Captain, let's lock up that assassin first." An Unsullied pointed at the maid who was struggling to get up from the pool.
"Tie up her limbs. By the way, take off her clothes. Check her teeth carefully, and then put a mouth on her," the captain said hatefully.
An hour later, the indigo sky began to be dotted with shining Eyes of the Night. Jorah Mormont, dressed in iron armor, panted as he climbed up the 100-meter-high Great Pyramid.
Seeing a pile of firewood burning fiercely, he felt cold all over. He was so panicked that he could barely breathe. "Her Majesty … Where's Her Majesty?"
"Under the charcoal, I don't know …"
"Bang, bang, bang — Boom!"
Before the captain could finish his words, the neatly stacked crematorium shook violently … Uh, like a flaming demon struggling to climb out of the fire.
"Boom —"
A white fist reached out from the burning coals, and after a series of rustling noises, Dany sat up, her silver hair hanging loosely behind her.
Her hair, face, neck, and shoulders were all covered in charcoal ash, like a naughty child who had been playing marbles on the ground for a day.
But her eyes were bright, and her violet eyes were full of vitality and vitality.
"Her Majesty!?"
"Your Majesty, are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Danny sat cross-legged in the fire and complained, "The charcoal ash makes it hard for me to breathe, and the temperature inside is not as high as the outer flame, so it's uncomfortable to burn. Sigh, it seems that I'll have to build a grill where I can lie comfortably in the future. "
Jorah Mormont's mouth was wide open, and his face was dull. He could not help but think: the street teppanyaki was magnified a hundred times, and the queen was lying on it and burning …
Hurriedly dispelling the messy thoughts in his mind, Mormont asked, "Your Majesty, do you know who sent the assassin?"
"Needless to say, it must be the Gith." Danny rolled her eyes.
Jorah Mormont looked around and saw that there were no outsiders, so he asked directly, "I heard that it was Doreah who assassinated you? She … "
His tone was difficult, as if he could not believe it. "Is she a spy of the King's Landing, or … a faceless one?"
The last word almost exhausted all his strength, because the meaning of the word "faceless" was too terrible.
"You haven't found Doreah's body yet?" Danny frowned.
Her words were tantamount to admitting the identity of the assassin. Jorah exhaled a long breath and murmured, "I thought the Gith slave masters were rotten, but I didn't expect them to be so bold.
Your Majesty, this war is not over yet, we have to take down Meereen and Kaiyuan, those Gith people are too rich. "
The captain looked at Jorah, then looked at Danny and said, "Your Majesty, the pyramid has almost been cleaned, and Miss Doreah was not found."
"That … the Unsullied whose pet dog is called Doraemon, call him here." Danny thought for a moment and said.
"You mean Ironhead who guards the north gate of the palace?" The captain asked.
"His name is Ironhead?" This rustic name made Danny complain in her heart, "I don't know his name, when I entered this afternoon, his dog barked at me."
"Oh, he's Ironhead, I'll call him up." The captain nodded.
Danny didn't know Ironhead's name, but she had seen him and his dog no less than ten times, but they were all just passing acquaintances and had never communicated with each other. However, the dog had never bared its teeth at her before, but today it was unexpectedly irritable, as if it had met an extremely hated enemy.
At first, she thought that she had just killed someone today, and her body was stained with a lot of blood, and the dog was stimulated by the murderous aura.
Now that she thought about it, the dog was not targeting her at all. "Doreah" was just beside her, and the dog was aware of her identity as an assassin. Danny and the little Unsullied misunderstood the keen dog.
"Your Majesty, are you … are you okay?" In a moment, the little Unsullied trotted over with the grey-skinned dog.
Seeing Dani bathing in flames for the first time, Kid was so shocked that he was tongue-tied. His greyhound was also obediently curled up beside his leg. Perhaps it was frightened by the three dragons lying beside it.
Well, the Soul Attack ended, and Big Black's soul returned to its place, and not long after, it struggled to fly out of the sea.
It was also because he saw that Big Black was fine that Mormont continued to stay on the city wall to continue to command the battle until the sky darkened, and the last enemy ship disappeared from sight.
"I'm fine, you're called Ironhead, right?" Danny said with a smile.
"Yes, I'm called Ironhead."
"Your dog, Doraemon, before I came back today, did you see Doreah?"
"No, the guards at the north gate of the palace take turns in the morning, afternoon, and evening. I'm young, and the captain didn't let me take the night shift. These days, I come at noon and get off work after dark."
"Doreah watched the citizens fight the lawsuit in the hall on the first floor in the morning, had lunch with me at noon, and didn't return to the palace on the top floor in the afternoon." Missandei said immediately.
"Ironhead, when was the last time you saw Doreah?" Danny asked again.
Ironhead replied without hesitation, "The evening before yesterday, Sister Doreah and I sat on the stone steps to feed Doraemon, she liked Doraemon before."
"The day before yesterday … the day I left." Danny frowned as she pondered, the firewood crackling around her. Under the night sky, the orange flames kissed her cheeks like little fairies, and her silver-gold hair danced rhythmically with the waves of fire.
Beautiful, mysterious, like a goddess of fire.
"Have you checked the vault?" Danny asked.
She suddenly thought that Doreah was in charge of the key to the vault, and if Faceless One replaced Doreah, he would definitely have her key.
"Yes," the captain said.
"Hmph, are you sure you searched the Gold Coin Lake?" Danny said lightly.
"This …"
"Go look again. Oh right, bring Ironhead and his Doraemon. "
Danny confiscated more than ten million gold royals from the slave owners. Gold royals were the currency of Westeros, and Slave Bay used Radiance Coins. In other words, the queen's vault had more than 40 million gold Radiance Coins.
The number of silver Radiance Coins was more than 500 million, and copper coins were not qualified to enter the queen's vault.
She did not count it carefully, and only estimated it by weighing it.
It was almost piled up into a gold and silver lake, and not only could one swim in it, one could even get a small boat to row on the lake.
"Found it, Your Majesty, Miss Doreah was indeed buried in the gold coins."
Only a quarter of an hour later, two Unsullied carried a body that was still slowly twitching to the front of the fire.
"Wuwuwu, Sister Doreah, don't die." Ironhead pulled Doreah's hand and cried, and Doraemon was also anxiously circling on the side, letting out sad whimpers.
"Doreah …"
Doreah was not completely dead, and from her forehead to her neck, there was a layer of white cloth wrapped around her, and only her two nostrils leaked out. Traces of scarlet soaked the cotton cloth, emitting a faint smell of blood and medicine.
Anesthetic? Painkillers? Disinfectant?
Danny almost instantly guessed Faceless One's purpose: the corpse would emit a corpse's smell, and the gold coins could not block it, and Faceless One was not sure when Danny would return.
Doreah's chest was still moving up and down, but her breathing was rapid, less in and more out.
"Bring her over." Danny in the fire waved to the Unsullied with tears.
As soon as the tears fell down her cheeks, they quickly evaporated in the orange flames.
"Maybe she can still be saved." Chora hesitated.
"Can't save her, she … let her be free as soon as possible." Danny said sadly.
"Maybe we can let Doreah tell —"
"No need." Danny waved her hand to interrupt him.
Through strong external stimulation, Doreah might be able to recover for a while, so that she could ask about the situation after she was captured by Faceless One.
But without asking, Danny could imagine that Faceless One must have obtained a lot of information related to Danny and Doreah herself from Reese's maid through cruel means.
But what was the point of this except to make Doreah more painful?
The skin on her lips was peeled off …
The Unsullied braved the wantonly rolling flames and put Doreah on Danny's arms. After a moment of hesitation, the captain also pulled out his dagger and put it on Doreah's abdomen.
"Beep Beep Beep Beep …" Reese's maid's dress was burning in the fire. Danny held Doreah in her arms with her left hand and held the dagger to her throat with her right hand.
"Doreah, you …" Danny suddenly turned her head and pushed the dagger forward.
"Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle …" Fresh blood splattered onto the charcoal fire, giving off white smoke that stank of burnt flesh.
Dani saw a colorful spiritual substance floating out of Doreah's body. It seemed to form a figure in the night sky, smiling and waving at her. It even said to her, "Kalixi, take care. Goodbye!"
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