The cat by the canal was still called Kitty, but she was no longer a servant for Brusco the fishmonger.
The daughter of the noblest duke had been reduced to the lowliest fishmonger's maid.
Going from noblest to lowliest was the best way to erase her past as Arya.
When Kitty could do the lowliest things with a peaceful mind, Kitty's training by the canal came to an end.
Half a month ago, she had begun the next phase of her training: to observe with her eyes, to learn the movements and characteristics of every person, every type of person, and to integrate herself into that identity, to adapt herself to any situation that suited her current identity.
She was the cat by the canal, the cat who sold oysters along the canal.
"Scallops, mussels, clams."
That night, as usual, Kitty pushed a wooden cart along the canal that led to the Old Clothmen's Wharf, and whenever someone passed by, she would shout.
"Oysters, prawns, fat green mussels."
She would smile at them.
A smile was the best way to convey friendliness and lower one's guard.
The kind man had taught her that.
Kitty believed him.
Many times, when faced with her now dry, long, black, ugly face, people would stop and buy a few oysters because of her smile.
The kind man had also taught her that words could deceive a person's heart, but the slightest of expressions and subconscious movements could deceive a person's soul. A smile was also an expression that could deceive a person, far more so than words.
At first, only people with a heart of compassion would be affected by Kitty's ugly smile.
Gradually, Kitty's smile became more and more varied.
She was learning, she was imitating, she was summarizing, she was innovating.
Her smile was natural and sincere.
Now the cat can discern the likes and dislikes of people by their appearance and habitual little gestures, and can accordingly give sweet, pitiful, flattering, humble smiles that make the other feel noble, noble enough to bestow upon the cat a few pennies, according to their liking.
When she could see people's hearts and minds, when she could adjust herself to suit them, Kitty began to succeed.
For example, there was an actress named Sloane on the Opera Ship, shrewd, stingy, and vain.
She knew that most actresses would be miserable in their later years, so she put her salary in the bank for old age. However, she hooked up with Alaco and Quince, who were from the same theater, so that the two male companions could take turns paying for her luxurious city life.
But even Sloy would often spend a silver coin to buy oysters from the cat.
Another example was the madam of the Happy Wharf, known as Merry Merry. Every time she saw a cat pushing a cart past the brothel, she would buy a dozen oysters and give them to the girls in the brothel.
When the lanterns were lit, Mei Ruilin was standing at the door, shaking the biggest breasts in Braavos. Suddenly, she saw the ugly girl smiling shyly at her. She waved her hand out of habit and shouted, "Kitty, give me a dozen oysters. Send them to the backyard and share them with my babies."
Mao 'er readily agreed.
After leaving the Happy Pier, the cat did not have many oysters left.
He could go home now.
She began to walk in the direction of the Divine Islands.
However, she would not go directly to the Divine Islands. It was still early, and the kind people did not let her sell oysters. Instead, they let her see more people by selling oysters and teach her to become more people.
She walked in a circle and continued to push the cart.
"Scallops, mussels, clams."
Mao 'er called again.
She met an acquaintance.
She often met him at the Happy Pier. He liked the 14-year-old blonde girl named Lana the most.
Mei Ruilin priced Lana at three times the price of an ordinary girl, and he never tired of it, because he was a very clever thief and assassin.
He made money quickly.
However, she rarely saw him recently. When she was delivering the oysters, little Lana asked the cat, "Have you seen Rogo? I haven't seen him for a long time."
Mao 'er was also very curious. Did Rogo have a new lover?
So, she leaned over and showed the innocent charm of Lolita. Her face was thin and dark, but her eyes were big and bright. She knew that he liked this type.
In the past, she had even used this smile to make him teach her his unique skill, the Hidden Sword in His Sleeve.
"Go away!"
But this time, Mao 'er miscalculated. Red Rogo only glanced at her coldly and strode away.
No, it was not a miscalculation. She knew that there would be such an ending.
Through his steps that had lost the rhythm of the Water Dancer, and the faint murderous aura buried deep in his expression, she knew that he must have killed someone and was injured himself.
She had seen similar situations several times. After all, he was a thief and an assassin.
Of course, an assassin had to kill. If he did not kill, how could he find the money to find Lana?
Mao 'er looked at Red Rogo's figure and whispered, "The smell of blood is very fresh. The battle happened two hours ago.
Left palm, right leg, an inch below the base of the leg. The injuries were treated by a doctor.
His face was pale and he lost a lot of blood.
There was a bag behind the cloak. Inside it was an object that weighed ten pounds. He did not pay much attention to it.
His mission should have been successful, but he is in a bad mood tonight. "
Her eyes flashed. Mao 'er pushed the cart near the river. She looked left and right and lifted the cart.
"Crash!" Lobsters, scallops, clams, and more than ten oysters were all poured into the canal.
Then she pushed the shabby cart into a side alley and tilted it beside a pile of messy wood.
"Pa pa pa!"
Mao 'er patted her thin face a few times. Her clothes did not change, her face did not change, but the cowardly peddler was gone.
Now, anyone who saw her would think that Mao 'er was a little hoodlum on the streets.
Before Red Rogo reached the next intersection, Little Hoodlum caught up with him and easily followed behind him.
Mao 'er's goal was never to sell oysters.
As for kind people …
If she could bring him a piece of information that even he did not know, he would not blame her for throwing ten carts of oysters.
Red Rogo was a powerful Water Dancer.
But the person who followed him out of curiosity was a Faceless.
So, he did not know that a pair of bright gray eyes in the darkness watched him stop. He stopped at a stone bridge where there were few people. He untied the bag and hid it in the rubble under the bridge.
Winter was coming, and the canal had entered a dry season. Slippery rocks were exposed on both sides of the river.
Mao 'er did not follow Red Rogo anymore, because her curiosity about the bag surpassed the assassin's next move.
When he left, she immediately walked over, looked at the rocks, untied the bag …
"Demon Mother Of Dragons! “
She shouted a slogan that was currently popular in Braavos and used to express shock.
"Red Rogo, that bastard, even killed a baby. He often bragged in front of Lana that he was the most gentlemanly assassin, that even kings and generals would not tremble from his sword. But when faced with women and children, he always turned and left."
Looking at the corpse of the baby whose skin had turned gray, and then at the featureless dagger in the baby's heart, Mao 'er's expression changed.
Mao 'er returned to the dark alley, threw the bag on the cart, and pushed it to the Island of Gods. The Black and White House received a large number of corpses every day, and was also responsible for dealing with the corpses that no one took care of.
The wooden boat quietly approached and quietly sent Mao 'er to the dock of the Black and White House. During this time, they did not say a word, and did not even give each other an expression.
"… I was very curious, so I followed and finally found this."
Every night when she returned, Mao 'er would report her findings to the kind man, as well as the news she heard on the streets, on the dock, and in the brothel.
"Yes."
The kind man smiled kindly.
He was very satisfied with her performance today.
He would not feel any heartache even if a hundred carts of oysters fell into the river.
"Red Rogo killed a baby, he deserved to die," Mao 'er said.
The kind man was no longer kind, and the smile on his face turned into a stern expression. "We kill people, but we have no right to judge, and we have no right to go over the God of Thousand Faces and decide the life and death of a person."
Mao 'er lowered her head and humbly listened to the lecture.
But she was still punished.
Mao 'er stood on one leg, using the thumb of her left foot to support the weight of her whole body. Her left and right hands were holding a tray, and the vagrant kept adding and adding weights on the tray.
Mao 'er's body tilted, and the vagrant pinched the soft flesh on her buttocks.
At two o 'clock in the morning, Mao' er tired and fell asleep.
.....
Actually, Mao 'er should have continued to follow him, because not long after, Red Rogo saw the gray-robed man who hired him in a narrow alley.
Mao 'er had guessed that he might have gone to meet the person who hired him, but she was not interested.
"You're late," Red Rogo said coldly.
In the darkness, his expression could not be seen clearly, but the gray-robed man could clearly feel his mood: very irritated, suppressed anger.
"I'm not late, I rushed over as soon as I received your message," the gray-robed man said lightly.
"Let the Wings of Death eat you bastard! That's not a Corpse Demon at all, I've been to Kohor and seen the Stitched Monsters of the Necromancers, "Red Rogo cursed softly.
"Then … what do they look like?" the gray-robed man asked curiously.
"You don't know?" Red Rogo raised his voice, his tone full of disbelief.
"Let me see the head," the gray-robed man said.
"Haha, you've been at the dock all this time, right? Didn't you see the fire? "Red Rogo sneered.
The gray-robed man did not deny it. He patted the money pouch at his waist and smiled faintly. "I'll pay, and you do the work. When you see the head, I'll pay. That's the agreement!"
Red Rogo's uninjured right hand unconsciously pressed on the hilt of his sword. He said softly, "Sir's head is too big to carry, but I brought back the baby's body.
Give me the money, and tomorrow I'll leave a letter telling you where I hid the body. With my reputation, I won't lie to you over such a small matter. "
The gray-robed man took two steps forward, and his eyes flashed with understanding. He nodded and said, "I see, you're heavily injured."
Red Rogo's right hand tightened on the hilt of his sword. He said in a low voice, "I killed four Night Watchers before, and now I can kill two more."
"No, no, no." The gray-robed man shook his head. "I'm just stating the facts, nothing else. You're heavily injured and can't carry too many heavy things, I can understand.
But you're too cautious. I only want them dead, and I only want to see the bodies to confirm this.
You don't have to hide the bodies to threaten me. I won't be greedy for your reward, and I won't kill you to silence you. "
"Is that so? That's good. "Red Rogo's right hand moved away from the hilt of his sword.
The gray-robed man took off the money pouch at his waist and tossed it over. He said, "15 Gold Radiance Coins. Pay me the balance, and we're even."
Red Rogo shook the money pouch and nodded with a smile. "The amount is correct. We're even. Goodbye."
As he spoke, he cautiously took a few steps back and turned to leave.
"Chi —"
Suddenly, a cold light flashed in the darkness, and blood splattered.
"You —"
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