"My old friend, I'm sincerely advising you, don't go to that hellhole of Myr again! The waters of Myr are treacherous; they could drown you all. Take your gunpowder grass, and Sallador will take you and your men to a safer place, an island or a vassal territory of Lys, to make some noise! With the high price of gunpowder grass this year, you could make a fortune!" the old pirate advised.
"Thank you for your kindness, Sallador!" Handsome smiled. "You love your purse, and I, I still love my oath. Besides, Greybeard is your friend too!"
"Greybeard, I knew him when you were still a servant. But it's useless, old friend. I can't just stand by and watch you walk into certain death. The situation in Myr is murky; Magister Karasso is likely to be utterly defeated this time!" The old pirate poured himself a glass of wine.
"I'll be fine! I'm going to Myr!"
"Very well, I like your stubbornness, like the Northerners, not like the people of the Free Cities. But you can't always be stubborn!"
"Can you wait for us on the coastline? If things don't go well in Myr, we'll have to escape!"
"Then loyal Sallador will need another reward, a small compensation, another tenth of the gunpowder grass!"
"Deal!" Handsome gritted his teeth.
"Alright, but I won't wait for you too long. We'll reach Myr later, and I can't wait too long to avoid exposing my smuggling ship. By the next morning, it will be very dangerous."
"Good luck, my old friend!" Sallador said to Handsome.
As the night grew dark, the Meadow Wine quietly slipped into the coastline of Myr, to a harbor not far from the city of Myr.
The harbor was unremarkable, but behind a stone hill, there was a secret passage dug by smugglers, leading straight to Myr.
Many smugglers would arrange small boats under the cover of night, then climb over a low or collapsed section of the wall to conduct their trades.
The Lysene pirate's method was even more ingenious; he had dug an underground passage.
Handsome led dozens of good men, including Dick the Maker, Lance, Gendry, and others. The rest of the people stayed on the old pirate's ship; if they couldn't return, the old pirate would take them to a safe place.
"You two don't have to go!" Handsome advised. Dick the Maker and Gendry, one too old, the other too young.
"My soul died over a decade ago, killed by the Knight of the Morning and the White Bull! I died on that day, the day the Brotherhood Without Banners was wiped out in the Kingswood. I regret not being there, making me always feel like a coward! The Seven have given me so many extra years; I'm content!" Dick the Maker swung his purpleheart longbow and laughed.
"The group needs a young man!" Gendry raised his mace. Handsome's face had been slashed by the "Lion"; for sheer force, his war hammer was needed.
"Kid, keep your eyes sharp!" Dick the Maker warned Gendry. "I've taught you everything I can. I don't want to see a good seed die young!"
"The city of Myr is divided into the inner city and the outer city. The outer city is the slums, where the poor live. The inner city is where the magistrates and the nobility reside. Magister Karasso's place, and even his enemies, should be in the inner city's manors. The outer city's defenses are lax, but the inner city is heavily guarded; it will be hard for us to break through," Handsome analyzed.
Handsome held a torch and led the assault team through the low passage, which could only accommodate two people side by side. Walking through the smuggler's passage was torture for those who were too tall or too fat. Naturally, such a passage couldn't be traversed by horses. Transporting gunpowder grass was crucial, but more crucial was the situation in Myr—whether it was truly beyond redemption.
Gendry carried two weapons on his back, an arakh and his mace. Over his black scale armor was a brocade outer cloak, better for deflecting arrow shots.
In a corner of the outer city of Myr, Handsome, Gendry, and the others finally emerged into the light! They lifted a slab of stone in a dead-end alley and stepped out.
"Public enemy Karasso!" "Public enemy Karasso!"
"Karasso is dead!"
"Karasso is dead!"
The city of Myr had already fallen into a state of noise and chaos. Magister Karasso had fallen. The wealth and status of the Karasso family vanished in an instant.
The Myrish guards, holding torches, moved through the entire city, busy confiscating the Karasso family's property. All the goods, docks, warehouses, and slaves.
When a magistrate falls, the victors devour his corpse like jackals.
Handsome analyzed the sources of various sounds and messages, looking for his companions!
Handsome and Gendry's group concealed the Wolf Pack emblem on their chests, calmly discerning various sounds. Fortunately, in Myr, there were mercenaries and adventurers everywhere. They were like a boat in the ocean, unnoticed by anyone.
Dick the Maker calmly wrapped his longbow; such a longbow had too strong a Westerosi flavor and could easily arouse suspicion.
"The situation is already very bad!" Handsome thought. It wasn't about the gunpowder grass; it was that the opponent had already knocked Karasso down before the gunpowder grass reached Myr.
The opponent had figured out Karasso's wealth and struck a fatal blow before Karasso could harvest this batch of gunpowder grass. But what about Greybeard? Handsome felt that Greybeard, who was responsible for protecting Karasso, was also in grave danger.
"Charge!" "Charge!" The noisy sound exploded like thunder. A dozen or so bloodied men charged towards the city gate of Myr on horseback.
Most of the Wolf Pack were covered in injuries, not knowing how much effort it had taken to get here. Judging by the trajectory, they must have come from the inner city.
The Myrish guards and the magistrate's guards, mercenaries, chased after them, crossbows in hand, but the Myrish dared not get too close. The Northmen were fierce fighters, and the Wolf Pack had the blood of the North.
"Thwip!" Dick the Maker unwrapped his bundle, and his arrows glided like silk, accurately killing a pursuer.
"Charge! The Wolf Pack is here!" The Wolf Pack also shouted, deliberately creating a big commotion. One team led by Gendry, another by Handsome!
Dick the Maker began to draw and shoot his bow with pinpoint accuracy. Compared to crossbows, longbows had a lower frequency, but their range was far superior. Not to mention Dick the Maker, he was one of the finest archers in Westeros.
"The Wolf Pack is here!" Gendry put on his iron mask and charged like a storm. He first took his mace and led a few men to rescue their teammates.