"My old friend, I sincerely advise you, don't go to that hellhole Myr again! The waves in Myr are too high; they might drown you all. Take your gunpowder herb, and then Salado will send you and your men to a safer place, an island or a Lysene dependency, to join the fun! The price of gunpowder herb is high this year, and this gunpowder herb is enough for you to make a fortune!" The Old Pirate advised.
"Thank you for your kindness, Salado!" The Handsome Man smiled. "You love your purse; as for me, I still love my oath. Besides, Greybeard is also your friend!"
"Greybeard, when I knew him, you were just a servant. But it's no use, old friend, I can't watch you go to your death. The situation in Myr is murky, and Governor Kasu is highly likely to lose disastrously this time!" The Old Pirate poured himself a glass of wine.
"I'm fine! I'm going to Myr!"
"Very good, I like the stubbornness of you Northerners, unlike the people of the Free Cities. But you can't always be stubborn!"
"Could you wait for us on the coastline for a while? If things don't work out for us in Myr, we'll need to escape!"
"Then the loyal Salado will need another reward, a small fee: I want another tenth of the gunpowder herb!"
"Alright!" The Handsome Man gritted his teeth.
"Very well, but I won't wait for you for too long. We will arrive in Myr later; I cannot wait too long to avoid exposing my smuggling ship. Waiting until the next morning would be very dangerous."
"Good luck, my old friend!" Salado said to The Handsome Man.
As night fell, the Mead quietly slipped into the Myr coastline, at a harbor not far from Myr city. The harbor was unremarkable, but the key was a secret tunnel behind a stone mountain there, dug by smugglers, leading directly into Myr. Many smugglers would arrange small boats in the dark, then climb over a low or collapsed section of the city wall to conduct transactions. The Lysene Old Pirate's methods were even more sophisticated; he had even dug a tunnel.
The Handsome Man led dozens of skilled men, including Dick the Fletch, Longspear, Gendry, and others. The rest remained 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!" The Handsome Man advised. Dick the Fletch and Gendry, one too old, the other too young.
"My soul died more than ten years ago, killed by the Sword 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, which always makes me feel like a coward! The Seven Gods have already given me so many extra years; I am content!" The Arrow Maker waved his yew longbow and laughed heartily.
"The team needs a young man!" Gendry brandished the mace in his hand. The Handsome Man's face had been cut by a lion; when it came to sheer power, his warhammer was still needed.
"Kid, keep your eyes sharp!" Dick the Fletch instructed Gendry. "I've taught you everything I can. I don't want a good sapling to be lost so young!"
"Myr city is divided into an inner city and an outer city. The outer city is the slum, where the poor live. The inner city is where governors and high-ranking officials reside. Governor Kasu's residence, and even his enemies, should also live in manors in the inner city. The outer city's defenses are lax, but the inner city's defenses are tight; it will be difficult for us to break through," The Handsome Man analyzed.
The Handsome Man held a torch, leading the assault team through the low secret tunnel, which was only wide enough for two people to walk side-by-side. If one was too tall or too fat, walking through the smugglers' secret tunnel was torture. Such a secret tunnel, naturally, was also difficult for horses to pass through. Transporting gunpowder herb was crucial, and even more crucial was the situation in Myr—whether it was truly irreversible.
Gendry carried two weapons, an arakh and his own mace. Over his black scale armor was a layer of embroidered cloak, better for avoiding arrow shots.
At a street corner in the outer city of Myr, The Handsome Man, Gendry, and others finally regained light! They lifted a floor tile in the dead-end alley and emerged.
"Public enemy Kasu!" "Public enemy Kasu!"
"Kasu is dead!" "Kasu is dead!" Myr city had already fallen into a clamor and chaos; Governor Kasu had fallen. The wealth and status of the Kasu family vanished in an instant. The Myr City Watch, holding torches, moved through the city, busy confiscating the Kasu family's property: all goods, docks, warehouses, and slaves. When a governor falls, the victors devour his corpse like jackals.
The Handsome Man analyzed the sources of various sounds and messages, searching for his companions!
The Handsome Man and Gendry's group concealed the Wolf Pack emblem on their chests, calmly distinguishing various sounds. Fortunately, in Myr, there were Mercenaries and adventurers everywhere; they were like a boat in the vast sea, unnoticed. The Arrow Maker calmly wrapped his longbow; the Westeros flavor of this longbow was too strong, easily arousing suspicion.
"The situation is already very bad!" The Handsome Man thought. It wasn't an issue with the gunpowder herb itself, but that the opponent had already defeated Kasu before the gunpowder herb even arrived in Myr. The opponent had figured out Kasu's wealth and struck him down before Kasu could profit from this batch of gunpowder herb. But what about Greybeard? The Handsome Man felt that Greybeard, who was responsible for protecting Kasu, was also in grave danger.
"Kill!" "Kill!" The clamorous sound exploded like thunder; a dozen blood-soaked men galloped towards Myr's city gate.
Most of the Wolf Pack men were covered in wounds, having expended who knows how much effort to reach this point. Judging by their trajectory, they must have come from the inner city.
The Myr City Watch and the Governor's private guards, the Mercenaries, pursued closely with crossbows in hand, but the Myr people dared not get too close. Northerners were top-notch fighters, and the Wolf Pack had the blood of Northerners.
"Whoosh!" Dick untied his package; his arrow, as if gliding on beautiful silk, accurately shot down a pursuer.
"Kill! The Wolf Pack is here!" The Wolf Pack Company also shouted loudly, deliberately creating a huge commotion. Gendry's team, The Handsome Man's other team!
The Arrow Maker accurately began to draw and loose arrows; every one of his arrows was so precise. Compared to a crossbow, a longbow's firing rate might be lower, but its shooting range was far superior. Not to mention the Arrow Maker; he was the most outstanding archer in Westeros.
"The Wolf Pack is here!" Gendry put on his iron mask and moved like a storm. He first took his mace and led several men to rescue his teammates.