Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest

The afterglow of the setting sun dyes the flowing clouds in the sky red, and gradually drifts away with the sparse wind.

The courtyards of the high nobility were located right next to the lake in the inner city.

At this time, the magnificent sunset blended perfectly with the color of the water in the lake, making it look dazzling. Several commercial flat-bottomed boats with deep drafts were docked motionlessly at the crowded small pier.

"I would rather trust those mercenaries who lack loyalty and have no discipline at all than trust the high-ranking nobles with noble blood and extremely pious people."

The mocking tone and overly dismissive attitude of the garrison commander of Kohor, Salo Kot, made his servants panic. They quickly turned around and looked around to prevent their master's lies from being overheard.

The high-ranking nobles will definitely connect the fall of the outer city with his drunkenness at the banquet, and hold him accountable.

But he still had to bow his head and admit his mistake first to safeguard the power in his hands. The fate of Qohor could not be left in the hands of high-ranking nobles.

He forced himself to smile, but found that there was no respect at all.

He was concentrating on practicing how to smile, but he couldn't notice the loyal servant who turned his back, the twinkling eyes in his pupils, and the coldness in his fearful eyes.

Outside the courtyard, Salo Cote looked at the Unsullied guards around the mansion, and then walked calmly into the courtyard with a twelve-foot-high brick wall.

Walking through the ivy garden and flower trees in the yellow halo, you can see the setting sun reflected in the marble pool, and the painted boy statue with a touch of blood-red light.

I heard the dogs in the backyard kennel stopped barking.

In the courtyard, the handsome and elegant conference scribe, Aslan McKenning, was waiting quietly and calmly outside the hall.

After seeing Salo Cote coming from a distance, he hurried forward to greet him.

With a serious face, but an extremely considerate tone, he pulled him and advised:

"Your Excellency, the master and the members of the meeting are still in panic that the outer city has fallen into the hands of the enemy. I may have made some extreme remarks. Please forgive me."

Hearing this, Salo Kote's cold heart felt slightly comforted, and an embarrassing smile appeared on his face:

"Thank you, Aslan, you have always encouraged me. At the banquet, you were the only one who tried to stop me from drinking and regretting following your advice. And I know that if it weren't for your help and mediation, this discussion about accountability would not be possible. The meeting on my dereliction of duty has already been held.”

As if he felt that what he had done was not good enough, Aslan's eyes were filled with apologies to his best friend, and the words he spoke in a clear voice were warm enough to soothe people's hearts:

"Salo, I'm sorry. If I could have prevented you from getting drunk last night, I would have prevented the outer city from falling into the hands of the Dothraki. It's all because I wasn't firm enough."

Having said this, Aslan's handsome and fair face showed hesitation and confusion.

After a moment of pause, he seemed to finally make up his mind:

"In fact, my little master is very dissatisfied with the fact that you directly relieved his command and management authority after you took office. The master and the members of the meeting also issued an order to you to relieve the command authority of the Kohor officers. There were complaints, and the High Noble Council believed that this was your arbitrary and authoritarian behavior, and it was also one of the important reasons for the fall of the outer city.

The blood in Salo Cote's head surged up, his face turned red, he clenched his fists, and rushed toward the conference hall angrily.

However, he was stopped by the Unsullied outside the hall door with a spear. Aslan quickly stepped forward to mediate and persuade:

"Saluo, since the fall of the outer city, your authority has been restricted. Now you can no longer go in directly to attend the meeting. You need to take a physical examination here and wait for the pass."

Salo Cote was full of grievances and anger that he wanted to vent.

In the end, they can only be reduced to nothing under the emotionless eyes and sharp blades of the Unsullied.

His face was pale, and he was physically and mentally weak as he accepted the body search of the slave.

"Salo, I'm sorry."

Aslan, immersed in guilt and remorse, walked into the conference hall alone to report.

It was a long time before Salo Cote was authorized to attend the meeting.

The hall is no longer decorated with white candles. The women's laughing voices and the lingering scent of perfume in the air feel like they are from another world.

The set of tapestries, which could be considered a family heirloom, also disappeared without a trace.

"Salo Cote, you poor, stupid, blind fool."

The owner of the courtyard, who was short, stout and bald, was still covered in perfume to cover up his disgusting smell of urine.

He stood up tremblingly, shouted loudly and took the lead in attacking.

Bitter hatred and anger filled Salo Cote's heart, but he had to suppress and endure everything, showing a far-fetched smile.

It was just his forced smile and the unconcealable resentment in his eyes that made the high-ranking nobles very annoyed.

It was they who gave the power of city defense to Salo Kote.

This person seriously neglected his duties. Not only was he drunk and caused the outer city to be lost and fell to the enemy, he also dared to accuse the noble council of being untrustworthy in public.

He is arrogant and ignorant and looks down on them. Isn't he himself a member of the high nobility?

Thinking of this, the other high-ranking nobles could no longer sit still and came out to criticize.

"Do you, the Kurt family, have any self-esteem? You are arrogant, greedy, and obsessed with power."

"Yes, his dead father was severely punished by the Black Goat God because of his greed and obsession with witchcraft."

"It's just a family of monsters."

The evil words hurt people's hearts, and the forced smile froze on Salo Kote's face for an instant. Under the dim light, it was undoubtedly a ferocious face.

"You guys are fat, degenerate, lacking in faith, out-and-out morons, idiots who only think about power and wealth. You call me a pitiful and stupid fool. Yes, if I were smarter, I should have you." Sell ​​them all to the Dothraki, and maybe I can be replaced by Governor Qohor, who will call me a monster. Yes, I will definitely execute you idiots who are heinous and deserve your crimes, and then..."

Salo Kote's eyes were blood red, a vicious grin was etched on his face, and he let out a desperate roar.

He hasn't finished venting yet.

"Clang, clang."

The sound of chairs falling over, accompanied by wine glasses, silver plates, and fruits being spilled, made the high-ranking nobles tumble to the ground.

There was a sharp pain in their abdomens, as if they were being stabbed by a hot sharp blade, and heart-rending howls came from their mouths.

After the remaining members of the meeting looked at each other, they stood up in horror, pointed at Salo Cote in shock, and shouted hysterically:

"You traitor, you actually despicably poisoned us."

"Guards, guards, take this man down."

Hearing the screams, the heavily armed Unsullied immediately rushed into the house, surrounded Salo Kot with spears, and then stepped forward and knocked him to the ground.

Salo Cote lay weakly on the ground. He did not resist, but opened his mouth wide and looked at the nobles who fell to the ground in shock through the bottom of the table, his face full of disbelief.

"Doctor, call the doctor quickly."

Aslan, the scribe of the noble meeting who has always maintained a serious face, rigorous style, and calm expression.

At this moment, he also had a look of confusion and helplessness on his face. He stumbled forward, hugging the body of the owner of the courtyard in panic, and shouted loudly with a hoarse voice.