This discovery shocked him because these red-robed men brought a large amount of kerosene and food, and many people witnessed this scene with their own eyes.
What's even more puzzling is that every time the commander-in-chief would talk to these three men in red robes alone for a period of time,
But just in the past few days, these three men in red robes suddenly and mysteriously disappeared, as if they had evaporated from the world.
No one saw them again last night.
With his keen insight, Elad quickly grasped this abnormal situation.
He firmly believed that it was a conversation between the man in red and the commander-in-chief that led to this sudden attack.
However, I am afraid only the parties involved know exactly what they talked about.
Elad made a prompt decision and issued an order, asking everyone to take action immediately.
He was determined to find the three men in red robes and figure out the real reason behind this.
At the same time, in a simple wooden house outside the military camp, the three men in red robes were standing quietly by the bed, staring at Daemon lying on the bed.
The furnishings in the wooden house are extremely simple, with only a dilapidated wooden bed and a few rough wooden chairs.
Daemon was lying on the bed and asked anxiously, "When can I stand up again?" His voice revealed his eagerness to recover.
The man in red robe standing in the middle replied coldly, "In two days, you will be able to stand up and walk normally as usual."
Hearing the answer from the man in red robe, a big stone in Daemon's heart finally fell to the ground. He felt relieved, and he didn't even have the slightest doubt about the man in red robe's words.
Daemon felt relaxed and his tone became a little casual. He said, "Don't worry, I will definitely honor what I promised you within six months."
The man in red robe seemed to be quite satisfied with Daemon's answer. He nodded and said, "I hope Prince Daemon you will not break your promise. We will wait for you to fulfill your promise at King's Landing."
After saying that, the three men in red robes turned around and left the wooden house, walking in a hurry, as if they were afraid of being discovered.
They quickly moved away from the military camp, and their figures quickly disappeared into the vast snow.
In the wooden house, there was silence after the three people left. However, at this moment, a figure suddenly climbed in through the window.
This person has an average appearance and is the type who would not attract anyone's attention even if he is thrown into a crowd.
Daemon immediately became alert when he saw the person coming, but when he saw the person's face clearly, he relaxed a little.
He was the first to ask, "No one discovered it, right?"
The man quickly stepped forward respectfully, half-knelt on the ground, and replied, "Everything has been taken care of, and no one saw it."
Daemon was obviously prepared. He took out a heavy cloth bag from the bedside, handed it to the man, and said, "Take it and go Free Federation to hide for a while."
There was a hint of joy on the man's face, and he hurried forward to take the bag.
However, just when he was about to catch the bag, Daemon suddenly let go of his hand.
The bag fell straight down like a weight that had lost its support.
At the same time, a slender dagger slipped out of the bag and stabbed straight into the man's chin with lightning speed.
The blow was fast and accurate. The slender dagger penetrated the chin and penetrated into the brain. The man didn't even have time to scream and was killed on the spot.
The whole room was extremely quiet, except for the crisp sound of Gold Dragon spilled in the cloth bag falling to the ground.
Daemon was next to the corpse, watching the scene in front of him expressionlessly. His movements seemed a little slow, as if he had not yet recovered from what had just happened.
After a while, Daemon slowly stretched out his hand and gently helped the deceased close his eyes.
Then, he slowly pulled out the dagger inserted into the corpse. The dagger shone coldly under the light, as if telling the story of the bloody scene that had just happened.
Daemon murmured to himself, "It would be better if only I knew this secret." His voice was very soft, but it seemed particularly clear in this silent room.
Daemon did not look at the body lying beside the bed, but lay down quietly.
His movements were very gentle, as if he were afraid of waking up something.
Then, he slowly closed his eyes, as if to erase all this from his mind.
However, the smell of blood in the house became stronger and stronger, and the pungent smell made people sick.
But Daemon didn't seem to care at all. His breathing was steady, as if he was asleep.
At this moment, there was a slight sound of footsteps outside the door.
After the meeting, Viserys felt a little worried about his brother Daemon, so he decided to come over to see how he was doing.
Before Viserys could reach the door, he smelled a faint smell of blood.
This smell made his heart tighten, and a bad premonition came to him.
Viserys hurriedly opened the door and saw the body lying on the ground at a glance.
His face turned pale instantly, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind.
But he did not panic, but quickly calmed down and observed the situation in the room.
When he saw that Daemon on the bed had woken up and turned to look at him, Viserys felt a little relieved.
He closed the door slowly, then stepped forward and knelt down to inspect the body.
The blood of the corpse has coagulated somewhat, indicating that the death time was not long.
Viserys's expression was still very calm. He straightened up, looked at Daemon, and asked calmly, "Does this matter have anything to do with you?"
His tone was very calm, without any waves, as if he was asking about a normal thing.
When Daemon faced Viserys's question, he did not hide the slightest intention. He answered straightforwardly:
"Prince of Dorne died in the hands of Redd. This is undoubtedly the most beneficial way for House Targaryen to die."
Viserys heard this and did not immediately refute, but then asked, "But why would the commander-in-chief do such a move?"
At this time, Viserys did not seem to be overly sad about losing the dragon, nor was he too moved by the dead soldiers. His curiosity was completely occupied by the unusual behavior of the Commander-in-Chief of the Night Watch.
Daemon hesitated for a moment, but finally decided to answer truthfully:
"As far as I know, all this was done by the priests of Lord of Light. As for the specific reasons, I don't know."
After Viserys heard this answer, he couldn't help but get angry. He reprimanded loudly. "What good will it do to us to weaken Night's Watch?"
However, Daemon did not flinch and responded immediately, "Although this may not have obvious benefits to us, it definitely does no harm.
Moreover, the heavy burden of the Wall will make House Stark more compliant and stable."