Lazok was also a believer of the god of calamity, and a devout one at that, because he and his people fell ill during the last great plague. His father, mother, wife, and several brothers all died, and it was a god of calamity monk who saved him. When he was being treated, he could clearly feel the presence of the god of calamity, and it was precisely because of this that after he recovered, he directly changed from a Night Lion believer to a believer of the god of calamity.
Just as Lazok was thinking of going to the Temple of the God of Calamities to worship after his routine patrol, his subordinate suddenly rushed over from Garden Street Plaza, shouting from a distance to Lazok, "Boss, something happened again on Garden Street!"
"Shut up, don't you know where this is? Are you shouting so loudly for fear that others won't hear you?" Lazok angrily reprimanded his subordinate, then asked the timid subordinate, "Quick, tell me what happened?"
The subordinate lowered his voice and said, "It's those Targaryen people who were assassinated again."
"What? Assassinated again?" Lazok looked helpless, then pressed his fingers to his aching head and asked, "How many people died this time?"
"Seven people died," the subordinate said with an envious look, "The old man leading them is really strong; he killed three of them."
Lazok frowned and asked in a deep voice, "Where are those Targaryen people now?"
"They hid at the Miracle Merchant Guild contact point."
Lazok raised an eyebrow and said disdainfully, "These guys are smart; even the Faceless Men of Braavos wouldn't dare cause trouble at the Miracle Merchant Guild." Then, he thought for a moment and said, "Call all the lads to the Miracle Merchant Guild. Seven people died here, so we have to go and deal with it, and we need to collect some burial fees."
As he spoke, Lazok led his current patrol team towards Garden Street Plaza.
When he arrived at the plaza, the bodies on the ground had already been moved onto carriages, and the bloodstains were being cleaned. The reason these things were cleaned up so quickly was entirely because this was Garden Street Plaza, the center of the entire Garden Street. In other districts, these bodies would probably lie for half a day before anyone came to collect them.
Lazok merely glanced at the condition of the bodies. As a renowned swordsman in Tolos, he naturally could tell that the people who killed these seven assassins also possessed extremely superb swordsmanship, especially the old man leading the group who killed three of them, he was a true sword master.
"What troublesome fellows!" Lazok muttered, then walked towards the location of the Miracle Merchant Guild contact point.
The location of the Miracle Merchant Guild contact point was easy to identify: it was a house with a circle of Summerhall Terra Family blood-red longsword banners on its roof, visible from a great distance.
When Lazok arrived at the Miracle Merchant Guild, it seemed that an auction was being held, and the city's powerful figures were gathered there, bidding on various goods.
Lazok, understanding the rules, did not enter. Instead, he told the guards at the door his identity and purpose for being there. The guards went in and reported the matter to the manager of the contact point.
Not long after, the manager of the contact point and the troublesome Targaryen people came out to the door.
"Lord Jon Clinton, this matter is not our fault; we were attacked by those assassins." As soon as he saw Lazok, the white-haired leader spoke first.
"Lord Jon Clinton, I am not here to accuse you. Being assassinated and choosing to fight back is a matter of course; you have done nothing wrong. The main reason I am here is to ask you to pay the body collection fee and cleaning fee," Lazok said with a smile. "Logically speaking, this fee should be paid by the party who initiated the action. Unfortunately, all those people died, and they died at your hands, so their debt naturally falls upon you. Please, Lord Jon, do not make this difficult for me."
Hearing Lazok's twisted logic about demanding money, Rolly Duckfield, standing behind Jon, couldn't help but laugh in anger. He was about to step forward and say something, but Jon Clinton stopped him.
Jon Clinton thought very seriously for a moment, then nodded and said, "That's reasonable. May I ask how much we need to pay?"
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