A sneeze destroys a magical civilization

For a commercial city with a permanent population of less than 100,000 and a productivity level between the late Middle Ages and the early Renaissance, what does it mean to suddenly have an influx of more than 10,000 foreign residents?

Anyone with a little knowledge of social sciences will immediately answer that this is definitely a terrible disaster.

Because even 10,000 unarmed ordinary civilians will consume a lot of food and compete with the residents of the city for living materials and social resources that are not very wealthy in the first place, eventually triggering a series of conflicts, contradictions, and irreconcilable problems.

If you take into account the misunderstandings and hostility that may result from differences in race, religion, culture, and values, the entire city may be in a state of turmoil for a long time, and may even set off horrific riots and vendettas.

After all, with the small number of troops that Pantos has, it is simply a daydream to maintain law and order in such a large city and its intricate streets and alleys, and to ensure that serious criminal crimes will not occur.

Similar situations have happened countless times in the modern history of the earth, and they are definitely not alarmist.

What's more, creatures like players are not unarmed civilians, but a group of mobile "natural disasters" who can do whatever they want.

Once they are offended, they may turn into violent demons in a matter of minutes and start massacring the city regardless of gender or age.

In the eyes of these guys, everything they have experienced is just a game, and the humans being slaughtered in front of them are just a small piece of program and code in the virtual world.

Therefore, no matter how many people are killed or how many crazy things are done, the so-called guilt emotions and self-condemnation of conscience will not arise.

Just the opposite!

After the massacre is completed, they may gather together to compete with each other to see who killed more and more efficiently, and distribute the blood-stained trophies.

The famous game meme "The Wise P Club War Criminal" is the best example.

If these players' incompetent actions in the game were to be translated into the real world, they would really be a living hell king and anti-human being.

Zuo Si was also a game player, and he also frequently broke into the towns and villages of the enemy camp, burned, killed, and looted.

Therefore, the diary that inherited all his memories and thoughts is very clear about how terrible the "players" group are to the "NPCs", and looks forward to what kind of "mudslide" these guys will bring to the entire world.

It's a pity that Illyrio was completely unaware of what was about to happen. Instead, he was emboldened by the arrival of the players, and finally made up his mind to kill Horse King Drogo.

So, at his request, the diary unceremoniously placed a curse and other undead magic on the eagle on the Dothraki prairie.

And this directly led to the fact that not long after the latter left Pantos and returned to his own tribe, when he was robbing other small tribes, a large amount of black blood and negative energy suddenly spewed out of his body, and then he was instantly transformed into an undead creature. Start indiscriminately killing all living things around you.

All the bloodriders around him were killed in a short time, and the remaining tribe members quickly fled on horseback in fear.

A nomadic tribe with tens of thousands of warriors, powerful enough to attract the attention of the entire grassland, was disbanded due to the death of a leader.

Not only that, it only took a few days for the small and divided tribes to raise their scimitars again and start to conquer each other. Each leader wanted to become the second Drogo and inherit his legacy.

The war between the tribes instantly ignited the large grassland east of the Lorne River, which had been calm for several years.

For a time, all kinds of killings and robberies were carried out so frequently that even the boldest businessmen did not dare to approach easily. Instead, they chose to go far away and choose another farther road.

Of course, none of this news has anything to do with players.

Because after each team learned about the situation of the world on the spot, they quickly began to go their separate ways.

Some of them have been eyeing the cities around Slaver's Bay from the beginning, hoping to go there and fight guerrillas to liberate the slaves bit by bit, turn them into their own soldiers, and finally accumulate strength to capture the cities.

Others took a boat across the Narrow Sea to the continent of Westeros, wanting to participate in the upcoming tournament in King's Landing to see if they could win thousands or even tens of thousands of gold dragons by winning a certain competition. .

More players have identified the characteristics of the feudal system in Westeros and judged from the limited information that civil strife in the Seven Kingdoms is imminent, which is a good opportunity to show off their skills.

Only about 3,500 players chose to stay in the Free Trade City of Pentos.

This is just for the sake of the three baby dragons, Daenerys, a beautiful white-haired lolita, and her brother Viserys who wears weird female clothes.

As for Illyrio, the governor, in the eyes of players, he is just a stupid fat man with neither "good looks" nor "strength".

If they hadn't received the corresponding mission, they would have killed this self-righteous guy long ago, and then elected a new "camp leader", or simply declared themselves king.

Because the super brain of Isadora is constantly running, the retinas of more than 10,000 players are actually constantly issuing various tasks based on the surrounding environment, situations and conversation information.

On the one hand, it is to guide the behavior of these guys to ensure that they do not cause too much trouble;

On the other hand, it uses the eyes and ears of these tentacles to observe the world, thereby collecting and understanding more unknown information.

For the players to do their own thing and not take themselves seriously at all, Illyrio, who considered himself the "Destined Child", exploded on the spot.

He even did not hesitate to send troops to hunt down those bastards who betrayed him and fled.

Unfortunately, players are not the indigenous inhabitants of this world. They have a natural fear of high-ranking big figures, and they are even less likely to not fight back when faced with threats.

As a result, a thousand soldiers who were sent out to hunt and intercept were not long after leaving the protection of the city wall when they were surrounded and killed by several groups of players. In less than ten minutes, more than 200 people were killed or injured.

The rest were completely frightened by this group of bloodthirsty and lifeless lunatics and collapsed, turning around and running towards the city.

When they returned to the city, they discovered that out of an army of 1,000 people, only less than 300 lucky men, each with injuries, had returned alive.

The rest, without exception, were killed on the way to escape. The corpses were scattered along the road in a dense pile on both sides, and all the armor and valuables on their bodies were stripped clean.

A few bold players even stood far outside the range of the city-defending giant crossbow, raising their right middle finger high in the air and showing an "international friendly gesture" to express their dissatisfaction.

You don't need to ask to know that the reason why they got the news in advance and carried out the ambush was that the players in the city notified them through the so-called "forum", "chat software" and "offline".

The purpose of the latter is also very simple, that is, to significantly weaken Pantos's original military strength, so that he can replace it later.

As for the life and death of a group of NPCs, they don't care.

Similarly, this approach can also demonstrate the strength of the player group and let the fat man who is the governor know who has the biggest fist.

"He...how dare they?!!!"

After learning that all the troops he sent to intercept were almost killed, Illyrio instantly became furious.

At this moment, his fat body was trembling due to his excitement, like ripples on the surface of the water.

Viserys on the side seemed to realize something, lowering his head with a chilling and vicious light in his eyes.

"I have warned you a long time ago that you must not treat these people like ordinary mercenaries, and you must not be stingy with rewards. But you ignored my warning and left them to dry for several days, so you made such a fuss. Things come up.”

The diary deliberately spread its hands in an innocent manner.

Of course, he had expected this to happen, but he had no intention of stopping it.

After all, one of the most important purposes of Zuo Si putting players into this world is to train and cultivate them. Naturally, it is impossible for them all to stay in a small place like the Free Trade City.

It is enough to have two to three thousand people who can launch war against cities such as Tyrosh, Norvos, and Lorath.

You must know that the final test for the players is the White Walkers from north of the Great Wall and the undead army they control, so the continent of Westeros is their real stage and battlefield.

"But...but I've only been waiting for them for a few days! Just a few days! Are these guys so impatient? Can't even wait a few days? And what do they mean by killing my people?"

Illyrio was obviously angry and a little incoherent.

In his opinion, this behavior of players is obviously lawless to the extreme.

Even the mercenaries of the Second Son Regiment, who often betrayed their employers and were notorious in the streets, would never dare to attack the regular army of any city-state.

Because that means a provocation to existing power and order.

No ruler of a city-state or even country would allow such an offense.

They will not be able to receive employment contracts, they will not even be allowed to enter any town, and they will not be able to buy food and weapon supplies.

In the end, he was wanted and strangled by the entire privileged class, and died on the roadside like a wild dog, worthless.

Normally, no sane person would choose to go this route.

But what Illyrio doesn't know is that the real backstage of the players is the floating city of Plantia in another world. Things that are not available here can be obtained in another world.

What's more, they are not soft persimmons who can be manipulated by others.

Not to mention how difficult it is in a primitive world without surveillance, reconnaissance aircraft and satellite tracking to arrest and hunt down a violent gang that has extremely high force value and can continue to grow stronger by killing enemies.

Just the low-level spells of the spellcasters among the players, such as charm humans, hypnosis, disguise, etc., can easily completely invalidate the conventional wanted, pursuit and blockade.

In addition, when players are cornered, they will inevitably start attacking villages and towns.

With their knowledge and ability to incite through language, they may be able to set off a large-scale armed riot involving tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of people.

At that time, there may not even be time to react, and the ruling systems of many regimes will collapse in an instant.

Appreciating Illyrio's furious actions and tone, Diary couldn't help but chuckle and comfort him: "Okay, calm down, things haven't gotten to the worst yet.

And you should have seen that these guys are very powerful in combat, much stronger than the regular army of any city-state.

The most important thing is that they are brave and fearless, and do not take death as a thing. They are perfect soldiers that are even more outstanding than the Unsullied.

The top priority now is to quickly send some money to those who stayed, and then quickly decide whether to attack Novos or Loras first.

After the war started, they didn't have the heart to think too much. "

"Damn it!"

Illyrio cursed in a low voice, then turned around and led his servants and guards to the treasury, intending to use the method of "throwing coins" to stabilize these players who were not easy to control.

As soon as he walked away, Viserys suddenly raised his head, narrowed his eyes and asked, "Is this the opportunity you told me about?"

The diary nodded meaningfully: "Ah! That's right. Didn't you find out?

Those outsiders don't care about lineage or authority at all, they just want to get more benefits.

If you can make corresponding promises and win their trust, then they will help you kill Illyrio and seize control of Pentos.

By then, conquer several other free trade city-states to obtain enough wealth, food, ships, and population, and train tens of thousands of elite soldiers, and you will have the capital to counterattack the continent of Westeros.

There is also no need to worry about being ignored or manipulated by all the nobles who support your restoration, including Dorne. "

"But what if they are bribed by others one day?" Viserys continued to question cautiously.

There is no doubt that after experiencing the biggest setback in his life, he is becoming more and more mature and cunning, and is no longer willing to trust anyone except himself.

And this happens to be one of the qualities necessary to become a qualified king.

"Haha, do you have any other choices now?

Remember, my dear Majesty.

Most of the time, adults usually have to choose between two options: very bad and not-so-bad.

Rather than finding the good one among simple good and bad things as you imagine.

This is like a person who is dying of thirst in the desert. When he finds a bottle of poisonous water, the only thing he can do is to drink it first.

As for the possible death caused by poisoning, that is something that needs to be considered only after making sure that you will not die of thirst.

The so-called life is composed of countless difficult, painful, and even desperate choices.

If you want to be the winner of this cruel game, you must first learn to be patient and learn how to turn disadvantages into advantages bit by bit.

When you begin to understand the basic rules of how power works, you can begin to truly enjoy the game and even use it to influence or even control the behavior and destiny of others. "

After saying this, the diary left a meaningful smile and turned back to the luxurious mansion presented to him by Governor Illyrio.

As soon as he walked in, more than a dozen women who were dressed incompatible with this world, and could even be said to be full of torn feelings, ran out of the garden and the room, surrounding him in the center to show their attentiveness.

As for why it feels full of tearing, it’s because these half-covered costumes can basically be found in sex toy stores on Earth, or even directly copied and pasted.

Especially hollow lace underwear, stockings of various colors and styles, and high heels are definitely not things that can be produced with the existing technology in this world.

As an old pervert with a perverted heart, Diary opened his arms and hugged each of them one by one without any ceremony.

Although his undead body prevents him from feeling the physical impulse and pleasure, he can obtain unparalleled spiritual satisfaction.

In just a short while, this guy's face, neck and chest were densely covered with lip marks, and his whole person was almost completely submerged by a "turbulent wave".

If outsiders saw this scene, it is estimated that the image of a powerful and mysterious wizard that Zuo Si had established in Illyrio's mind would completely collapse in minutes.

But fortunately, the diary does not need to worry about these women revealing any information that should not be disclosed.

Because with the magical power he now possesses, he can easily delete the memories that should not exist in the minds of the women in front of him.

Just as this guy was getting more and more playful and over-the-top, he suddenly heard a familiar voice coming from a distance.

"Has Soth himself not returned yet?"

I saw "Dragon Mother" Daenerys standing at the door of a house wearing a gothic-style princess dress. Under the skirt were pure white stockings and round-toe high heels without a trace of dirt.

You don't need to ask to know that the reason why she dresses like this is 100% related to the bewitchment of a certain guy.

The diary struggled to get up from the "turbulence" and responded bluntly: "No, the master may not be free to visit you in a short time.

If you feel bored or lonely, consider finding something to do for yourself.

For example, try to develop the unique bloodline power in your body and see if you can gain some spell-casting abilities.

Oh, by the way, it's best to go out less in the past month.

Because there is a good chance that some violent turmoil is going to happen in Pentos. "

"turmoil?"

Daenerys's eyes flashed with confusion.

Because since he obtained the three young dragons and declared his conversion to the Phoenix God, Illyrio's power has become unprecedentedly powerful.

She really couldn't think of anyone else who would dare to stand up against this governor who was becoming more and more like a tyrant.

"Don't ask so many questions. Don't forget, you promised to be a well-behaved house bird. It won't be cute if you get involved in these messy things."

As he said these words, the diary waved his hand slightly, releasing a rainbow-like ball of colorful light.

When the women around him saw this scene, they immediately stopped all movements with their hands, and their pupils dilated, giving the impression that their spirits and consciousness were under control.

Whenever he wants to say something that is not convenient for outsiders to hear, the diary will not hesitate to use hypnosis, charm and other spells to turn all these women into a trance state, making them completely lose their perception of the outside world. And forget everything that happened in the last few minutes.

It was obviously not the first time that Daenerys had seen such a scene. She did not show any surprise or fear. Instead, she lowered her head and glanced at the exquisite dress on her body, and asked in an uncertain tone: " If I keep dressing like this, will I really be able to attract Soth's attention and interest?"

Diary nodded without thinking: "Of course!

You have to trust my XP...

I mean vision.

In terms of appreciating the beauty of women, my master and I are actually highly consistent.

Because I am his magical creation born from his memories and thoughts.

Even though he always looks serious, he actually has a very strong desire in his heart.

It's a pity that most of the time, his attention and energy are distracted by other things.

With your beauty, as long as you develop your figure a little, wear some clothes that reflect your charm, and be more proactive, I believe your chances of success will be great.

In addition, I suggest you learn some techniques from the maids to please men, which may have unexpected effects at critical moments. "

Soon, under the instigation of the diary, Daenerys followed a mature and sexy woman into the bedroom with a soft bed. After a while, some strange noises were heard.

The diary was lying on the lap of another woman, with a lustful smile on her face, and she whispered softly: "Dear Master, in order to get you out of that boring Frankenstein life, I'll give it a damn." Where is the heart. But you’re welcome, who told us to be indifferent to each other. Now, let me see what these players have done since they came to this world."

As the last word blurted out, he began to conduct a large-scale scan through the magic crystal towers placed around the world.

Although this method is far less detailed than the mastermind Isadora who can directly share the five senses with the players, it can still roughly know the current location of all players.

…

At the same time, far across the sea, King's Landing, the capital of the Seven Kingdoms, the entire city fell into madness because of the tourney held by King Robert to celebrate the appointment of the new prime minister.

Especially the bonus of up to 90,000 gold dragons is enough to make everyone except a few top nobles excited.

What's more, this is also a perfect place to compete for honor and build the family name.

Therefore, people in Westeros who are somewhat confident in their own strength come to King's Landing from their hometown in an endless stream, dreaming of becoming famous in one battle and winning fame, wealth and the favor of noble ladies at the same time.

But what is different from the original tournament is that this time there are more variables, that is, a group of thousands of players.

At this moment, Jack, who has "an appearance like an ancient god" and always wears a fully enclosed helmet on his head, is sitting in a tavern, admiringly watching other teammates flirting with the scantily clad waitress in the local language, while feeling resentful. He took a sip of strong wine, gritted his teeth and cursed: "Fake! This is simply naked discrimination!

Why can't I learn a second language if I have low intelligence attributes?

Who designed the rules?

What a puddle of shit!

I feel fucking targeted! "

“Pfft hahaha!

Are you actually complaining that you don't have the opportunity to have fun like them?

But I think it doesn't have to be this way.

Because with your ferocious, terrifying face that easily triggers adverse physiological reactions after you take off your helmet, any woman will be frightened and run away immediately after seeing it, and would rather not make this money. "

Wu Sheng couldn't help laughing loudly.

There is no way not to laugh!

You must know that Jack has been showing off and boasting that he has found a loophole in this game, that is, the intelligence attributes and charm attributes are completely useless and can be completely sacrificed like himself in exchange for advantages in strength, physique, or agility.

But who could have imagined that retribution would come so quickly.

When the new world opens and the system injects several languages ​​unique to the new world into the brains of all player characters, Jack's "up to" five-point intelligence attribute cannot handle even one of them.

This meant that he was unable to communicate with any of the indigenous residents, and could only watch helplessly as other people flirted with the plump and sexy barmaid, and then unscrupulously went to the brothels on other streets to have fun.

Coupled with that ugly face that makes everyone start to vomit crazily when the helmet is taken off, it is basically impossible to solve physical problems in the game.

This embarrassing predicament can only be changed in the future if players become higher and higher in level and master more and more spells and magic items.

Jack rolled his eyes angrily: "Get out! I'm depressed right now, so don't make fun of me. By the way, where did Caroline go? Why haven't I seen her shadow since I arrived in King's Landing?"

"Caroline took people to deal with the few merchant ships and goods belonging to other trading city-states that we intercepted at sea."

Wu Sheng gave the answer straightforwardly.

It is not difficult to tell from the sharp cold light in his eyes that the player team led by him and Jack is not a "white lotus".

Just the opposite!

As long as there is a chance, they never mind grabbing it.

Just on the very short sea route from Pentos to Blackwater Bay, more than two hundred and fifty players turned into pirates and successfully robbed four merchant ships and took all the goods and money on board for themselves. have.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to have so much currency in this world on hand now, and also be able to visit places like pubs and brothels all day long.

In fact, the behavior of Jack and Wu Sheng's team is not an exception, but a common phenomenon.

Because the players are completely penniless when they come to this world.

If you want to get enough money in a short period of time, you can either accept employment and earn commissions, use your smart mind and close teamwork to defraud, or simply use your superior force to rob.

Although it is not that no one chooses the first two ways to make money, compared with the simplicity, speed and crudeness of the third method, they are really far behind.

There was also an elite guy who tasted the sweetness and got himself the title of "Pirate King", and simply started a business without capital on the narrow sea sandwiched between the two continents.

It didn't take long for more than a dozen ships to gather together. Together with the players and a small group of pirates who took the initiative to join them, the total force reached 800 people.

It even successfully sacked a town in the coastal noble territory, which has aroused the vigilance and attention of the royal fleet stationed on Dragonstone Island.

Just when Jack was about to say something, Caroline walked in from outside the tavern with a few players, sat down on the chair without saying anything, and reported excitedly: "Guess what?" Look, how much did I sell that batch of goods for?"

"How many?"

An expectant expression appeared on Wu Sheng's face.

“Twenty-five thousand gold dragons!

Due to the recent influx of foreigners caused by the tourney, the price of food and drink here has tripled.

In addition to this, I also sold two small ships out of the four ships, which together amounted to eight thousand gold dragons.

In other words, including the cash previously grabbed, the team already has a start-up capital of close to 40,000 gold dragons.

Now we have two options.

One is to use the money to do business with the two big ships, and earn the price difference by buying low and selling high.

The other is to hoard large quantities of food, iron, leather, weapons, armor, arrows and other war supplies before the war breaks out.

When the war breaks out, we can either sell these hoarded materials at sky-high prices, or we can use them to quickly arm an army and become a force that can influence the outcome. "

Caroline bluntly stated all the plans she could think of.

The more she understands the profession of mage, the more she understands the importance of wealth, and she is eager to save a large amount of money quickly.

Jack lowered his head and thought for a moment, then quickly said: "I think we should hoard war supplies."

"What a coincidence! I think so too.

After all, making money is only one of our goals. Cultivating the team through war and killing, improving professional levels, and making everyone stronger are the most important things.

What's more, we want to make ourselves famous through this martial arts tournament and let the great nobles and lords see the strength of the team.

When the war breaks out, they will rush to hire us at high prices. "

Wu Sheng also expressed his views.

"OK! It's settled then! Caroline, while there is nothing else to do during the tournament, you can take some people on a boat to other places to purchase war supplies as cheaply as possible." Jack ordered crisply.

Caroline immediately nodded slightly: "Okay! I will set off with people early tomorrow morning.

Oh, by the way, regarding the Tourney, I learned that there is a contestant who deserves attention, named Gregor Clegane.

Because of his strong stature and immense strength, he was nicknamed the Magic Mountain.

It is said that there is no second warrior more powerful and threatening than him in the entire continent of Westeros.

Especially the heavy armor he was wearing, ordinary people couldn't even move it.

If you encounter him in the game, remember to be careful. I don't want to hear about you being eliminated or killed directly. "

"Gregor Clegane? The Mountain? Haha, if we really meet him in a game, I will let him understand what the ultimate power is, and then use a war hammer to smash his head and helmet into meat patties. "

After saying that, Jack's eyes wrapped in a fully enclosed helmet flashed with a fierce light, and the ferocious smile on his face was enough to give people nightmares for months.

…

On the other side, the sudden arrival of the players attracted the attention of a conspirator in King's Landing.

He is none other than "Littlefinger" Petyr Baelish.

Since he has many informants and secretly controls many brothels, pubs, hotels and other places, it is very easy for him to discover this group of powerful outsiders with quite "characteristic" appearance.

After all, when players create characters, they almost without exception incorporate messy bloodlines, making them look quite weird even if their basic race is human.

What's more, there are non-human races such as dwarves, elves, gnomes, halflings, and orcs.

If one or two appear by chance, they may be explained by freaks.

But if thousands of people suddenly appear and believe that this is some kind of accident, it is really insulting to the IQ.

At least Petyr Baelish would never believe it.

However, what really makes him interested in the player community is not just his strong strength and weird appearance, but the players' naked disdain and contempt for the nobility and even the royal family.

Even when these guys see the carriages of kings, queens, princes, dukes and other nobles passing by, they will not bow their heads to salute or kneel down like ordinary civilians. Instead, they will speak to them in a language that others cannot understand. Be judgemental.

And as long as they are willing to pay enough, they don't mind what their employer asks them to do or who they kill, even if the target is Robert, the king.

Petyr Baelish thought this attitude of taking money to do things was wonderful!

If he can use or even control it well, he can easily complete many plans that would otherwise be impossible.

Thinking of this, the conspirator slowly picked up the pieces of information just sent by his subordinates and read them carefully. After about three to five minutes, he asked without raising his head: "These weirdos are all from the Free Trade City-Pantos." ?”

"Yes, my lord.

A businessman who had just returned from there said that great changes had occurred in Pantos recently.

As the governor, Illyrio not only obtained the help of a powerful wizard, hatched dragon eggs and obtained three young dragons, but also married Viserys Targaryen as his wife.

This group of weirdos was summoned by the wizard.

The total number of them was about ten thousand, some of them stayed in Pentos, some went south to Slaver's Bay, and the rest crossed the sea to King's Landing. "

The spies hidden in the darkness reported carefully.

"Wait! What did you just say? Who did Illyrio, the governor of Pentos, marry?"

Petyr Baelish's eyes widened in shock, as if he couldn't believe what his ears had just heard.

The corner of the spy's mouth twitched violently, and he repeated in a low voice: "He married Viserys Targary."

"Are you sure it's Viserys Targaryen and not Daenerys Targaryen?"

Petyr Baelish subconsciously stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, feeling that his outlook on life had been seriously challenged.

Although he ran a brothel and saw many customers with different sexual orientations and XPs, the problem was that these people had been like this from the beginning, and they definitely did not suddenly change overnight like Illyrio.

"My lord, I am absolutely certain.

This matter is already known to everyone in Pentos, and it is not a secret at all.

In addition, Illyrio also cleaned up other religions and gods in the city, and now only worships the Phoenix God-Bennu.

According to the descriptions of local believers, this god has performed miracles in various city-states along the coast of the Essos continent, and the priests he chooses often also possess magical powers of fire and healing.

Therefore, the number of believers is rising rapidly, and it has completely overwhelmed R'hllor, the King of Light.

Many city-states have even transformed the original temple of the Lord of Light into the Phoenix Temple. "

The spy quickly told the information he had without reservation.

Especially when he mentioned God, his hands were obviously shaking slightly, and he didn't know whether it was awe or fear.

After all, as a true god, Benu is far superior to other known gods in the world in terms of the range of miracles he can perform and the scale of magic he can bestow.

This is simply a dimensionality-reducing blow to ignorant and blind civilians.

"Wizards, dragons, weirdos of unknown origin and the Phoenix God I have never heard of... It seems that this world is undergoing some changes that I don't know about." Petyr Baelish murmured, touching his chin. Said.

But soon, he picked up a pen and paper and wrote a letter very quickly, handed it to his men and ordered: "Take this letter and a few precious gifts, go to Pantos and try to fight with that person." A wizard has contacted me. If circumstances permit, it would be best to invite him to Westeros, just saying that I have many things like dragon eggs that he might be interested in."

"As you wish."

The spy took the envelope without saying a word, turned around and disappeared into the darkness without a trace.

As soon as he left, a naked woman slowly walked in from the door, hugged the conspirator from behind, and used all her tricks to please him.

But unfortunately, Petyr Baelish was not in such a mood at all now. He pushed it away gently, burned the information on the table, and turned around to leave the gold-selling cave filled with people.

He now couldn't wait to test whether the "Eight-clawed Spider" whom he regarded as his only opponent also knew about the changes that had happened in Pentos and was concerned about his old friend marrying Viserys Targaryen. How things will react.

Most importantly, Varys has always had an inexplicable hatred for magic and wizards.

But now, these things that were once considered extinct and non-existent have shown signs of recovery.

Especially the hatching of the dragon, which symbolizes the hegemony of the Targaryen family, will definitely make the usurper Robert feel restless and frightened.

In this case, as long as he makes a few wrong decisions, the originally stable situation of the seven countries will immediately take a turn for the worse.

When war and chaos once again sweep across the continent, the ladder Petyr Baelish has been waiting for to climb up will appear.

So no matter what the angle, he must figure out the real purpose that Varys has been trying to hide as soon as possible, and at the same time let Robert know the changes in Pentos...