Game of Thrones: Summoning the Fourth Calamity

Chapter 121 Capital Garrison

At night, the dragon egg crackled and popped as it burned in the stove.

Visser stood by the furnace, watching the four dragon eggs, but it seemed that there was no difference compared to before.

There was no dragon egg peeking out from the crack as one might have imagined, not even the Black Death of Viser, Bellerion.

Dani stood beside her, looking at her brother with curiosity. In the past, her brother rarely paid attention to the dragon eggs, and even if he did, he would only glance at them a few times. But he had never been so focused as he was today.

Although she had doubts, Dani didn't ask them, but simply stood quietly beside her brother.

Or how about we take Drogo's head and splatter some blood on it?

Shaking his head, Visser stopped thinking about it. Anyway, according to Little Fireman, Black Death would hatch on its own. As for the original three dragon eggs, let nature take its course.

Visser did not leave immediately, nor did he return to handle state affairs. He was the king, not a miserable royal minister; it was good for him to relax occasionally.

For example, sleeping while cuddling the fragrant Dani.

Yeah, just sleeping.

Covered with a velvet quilt, Dani's little face was flushed red.

Everyone knew that she would marry Visser someday, from the court eunuch whose name signified exceptionally long life to her maids and herself.

Targaryens have existed since ancient times, all for the sake of the purity of the true dragon bloodline.

Dani turned her back and huddled under the covers; asking her to turn around and face Visser now would be far too difficult.

Well, Dani was just shy, not like Diaochan was with Dong Zhuo, making things difficult for him and not wanting to turn around and face her husband.

After all, if we only consider looks and not ability, Wei Sai is far superior to Dong Zhuo.

Visser held Dani as if she were holding a taut kitten.

Visser placed his hand obediently on Dani's belly and quickly drifted off to sleep.

The army was exhausted, and His Majesty the King would fall asleep almost immediately with his eyes closed.

It's tough on Dani, who's stuck motionless like a wooden doll, and she's probably going to have a sleepless night.

Meanwhile, in the dead of night, some men sleep soundly with their beautiful women in their arms, while others toss and turn, unable to sleep all night.

The atmosphere in King's Landing, across the strait, has been somewhat oppressive these past few days.

Robb Stark, the traitor from the North, led his army to a great victory over Tywin Lannister, the Warden of the West.

Prior to this, Lord Tywin's Lion Army had won a series of victories in the Riverlands and besieged Riverrun, the city of House Tully, an ally of the Northern Barbarians.

Ha, Edmure actually dared to spout nonsense about never giving up an inch of House Tully's land, but in the end, he still cowered in Riverrun under his father's iron cavalry, not daring to leave the city to fight his father.

What is he? He's a complete idiot. James could chop off his head in one strike!

Hmph, sooner or later Jaime will breach Riverrun and kill that fool and his father Horst, leaving their heads on spears!

At that time, Cersei was so confident that her father would clear all obstacles for his grandson, and Jaime would clear all obstacles for his son!

She didn't understand military affairs; all she knew was that the Tully family, the allies the barbarians of the North had amassed, were no match for the Lannisters!

But now, that damned brat from the North has actually managed to win a battle against his father and lift the siege of Riverrun!

Damn it!

I heard that James was ambushed by the barbarians and almost captured, but luckily he was unharmed and broke out. He even wrote to me, saying that he personally killed fourteen of the rebels' best fighters. Hmph, what kind of fighters? They were just trash.

But it's good that James is alright.

Cersei's face was extremely pale, and her fingers were turning white as she gripped the cup. It was clear that the Queen Mother was using all her strength, as if she were strangling that northern brat Robb.

Hmph, even if the Tully soldiers of Riverrun joined forces with the barbarians of the North, they would still be no match for my father and Jaime!

Queen Cersei held her head high, and despite her inner displeasure at the setbacks in the war, she had regained her haughtiness.

She has always been so proud.

But beneath his arrogance, his gaze was fixed on the direction of Dragonstone. What was that damned Stannis up to?

Since Stannis raised his army, he had been holed up on Dragonstone, controlling a massive fleet, and even Joffrey, no matter how furious, could not launch an attack on this traitor.

However, the other side never led a fleet to attack King's Landing.

Did they want to gather more troops? Cersei was somewhat disdainful. Even now, Stannis's army was said to number only 13,000.

Hmph, not only are they pitifully few, but can the barren Dragonstone Island support 13,000 people?

"Let them starve to death," Cersei thought.

Although the war was not going well and was causing the Queen Mother a lot of worry, with her father Tywin and brother Jaime around, she was not so worried that she couldn't sleep.

The one who was truly tossing and turning and couldn't sleep was Genos Slint, the commander of the capital's garrison.

The son of a butcher.

"Damn it!" The short, stocky man with a double chin and a bald head, known as the "little barrel-shaped commander with a frog-like face," muttered under his breath.

Oh, the seventh level of hell! He was actually threatened today! Threatened by some outlaws from a flea den!

Recently, Genos discovered that his men were handing over less and less money to him.

Genos viewed this as disrespectful.

He needed to drag out a few of the troublemakers to set an example, so that these damned guys wouldn't be confused about who was the boss.

He decided to target Paro, a squad leader in charge of a hundred men in the Flea Nest district.

This guy only recently bought the position of company commander from him, but Genos is not a nice guy who remembers kindness.

He led over a hundred men to find the other party, vowing to teach them a lesson.

At first, things went smoothly. Paro was as subservient to him as he had imagined, even when he used the most insulting words.

Genos viewed this as a test of his subordinates' loyalty.

Paro passed the test, and Genos decided to forgive him.

The junior company commander was quite sensible and invited him to stay and attend the banquet.

But damn it, eight company commanders, two battalion commanders, and twenty or thirty squad leaders from another district appeared at the banquet.

Gods! These people together have at least three or four thousand men! His entire garrison only has six thousand men!

He called to his men, but they were too drunk to get up no matter how much he called.

Some burly men appeared in the room and surrounded him.

Genos stood up, blustering but inwardly weak, and berated the men, but they remained unmoved, including his captains.

What a joke! They spent money to buy their positions for themselves. They didn't fight tooth and nail to get in here to work for Genos, so what loyalty are they talking about?

"You're too greedy, Genos!"

"Many brothers are dissatisfied, Commander!"

Damn faces flashed through his mind one after another, damn it!

Genos swore he would get his revenge! And...and...so many of his garrison captains were disloyal!

After the anger came lingering fear. Genos's eyes were unreadable, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.