Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

"Naturally, it was to help the True King forge this 'Messenger of Light'."

Melisandre answered Viserys' question without hesitation.

She didn't dare to use the same words she had used to criticize Master Tob to argue with Viserys, but instead spoke seriously.

Viserys was slightly taken aback when he heard her words, and then looked on incredulously.

"You can swing a sledgehammer too?"

Viserys looked the beautiful woman up and down, especially at her slender arms. It was hard to imagine Melisandre shirtless, sweating profusely, swinging a sledgehammer in a blacksmith's shop.

"Uh..."

Viserys' words left the eloquent Melisandre speechless for a moment, her expression seemingly one of bewilderment. She stared intently at Viserys' face for a long while before slowly continuing.

"I'm sorry to disappoint Your Majesty, I don't know how to swing a sledgehammer."

“I just wanted to offer a little help in forging the 'Lightbringer'.”

Melisandre did not specify what kind of help she wanted to offer.

At the same time, for some reason, she insisted that the heart of the Red Comet's star could be used to forge the 'Lightbringer'.

Viserys listened to her request, pondered for a moment, and then nodded in agreement.

"can."

Just then, a guard rushed in from outside.

"His Majesty."

Then he whispered a few words in Viserys' ear.

Viserys' expression froze for a moment, then he turned his head in disbelief.

"What? They dug up the grave?"

"Who did this? What kind of deep-seated hatred could they have?"

Chapter 173 Digging Graves

By the time Viserys arrived, a large crowd had already gathered in a wasteland outside Andalus.

"His Majesty."

Viserys rode his horse here, then dismounted, and a black-haired knight in silver armor approached.

"It was first discovered by a local farmer."

Viserys turned his head and saw an old man in the crowd who had rolled up his trousers and was barefoot.

He was being questioned by soldiers at the moment, and it seemed that he was the first to discover that Gillian's grave had been dug up.

"Two silver deer will be awarded as a reward."

Viserys merely glanced at it, nodded, and looked away; naturally, his attendants would handle the matter for him.

Viserys then looked at the black-haired knight.

"Go on, has the investigation been completed?"

"what is going on."

This morning, a farmer passing by discovered that a previously new grave had been dug up.

Regardless of religious doctrine, the dead should be given peace. This act of digging up someone's grave is undoubtedly a serious crime. Therefore, the kind-hearted old man reported it to the guards at the outpost at a crossroads not too far away.

The guards on duty sent someone over to investigate, and discovered that it was actually the tomb of 'Scholar Gunther,' who had been executed by His Majesty not long ago.

His grave was dug up, and his body disappeared without a trace.

The guards then quickly relayed the message to the castle. The matter wasn't a big deal, but the guards weren't sure how important it was either.

So the message was eventually sent to Viserys.

"That's roughly what happened, but what's puzzling is that there don't seem to be any footprints left around."

As the black-haired knight spoke, he hesitated for a moment before finally refraining from voicing his bold guess.

He was also a mercenary knight from Westeros, who had been employed by a nobleman in the Vale, serving as a coachman in the castle and a steward for a time, and possessed certain management skills.

Later, he heard from the castle lord that the Targaryens had risen again in the East and that dragons had appeared.

After careful consideration, he voluntarily terminated his employment contract with the Vale nobles and, like many wandering knights who were frustrated in Westeros, boarded a merchant ship bound for Essos with dreams in his heart, eventually arriving in Andalus to swear allegiance to their king.

Is that so?

Viserys frowned slightly upon hearing this, unsure of what to say; such matters were indeed somewhat unsettling.

Why would anyone want to dig up his grave?

Gillian Lannister was examined at that time and it was confirmed that he had indeed lost his heartbeat and breathing.

The body was placed in a coffin and left in the courtyard overnight. By the next day, it already smelled of decay before being carried out of the castle and buried in a random spot outside the city.

Furthermore, Gillian had nothing on his person, nor any expensive burial goods.

Who would be interested in a corpse that has nothing on it?

Then, Viserys slightly raised his hand to cover his mouth and nose as he walked to the front of the crowd.

"His Majesty."

"king."

The soldiers and civilians who were standing there making way for him. Many of them recognized Viserys, mainly because of his signature silver hair and the fact that he was surrounded by guards.

Viserys nodded slightly, then went to the dug-out grave and knelt down.

However, Viserys frowned after just one glance.

"It's too chaotic."

The area in front of Gillian's grave is now a mess. Soil has been dug up and scattered on both sides, and the coffin that once held the body has been brutally ripped open with a huge wound, as if a wild beast had torn the coffin lid apart.

"However... if someone came for the corpse..."

"Aren't the people digging up the grave so roughly afraid of damaging Gillian's body?"

Viserys didn't know how to figure it out.

Just now, another thought had crossed his mind: that the Lannisters had planted more than just Gillian as a spy for him.

He must have had some backup, and after news of Gillian's death spread, these people secretly dug up Gillian's grave in order to take his body back to Tywin.

However, seeing the scene of the car accident before him, Viserys couldn't help but doubt his idea.

If these people's real purpose was simply to kill the corpse, then they shouldn't have been so brutal.

Otherwise, if Gillian's body were smashed to pieces and taken back, wouldn't Tywin, who's so protective of his own, burn them alive?

Viserys could no longer check these people's footprints and directions.

All the traces around had been trampled over by the crowd of onlookers.

Seeing Viserys's slightly furrowed brow and glancing at the messy footprints on the ground, the black-haired knight finally realized he had made a serious mistake; he should have cleared the area.

"This... I'm sorry, Your Majesty..."

The black-haired knight in silver armor looked embarrassed and tried to explain, but Viserys simply waved his hand.

"Never mind, it's not your fault."

After all, the knight wasn't the first to arrive here; by the time he got there, the place was probably already a mess.

Even if there are footprints, with the current technology, it's impossible to track them too far; we can only know a general direction.

"It's nothing serious, it's just that Gillian's grave was dug up."

"This matter ends here."

Viserys glanced at the dug-up grave a few times before losing interest.

After all, the evidence and traces have been destroyed, so even if he were a brilliant detective, he wouldn't be able to find anything.

Viserys then left the crowd and went to his horse, taking the reins from his squire.

The snow-white warhorse nuzzled his head against his hair, and Viserys patted his companion's neck before turning to the black-haired knight and giving him another word of advice.

"If there's any other information about this matter, please let me know. Otherwise, let's leave it at that."

"clear."

The black-haired knight quickly nodded and reached out to help Viserys mount his horse.

"No need."

However, Viserys rejected him.

Neat riding boots touched the ground, then the young king stepped into the stirrups, turned and sat on the horse's back, glanced at the large hole that had been dug out, and then turned the horse around.

"Walk."

Several servants who had followed from inside the castle mounted their warhorses and headed back towards the castle.

Chapter 174 Withdrawal

Some time has passed since the news of the approaching winter arrived.

Lord Eddard Stark of Winterfell disbanded the Northern army that had been assembled and was ready to join the war, urging them to hurry back to their homelands to prepare for the coming winter.

The tens of thousands of Northern troops vanished in an instant, casting a heavy shadow over the war Robert had been trying to organize.

The future is unclear.

After all, the North has always been King Robert's strongest supporter. Now that the North has abandoned its support for the Iron Throne, it's even harder to say how loyal the nobles in other places are.

The subsequent meeting in the throne room was conducted with the hall brightly lit.

The tapestry symbolizing the 'Crowned Stag' coat of arms of House Baratheon hung on the wall, and the obese King Robert sat on the cold iron throne.

Meanwhile, a large number of dignitaries from King's Landing stood densely packed on both sides below.

Jon Arryn, the First Hand; Barristan Selmy, captain of the Kingsguard; Chancellor of the Exchequer; Attorney General; Stannis, the Secretary of the Sea; and Varys, the Chief of Staff of the Intelligence Bureau, were at the forefront of the crowd.