Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

Meanwhile, Viserys was worrying about who to appoint as the first commander of this newly established 'Ministry of Internal Affairs,' which barely had any members.

Ramsay, harboring ambitions, suddenly appeared before Viserys after crossing the ocean.

Ramsay Snow is the name of a lowly bastard, a name that is almost ubiquitous in the North.

However, he also had another code name with Viserys.

'Little Peeler'

He is the illegitimate son of Duke Roose Bolton, the current lord of House Bolton of Dreadfort.

As the family of the former Kings in the North, the Lord Bolton was equally ambitious, yet dared not openly associate with the Targaryens. So he sent his bastard son Ramsay to Andalus to show his sincerity.

"The Bolton family still remembers the late King, and His Majesty's loyal Dreadfortress is ready to turn against him at any time in the future."

Ramsay Snow, on the other hand, was prostrate on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly until blood flowed from his forehead.

"Rams is willing to be His Majesty's good dog."

Chapter 180 Petyr Baelish

The sun is shining brightly.

In the Neptune's Palace in Braavos, a short, thin young man stands in the garden, admiring the lush greenery and vibrant blossoms before him.

Winter is coming.

King Robert has now been forced to abandon his plans to conquer Essos, and all of the Seven Kingdoms, except for Dorne, are busy preparing for the winter.

However, across the Narrow Sea in Braavos, the scene remains as vibrant as springtime, though locals say the temperature has simply dropped recently.

The young man, gazing at the beautiful garden before him, was moved by the scene and couldn't help but think of his hometown and the girl with maroon hair from his past.

He even fought to the death for the other person, tears streaming down his face, but unfortunately the other person went to the far north and he probably won't be able to meet him again.

"Lord Petyr Baelish."

Just then, a voice came from behind the young man.

A man dressed in a simple gray robe walked over, and the two exchanged a few polite words. The Braavos municipal official then raised his hand and gestured for them to enter.

The young man named Petyr Baelish nodded politely with a standard smile, and then the two of them walked deeper into the Sea King's Palace.

After winding through the corridors of Neptune's palace, the two soon arrived at Neptune Braavos's bedroom.

Thump thump...

The municipal official knocked lightly on the door twice, and two coughs came from inside, followed by an indistinct "Come in."

Squeak.

The grey-robed city official pushed open the door and gestured for him to enter again. Petyr nodded and went inside.

The current Aquaman of Braavos, Ferrego Antalion, is in much worse physical condition than when Viserys first met him.

Now he is thin, and in his early forties, his hair is completely gray.

If he weren't Aquaman of Braavos, he might have died long ago due to his illness. However, he is currently being kept alive by a large number of precious and rare drugs and is still barely clinging to life.

Standing before his bed was a tall, imposing swordsman, clad in heavy armor, his eyes gleaming as he scrutinized the short man from Westeros who represented the Iron Throne.

Braavos's chief swordsman has been replaced.

Former chief swordsman Cyrio Forerunner was expelled from the Sea King's Palace by the Sea King for some unknown mistake and was forbidden from ever returning to Braavos.

However, the newly appointed chief swordsman of Braavos has none of the 'Bravos flavor' he should have.

Instead, he resembles a traditional Westeros knight, whose beauty lies in his tall and strong stature, rather than in the agile and swift dance of water.

His name is Quero Valentine.

"Your Excellency Frederick Antalion, I extend my greetings on behalf of His Majesty Robert Baratheon I."

The young man from King's Landing saw what Sea King Braavos looked like now, and a hint of surprise silently flashed across his gray-green eyes.

However, he still bowed slightly without making a sound.

He never imagined that the man who was rumored to possess the world's greatest wealth and command the world's most powerful 'invincible fleet' would be lying in a hospital bed, terminally ill.

Petyr Baelish was unfamiliar with the specific political system of Braavos, but he knew that Aquaman was elected and served for life.

But surprisingly, no one in Braavos, despite its sickly state, wanted to replace it?

He didn't understand.

Aquaman lay on his sickbed, his weary eyes fixed on the messenger of the Iron Throne. He was about to say something when he was interrupted by a series of violent coughs.

"Lord Neptune, would you like to take some more medicine?"

His chief swordsman, Quero, had some concerns, but Ferrego, after coughing violently, waved his hand to dismiss them.

"No need, Que Luo, it's not time to take the medicine yet."

Then, lying on the hospital bed, the man's gaze fell once again on Petyr Baelish.

"Lord Baelish, is that so?"

Ferrego's voice was somewhat weak, but he still managed to muster his energy.

“If King Robert wants a loan, I think he should go to the manager of the Iron Treasury, not me.”

He had heard that the Iron Treasury had just rejected a loan request from the Chancellor of the Exchequer in King's Landing last month, citing the approaching winter and the fact that the Seven Kingdoms would be even less able to repay the loan, and demanding that minerals and land be used as collateral.

However, not long afterward, the Iron Throne sent another messenger, this time requesting an audience with him.

"King Robert did not send me to Braavos this time to seek a loan."

"But they want to cooperate with Braavos in other areas, Lord Neptune."

When it came to serious matters, Petyr straightened his expression slightly and began to speak in a solemn tone.

“I just came from Pentos.”

"Oh?"

When Frego heard the Iron Throne representative's words, no surprise appeared in his eyes, as if he already knew that Petyr Baelish had come from Pentos.

"Cooperation."

"I wonder what kind of cooperation King Robert wants with Braavos."

Aquaman lay on the hospital bed, his voice still weak and feeble, yet carrying an inexplicable pressure that made Littlefinger, who had been a lobbyist before, feel his heart race.

Convincing a man of exceptional talent like the Sea King of Braavos is far more difficult than persuading the governors of Pentos.

Petyr Baelish was on the recommendation of Jon Arryn, the Lord Hand of the King. The Duke had long recognized the young man's exceptional abilities; it was his wife Lysa who had recommended him.

Petyr was born into a small, insignificant family, but his father had formed a friendship with the Tully family during the War of the Ninepenny Kings. As a result, Petyr grew up in Riverrun as an adopted son and became friends with the two Tully sisters.

Therefore, the Duke had no doubts, especially since Petyr's tax collection in Seagull had increased more than tenfold, which further convinced Jon Arryn of Petyr's abilities.

Therefore, for this extremely important trip, Petyr Baelish was recommended to give it a try.

"Naturally, it's to cooperate in resolving the greatest threat facing Braavos and the Iron Throne, Lord Neptune."

Petyr carefully considered his words as he gazed at Braavos, the Sea King, lying on the sickbed.

He constantly reminded himself that the other person was one of the most powerful people in the world.

"The son of the Mad King".

"Viserys Targaryen."

"His existence has far exceeded Braavos's expectations, hasn't it?"

"He has a dragon, and the mountains that block his path are not enough to stop the dragon's advance."

Chapter 181 Surveillance

However, after Petyr Baelish's bold words, the room fell silent.

Littlefinger thought his words hit Aquaman's nail on the head. After all, while there was no direct evidence to prove that Braavos was secretly supporting the Targaryens, it was common knowledge.

Just as Dorne was secretly supporting the development of Andalus, sending over large quantities of supplies.

Otherwise, no matter how great Viserys's abilities were, he couldn't have created such a vast empire out of thin air when he had nothing. Even the craftsmen who built the castle were borrowed from Braavos and Dorne.

Braavos's reason for doing so was also clear: the combined size of the seven kingdoms after unification was indeed too enormous.

The Targaryen rule was once so firmly established that it was difficult for them to interfere. However, Westeros is now in a period of upheaval, with the Targaryen dynasty overthrown and replaced by the Baratheon dynasty.

Therefore, Braavos naturally hoped to take advantage of this opportunity to extend his reach into Westeros.

Today, countless nobles in the Seven Kingdoms have been on the verge of bankruptcy, only managing to survive thanks to loans secretly obtained from the Iron Treasury.

Those who receive kindness today will surely repay it many times over in the future.

Viserys was merely a pawn in Braavos's scheme to disrupt Westeros.

However, this piece is now gradually developing into a player, which will inevitably cross Bravos' bottom line.

This was what Petyr believed he had grasped as the key to victory.

Meanwhile, Aquaman Braavos lay on his sickbed, staring at Petyr Baelish, his desolate eyes devoid of any luster.

He remained silent for a while, then took a couple of breaths, his chest heaving.

"Lord Baelish, why is Andalus the greatest threat to Braavos?"

Ferrego's tone was flat.

The young man from King's Landing, however, perked up slightly.

His worst fear was that Aquaman Braavos would deny it outright, refuse to talk to him about it, or even drive him away.

Even if Littlefinger had great abilities, he wouldn't be able to complete the task assigned by King Robert.

As long as Aquaman is willing to continue the conversation on this topic, Petyr Baelish is confident that he can persuade Braavos to become enemies of the Targaryens, forming the encirclement planned by Lord Tywin, and locking the remnants of the Targaryens in this land.

Andalus has now reached its growth limit. To the north lies Braavos, to the south Pentos, and to the west lies Norfos, surrounded by mountains. If Andalus wants to continue to develop, it must break through these barriers.

If the Iron Throne had followed its original plan and emulated the War of the Ninepenny Kings, launching an expedition to completely wipe out the Targaryen remnants, then there would have been no further developments.

But winter came at the worst possible time.