Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

The advantages of Pentos are self-evident. As a pearl of the bay, its geographical location, economic strength, population size, and historical heritage far surpass those of Andalus.

“Pantos…”

Viserys stared at the map spread out on the table.

I don't know when...

Viserys had already secretly set his sights on Pentos, his neighbor.

Chapter 183 Intelligence

The next morning.

Because he stayed up late last night, Viserys woke up a little later this morning.

However, she still crawled out of bed just as the sun was rising and then got dressed.

A maid helped the young king comb his long hair, while Viserys sat at his desk with breakfast laid out in front of him.

A few cookies and half a bread roll, a small dish of butter (which you can dip the cookies in), and a few slices of fried bacon (which you can wrap around the bread roll).

Viserys yawned as the pretty maidservants helped him fix his hair, while he reached out and picked up a biscuit, scooped it out of the cream dish, and then put it in his mouth.

click -

Crunchy.

"sleepy."

Then the silver-haired boy complained weakly. In front of outsiders, he was the epitome of resilience and genius, a young man who rose to fame and turned the tide. However, when he was alone, Viserys would collapse instantly and begin to sigh deeply.

Although there was a 'wise king' Daeron Targaryen II in Targaryen history, Viserys's work, which always involved staying up all night, would certainly earn him the title of 'wise ruler' if word got out, especially since he loved staying up late and still got up on time every morning.

However, Viserys is in good spirits, and only needs four or five hours of sleep a day.

Viserys savored his breakfast as the maid's soft hands massaged his scalp, his pale purple eyes fixed on the silver-plated bronze mirror crafted by a artisan from Myr.

Then, a cloud of black mist gradually emerged.

As he grew older, Viserys's attributes naturally improved significantly, and his natural physical growth did not seem to conflict with the existence of the black mist.

Black mist spread out.

In Viserys's vision, the entire house was shrouded in black mist, and as he absorbed more and more of it, its size continued to expand.

Strength (Sun): 18

Body type (Earth element): 18

Agility (Water-based): 17

Spirit (Lunar): 24

As Viserys grew older, his physical condition improved rapidly, while his mental strength improved at a slower pace. After so much time and even several major battles, he only increased his attribute by two points.

Viserys knew that when each attribute reached 20, a supernatural ability would be awakened.

What will be the next ability...?

While Viserys was simply taking a routine look at his condition, a guard came to report.

"His Majesty."

"Rams requests an audience."

Viserys, who was sitting in the chair, paused slightly, with a biscuit still in his mouth.

"So early?"

He heard from the people planted around Rams that Rams had only returned to Andalus in the early hours of the morning, and had come to find him not long after he hadn't even had a chance to sleep.

He truly is a ruthless person; he's even ruthless to himself.

The maid who was combing Viserys's hair stopped what she was doing and bowed politely.

"Your Majesty, I shall take my leave now."

Viserys nodded, and the maid then discreetly moved aside.

Because everyone in the castle knew that Viserys generally didn't like having anyone listening in when he was handling official business.

Not too much time has passed.

Hurried footsteps echoed in the hallway outside the door, and then a young man appeared in front of Viserys' bedroom.

"Your Majesty."

When Ramsay saw Viserys, he knelt down on both knees once again, like a dog wagging its tail.

Everyone else in the castle, including the servants, would not bow so deeply to Viserys, but only Ramsay insisted on doing so. However, Viserys did not stop him and let him do as he pleased.

"Check it out?"

"Rams."

Viserys remained seated in his chair, not moving an inch, and calmly spoke as he looked at the bastard son of the Earl of Dreadfort kneeling on the ground.

Rams looked exhausted, his hair was messy, and his eyes were bloodshot. It was said that he had been working for two days straight without closing his eyes.

"Yes, Your Majesty, I have ascertained Pentos's intentions."

Rams knelt on the ground and kowtowed respectfully several times. Then he took out a prepared intelligence report from his pocket, stood up, and handed it to Viserys.

Ramsay spent over a month leading the mere five soldiers assigned to him by Viserys, daringly venturing deep into Pentos, and ultimately obtaining the intelligence he desired through unknown means.

Just a few days earlier, Viserys had received a report from his intelligence department that a governor of Pentos, Oderoth, had been brutally murdered in the home of his mistress.

It was an estate outside Pentos, purchased by Audrey for his mistress.

It is said that when Audero and his mistress were found, they had all sunk into the well, their deaths extremely gruesome, and the bodies that were retrieved were too painful to look at.

It is suspected that they were attacked by their enemies.

After all, Audero's rise from a wealthy merchant to the position of governor of Pentos was achieved through countless acts of violence and bloodshed, and the number of other merchants he persecuted to death was incalculable.

Those investigating the matter believed that only someone who deeply hated Audero would be so cruel to him and would not take a single penny of the other treasures in the manor.

Viserys held the intelligence report in his hand, his fingers lightly rubbing a smear of blood that had accidentally gotten on the edge of the paper.

"Thanks for your hard work."

He then raised his head and gave Rams a deep look before turning his gaze back to continue watching.

Petyr Baelish?

Soon after, Viserys saw a familiar name and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"It turned out to be him."

The image of a short, dark-haired figure with a touch of gray appeared in his mind.

As a master of intrigue who secretly stirred up trouble, he left a significant mark on this period of history.

Viserys always believed that anyone capable of doing this was by no means a pushover.

However, it was only now that this unassuming 'Littlefinger' had come into Viserys's view for the first time.

Where did he go next?

Viserys then asked.

The young man standing to the side with a gloomy face and his hands hanging down was slightly taken aback.

He didn't know why Viserys was so concerned about this man's whereabouts, but even in Westeros, he had never heard of this minor nobleman from the Fingers.

Rams then recalled that he had indeed tracked down this person back then, intending to capture him and torture him for interrogation.

However, when he found the place where Petyr had once stayed, he learned that Petyr had long since left Pentos by ship.

Ramsay told Viserys everything he knew without holding anything back.

Chapter 184 Intent

"Is that so?"

Viserys paused for a few seconds, then looked up again.

"Find an opportunity to get in touch with this person, using his relationship with Lysa as an example..."

However, Viserys hesitated, then pondered for a moment and sighed.

"Forget it, now is not the time."

"We should keep a close eye on this person; we'll need his help in the future."

Littlefinger will play a crucial role in shaping the future, but he doesn't have that influence yet.

Viserys could secretly support him and stir up the waters of Westeros even more.

However, Petyr Baelish does not yet possess such abilities; he still needs to cling to Jon Arryn like a maggot, absorbing the old duke's blood to strengthen himself.

"clear."

Although Ramsay didn't know why Petyr Baelish was so highly regarded by Viserys, he would treat everything his master said as gospel and hurriedly nodded in agreement.

Viserys then did not explain his reasons for doing so, but continued reading.

Petyr was sent to Pentos by the Iron Throne as an envoy to deliver a passionate speech about the Targaryen threat.

With the Dragon King by their side, even without Petyr's prompting, the governors of Pentos had already felt a sense of crisis.

After all, Pentos is currently the weakest of the nine free trade city-states.

Because of the terms of the defeat in the war with Braavos, Pentos still has the right to maintain its sovereignty and independence, but its warships are limited to no more than twenty, and it is prohibited from employing mercenaries, entering into contracts with free mercenary groups, or maintaining any army beyond the city guard.

Despite its massive walls, Pentos was still considered the most vulnerable of the free-trading city-states.

Moreover, Pentos is currently leaderless and its political system is in chaos. The head of the city-state, the Prince of Pentos, is merely a figurehead, while the wealthy merchant governors who truly control the power are all self-interested, opportunistic, and cowardly bullies.

Pentos is so weak and vulnerable because it lacks a strong leader or a united collective will, and it needs to maintain a friendly attitude towards other free city-states and the Dothraki horse kings.

Over the years, they cultivated relationships with a string of powerful khao, sending them gifts and gold and silver to ensure their khalasars operated east of the Lorne River and to protect the safety of Pentos.

Now, a powerful force has suddenly risen around Pentos: the Targaryen family, the exiled royal family that fled from Westeros to Essos.