Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

Unlike those nobles who looked down on people and even treated them, these peasants, as pigs and dogs.

If even a king can love his people like his own children and care for his soldiers, then why should nobles whose territories are no bigger than a village look up to the heavens?

Viserys set a good example, and the nobles under his command, both high and low, dared not be arrogant or domineering.

At least among the nobles around Andalus, if someone dared to cause trouble for the region, his lord would rush to send him to the gallows without the people even having to come to the castle to complain, for fear of being implicated.

Therefore, Viserys enjoyed extremely high prestige among the people and was portrayed as a perfect figure in legends.

In addition, thanks to the role of the Ministry of the Interior, almost any news circulating in Andalus would end up on Viserys's desk the very next day.

Then a long column of cavalry escorted their king slowly toward the north gate of Pentos.

This time, the guards at the north gate of Pentos were not intimidated by the group of knights in gleaming armor and with their blades stained with snow, and they made a fool of themselves.

Because they had already received the news, they cleared the city gates to welcome Viserys.

but…

The problem of the Pentos Guards being rotten to the core has not been solved.

Viserys rode on his warhorse, and the white horse snorted slightly, exhaling a puff of white mist.

The Pentos guards standing below were crooked and their helmets were askew. They kept yawning and had dark circles under their eyes, indicating that they hadn't slept well the night before.

"His Majesty."

"The Governor-General had intended to greet you, but the snowstorm was too severe..."

The city gate guard was a large, fat man with an oily face, but he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and explained nervously.

In this kind of weather, everyone around him was shivering from the cold, but his fat played an important role at this time.

The city of Pentos is also currently experiencing severe snow accumulation. Last night's heavy snowfall collapsed several houses and a market, resulting in the deaths of some civilians.

Illyrio had intended to meet Viserys, but due to heavy snow accumulation on the way, the carriage wheels were unable to move, causing a slight traffic jam and thus making him a little late.

"It's alright, we can wait for Lord Illyrio."

However, Viserys waved his hand, not caring whether anyone was there to greet him or not. The snow was still falling from above, and he exhaled white breath.

His gaze shifted from the distant, white expanse of bustling city to the city gate guards below his horse and the surrounding Pentos guards.

His eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a smile.

"Let's chat."

Viserys then gently patted the saddle and dismounted, his feet sinking into the snow.

"His Majesty."

A thin, sharp-looking Pentos guard quickly took the reins from Viserys's hands.

"Uh…"

The portly gatekeeper had no idea what Viserys wanted to talk to him about.

He was panting heavily after taking only two steps, constantly exhaling white breath, and sweat was streaming down his forehead, showing just how weak he had become.

Such a physique is inferior not only to that of an army soldier, but even to that of a farm boy.

However, he became a guard at one of the city gates of Pentos, an important position.

Viserys was a little curious, then adjusted his deerskin gloves, brushed off the snow, and turned to ask.

"Let's chat for a bit, don't be nervous."

"So? Being a city guard in such a wealthy city-state as Pentos is a pretty good job, isn't it?"

"Uh..."

The city gate guard looked somewhat nervous as he chatted with Viserys alone.

The tension intensified, especially when she was being stared at by those pale purple eyes.

"Uh...it's okay, it's okay."

"It's basically opening the city gates every day, collecting 'tolls,' and then... uh..."

Being a guard at the gates of Pentos was a lucrative job, especially for such an important position as the gatekeeper.

His uncle was a wealthy governor of Pentos, which is why he spent a considerable amount of money to place him in such an important position.

Countless caravans pass through this city gate every day, and if any contraband is found, the guards at the gate have the right to confiscate or impound the caravans.

Of course, if sensible people are willing to pay a small 'toll,' they won't mind letting them in.

Therefore, the Pentos garrison is now highly corrupt, even comparable to the Gold Robes of King's Landing.

However, the governors of Pentos did not intend to replace the current commander-in-chief of the garrison, as this was already a compromise, and the next commander-in-chief might be even worse.

The city gate guard, realizing he had let something slip, became even more nervous and quickly covered his mouth. He remained silent no matter what Viserys asked him afterward.

However, Viserys didn't seem to care and just smiled slightly.

From his last visit to Pentos to this one, he could roughly figure out what the city-state's only 'regular army' had become.

And at this time.

Governor Illyrio of Pentos, whose traffic was congested due to the morning snow, finally arrived by carriage.

The obese middle-aged man climbed down from the carriage, panting, and came to Viserys' side, taking his hand.

"I apologize, Your Majesty."

"The snow was too heavy yesterday, so we couldn't get here in time."

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The wealthy governor with the yellow, forked beard began to complain about the terrible weather, and then gripped Viserys's hand tightly.

However, he looked around and, taking advantage of holding Viserys's hand, leaned forward slightly.

He whispered in Viserys' ear as softly as a mosquito's buzz.

"Your Majesty, you shouldn't have come to Pentos."

"Oh?"

Viserys raised an eyebrow upon hearing this, tilted his head slightly to look at the obese governor's ear, and looked somewhat surprised.

Then, knowing the answer already, he replied in a low voice.

"What does Your Excellency mean by that?"

"Ugh..."

However, Illyrio didn't say much, he just sighed and shook his head.

He then quickly released Viserys's hand and gestured for him to enter.

"Your Majesty, let's go back and talk about it."

...

Not long after.

Viserys' cavalry entered the city of Pentos, carrying their flags high as they marched through the city's wide streets, attracting the attention of many Pentos residents along the way.

This is a prosperous and magnificent city that far surpasses Andalus, and even rivals King's Landing. Square brick towers can be seen everywhere, most of which are covered with tiles.

In the distance, there are towering hills surrounded by densely packed buildings, all now covered in a blanket of white, with heavy snow still falling gently from above.

"call…"

Viserys rode his warhorse, his cavalry following behind him, moving through the crowds and walking down the avenue, their breath steaming in the air.

Pentos was very densely populated, even more so than Aposta in Slaver's Bay. When Viserys's cavalry of over two hundred men entered Pentos, it was like a small boat entering the vast ocean, making no ripples whatsoever.

The sight of regular soldiers, not mercenaries, walking through the streets still attracted the attention of many Pentos people, especially since they were carrying bright red three-headed dragon banners.

The Pentos knew this emblem all too well.

They all knew that a powerful neighbor had risen around Pentos: the Targaryen royal family, exiled to Essos, who were of true royal blood.

Illyrio's carriage led the way, driving the crowds on both sides. After all, the governor's banner was more effective than the Targaryen banner in Pentos.

The people on both sides were also curiously looking at them.

Viserys, sitting on his horse, could see the bustling crowds on both sides.

There were vendors pushing carts through the streets and alleys, and fishermen selling fish barefoot.

On the rooftop, half-grown boys played and frolicked, their faces tanned dark by the sun. There were also groups of mercenaries carrying weapons, and Viserys even spotted a few Dothraki.

These Dothraki may have been slaves of a wealthy merchant, or they may have broken away from their tribe and decided to go it alone.

Such scenes are almost everywhere. Pentos truly lives up to its reputation as a giant city-state, with people from all over the world, from all walks of life, and even from all races.

However, a small incident occurred during this process.

A wine merchant pulling a cart full of barrels saw the three-headed dragon banner, then shouted the name of the Targaryens and blocked the army's path.

The merchant claimed to be a Reacher, speaking fluent Westeros Common, and even with a slight King's Landing accent.

He stopped the cavalry, declaring his loyalty to the true king. The people of Westeros eagerly awaited Viserys's arrival to lead his army across the Narrow Sea and overthrow the usurper's rule. He then offered Viserys a toast.

However, Viserys remained seated on horseback, holding the reins, calmly observing the 'wine merchant' below.

Looking at the deep red wine the other person was holding, his expression remained unchanged. Then he gestured with his chin towards the soldier beside him.

"Feed him this glass of wine."

Viserys spoke calmly.

Upon hearing his command, the soldiers, as fierce as wolves, pounced on him. The 'wine merchant' changed his expression drastically, drew a short sword from his waist, and tried to break through the encirclement.

However, the guards around Viserys were naturally elites who had undergone rigorous selection. They plunged a sword into the 'merchant's' thigh, and the man let out a scream.

They immediately grabbed the man's wrist, disarming him with the short sword. Two soldiers held down his shoulders and wrists, then kicked him in the knee, breaking his knee.

click -

The wine merchant screamed in agony, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

Another soldier stepped forward, grabbed the man's chin, forced him to open his mouth, and held the wine he had just been about to pour for Viserys.