Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

"His Majesty?"

The guard turned to Viserys and asked for his opinion.

Viserys glanced at Illyrio, who had also dismounted from the carriage.

The sudden turn of events caught the other side off guard, and cold sweat trickled down their foreheads, fearing that Viserys might misunderstand something.

"This matter has nothing to do with me, Your Majesty."

Then, feeling Viserys's gaze, the fat man quickly nodded.

"This is a despicable act. Please do as you see fit."

Viserys nodded slightly.

"Your Majesty, shall we not interrogate them?"

Suddenly, Rams, who was hiding behind his hood, spoke up, his eyes filled with a cruel light.

Not only did Viserys notice it himself, but Ramsay had also whispered a reminder to him from behind.

Such crude assassination techniques might fool an innocent young girl, but that's one thing.

However, it would be nearly impossible to deceive Viserys and Ramsay.

"never mind."

Viserys shook his head slightly, then looked around at the Pentos people who had crowded around to watch the event.

The love of watching excitement is an inherent trait of most people, regardless of the world they live in.

"This matter will spread quickly, and we won't get anything out of them during interrogation; they've already run away."

"Yes, you're right."

Ramsay obeyed Viserys's every word without question, nodding slightly.

Then, once again, he concealed his face completely under his hood, glanced at the 'wine merchant,' and sneered twice.

Viserys then nodded to the soldier who had captured the assassin.

Without stopping to look any further, he spurred his horse and left the spot.

The spiked wine was roughly poured down his throat as the other person stared in horror.

Not long afterward.

The man, who claimed to be from the Bend, turned as red as blood and rolled around on the ground.

He clutched his throat desperately until it bled profusely, then kicked his legs and remained motionless.

The crowd erupted in uproar upon seeing the man's reaction after drinking the alcohol.

However, among these people, there was a man with an ordinary face and even some baldness who witnessed the whole scene.

Then he raised his head and looked at Viserys's back in the distance with a complicated expression.

Chapter 195 The Immaculate

The wine merchant incident was just a minor episode in Viserys's journey into Pentos.

When Viserys and his party arrived at Illyrio's courtyard, Ramsay Bolton, who had been following him, had disappeared without a trace.

It disappeared into this vast, populous city-state, like a drop of water falling into the ocean, perfectly blending in.

Illyrio, unaware that Viserys's party was missing a few people, warmly invited Viserys into his mansion.

Viserys dismounted and handed the reins to a soldier wearing light armor, a short sword at his waist, and a spiked helmet.

The soldier's movements were concise and powerful, and his eyes were devoid of any other color, like a precise machine without any emotion.

"Ok?"

Viserys looked at the soldier a few more times with some curiosity. He remembered that he hadn't seen this kind of soldier the last time he came to Illyrio's courtyard.

This seems to be...

Viserys felt he recognized him and almost blurted it out.

"The Immaculate One".

The wealthy merchant governor, with his large belly, huffed and puffed as he got off the carriage. He then noticed that Viseris had glanced at his guards a few times before speaking up to explain.

Is this your first time meeting someone?

"But it makes sense, these guys without 'longswords' all come from Astapor, which is quite far from Andalus."

Illyrio burst into laughter.

"So they were the Immaculate."

Viserys' eyes showed a hint of surprise; he had just thought of it, but he still hesitated to recognize it.

This is a renowned army on the continent of Essos. The Unsullied Legion has created countless miracles in the history of warfare. Even if you have never seen them, almost everyone knows that the Unsullied are the best soldiers.

Because these slave warriors undergo cruel selection from a young age, only one-third of all slave children can survive years of inhumane training.

Ultimately, he became a true Immaculate One, completely abandoning human emotions and becoming a pure killing machine.

They would obey their master's orders unconditionally, even if it meant chopping off a hand or slitting their throat on the spot.

These Unsullied warriors have almost no drawbacks other than their high price.

However, the high price was not the fault of the Unsullied warriors, but rather that the wealthy merchants who wanted to buy these warriors to protect them didn't have enough money in their pockets.

Viserys then glanced at the soldier's back a few more times.

The other man led his warhorse to the area outside the courtyard where horses were kept, and then meticulously tied the rope around it, seemingly ignoring Illyrio's words.

Then Viserys looked away.

"That's really good."

"As expected of the renowned Immaculate One."

Viserys was quite envious of these elite soldiers; conventional training could hardly achieve such results.

Illyrio continued to laugh heartily, his yellow beard trembling with a hint of smugness. Having Unsullied warriors guarding the house was practically the highest level of defense available.

A few days ago, a governor of Pentos was murdered at his estate outside the city. His guards did not even realize at first that their master had been tortured to death.

When the slave guards finally discovered what had happened, they did not choose to inform others, but instead scattered and fled.

Because the governor had a family, if his family found out that their dereliction of duty had led to the governor's death, they would probably all die as well. Therefore, all the slaves scattered and tried to escape.

However, before they could escape for even two days, all the slaves were captured and buried alive to accompany the governor who had died tragically.

Therefore, after this incident, all the governors and wealthy merchants of Pentos were in a state of fear.

Meanwhile, Illyrio purchased a batch of one hundred Unsullied to strengthen the security of his courtyard, preventing a repeat of such a tragedy. After returning to Pentos, he sold some of them to other governors at a higher price.

Astapor stipulated that the Unsullied could only purchase items in whole numbers such as one hundred or one thousand, because they needed a command scepter to give orders. All the Unsullied were trained to recognize only the scepter and not the person. Once they had the scepter, they might not hesitate to turn around and kill their master even if ordered to do so.

"If you're interested, I'll give you two when you leave Pentos."

Illyrio generously gifted Viserys two Unsullied, even though they were expensive, he could afford to give away two.

"No need."

Viserys shook his head slightly.

The two Unsullied were of little use, even less effective than two battle-hardened mercenaries; otherwise, they wouldn't have suffered so many casualties when facing the Harpy's Son.

However, fighting alone is not the right way for the Unsullied to be used. They can only unleash their true power when they form an army.

This kind of fearlessness means that no matter how terrible the situation, they remain calm and maintain their formation. Even when the last soldier is dead, they can still bravely raise their spears and charge at the enemy.

That's what makes them so terrifying.

"please."

"please."

Viserys and Illyrio then entered the reception room.

A blonde maid served tea, stole a glance at Viserys, blushed, and then quickly ran away.

This situation was not unexpected; Viserys was already used to it. He glanced at the girl's shy retreating figure, then looked back at the wealthy merchant governor and spoke.

"Lord Illyrio, what did you mean by what you just said at the city gate?"

Viserys didn't continue with the pleasantries with Illyrio, but went straight to the point and asked.

When Illyrio heard that Viserys hadn't been vague, he nodded and got straight to the point, his greasy, fat face gradually turning serious.

"Hmm... perhaps you don't know."

"His Majesty."

Illyrio's voice was hoarse, his small eyes were full of seriousness, and he even subconsciously lowered his voice when he spoke.

“Some of the governors of Pentos now harbor ill intentions toward you.”

To Viserys' surprise, he directly admitted to everything.

"Ok?"

Viserys raised his eyebrows slightly.

He hadn't expected this; he had assumed Illyrio would pretend not to know.

After all, no matter how close he was to the Targaryens, he was still the governor of Pentos, which involved his fundamental interests.

However, Illyrio actually betrayed his teammates like that?

Chapter 196 Each with their own ulterior motives

Illyrio then made no attempt to conceal anything, claiming to have told Viserys everything he knew, leaving Viserys unable to discern the truth in his words.

but.

Indeed, there is a lot of information that was not mentioned in Rams' intelligence report.

After all, no matter how capable Rams was, he was not as terrifying as a mole who sat directly in the governor's position.