Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

They eventually became the renowned Wind Blowing Group in the disputed land.

He is the only one of the six founders of the Wind Blowing Gang who is still alive today, and he is also the current leader of the Wind Blowing Gang.

Thirty years have passed, and now no one knows his name; he is simply called the "Ragged Prince" or the "King of Rags."

His most iconic attire was his colorful cloak, which was made from the clothes of enemies he had personally killed.

He claimed that once he took off his 'tattered clothes,' he would become the most inconspicuous person in the crowd.

"Is that so?"

Upon hearing the ragged prince's trust in Danzo de'Han, the Dothraki frowned slightly but said nothing more.

Kago's brothers were more courageous and skilled in battle, while the other captain, Danzo, was more focused on wisdom, maturity, and composure.

Therefore, although they were both Prince Raggedy's right-hand men, in certain matters Prince Raggedy trusted Danzo more and let him take charge on his own, rather than Kago.

"Is this plan feasible?"

"Boss."

The Dothraki man with a clear scar on his cheek rode alongside the ragged prince on his warhorse, then turned and asked.

"Of course I trust the abilities of the brothers in the group, but we don't know about that..."

Kago was afraid of being betrayed or having his promise broken.

He really wanted to use some derogatory words, like "brat."

But when he faced that boy, he couldn't even look him in the eye, and only dared to lower his head and count his toes.

"Kago, what kind of person do you think he is?"

Prince Raggedy knew what his subordinate wanted to say. The streets were bustling with people, his long gray hair was blowing in the wind, and then the old man turned his head to look at Kago and asked.

Kago, riding his horse, listened to the commander's words and pondered for a moment, recalling how Viserys had appeared after boarding the ship.

The young king was dressed in a snow-white fox fur coat, with bright eyes like stars. He was tall and straight, with a sword hanging at his waist. He spoke and acted with a generous and unpretentious manner. He dared to board their ship with only one attendant, without the slightest fear.

His aura alone was enough to overwhelm everyone else present.

Prince Ragged, the leader of the Wind Blowing Gang, sat opposite him, while Kago, Danzo Dehan, and the torturer 'Beauty' Meris stood behind their leader.

However, these mercenaries, who had killed countless people, became hesitant and timid when faced with a young man of noble birth.

"Beauty" Merris blushed and didn't know where to put her hands and feet, while their leader, the ragged prince, was still well-mannered and spoke with propriety.

After all, the ragged prince was different from these peasants who had never seen anything like it.

He was also one of the heirs of the Pentos Forty family and received a good education from a young age.

Although Prince Raggedy was also intimidated by Viserys's presence, he involuntarily lowered his head upon meeting him.

However, their subsequent performance managed to stabilize the situation.

Ultimately, the talks on the ship ended in a mutually agreeable manner.

The ragged prince, despite his advanced age and lack of psychological barriers, prostrated himself on the ground and swore allegiance to Viserys, who was nearly forty years younger than him.

Viserys then drew the Twilight from his waist and draped it over the shoulders of the kneeling old man.

The crimson sword emitted a faint glow, as dazzling as the blood of a setting sun, causing the ragged prince to shiver involuntarily.

Viserys then accepted the Prince of Raggedy's allegiance.

"he..."

For some reason, when I think back to that dazzling young king, Kago, I don't know how to evaluate him.

Speechless for a moment.

The two are worlds apart in terms of status and ability; they are simply not on the same level.

...

Two days later.

The year 291 of the Aegonian calendar arrived.

Snowflakes began to fall again from the sky. Two heavy snowfalls in just five days undoubtedly indicate that this winter may be unusual.

The traditional festival celebrations of Pentos have officially begun.

Night had not yet fallen, but the streets were already decorated with lanterns and festive banners.

Pentos is a multi-ethnic and multi-religious city-state, with each ethnic group and faith having its own unique festivals.

However, the arrival of the new year is a carnival that everyone in Pentos participates in.

On this day, merchants are willing to offer their wealth to the Night Lion, praying for a greater harvest in the coming year.

The old woman placed a statue of a weeping woman in her home.

Hooded Walkers were worshipped by the poor, Bakaron was the god of soldiers, and even the Dothraki commemorated their horse god.

More widely, however, are the followers of Rahlo, who light bonfires before sunset and pray that Rahlo will bring the sun in the new year and dispel the cold and darkness.

The Seven Gods worship, which was widespread in Westeros and Andalus, was only a second-rate religion in Pentos, and the natural creatures worshipped by the Rhoynar were even rarer.

On New Year's Day, the Prince of Pentos would personally consecrate the virgins dedicated to the land and sea.

clang--

The piercing sound carried far, and the gongs and drums dispersed the crowds on the street.

The guards of Pentos, dressed in ceremonial armor and adorned with magnificent regalia, escorted Prince Pentos, the nominal head of state, through the streets.

Prince Pentos rode in a gleaming golden palanquin, with three master of ceremonies clearing the way for him, carrying ceremonial objects.

Viserys did not ride a horse today, but instead rode in a sedan chair with Prince Pentos to tour the entire prosperous city-state.

Night fell.

The entire city of Pentos was plunged into a sea of ​​joy as people cheered for the Prince of Pentos's procession.

Some daring girls even stood on the second floor and lifted their skirts, with flowers continuously cascading down from above.

However, there were also farces, with someone suddenly letting out a strange cry in the crowd, along with various vulgar insults directed at the governor.

After all, these wealthy merchants and governors were oligarchs who monopolized one or even several industries, arbitrarily manipulated prices, and squeezed the hard-earned money of ordinary people. Naturally, some people were dissatisfied.

The guards scattered in panic and began arresting people.

I don't know how much time passed after that.

The procession finally completed its circuitous tour of the city in a disheveled state, and then headed straight for the prince's palace.

Chapter 201 A Long History

"Your Majesty, please."

"Your Highness, please."

Pentos remains a prince of the Rodney family.

He was once so frightened by Drogo's father, Balbokao, that he wet his pants.

Fortunately, Pentos has enjoyed good fortune in recent years, and he is still able to sit on his ivory and gold throne.

Viserys and Prince Pentos walked into the palace side by side, while the governors following behind had different expressions and their eyes flickered as they watched Viserys and the prince's backs, each seemingly harboring their own ulterior motives.

Apart from the two guards who accompanied Viserys, the rest of the soldiers he brought remained outside the prince's palace, ready to rush in at the slightest disturbance.

night.

The bright moon cast its silvery light across the sky; Pentos was a city that never slept tonight, and the banquet in the Prince's Palace had only just begun.

Viserys and Prince Rodney walked side by side through the long corridor and then into the rotunda.

It was right here that the Dothraki Horse King, with only a few men, dethroned the Prince of Pentos and publicly killed the official in charge of the war, frightening the governors of Pentos into silence.

"Your Majesty must have been very impressed with this place."

At this moment, Governor Pentos, who looked to be only in his thirties, spoke up.

He was the youngest governor, while most of the other governors were in their forties, fifties, or even sixties.

The man had a flippant expression, and wore a colorful ring on his finger. He spoke in a calm voice.

It seems that the governor of Pentos was here when Viserys first visited Pentos.

Then, as if he had just thought of something, the young governor raised an eyebrow and spoke.

"Yes, sorry, I haven't introduced myself yet."

“I come from the Scott family, and many years ago I was a nobleman in the Riverlands.”

The Scott family were nobles in the Riverlands a century ago, but for some unknown reason they left Westeros.

They eventually settled in Pentos and grew into a very wealthy and influential family in the region.

The family possessed vast assets, including three chambers of commerce and countless shops, practically monopolizing an industry, which is why the young Scott was able to become a member of the governor's staff.

"Oh?"

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Governor."

Governor Scott was immediately displeased when he saw that the young Targaryen king merely smiled, showing neither nervousness nor apprehension.

He was well-versed in family history, and the Scott family's forced departure from their homeland to Pentos was not unrelated to the former king.

Although the Scott family was very small at that time and was only slightly affected, it was enough to cripple them, which ultimately led them to decide to flee Westeros.

Now, karma has caught up with them, and the Targaryens have been forced to flee Westeros, even losing the Iron Throne.

"Humph--"

Governor Scott snorted, somewhat displeased, but didn't mention this part of his family's past, speaking only in a detached tone.

“Pantos has stood on this land for nearly a thousand years since the Valyrians established the city as a trading outpost.”

"Over this thousand-year period, from kings and dukes to ordinary soldiers and slaves..."

“Even dragons.”

Pantos has a long history.