Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

It can't compare to the Golden Tribe, whose motto is "Words are as good as gold."

Therefore, he did not put all his eggs in one basket; he also brought Melisandre, the red priestess who held a transcendent position in the Red God religion.

The city of Pentos has a large number of Lahero followers, who can play a crucial role in critical moments.

With so many people coming along, Viserys's partner, Bellerion, naturally followed as well.

He simply hid in the woods and slept soundly during the day, and at night he concealed himself in the dark night sky, hovering above Viserys's cavalry, unnoticed by anyone.

This was the young king's last resort.

Just as Viserys told Oberyn, he never joked with his own life and would only act when he was certain of success.

Although this operation also has the possibility of failure, Viserys' own life can be assured.

If things are impossible.

At the last moment, Bellerion will swoop down from the sky and take Viserys away.

...

"No matter what happens in a moment, please don't panic."

Illyrio, of course, was unaware of Viserys's plans.

The fat governor sat beside him, wiping the sweat from his brow.

The loose robe revealed a soft armor lining, and the bulging waist suggested the presence of weapons.

When he was young, Illyrio was a pretty good mercenary. Even though he later became a businessman and gained weight, he was still quite skilled when it came to fighting.

"Just follow my instructions, and I guarantee you will be perfectly safe."

The wealthy governor continued to whisper instructions in Viserys' ear.

Chapter 203 Provocation and Counterattack

"Just follow my instructions, and I guarantee you will be perfectly safe."

The wealthy governor continued to whisper instructions in Viserys' ear.

"Ah."

Viserys nodded slightly, without saying anything more.

He didn't know the specifics of Illyrio's plan, but since the governor hadn't shown any signs of turning against him, there was still room for cooperation.

Even if Viserys had various methods to arrange things, he was still deep in the very center of Pentos, surrounded by countless soldiers, and danger could still strike at any moment.

Then.

Following protocol, Prince Pentos, seated on his ivory and gold throne, loudly recited the names of the various governors.

"Turner, Hall, Scott, Cecil... Mopatis."

Prince Pentos then read out the surnames of the governors in turn.

Each governor whose name was called nodded slightly while seated, at least outwardly showing respect.

Prince Pentos then expressed his gratitude to these governors who had devoted themselves to the city-state.

At this moment, the governors stood up, clenched their fists and placed them on their chests in response to the prince's gratitude, expressing their willingness to pledge allegiance to the prince for the prosperity and strength of Pentos.

Splash...

He then sat back down in his original seat.

This is standard etiquette under the special system of the ancient city-state of Pentos.

Although the Prince of Pentos was a puppet, he was still theoretically the jointly elected head of the city-state and should be respected.

Viserys remained seated next to the prince, leaning against the soft backrest, his fingers lightly tapping the armrest, his gaze calmly watching the ceremony in the palace's rotunda.

Behind Prince Rodney stood three officials in charge of ceremonies, each holding their own ceremonial implements: scales, a whip, and a sword.

The prince's behavior now is completely different from what it was two years ago. Although he still appears dull on ordinary days, Viserys saw a different light in his eyes when he presided over festival celebrations and toured the city-state.

He even suddenly began to wonder if the prince who had been so frightened that he wet himself on the throne was faking it.

Because at that time there was indeed no better reason than this to leave that hot-butt throne.

Viserys thought it over carefully. In that situation, it might be better to stand up as a prince who had fled the throne than to be dragged down in a sorry state like a fool.

Thump…

And at this time.

The distant red temple rang out with melodious bells, signifying that midnight had arrived and the new year had begun.

"The New Year is here."

"Homage to the gods in heaven, and may Pentos have good weather and abundant harvests in the coming year."

Splash...

The governors of Pentos raised their glasses together once again.

"We would also like to thank our distinguished guest, whose presence added even more charm to Pentos."

Prince Pentos spoke.

The guard standing next to Viserys had already checked the wine in his glass and then whispered a few words in his ear.

"Thank you for your kind hospitality, Your Highness..."

Viserys also raised his glass, took a small sip, and then put it down.

However, at that moment, someone suddenly interrupted Viserys.

"Aren't you good at drinking, Your Majesty the King of the Seven Kingdoms?"

Viserys merely took a small sip of the wine offered by Prince Pentos.

A governor of Viserys whose name was unknown suddenly spoke up.

He was the governor, seated in the fifth position to the right of Prince Pentos, wearing a black animal skin cloak. Although his hair was gray, his eyes were bright and piercing.

The majority of the governors in the entire Prince's Palace were old men with gray hair; Illyrio could even be considered young.

"Oh, sorry."

The governor then shook his head to himself.

“I forgot that you only just came of age this year, after your name anniversary, and now—”

"You may not be able to drink alcohol yet."

The governor of Pentos's sudden provocation did not surprise many people.

Only the prince, seated on his golden and ivory throne, looked somewhat pale, while elsewhere, many governors whispered among themselves, some even chuckling softly, eager to see how Viserys, this immature brat, would handle the situation.

Viserys sensed the provocation in the other's words, and frowned slightly as he looked at the governor on the opposite side of the rotunda.

"You're right."

"The royal education I received from childhood taught me that people who treat alcohol as their life are either fools or idiots."

Viserys's statement was as if he were asking the other person if they were mentally challenged.

"besides…"

"Excuse me, who are you?"

Viserys had been a little distracted while talking to Bellerion, so he hadn't remembered the governor's name.

However, he remembered that the other party's main business seemed to be alcohol.

As Viserys finished speaking, laughter rang out again in the rotunda, but this time it wasn't directed at Viserys.

These governors were not a united front, as they often fought amongst themselves. When they saw him get the short end of the stick, they didn't hesitate to mock him.

The white-haired wine merchant governor's face visibly stiffened, then a surge of anger rose within him, and his eyes flashed with icy coldness.

As a powerful governor in the city-state, his estate was filled with wealth.

The servants and laborers who served him could fill an entire street, and he only needed to pay them enough to feed them.

Even so, countless poor people came to his mansion every day to pray for a job opportunity.

Because the governors of Pentos monopolized various industries, the poor had no choice but to work for them or starve to death on the streets.

The relentless accumulation of capital, rife with bloodshed, made him somewhat arrogant, feeling that he had long since become an omnipotent 'god'.

Even if he is the Khal Drogo of Dothraki, with a large army, he is still manipulated by them.

Therefore, he was one of the governors who coveted the Viserys dragon.

If Pentos obtains the dragon, he can then spend his gold to hire mercenary groups, continuously conquer other city-states, expand markets, accumulate capital, and then use that capital to hire even more powerful legions.

This is the beautiful dream these radicals have been indulging in.

However, this boy, who was not even as old as his grandson, seemed to have completely disregarded him.

"Governor Burne Rupert".

"A self-important wine merchant who thought that all the people of Pentos would drink the wine he made."

Just as the atmosphere was getting a little awkward, another governor who didn't get along with Rupert spoke up with a sneer.

"However, his wine is nowhere near as good as that of Qingting Island."

The banquet had just begun, but the atmosphere in the room had already become somewhat strange.

Chapter 204 Exposure

Viserys already knew that the governors were not a united front.

If they could unite, Pentos might not be in this state now.

They would never be so oppressed by Braavos, yet they have wasted too much energy on internal strife.

"OK OK."

"We have distinguished guests here; let's not make a fool of ourselves in front of our friends."