Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

He wanted to truly rule Pentos, not just be a puppet of Viserys.

Chapter 219 Jon Clinton

Unfortunately, the ragged prince's wishful thinking was thwarted.

Although Viserys will hand over Pentos to him as agreed, it will certainly not be the complete Pentos, otherwise this city-state with great potential will eventually become his troubles if everyone is united.

The fact that the Prince of Raggedy had turned his sword against these governors’ families meant that he had completely broken with these deeply entrenched traditional forces in Pentos, and there was no possibility of a renewed dialogue.

And the civilians of Pentos would attribute the chaos, looting, and arson of this bloody night to the evil deeds of the mercenaries.

As the mercenary leader who later ruled Pentos, the ragged prince was naturally unable to defend himself.

In fact, he had no way to refute it, because this was the sin committed by the Wind Blowing Gang.

The ragged prince might be able to control himself, but he couldn't control the wicked thoughts stirring within his two thousand-plus men.

Moreover, people couldn't distinguish between the Wind Blowing Gang and other mercenaries, so they could only pin all the blame on the ragged prince.

This is the trap Viserys set for the Prince of Raggedy.

Even though the ragged prince knew it was a trap, and a cesspool at that, he still had to hold his nose and jump in.

The situation is pressing.

If the Prince of Raggedy refuses, without the support of the Targaryen family, he will likely not be able to remain Prince of Pentos for more than a few days before being overthrown by the remaining forces of Pentos, the support of other city-states, and the anger of the people.

And the manipulator behind all of this, Viserys, remains as illustrious as ever.

He was betrayed and attacked by the governors, who trampled on his sacred rights as a guest, and then he fought back and killed all the governors.

Viserys still enjoys unparalleled prestige among the common people.

That's why he needs someone like Rams.

He can do many things for Viserys that are not suitable for a king.

Moreover, they would proactively take the blame and responsibility upon themselves.

...

Inside the prince's palace, which was half collapsed.

The battle is now drawing to a close. Bellerion's dragonfire has burned some of the Pentos soldiers to death, while many more have been terrified and fled in all directions.

The Andalusians stormed in, and some of the Pentos soldiers were killed, while others laid down their weapons and knelt down to beg for mercy.

The governors who tried to escape were also very unfortunate. Bellerion's eyesight was extremely sharp; he could spot a rabbit in the grass hundreds of meters in the air. The flames and thick smoke could not obstruct the dragon's vision, and so they were caught red-handed by Bellerion.

Several brave guards were then torn to pieces, while the governors were reduced to charred remains by a burst of dragonfire.

"The dragon killed fewer people than the soldiers; most of them were scared away."

A blue-haired man followed Viserys, his gleaming armor reflecting the firelight.

He then turned to look at Viserys, intending to remind him not to become arrogant because of the dragons, as the most decisive factor in war is the soldiers, not the dragons.

Soldiers of Andalus were walking around cleaning up the battlefield, where the fires that had been ignited by the raging dragonfire were still burning fiercely.

Viserys stepped over a charred corpse, the body of a governor of Pentos, now almost unrecognizable.

"Ok, I know."

Viserys, without turning around, gave a perfunctory reply, fiddling with the head of the corpse on the ground with his sword sheath.

Meanwhile, Gregor Clegane, the "Mountain," who was sent by Tywin to assist the governors in murdering Viserys, was already bound hand and foot.

He was stabbed in the waist and thigh, respectively, and was still bleeding profusely. His greatsword had fallen to the ground not far away.

Just as the soldiers were about to subdue him, they were attacked by this villain, and two soldiers were even injured as a result.

However, no matter how arrogant Demon Mountain was, it is now a fallen tiger.

His arms were tied behind his back with chains that were so tight they almost dug into his flesh.

The helmet on his head was also knocked off, revealing a huge head full of fat. Even the Mountain's head was ten pounds heavier than others.

He also had a wound on his forehead, with blood staining half of his cheek. This must have been the injury he sustained when he crashed into the wall during his duel with Viserys.

The Mountain was bound tightly from head to toe, and all the ropes were replaced with stronger and heavier iron chains, for fear that this terrible monster would break free of its shackles and rush out to hurt people.

Even as he was being pushed past Viserys, a pair of terrifying, clear black and white eyes were fixed on him, and he was breathing heavily in a muffled voice.

"Whoo~"

"Whoo~"

However, the Mountain paused as he passed Viserys, as if he wanted to say something to him.

Viserys didn't even lift his head; the muscles in the Mountain's cheek twitched slightly.

In the end, he was forced to leave by a soldier who held a sword to his lower back and shouted at him.

Griffin witnessed the whole scene, his eyes fixed on the Mountain, his hand slightly gripping the hilt of his sword, but he eventually let go.

"What...do you want to do with the Demon Mountain?"

The blue-haired man took a deep breath, turned his head, and asked.

"I hope he won't die too easily."

Viserys put the scabbard back on his waist, raised his head, and spoke calmly.

His gaze then fell on the resolute-looking man's face, and he looked him up and down once more before speaking.

“Tell me about yourself, Griffin.”

Viserys emphasized the last name, Griffin, slightly.

He had seen this man ten years ago, when Viserys was just the mischievous second prince of the Red Keep, which is why the man looked somewhat familiar.

The other person was a spirited eighteen or nineteen-year-old at the time, completely different from the somewhat down-and-out-looking uncle with wrinkles around his eyes.

In addition, a considerable amount of time had passed, so Viserys did not recognize him at first glance.

Joan Clinton.

The young Earl of Eagle's Nest, when he was just a teenager, served as the prime minister to Viserys' father, the 'Mad King' Aerys.

He was one of Viserys's brother Rhaegar's few close friends, and the two young men often spent time together.

At that time, Jon Clinton was a proud, brave, passionate, fearless, and honor-seeking man.

He was also a capable warrior and commander, and even had the opportunity to kill Robert Baratheon and end the rebellion during the Usurper War.

However, he was eventually dismissed by Iris II due to the defeat in the war, stripped of his lands and titles, and exiled.

Griffin looked at Viserys, his lips moved slightly, and finally he let out a long sigh.

Chapter 220 A Blood-Red Night

"Yes, Your Majesty."

“I am Jon Clinton.”

The knight, clad in bright armor, looked much more haggard than he had in his youth, but his eyes still shone brightly.

The former King's Hand of the Targaryen dynasty then recounted his story of being stripped of his titles and ranks and banished from King's Landing.

After leaving King's Landing, Jon Clinton boarded a ship and sailed across the ocean to another continent, arriving in the Controversial Lands and eventually joining the Golden Company.

He served the Golden Company for five years, and through his own abilities, he eventually rose to the position of right-hand man to the Golden Company's leader, Mithril Toyn.

However, he later left the Golden Company.

"Left the Golden Company?"

The soldiers cleaned up the battlefield, cleared away the corpses, and extinguished the flames that had not yet burned out in the hall. Viserys turned his head to the side.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"That was two years ago."

Jon Clinton nodded slightly; he ultimately chose to leave the Golden Company.

Even though he had already grown into a highly decorated commander within the Golden Company by then, if he hadn't left, he would very likely have become the next leader.

"why?"

Viserys asked.

This time, Jon Clinton remained silent for a long time before finally taking a deep breath.

"Of course it's because of you, Your Majesty."

Viserys raised an eyebrow slightly.

"I've heard news about you in recent years, but back then..."

Jon Clinton hesitated for a moment, then placed one hand on the hilt of his sword and opened the other.

"Please atone for your sins."

Viserys nodded.

"Speak freely."

He then gestured with his chin toward a relatively quiet spot not far away.

"Let's talk over there."

The half-collapsed palace was at risk of collapsing at any moment. The Targaryen soldiers had now completely taken control of the entire prince's palace. They would rescue those of Pentos' soldiers who could be rescued, and finish off those who could not.

The bodies of the Princes of Pentos have now been counted. Apart from Illyrio, all the other governors of Pentos have died in the turmoil. Illyrio himself has been taken away for treatment because he was stabbed in the leg.

Now only Viserys and Jon Clinton remain here.

The two then left the palace, which was on the verge of collapse, and went to the garden of the outer palace, where several torches were also lit.

"His Majesty."

A servant came over with a thick cloak and draped it over Viserys' shoulders.

Viserys nodded, and the attendant bowed and withdrew.