Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

The winter night wind in Pentos was biting, as a heavy snow had fallen just two days prior.

Standing there gazing into the distance, his black cloak fluttering gently in the wind, Viserys turned to look at Jon Snow beside him.

"Go on, what do you want to say?"

After the interruption, Jon Clinton seemed to have organized his thoughts and nodded slightly before speaking.

"Please forgive me, Your Majesty. I believe you have heard about your father's situation."

"I was hesitant when I first heard about you..."

"Afraid I'll be the next 'Mad King'?"

Viserys didn't get angry when he heard Jon Clinton's words; he just shook his head slightly.

Then, as if suddenly remembering something, he turned to Jon and asked.

"Jon, are you still alone?"

Jon Clinton was visibly taken aback for a moment, wondering why Viserys would ask such a question, but after hesitating for a moment, he still spoke.

"No, Your Majesty."

"I also have a son."

...

The next morning.

The brilliant sunlight pierced through the clouds and shone upon this prosperous and wealthy city-state.

The red temple still stands, its glazed tiles reflecting a faint golden light.

After a night of turmoil.

Pentos finally calmed down as the sun rose.

When the dragon soared through the sky and spewed down pillars of crimson fire, all the soldiers of the Pentos city garrison knew what had happened.

Upon hearing the news that all the governors had been burned to death, the soldiers of Pentos all knelt and surrendered.

After that, everything became much simpler.

The Targaryen soldiers, along with the Windbringers and the city garrison of Pentos, joined forces to quell the chaos in the city, killing the mercenaries who took advantage of the situation and beheading them, hanging their heads high on the walls of Pentos.

However, the ordinary people of Pentos were unaware of what had happened the previous night, and simply kept their doors and windows tightly shut, afraid to show their faces.

Trembling with fear, I waited until the next morning, when I heard that there was no more noise outside, before finally mustering the courage to push open the door and go out.

Then you see those heads hanging high on the city wall, densely packed together, numbering nearly a thousand.

But for this bloody night, the number of deaths was far more than just that.

The streets were still littered with corpses and bloodstains that had not yet been cleared away, and soldiers continued to move through the streets and alleys to maintain order.

"Ho-"

And at this time.

A low, hoarse roar came from the sky, and the people on the ground looked up in panic, then scattered and fled in terror.

Call ~

Then, its wings whipped up a gale that swept across the ground, casting a massive shadow over the land, and the dragon flapped its wings and flew into the distance.

The Prince's palace had been burned down by Bellerion, and Viserys appeared in a nine-towered palace near the bay.

Viserys ran his fingers over a string of cool-textured rosary beads, each one a priceless gem, a fortune plundered from the prince's palace.

“Drogo Kao”.

For some reason, Viserys suddenly remembered this person who had been dead for a long time and felt a sense of nostalgia.

Standing on the top floor of the palace tower, one can take in the entire city of Pentos. Turning around, one can also see the bustling harbor and the endless Narrow Sea, with its waves crashing against the shore without ever ceasing.

call--

A biting sea breeze howled in, stirring the young king's long, silver-gold hair.

Viserys, dressed in loose, soft robes, stood atop the tower, stroking a string of prayer beads in his hand as he gazed silently into the distance. Then, his voice abruptly broke into a speech.

“I remember you once said that, Illyrio.”

"Your greatest wish is to become the Chancellor of the Exchequer for the Iron Throne?"

Viserys rested his other hand on the cold battlements, the sea breeze ruffling his hair, then turned his head slightly and asked in a calm voice.

Illyrio, whose thigh was tightly bandaged, was sitting in a chair in the room with a cane beside him. He smiled bitterly when he heard Viserys's words.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Viserys nodded slightly.

"From today onwards, you are the Chancellor of the Exchequer, as long as you don't mind not having that chair."

Illyrio's face immediately lit up with surprise, and he quickly nodded.

"Of course! Of course! That chair will belong to His Majesty sooner or later."

"Thank you for your trust, Your Majesty."

And at this time.

Ta-da...

Heavy footsteps echoed down the spiral staircase.

The ragged prince, still wearing his tattered clothes and with bloodstains still on his body, rushed to see Viserys.

He turned his blade on all the governor families of Pentos. Except for a few families who had received advance warning and secretly hid or slipped out of the city and had not yet been found, he wiped out the rest.

From the elderly to infants, not a single one was spared.

He had already broken free from the powerful elites of Pentos and was infamous among the lowest-ranking common people.

Now, Prince Ragnarok has no choice but to cling to Viserys and submit to him, otherwise the city, which has accumulated deep resentment after the bloody night, will erupt in a raging inferno and engulf him.

"His Majesty."

The gray-haired old man, covered in blood, knelt on one knee as soon as he entered the room, gazing at Viserys's retreating figure.

Chapter 221 Mutation!

"His Majesty."

"Pantos is yours."

The ragged prince knelt on one knee to express his submission to Viserys, but the young king gazed into the distance and remained silent for a long time before speaking softly.

"The ragged prince."

"You have now become the true prince of Pentos, aren't you going to revert to your true name?"

An elderly man with gray hair, dressed in tattered clothes and stained with blood, knelt on one knee. He hesitated slightly when he heard Viserys' question, then nodded.

"Since we left the family back then, our real names are no longer that important."

"The name 'Ragged Clothes' also serves as a constant reminder to myself not to forget the humiliation I once suffered."

The ragged prince stood up from the ground, supporting himself on his knees, and then spoke.

"Oh?"

Viserys was somewhat surprised to hear the ragged prince's words. The sea breeze blew on the young king's handsome face, and his long silver-gold hair fluttered gently. He turned his head and glanced at the ragged prince.

When Viserys met the Prince in rags, he felt that although the man was dressed in rags, he did not really consider himself a 'ragpicker'.

He was a refined man, still maintaining aristocratic manners and dignity in every gesture.

But he never expected that when the Prince in tattered clothes acquired Pentos and truly became a prince, he would still be willing to wear tattered clothes.

However, his reasoning was not unreasonable; wearing tattered clothes was a way of reminding himself to be cautious and not repeat the same mistakes.

Viserys merely gave him a slightly strange look and didn't dwell on the matter.

He then turned around, paused for a moment, and continued speaking.

"The impact of this turmoil must be addressed as soon as possible."

Although the bloody night may have only resulted in the deaths of a few people.

But the impact on the ancient city of Pentos was enormous, almost a cataclysmic earthquake.

The entire ruling class was overthrown, and the governor's family was wiped out one by one.

The wealthy merchants who were not purged were also in a state of panic. As the morning sun shone down and the city gates opened, they hurriedly fled Pentos with their families.

Currently, a large number of shops in Pentos are closed, and the city is in a state of desolation. Viserys needs Pentos as its economic engine, so the restoration work must be carried out as soon as possible.

"Understood, Your Majesty."

The ragged prince nodded and spoke.

"The best way to quickly revive Pantos' economy is through shock therapy."

Illyrio, who had just become the kingdom's treasurer, immediately made a suggestion.

He was still sitting in the chair with his injured leg raised, his crutch still beside him, and he looked up as he spoke to the ragged prince as he walked to Viserys' side.

"The specific methods can be discussed further."

Viserys nodded slightly.

"There's one more thing."

Then he suddenly remembered something and turned to look at the ragged prince standing next to him.

"Ok?"

Viserys suddenly realized that the ragged prince was standing very close to him, and a strange feeling just began to rise in his heart.

However, the next second, he saw a sharp dagger fall from the sleeve of the ragged prince.

Snapped.

The elderly man with gray hair skillfully gripped the hilt of the knife with his five fingers.