Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

But to his surprise, he had barely stepped off the ship and taken a few steps when someone blocked his way.

"The man's name is 'The Kingslayer' Jaime Lannister."

The ragged, disheveled, blond knight suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Chapter 477 Joining the Faceless Ones

Before him stood a handsome man with red and white hair, his eyes fixed intently on James.

Jaime saw that the other man was acting out of a warrior's instinct, and a sense of alarm suddenly rose in his heart.

The person in front of me was just standing there in an ordinary way, but there was a sense of complete unity to him, like an impenetrable hedgehog.

"This person is amazing..."

James instantly became alert, and one of his hands even reached for the dagger hidden under his coarse cloth clothes at his waist.

But on the surface, he appeared very calm. After more than a month at sea, James had made a perfect farewell to the proud young man he once was, recognized his true self, and become more pragmatic and calm.

"who are you?"

The disheveled, blond knight calmly asked the question, while also shaking his head to deny the accusation.

“You’ve mistaken me for someone else. I am indeed from Westeros, from Oldtown, and I have also heard of the ‘Kingslayer’, but I am not him.”

The handsome man with red and white hair simply shrugged and spoke to soothe James's sudden tension.

"Men don't need to be nervous."

He glanced at James's hand at his waist, knowing there was a dagger there, but the subtle shift in his gaze made James even more nervous, because the other had noticed his little movement.

"The person was just an unknown individual who had no ill intentions in coming to find the man; otherwise, he would have already been lying down."

"As for whether the man is 'Kingslayer' Jaime Lannister..."

The newcomer shrugged again and spoke meaningfully.

"Someone believes he is well aware of this."

Upon hearing the other party's words, James took a deep breath. He knew that the other party indeed knew his identity, and there was no point in continuing to hide it; it would only cause more trouble.

However, the other party's arrogant yet self-righteous tone made him quite unhappy.

As the youngest member in the history of the legendary knightly order with an extremely high reputation in the seven kingdoms, the young knight's swordsmanship is unmatched in the world.

Due to a series of unforeseen circumstances, the boy who aspired to be Arthur Dayne eventually grew into the Smiling Knight.

James finally stopped hiding it, but after glancing around, he gave a slight, cold laugh.

"An unknown person?"

"I don't know who you are, but if you come alone, what can you do to me even if you have malicious intentions?"

Although James was dressed in rags and his hair was greasy, his expression was arrogant, and he had regained some of his former appearance. He then spoke in a generous manner.

"Speak, now that I've fallen into your territory and been discovered, I can't escape."

"What do you want? To capture me and take me back to King's Landing to sell me to that boy? For a mere thousand gold dragons?"

"If you ask me, you might as well sell me to my father; he might pay ten times the price to save my life."

Jaime stopped concealing his identity, as there was no point in hiding it, and directly admitted that he was 'Kingslayer' Jaime Lannister, and spoke at the same time.

But beneath his seemingly arrogant words lay a cautious probing; he was testing how many people this self-proclaimed 'nobody' had brought with him.

Was he alone, or did he have other accomplices?

What are their stance and purpose? Is Braavos their territory, or are they just foreigners like him who happened to meet him at the docks and recognized him?

And what do they want to do now that they've recognized him? Kill him? Seek revenge? Although James hasn't intentionally offended anyone over the years, his arrogant attitude certainly won't please most people.

Or was he planning to kidnap Viserys and sell him to that 'boy', just as he suspected? Viserys was the 'boy' Jaime was referring to, because he had once escorted the young Viserys away from the Red Keep as a member of the Kingsguard.

If these people are really only after money, then James recommends that they sell themselves to his father.

James certainly didn't want to die, and while his father might not have much else, he had plenty of money. He believed his father would be willing to pay ten times the price to buy his life from these bandits.

However... to Jaime Lannister's disappointment, all his guesses turned out to be wrong.

The person who came was indeed alone; he had no accomplices, and all of his 'accomplices' had long since died.

He had no grudge against Jaime, much less kidnap him and sell him to Viserys or the Duke of Casterly Rock; he wasn't after money.

"Someone's current name is Jaqen Hegar, and men can call someone Jaqen."

Jaqen Heggal stared speechlessly at Jaime, who was probing and guessing, before finally speaking up in exasperation.

"Someone has a keen eye for men and has only one question for you: 'Kingslayer'."

Jaqen, no longer bothering to continue using the Lorans' way of speaking and avoiding the use of first and second person pronouns like 'I' and 'you,' directly asked the question.

James paused for a moment, surprised that his guesses about the other party were all wrong, but he nodded nonetheless.

"Ask away."

Do you still want to go back?

Jaqen then asked directly without hesitation, and Jaime fell silent for a moment. His bright blue eyes stared intently at the other man, and he slightly gripped the dagger at his waist, but eventually let go.

"What do you mean?"

"Someone didn't mean anything by it."

Jaqen, however, remained remarkably calm, seemingly oblivious to the threat in the young knight's eyes, and continued speaking.

"But the God of a Thousand Faces is a creditor, and only life can repay death. Someone from an organization you may have heard of might be able to help you."

The other person on the dock didn't attract much attention. Perhaps the person was someone with a very low profile, and it was natural that his conversation with a tall 'beggar' wouldn't draw attention.

When James learned the visitor's true identity, his eyes widened slightly. He was convinced, and after a moment's thought, he realized that he really didn't have a place in Braavos, and then nodded.

"it is good."

"I'm willing to join."

"Don't rush, whether a 'Kingslayer' can join still requires an assessment."

Jaqen, however, spoke calmly.

"Success makes you an 'unknown person,' and failure also makes you an 'unknown person.'"

"From now on, your name will no longer exist in this world."

James clenched his fist slightly upon hearing the Faceless Man's words. He understood what the other man meant: success meant becoming a member of the Faceless Man, while failure meant death.

However, the proud knight believed that with his swordsmanship talent, he would surely pass some ridiculous test and return to Cersei's side in the future, or even kill the boy.

The two then walked one after the other towards the port. At that moment, Jaime inadvertently saw a wanted criminal's face pasted on the wall outside the port. It was none other than the Faceless Man who had just called himself 'Jakhan'.

Jaqen was slightly taken aback, then turned around abruptly, only to find that he had disappeared.

Only one man with a hooked nose and a scar on his face stared at him coldly, then spoke impatiently.

What are you standing there for?

"Hurry up!"

Chapter 478 The Great Cathedral of Baylor

"The wedding will be held in the main hall of the Basilica Cistern, which can accommodate about 700 guests."

"Therefore, we must control the number of guests, Your Majesty."

"However, the wedding will definitely not be just for 700 people; the rest will have to wait outside the main hall."

"And these people are not without purpose; their presence serves to remind those seven hundred people with envious glances how glorious their noble seats are."

The court steward, dressed in an exquisite black leather robe, was talking incessantly to Viserys.

Viserys, dressed in soft casual clothes, with a clean face and long, silver-gold hair flowing freely, seemed to be paying nods and giving perfunctory replies, seemingly oblivious to the chief steward's words.

"Ah."

"can."

"It's all right."

"You decide what to do."

Meanwhile, he was looking around at this magnificent center of faith in seven nations.

This is a magnificent marble-domed building with seven crystal towers standing in the middle, each topped with a giant bell, which only rings together on important occasions, such as royal weddings and funerals.

Baelor's Great Cathedral, also known as Baelor's Cathedral or St. Baelor's Cathedral, was built by Baelor Targaryen I, the ninth Targaryen king to ascend the Iron Throne.

Baelor Targaryen I, also known as 'Saint Baelor' or 'Blessed Baelor,' had his Great Cathedral perched atop the Visenian Hills in King's Landing. It replaced the Church of the Stars in Oldtown as the center of the Seven's faith in Westeros, laying the foundation for a future where royal power superseded divine power and the king appointed the High Priest.

Because His Majesty the King was coming, the Great Cathedral of Baelor had been emptied of everyone a day in advance.

Even the monks living here were forbidden from stepping out of their rooms, and on the day of the wedding, they were all driven out to prevent any possible accidents.

They could only hide in their rooms and peek curiously out to see what this famous young dragon lord, who had established a new kingdom and was crowned king, looked like.

Tap tap...

The entire Great Cathedral of Baelor was silent, except for the clear echo of the footsteps of the three people. The female knight, with her hand on the hilt of her sword, followed behind her king, also taking in the surroundings.

She did not believe in the Seven Gods; strictly speaking, she had no faith at all, except for Viserys.

This was the most dazzling light in her life, changing her destiny. Mia's gaze returned to Viserys.

They then passed through the long, brightly lit hall inside the cathedral, where many colored lead glass spheres hung from the ceiling of the corridor, and finally arrived at the main hall after passing through two doors.

Here, the towering altar of the seven gods stands beneath a dome of glass, gold, and crystal, with marble floors and walls framed with stained lead glass windows.

"His Majesty will enter through the main gate, and, hand in hand with Her Majesty the Queen, walk along the red carpet to the gilded statues of the Father and the Mother of God to exchange vows."

The vow's wording is...

The middle-aged palace steward was spitting everywhere as he continued to ramble on and on about something.

"This place is not bad."

Looking at the main hall of the Great Cathedral of Baelor, Viserys finally came to his senses and nodded slightly. The environment here did meet his expectations for the wedding venue.