Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

Viserys nodded and said succinctly.

"Haha, that's for sure."

"Pantos is also honored to have your friendship."

Illyrio laughed heartily, but his words seemed to have a hidden meaning.

"Ok?"

Viserys heard Illyrio's words, glanced at him sideways, but didn't continue the conversation.

Chapter 88 Dragon Egg

Viserys was already aware of Pentos's ulterior motives.

This was a calculated move by the governors of Pentos, who hoped to use this opportunity to sow discord between Braavos and Andalus.

Andalus, which serves as a buffer zone between Pentos and Braavos, is growing increasingly powerful and will naturally seek to break free from Braavos's influence.

Pentos's hope was to instigate Andalus's 'rebellion,' so that Pentos could seize the opportunity to distance itself from Braavos and break the humiliating treaty to become a normalized city-state.

Pentos thought this would be a perfect collaboration, but Viserys didn't want to be the first to stick his neck out, much less fall into the trap and die for Pentos.

He just wanted to develop quietly, farm peacefully, and wait for the right time to seek change.

After all, Andalus was a city that rose to prominence with the secret support of Braavos, and Andalus's finances depended on the help of the Iron Treasury, and it still owed several low-interest loans from the Iron Treasury.

Even though Viserys already knew about Pentos's scheme, he still had to make this trip for the dragon egg.

After all, these three dragon eggs were extremely important to him.

However, Viserys also had to consider that if he got too close to Pentos, it would inevitably affect his cooperative relationship with Braavos.

Therefore, Viserys's offer to lead a large army at that time was tantamount to telling Braavos and everyone else that he did not trust Pentos.

There was no close connection between the two; the trip was simply necessary for the dragon egg.

...

soon.

Viserys, accompanied by Illyrio, entered the depths of the palace, where the current prince of Pentos and the governors had already arrived.

"This is Prince Pentos from the esteemed Rodney family."

Illyrio stood beside Viserys and began to introduce them.

Prince Pentos was selected from forty noble families and could not refuse the appointment. The last prince who escaped the appointment formed a mercenary group and has not yet been able to return to his hometown.

Viserys raised his head and looked up at the highest point of the hall, where a throne made of ivory and gold sat a man dressed in magnificent clothes with a blank expression.

He is the Prince of Pentos in his time, whose surname is the esteemed Rodney.

Beside him were three heralds, each holding a golden scale symbolizing trade, a steel sword symbolizing war, and a silver whip symbolizing law.

"Welcome, distinguished guest."

After Illyrio finished his introduction, Prince Pentos spoke in a dull voice.

Viserys narrowed his eyes slightly, then glanced at his side without speaking immediately.

At this moment, Bessie, the attendant standing behind the young king, stepped forward, walked to Viserys' side, and loudly introduced him.

"This is Viserys Targaryen III, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, the rightful ruler of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros and the Protector of the entire realm, the Apostle of the Seven Gods, the 'True Dragon'."

Knight Bessie's loud voice echoed repeatedly in the spacious hall.

Viserys looked at the blank-faced Prince Pentos before nodding slightly and speaking.

"Your Highness."

As Viserys's voice faded, the hall fell silent. The Prince of Pentos stood like a block of wood, eyes downcast, mouth down, mind on his own, as if he hadn't heard Viserys's voice at all, and didn't utter a single word.

However, the silence in the hall lasted only a moment before a voice came from the upper right of Viserys, breaking the silence.

"Welcome to Pentos, King of the Targaryens."

Viserys turned his head slightly and looked in the direction the voice came from. An old man with gray hair was sitting on the upper right side of the hall steps, wearing a golden medal on his chest. He was the one who had spoken.

"This is the governor from the Green family."

Illyrio spoke again in a low voice.

Viserys nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over the surroundings. Several chairs were arranged around the steps of the hall, each occupied by a governor of Pentos.

Some of them were elderly people with white hair, some were middle-aged people with big bellies like Illyrio, and others were even younger.

However, their attire varied, and one middle-aged man even had a golden curtain covering his face, revealing only his legs. It was unclear whether he could see the outside world through the curtain.

"Please take a seat, Your Majesty."

Then, from the left of Viserys came the voice of a governor of Pentos. This governor looked rather young, probably only around thirty years old.

Viserys nodded slightly, and then, guided by Illyrio, he also climbed the steps to the upper part of the hall, next to Illyrio, and sat down.

After arranging for Viserys to be seated, Illyrio whispered a few instructions to the servant beside him before sitting down himself.

Not too much time has passed.

Two servants carefully carried a heavy box up the steps and placed it in front of Viserys.

click -

The servant then opened the box with a key, and three dragon eggs were neatly arranged inside, supported by a layer of soft lantern grass.

"This is a dragon egg..."

Viserys's gaze fell on the three dragon eggs in the box, and his fingers involuntarily clenched slightly. Even though Viserys was very good at controlling his emotions, he couldn't help but feel his heart racing at this moment.

Then, the young king reached out and picked up a dragon egg to examine it closely.

The dragon egg felt a little cold to the touch. The surface of the eggshell was covered with tiny scales, and the light from the hall shone on the dragon egg, giving it a polished shine.

They have rich textures and colors, and when viewed up close they look like fine ceramics, enamel, or blown glass. However, dragon eggs are much heavier than these things, like a solid stone.

Viserys felt that this enormous dragon egg was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his life.

"His Majesty."

"Since Lord Illyrio acquired these dragon eggs, they have remained untouched in his possession for many years."

At this moment, the elderly governor who had spoken first once again took the lead in speaking.

"It seems that apart from the descendants of the true dragon, no one else can hatch a dragon."

Chapter 89 Barbkao

"Perhaps so."

Viserys held a dragon egg in his hand, glanced slightly at Governor Pentos who was speaking not far away, and then spoke calmly.

He then turned his gaze back to the three dragon eggs in his hand.

The three dragon eggs were beautifully colored; the one he was holding was dark green, revealing various bronze spots as Viserys turned.

Inside the box lay two other dragon eggs. One was a pale milky-white egg with golden stripes. The last one was black, and it appeared slightly larger than the other two. Its surface was deep and dark, like a midnight ocean, yet it contained vibrant dark red waves and whirlpools.

Viserys put down the green dragon egg in his hand, and then picked up the last and largest black dragon egg, its heavy weight pressing down on his wrist.

"it's beautiful."

The three dragon eggs were reflected in the boy's pale purple eyes, and his racing heartbeat calmed down slightly.

Viserys then put the black dragon egg back into the box, then looked up at Illyrio beside him and asked.

"Your Excellency."

"Are there any other important guests at this banquet?"

Viserys found that the banquet had not yet begun when he arrived. The governors of Pentos were either silent or whispering among themselves while watching him, but none of them showed the slightest impatience.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Illyrio, sitting in his chair, heard Viserys's words, turned his head, and spoke.

Do you know the Dothraki?

Viserys nodded slightly; he naturally knew of the Dothraki, this fierce nomadic people.

"A Khal of the Dothraki also accepted this invitation."

"The Horse King of the Dothraki?"

"Who?"

Viserys, sitting in his chair, frowned slightly upon hearing Illyrio's words, a sudden sense of foreboding washing over him.

It can't be such a coincidence.

“Barbkao leads a very powerful Karasa.”

Illyrio explained.

“Oh, Balbokao.”

Viserys seemed to have heard the name from the Andals before, and then nodded, his furrowed brows relaxing slightly.

And at this time.

A chaotic commotion arose outside the prince's palace, followed by several Dothraki men with bare chests, wearing vests painted with animal hides and bronze belts around their waists, bursting in.

The leader was a tall and strong man with bulging muscles. His long black hair was braided and hung down his back. He had a sparse beard, but some of it was already gray. His skin was also slightly loose.

Behind him followed several Dothraki, each with an Arak scimitar at their waist.

"This is Balbokao."

Seeing this, Illyrio whispered an explanation in Viserys' ear.

"Ah."

Viserys nodded slightly, but his gaze remained fixed on a young Dothraki man behind the old Khal.

This young Dothraki was taller and stronger than Balbokao, with bronze skin, bulging muscles, and explosive power.