Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

"In fact, very few khaos ended up with a good end."

Illyrio and Viserys exchanged a quiet conversation, but his last sentence was somewhat meaningful.

Now, the banquet has already begun under the orders of the old khal, and the absence of the Prince of Pentos will not affect its continuation.

Not far away, Balbocao continued to raise his wine glass, while the governors of Pentos showered him with flattery.

Illyrio, however, watched coldly before continuing to speak.

“If anyone were to challenge the old Khao now, declaring that he is no longer the most valiant warrior in the tribe and cannot lead the entire Karasa, then Balbo Khao would not be able to refuse the challenge.”

"But he is indeed old now and has lost his confidence."

"He was afraid that he would die in the challenge, and even more afraid that after his death, Drogo would not be able to inherit Khal Drogo's position."

It turned out to be the case.

Viserys nodded slightly as he listened to Illyrio's words. So, it seemed that Balbocao didn't have many years left to live.

However, his worries were unnecessary.

His son Drogo has never lost a battle since birth, and naturally he has the upper hand in the struggle for the Khal.

And in the future, he led his Khalasar to become the most powerful tribe in the entire Dothraki Sea.

...

Although one person died and the prince of Pentos was dethroned and utterly humiliated, the banquet was still held very successfully.

The guests at the banquet were all thoroughly drunk, including the old Khal himself, but his Blood Guard and his son Drogo remained remarkably sober, observing the situation with cold indifference.

As the banquet was drawing to a close, Illyrio told Viserys that the governors had also given him a gift.

After the guests had all left, Viserys walked out of the prince's palace, where a hundred Andal warriors were still waiting in an orderly fashion.

On the other side, some Dothraki also gathered together, sitting casually on the steps in front of the prince's palace, their chests exposed.

Fortunately, the two groups did not clash.

Although these Dothraki looked down on armored warriors, considering it cowardly, they weren't fools. Without their warhorses, they knew these more disciplined "iron cans" were not to be trifled with.

Even if the Dothraki outnumbered the Dothraki, a battle fought on foot would still be one-sided.

"Walk."

After leaving the palace, Viserys took the reins of his warhorse from a servant, then mounted and sat on the horse.

Then, with a wave of his hand, the hundred knights who had followed him in mounted their horses.

Meanwhile, the Dothraki, who were sitting on the steps laughing and making a lot of noise, didn't say much when they saw the group of tin cans leaving.

Then their Horse King and Blood Guards also came out, though Khal looked somewhat drunk.

tata tao...

With a clatter of hooves, Viserys led his knights away from the place.

And not far away.

Supporting his father, Drogo glanced at Viserys's retreating figure once more, his deep, dark eyes remaining undisturbed.

"what happened?"

"Drogo".

Meanwhile, one of Balboca's Blood Guards, a man who had held Drogo when he was a child, keenly noticed that he was watching the boy.

"He is the Targaryen king in exile, and now the lord of Andalus."

This blood-sworn guard of Khal did know about Viserys, but he had only just heard it at the banquet and didn't even understand what the previous 'Targian wandering king' meant; he only knew Andalus.

"fine."

However, Zogo simply shook his head, his voice hoarse, yet still concise and to the point.

At first, he just glanced at Viserys because he thought he was young, and then their eyes met.

Zhuo Ge felt that the silver-haired boy's gaze made him feel somewhat complicated, as if he recognized him.

Afterwards, Drogo stayed by his father's side and noticed that Viserys glanced at him several times, seemingly casually.

The man with the long braid was supporting his father, then raised his hand and gently touched his cheek.

Then, for the first time, I felt a chill on my back.

However, this feeling made him extremely uncomfortable. He moved his neck slightly, then clenched his fists tightly, making a cracking sound from his knuckles.

He felt he would see this guy again someday, when he became a Khal and went to raid Andalus.

...

On the other side...

Viserys had no idea that by simply glancing at Drogo a few more times, he had become the target of this imaginative and vengeful fellow.

The other side even wanted to one day inherit the Karasa and lead a large army to plunder Andalus.

However, for the Dothraki, raiding was their way of life, as normal as eating and drinking, so it was not surprising that they would target anyone.

Meanwhile, Viserys was leading his knights to the east of Pentos.

It was near that giant red temple that could be seen from any corner of the city.

Illyrio told him that the governors of Pentos had also given him another gift.

beep...

Viserys' warhorse gave a restless whistle and trotted lightly with its hooves.

Before him lay a large courtyard with towering brick walls, a spacious and ornate gate, a rockery, a three-story house, and one wall covered with ivy.

This was a gift from the governors to Viserys: a magnificent mansion located in the city of Pentos.

"Open the door."

Viserys then dismounted and addressed the servants at the door.

Chapter 92 A Place of Trouble

"Owner."

"Owner."

The servants along the way bowed respectfully.

This mansion was undoubtedly filled with gold and silver treasures once again, along with a large number of servants, a hot spring bath, a three-story building, a waterside pavilion, and a sun terrace at the top that overlooked the rockery and flowing water garden below.

Viserys stood on the highest terrace, looking down at the scenery. The entire courtyard was dark, with only the sound of flowing water and servants moving boxes.

The boy had one hand on the hilt of his sword. He was dressed in full leather armor, and a dark cloak hung behind his snow-white fur shawl, swaying slightly in the wind.

Behind him stood his attendants.

"His Majesty."

"I don't think Pentos has any good intentions."

Bessie stood quietly behind Viserys, keeping him company without saying a word, before finally speaking up.

In fact, even the young king himself had some doubts.

Viserys had assumed that since Pentos had invited him and given him a precious dragon egg, he would also make some demands.

However, the governors of Pentos did not actually do so.

They made no demands whatsoever, and even invited a Dothraki knight to the banquet, where they were treated to the finest food and drink, and received a plethora of gifts.

What exactly does Pentos want to do?

Viserys himself was slightly puzzled. He had been standing on the third-floor terrace of the mansion, looking at the view below, when he was actually pondering the whole problem.

Pentos's current behavior inevitably reminded him of a historical anecdote.

Does Pentos want to indulge in mansions, wealth, wine, and women, and then forget about returning to Andalus to live a life of hardship?

After Bessie finished speaking, Viserys remained standing there for a long time without saying a word. The servant felt a little flustered, thinking that he had said something wrong.

However, he then saw Viserys, who was standing in front of him with only his back to him, raise his head again, as if he had finally figured something out.

Then he tilted his head slightly to look at the knight standing behind him and spoke in a calm voice.

“You’re right, Bessie.”

“Pentos certainly didn’t have any good intentions.”

Under the bright moonlight, the boy's long shadow stretched across the terrace, his silver-gold hair swaying gently in the breeze.

"We should not stay here for long."

"I urge them to speed up and leave as soon as they're done packing, then head back to Andalus."

Viserys did not turn around but spoke calmly.

"understand!"

The squire, whose cheeks were somewhat dark, felt a slight surge of excitement upon hearing Viserys affirm his point of view.

However, he also didn't know what the young king meant by 'Pentos is not a good place to stay,' and Viserys didn't offer much explanation.

Then the tension rose again, and he hurriedly ran down to instruct his servants and knights to hurry up and take the treasure away.

...

soon.

The night was deep.

Viserys and his knights had packed everything, including the three dragon eggs, which were of utmost importance.

Then he led everyone straight to the north gate of Pentos.

tata tao...

It was midnight.

The crisp, chaotic sound of horses' hooves echoed across the wide cobblestone streets of Pentos. Viserys arrived at the north gate and demanded that it be opened so he could leave.