Viserys·Targaryen showed a satisfied look and said, "This is my good sister."
"In a few days, I want you to meet a person. He is the Whispers Earl, and his name is Gryn·Crabb."
The Whispers Earl? Daenerys·Targaryen had doubts on his little face.
"Brother, he is from Westeros?"
Viserys's smile deepened, "Dany, you guessed it right. If you want to gain Lord Gryn's allegiance on my behalf, you must do it. Do you understand?"
After saying that, Viserys patted Daenerys's tear-stained face.
Daenerys's eyes widened. "But... brother, how can I do it?"
Asking a Westeros's Earl to be loyal to her? Even in her dreams, Daenerys had never imagined such a thing.
How could she possibly do it?!
Seeing Daenerys's hesitation, Viserys's smile faded and he frowned.
Viserys's voice was cold. "Dany, are you planning to resist me? Do you want to wake up Wake the Dragon?"
Daenerys suddenly became excited and shook his head hastily. "No, I don't want to! Brother, I... I'm worried that if I can't do it, I will disappoint you."
Viserys's slender fingers slowly slid over Daenerys's shoulders.
Viserys's movements seemed gentle, but Daenerys was frightened inside, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.
Viserys smiled and said, "My good sister, why do you want to disappoint me?"
Viserys's smile makes Daenerys's hair grow taller.
Daenerys didn't dare to move at all. She knew that if she made any unnecessary movements at this time, Viserys's anger would explode.
Daenerys quickly denied. "No, brother, I am thinking of a way, I will never let you down!"
Viserys pinched Daenerys with his fingers. "My good sister, tell me now, have you thought of a solution?"
Daenerys was actually very confused in her heart as to why her brother didn't come forward in person, but she didn't dare to ask out loud.
Daenerys could only nod. She didn't dare to say that she hadn't thought of a solution yet.
Fortunately, Viserys did not ask her what method she would use. Viserys once told Daenerys that the king only needs to pay attention to the results... This is the mind of a king.
Viserys then loosened his fingers and looked the thin Daenerys up and down. "Although he has some soldiers and horses in his hands, he is just a Half-Wildling Earl. I allow you to use your body, but you remember to keep your guard down. Targaryen never mixes with low-class people."
The barbarians...Half-Wildling...Daenerys felt despair in their hearts. Viserys clearly said that they were descendants of True Dragon, and the blood of True Dragon was flowing in their bodies, but why was she allowed to face this? Wasn't she Targaryen?
Viserys's words were contradictory, but Daenerys did not dare to refute and was unable to refute. She could only obey her brother's arrangement.
The biggest fear in Daenerys's heart is to be abandoned by her brother. As long as she can stay by Viserys's side, she may still have a glimmer of hope to wait for her original brother.
Daenerys always thought that the person she would marry when she became an adult was Viserys.
Viserys I don't know how many times I have told her that since Aegon the Conqueror married his younger sister, for hundreds of years Targaryen members of the royal family have always married between brother and sister.
What flows in Targaryen's body is the blood of the king, the golden blood of the ancient Valyrian nation, the proud True Dragon blood... Only in this way can Targaryen ensure the purity of its blood.
True Dragon will never mate with ordinary beasts, and the Targaryen people will naturally not mix their blood with lower races.
But now, the barbarian...Half-Wildling...Daenerys thinks her title of princess Dragonstone is a joke.
Daenerys lowered his face and said timidly with tears in his eyes, "Brother, I will definitely remember it."
Viserys's stiff and withered face had a trace of disgust. "Don't always look sad, raise your head and straighten your back, the Gods, you are already flat enough."
Dragonstone, Painted Table Chamber.
Stannis·Baratheon stared at the brazier and gritted his teeth, making a crunching sound.
Davos·Seaworth standing aside raised his eyes and glanced at Stannis, and said respectfully, "Lord Stannis, there are more people interested in Hand of the King's position than we thought."
The sullen Stannis snorted coldly and said, "Renly and Mace are both useless people. If stupid people are allowed to take the position of Hand of the King in the kingdom, the kingdom will be destroyed."
Davos stroked his chest and said, "Lord Stannis, I suggest that you recommend yourself to Lord Jon as a candidate for Hand of the King as soon as possible."
Stannis's brows knitted into a knot. He had been waiting for the investigation results of Jon·Arryn.
There is no room for error in Royal Bloodline. If the investigation results are consistent with the speculation, Stannis will become the first successor of Iron Throne.
Because of Stannis's special status and from a fair standpoint, he cannot personally come forward in this matter and can only leave it to others to investigate.
If Stannis reveals the truth about Royal Bloodline, stupid people will mistakenly think that he is slandering him in order to inherit Iron Throne. Even the person involved will have an excuse to refute, and the authenticity of the evidence he investigated will be doubted.
Lord Jon still has a part of his heart of justice, and as Hand of the King, he has no shirking responsibility for the royal family's bloodline issue.
Now, the Royal Bloodline problem and the Hand of the King successor problem suddenly intersect, making the situation complicated.
There was silence in the hall for a while. After a while, Stannis nodded slightly.
Seeing Stannis's face solemn, Davos said, "Lord Stannis, there are many Crownlands nobles who directly support you, and there are also Stormlands nobles."
Stannis's eyes moved slightly, and he glanced at Davos who was clumsily speaking to comfort him, "Stormlands What is the attitude of the nobles?"
Davos nodded and said, "At least one-third of the people will directly support you."
Stannis said coldly, "They still like Renly's fine wine, not my pure water."
Davos explained, "Not all the remaining people are supporting Lord Renly, many people choose... to wait and see."
Stannis narrowed his eyes slightly. "Loyal Davos, I am not surprised by this kind of thing. Cunning people like to wait and see, but they only deserve scraps."
Davos echoed, "Lord Stannis, it should be like this, the brave man enjoys delicious food."
Stannis slightly tapped his chin and said, "Davos, go to Red Keep on my behalf, meet Jon, and tell him that I want to recommend myself as the new Hand of the King."
Davos nodded, hesitated again, and said, "Lord Stannis, do you want to pay an audience to King Robert?"
Stannis snorted and said, "No need! My brother is not stupid. He knows very well that no one except me can make him continue to indulge in wine and sex."
Pentos is one of the nine Free Cities. It is located in the west of Essos and is close to the Narrow Sea. It is the Free Cities closest to King's Landing.
On a sunny day, five ships (2+3) with the Swamp Marigold Banner flag flying slowly docked at a dock in Pentos.
Gryn got off the boat and looked around. He now felt like he had come from a backward civilization to an advanced civilization.
Most cities in Westeros are dirty and messy, but Pentos is clean and tidy.
This is not only true for cities, but also for residents.
This is the first impression Pentos brought to Gryn.
Seeing Gryn's figure appear at the pier, the steward Russell who had been waiting all morning came to greet him immediately.
"Good day, my master, Russell sends you his regards."
Under the arrangement of Gryn, steward Russell set off for Pentos in advance with the handwritten letter written by Varys to Illyrio.
Gryn naturally would not use Wallis's letter of introduction only to communicate with Illyrio.
Now that Gryn had capital and a ship, he started to develop trade from Mermaid Harbor to Pentos.
Varys treats Gryn so kindly, Gryn shouldn't be too indifferent.
Others don't know the relationship between Varys and Illyrio, but Gryn knows it very well.
Gryn just borrowed the skin of Varys and used the power of Magister Illyrio to set up a company <Crabb Pentos Trading Company>, both for settling down and doing business.
Gryn showed a smile and said, "Russell, thank you."
At this time Rick·Snow came over and said, "Sir Gryn, our ships all need repairs."
At the time of departure, there were two ships Gryn, plus the three ships captured from the pirates, a total of five ships.
What about the captured pirates?
Gryn Lord has always ignored his deeds and his heart, and he will not let evil people join his Crabb Legion.
"Rick, check it carefully before repairing it. Don't leave any hidden dangers. Get the money from Russell when the time comes."
After the wealthy Gryn finished speaking, his eyes moved and he looked at Mutton·Waters not far away.
Mutton noticed Gryn's gaze and immediately showed an honest smile.
Gryn slightly tapped his chin, then withdrew his gaze and said to Russell, "Come lead the way and tell me what happened here."
Russell followed Gryn, considered it, and said, "My master, because of the letter you asked me to bring, Russell is honored to be personally received by the Governor. Magister Illyrio expressed his expectation and welcome to your visit."
After a pause, Russell lowered his voice and said, "I just started to inquire about the price of the house, and the governor's butler found me and recommended a mansion to me. The price is very reasonable."
Gryn raised his eyebrows and said, "I understand, you did a good job, please pay more attention when choosing Queen gifts."
There are so many people coming and going at the pier, so many eyes and ears are hidden, so just talk briefly.
You are in control of every move...Illyrio's actions may seem enthusiastic, but he also quietly showed off his muscles to them.
Gryn has memories from before the time travel, and after coming to Westeros to learn additional details, Varys and their plan, he has already guessed almost everything.
Gryn smiled lowly, he was hesitating which one of the two, Varys or Illyrio, would be stabbed first.
Westeros's Iron Throne, Gryn does not allow there to be a bigger mastermind than him. He will kill one first at the right opportunity. Gryn has no interest in a friendly exchange of moves on the chessboard that Varys and the others have planned for a long time.
Lord Green himself set up a new card table, and everyone came to the bowl.
Pentos The city was not very friendly to horseback riding, so Gryn followed the local customs and got into the sedan chair.
Gryn frowned slightly, Pentos is indeed cleaner and neater than most cities in Westeros, but there is a strange smell floating in the air here.
After leaving the pier, Gryn's ears were filled with the unfamiliar sounds of singing and praying and the laughter and noise of children playing.
Gryn Suddenly felt something in his heart and looked somewhere, but found nothing unusual.
Gryn looked back thoughtfully.
At this moment, there is only Petyr in Throne Room.
Petyr looked at the seat of Pycelle and raised the corners of his lips. Although there is no direct evidence yet, he has almost guessed the hidden identity of Pycelle Grand Maester. He may have already taken refuge with Lannister.
As for Varys... we still need to keep an eye on him, he must be planning something famous secretly, Petyr trusts his intuition.
Small Council originally represents the highest stage for power players. The imperial ministers all have ulterior ambitions hidden in their hearts, including himself.
Petyr's gray-green eyes stared at Iron Throne on the high platform.
The time has come...Petyr·Baelish's eyes are twinkling.
It was as if the Gods was blessing him. With the help of Lysa·Tully, Petyr had figured out what Hand Jon Arryn was secretly investigating.
Those so-called noble bloods really know how to play... Petyr's mouth was filled with a hint of ridicule.
Hand Jon Arryn It's time to retire from the stage of power players forever, this is his last remaining value.
Petyr seems to have foreseen the chaos he created with his own hands, and a ladder for him to rise appeared there.
The smile on Petyr's face gradually deepened.
Tread... the sound of light footsteps came, interrupting Petyr's thoughts.
Petyr just dismissed the expression on his face, pretending not to hear the movement behind him.
He didn't need to look back to know that the owner who could make such weird footsteps could only be Spider.
Varys stood beside Petyr, and also looked at Iron Throne who was high up. "Sir Petyr, sometimes I am a little curious about what you are thinking when you look at it."
Petyr glanced at Varys, his voice hoarse. "Maybe we are thinking about the same thing, Master Varys."
Petyr's answer contains a hint of temptation.
"Oh?"
Varys said with great interest, "I am really pleasing to the people. Do you also miss King Robert's heroic figure sitting on it?"
The corners of Petyr's eyes twitched, and his tone was cold and authentic. "Sir Varys, what do you seem to be insinuating?"
Varys held hands together and said with a smile, "Sir Petyr, I am timid, but King Robert can give you incomparable courage. When the situation is sensitive, I always look forward to seeing the king. Aren't you like that?"
Petyr raised the corners of his lips with a mocking tone. "Sir Varys, Your Majesty is not here today. It is really a pity that he cannot hear your sweet words with his own ears."
Varys nodded slightly and said humbly, "This is just what I say from the bottom of my heart. Red Keep There are invisible ears everywhere, but I will always trust your Majesty's wisdom."
Varys's words made Petyr's eyes tremble unnoticeably.
The smile on Petyr's face was elegant, "Sir Varys, your tongue is the sweetest."