The yellow rays of the sun shone down, and a confusing golden light shone on the sea.
Free Cities, Illyrio's governor's mansion.
In the ivy garden inside the house, Viserys·Targaryen and Magister of Pentos Illyrio·Mopatis sit facing each other.
Viserys·Targaryen is tall and thin, with long silver hair and giant Dragon House purple eyes.
Viserys·Targaryen looks handsome, but his thin face has a haggard look that cannot be concealed.
Magister of Pentos Illyrio·Mopatis has a fat body. He has a pair of greasy yellow teeth and a set of uneven yellow teeth.
Viserys·Targaryen's eyes were beating with emotions on the edge of rage. "Magister Illyrio, my future Master of Coin, I am Andals, The king of Rhoynar, First Men, King of the Seven Kingdoms, Protector of the Realm, Viserys·Targaryen III, the only true king of Iron Throne!"
Facing Viserys's almost roaring voice, Illyrio Mopatis just replied calmly, "King Viserys, no one doubts your legal ownership of Iron Throne."
Illyrio's words calmed Viserys·Targaryen a lot. "She is my future Queen candidate, so don't try to wake up Wake the Dragon again."
Queen's candidate...Illyrio Mopatis's eyes trembled slightly. "She is too timid, but you need to take back Iron Throne's army."
At first, Illyrio·Mopatis was shocked by the beauty of Daenerys·Targaryen, and even had the idea of getting rid of Viserys·Targaryen and marrying Daenerys·Targaryen as his wife.
However, in subsequent contacts, Illyrio·Mopatis felt that Daenerys·Targaryen was too timid and shy, and he seemed to be on tenterhooks and scared all day long.
Illyrio·Mopatis feels that combining with Daenerys·Targaryen will be very boring and will not bring any joy to his life.
Illyrio·Mopatis, who gave up his secret attempt, thought of another value of Daenerys·Targaryen.
Viserys·Targaryen's purple eyes shook. "Are you sure? Can my sister bring me an army?"
Illyrio Mopatis replied, "Yes, Her Royal Highness the Princess is worth enough to recapture Iron Throne's thousands of troops."
Viserys·Targaryen couldn't suppress the joyful smile on his face, "Magister Illyrio, my most reliable Illyrio, I will leave this matter to you."
After saying that, Viserys·Targaryen couldn't help but add, "Under my rule, you will always be different."
Illyrio·Mopatis nodded in thanks and prepared to say goodbye and leave.
At this time, Viserys·Targaryen's voice was filled with unwillingness, and he suddenly said, "For the kingdom, I lost a Queen candidate, but I can at least get her person, right?"
Illyrio Mopatis opened his mouth, his lips trembling.
Is he really the son of Mad King?
Viserys·Targaryen is shallow and greedy. Illyrio·Mopatis feels that the first thing he needs to prevent is this Mad King's son, otherwise no matter how careful his plan is, his unexpected actions will destroy him.
Red Keep, Dark dark clouds squeezed the sky.
Varys threw him into the brazier after reading the note just sent.
Varys stared at the brazier expressionlessly, waiting for the note to be completely burned to ashes before turning around and leaving.
Near noon, the attendant reported to Varys that Master of Coin Petyr·Lord Baelish was visiting.
Varys paused and looked out the window.
It has been raining heavily since the morning, and the weather outside is very unfriendly.
The heavy rain cannot hinder the elegance of Petyr, who is dressed neatly in a dark gray robe.
Petyr raised the corners of his lips, and his hoarse voice was full of magnetism. "Good day, Master Varys, I take the liberty of coming to disturb you."
Varys held hands together, nodded in greeting, and said with a smile on his face, "Good day, Lord Petyr. It is a great welcome and a great honor to be able to receive you, who is responsible for the important affairs of the kingdom!"
It can be said that Varys's words were very sweet, but Petyr sounded uncomfortable, which instinctively aroused his guard.
Petyr didn't show anything on his face, but the smile on his face was reserved and elegant, "Sir Varys, it's not a big deal, but Lord Hand is paying attention to it, so I had to come here in the rain."
Varys asked Petyr to sit down and asked in a serious tone, "Sir Petyr, what are your orders from Lord Jon?"
Petyr leaned back on the chair easily, folded his legs, and smiled with a hint of helplessness, "Sir Varys, it's not a big deal, you made me nervous."
Varys nodded and apologized. "Master Petyr, this was not my original intention. I just feel that Hand of the King's affairs are not big or small."
Petyr, who maintained a smile, twitched slightly when he heard Varys's answer.
Petyr shrugged and said, "It's for that Queen's Chief Steward, Lord Hand has a one-month appointment with him, and now there are not many days left before the appointment..."
Petyr spread his hands and continued, "Maybe it was the incident on the mezzanine of the study that made Lord Hand deeply impressed by him. He suddenly asked me about my whereabouts just now. My information is limited, so I can only come to trouble Master Master of Whisperers."
Varys nodded, paused for a while, and said, "Lord Gryn, should still be Highgarden now."
Petyr's eyes moved and he said, "Is he doing business for His Highness Queen? I don't know if he can come on time..."
Varys maintained a faint smile on his face, "Lord Gryn, he is now deeply trusted by His Highness Queen. He went to the Reach to buy food."
"Buying food?"
"He is now Cersei Queen's favorite. Lord Gryn is sending Highgarden as envoy in the name of His Highness Queen. Everyone knows that Golden Rose likes to please the royal family."
Petyr couldn't help but smile and said, "Thank you, Mr. Varys, for your honesty."
Petyr suppressed his smile and asked again, "Purchasing food is not a big deal. According to the itinerary, if everything goes well, he should be in Crownlands now."
Varys nodded and said, "As wise as you are, it seems that you have guessed that Lord Gryn is not going well."
Petyr's smile was reserved, "After all, he is the noble Golden Rose. After all, Lord Gryn is not Queen himself. I think Lord Gryn is not easy to dismiss."
Varys was stunned for a moment, then smiled and shook his head, "Sir Petyr, you have a sharp eye."
Varys's tone was as if he was chatting with an old friend. "Lord Gryn set up Sword Skill Arena near Highgarden Castle. According to the information I recently received, he has defeated hundreds of the Reach outstanding swordsmen. Now the entire the Reach is alarmed by him."
Although the smile on Petyr's face is reserved, he is gloating about his misfortune in his heart, which is very Gryn.
One eyeball was infected, so I coded this chapter with one eye closed.
You need to rest early today, don't wait, continue tomorrow!