Chapter 149 Governor Illyrio’s Mentality Exploded

In every dream, Governor Illyrio Mopatis would dream that his wife Silas was still alive, and he stood beside her, looking at their son Little Griffin, sitting on the Iron Throne. Rule the Seven Kingdoms.

In fact, he works hard for this goal every day, so by now, the child has already confirmed that he is the son of Rhaegar Targaryen and the first heir to the Iron Throne.

If he ascends the throne, then he is Aegon VI Targaryen, the great king with the same name as his ancestor. However, he will always wake up from his dream and come to the balcony to quietly look at the silent Panto before dawn. At the port, Illyrio sighed silently.

There is no way, the current situation is really not too good. His best friend Varys is staying in King's Landing, but he can no longer control the situation.

Ever since Eddard Stark escaped from King's Landing, things have slipped into an increasingly uncontrollable whirlpool. In the original plan, Eddard Stark would die in King's Landing, and the Stark family would fight with the Lannister family. The family will fight until death.

Although Eddard Stark's escape still triggered a war between the two families, this sense of loss of control made him and Varys choke. Varys, the eight-clawed spider entrenched in King's Landing, also spent part of his energy to guard against Littlefinger. The attack was already in a hurry.

Afterwards, it was originally thought that the Stark family would suffer defeat in this asymmetrical war, but two powerful generals emerged among these northerners. In addition to Stark's young master, the mysterious The young master of White Harbor made Varys and him even more frightened.

What a cruel method. Through one battle, more than 10,000 elite Lannister troops were wiped out, and the Northern Territory, which was originally at a disadvantage, became invincible.

If Eddard Stark had not been accidentally captured, this war would have ended with a complete victory in the North, which was not exactly what Varys and Illyrio wanted to see.

In their plan, every one of the seven kingdoms should be exhausted in the endless war. In the end, the little Griffin supported by them, under the name of Aegon Targaryen, Complete the conquest of weakened Westeros.

But now, with the rapid victory in the North, their strength has not been weakened, but has been strengthened. The Iron Islands have also formed a semi-ally with them, and they have firmly controlled the Riverlands. Their combined strength is actually Is the strongest side.

Moreover, this is a very difficult alliance to divide, because this is not an alliance of three companies, but a military community with the North as its absolute core.

Therefore, if there is no problem in the north, there will be no big problem in this alliance. But precisely, the extreme xenophobia in the north and the long distance are beyond the reach of Varys in King's Landing.

And now, Varys himself is surrounded by Stannis and Renly's army in King's Landing. His own safety is not guaranteed, let alone stumbling upon the Northerners.

It seems that we have to find a way to send someone to contact the people in the North. If they have no intention of getting involved in the Iron Throne, there is no fundamental conflict between the two sides. Maybe we can talk. If we can get their support, little Aegon will win this war. deal.

Illyrio made several candidates for contact in his mind. The first was Clay Manderly, the young master of White Harbor. White Harbor is considered the most open family in the North, and this powerful figure in the North is also younger. , without the hatred of the North against the Targaryens in the Usurper's War.

"When the King's Landing incident is over, we have to contact him immediately. We don't know what kind of person he is and what hobbies we can exploit. There is really too little information about him."

Just as he was thinking about it, Illyrio's cloudy eyes spotted a small black spot on the sea of ​​Pentos.

His first reaction was that his eyes were cloudy again. He had contracted this problem a long time ago. There were always small black spots moving in front of his eyes, especially when the sunlight was strong.

Squeezing his eyes hard and rubbing his face roughly with his big fat hands, Illyrio opened his eyes again, hoping that the annoying little black spots would disappear, but when his eyes focused again, The hand he hadn't put down stopped in mid-air.

The face of this pampered and powerful Governor in Pantos turned visibly pale, as if he had seen something extremely unbelievable, because he had already recognized the outline that appeared in his sight.

It was a dragon, a living dragon, definitely not the three little ones that girl Daenerys Targaryen had made, it was a giant blue dragon that he had never seen before.

Within a few breaths, the sound of the dragon's wings echoed through the sky above Pentos City. It was early in the morning, and not many people were active on the streets, but anyone who was awake or just dumbfounded He froze on the spot, or let out a piercing scream, dropped what he was holding and ran away.

Even if he didn't know what the big thing flying over his head was, he still had the most instinctive instinct of danger. As a result, the city of Pantos, where the sun had just revealed its morning glory, was in chaos.

Clay on Galesos's back was also very depressed. He didn't expect that he would come to Pantos at this time. He couldn't help it. This was his first time here, and the time was not stuck, so he wanted to pull him. None of Feng's appearances were successful.

Forget it, let's just do it. Now, we have to find a place to land. The land utilization rate of Pentos, a port city, is extremely high. There are buildings everywhere and the alleys and roads are extremely narrow, which is not suitable for the dragon to land at all.

With no choice, Clay could only give up his plan to land at the port. At this time, Galesos roared and conveyed to Clay a landing location that he liked.

It was a gorgeous courtyard, covering a huge area. It was on the hill behind the port and was surrounded by layers of brick walls. It looked like it should be the residence of some important person.

It's okay, Clay is not here to be a liberator for the lower class people of Pentos anyway. In fact, the living standards of the free people of Pentos are much higher than those of ordinary Westeros farmers.

With that time available, Clay might as well consider leading his people to build a fortune and become rich.

Under the stunned expression of Governor Illyrio, Clay drove Galesos and landed firmly in the courtyard of his home. He was so frightened that the beautiful Lys maid in the courtyard dropped the sumptuous breakfast prepared for the Governor and tried her best to to flee.

Like the first mate on the ship, Governor Illyrio also thought it was a wild dragon at first, and felt that he must control it no matter what, and try to let young Aegon ride on it. In this case, no one would question it again. Aegon Targaryen's identity.

But now, when he saw the young brown-haired male figure on the dragon's back, his brain was already in a state of complete shutdown. Even with his cultivation, he was completely stupid at this time.

How can it be? How can it be? How can it be!

Why is there an adult male dragon master still existing in this world? He is definitely not the dead Viserys. Who is he!

In an instant, the Lord Governor, who was bent on seeking the restoration of Aegon Targaryen and becoming the uncrowned king of the Seven Kingdoms, was covered in cold sweat. An adult male dragon master, this is iron stronger than anyone else. Throne claimed.

His cloudy eyes were bloodshot, and he tried desperately to see Clay's appearance clearly. Unfortunately, the sun had not fully risen yet, so he couldn't do it. So, the anxious Governor, regardless of whether he was feeding the dragon, Possibly, his plump body took three steps and two steps at a time, rushed out of the bedroom and came to the feet of Galesos.

Clay was worried about who to communicate with to express his intention, when he saw a door opened in the darkness, and a fat man ran out. He couldn't stop until he was forced back by Galesos's half-opened dragon's mouth. Stop.

Governor Illyrio felt the burning heat of the dragon. Only then did he realize the dangerous situation he was in. Except for Daenerys and the mysterious dragon knight in front of him, it is estimated that no one in the world has experience in dealing with dragons. .

He looked at Clay's young face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling at all, and the evil and ferocious eyes of this blue-gold dragon, and he suddenly felt like he was dead. He immediately raised his hands and shouted loudly:

"Friends on the dragon's back, I am Illyrio, the governor here. I have no ill intentions. Please rest assured!"

Hearing these words, Clay was stunned. Hey, he found the right person directly, which saved himself the trouble. However, Clay did not intend to directly ask him where Daenerys was now. He was I know what the governor has planned.

He came to control the dragon, and then asked where Daenerys Targaryen was, and any fool could hear what the plan was. Wasn't this Lord Governor eager for little Aegon to marry his nominal aunt? And then go back together to conquer Westeros?

Now, kill yourself, have a dragon, or a dragon much bigger than Daenerys's little dragon. Isn't it easy to find the identity?

Even if they don't seek relatives from Targaryen, they go directly to Daenerys to marry and completely complete the monopoly on dragons. In that case, there will probably be no stronger claimant than Clay in the world.

Illyrio knew very well that his precious son, Little Aegon, would not be accepted by the dragon. The dragon king's blood was so thin in his body that the dragon would not be able to accept such a Valyrian.

"As you wish, Mr. Governor, I hope that my hasty visit will not cause you too much trouble. If it does, I deeply apologize and my family and I will compensate for it."

Clay specifically said something about my family. Sure enough, Illyrio's eyes suddenly looked wrong. What? You have another family, which family? Since when has there been a dragon family besides Targaryens in this world?

If not, then, is this a Targaryen? !

When I thought of this, Illyrio's eyes turned a little dark. Although the dragon knight whose name was not yet known had the wrong hair color, the fact that he could control the dragon already explained everything.

People with silver hair and purple eyes may not necessarily be descendants of the Dragon King family, but people who can control giant dragons must be from the Dragon King family. No one can deny this.

"Galesos, be kind to our Lord Governor."

Clay patted Galesos on the back, and the dragon reluctantly moved the food to his mouth. In his opinion, the guy in front of him was rich in fat, and it would definitely be a good dish after roasting. be careful.

Hearing the name Galesos, Illyrio, who was familiar with the history of the Valyrian Empire, immediately thought of the name that represented the god of the sun, moon, and stars, and he suddenly became more convinced.

This is a name of the same level as Balerion. Vhagar and Meraxes are like this. The dragons of the later Targaryen family have given up similar names, but the one in front of me still calls him. The dragon has such an ancient name.

Could it be that when the Valyrian Empire was destroyed, more than just the Targaryen Dragon King family escaped?

Illyrio didn't know, but this was definitely not good news, because the concept that dragons equal true kings has been deeply rooted in people's hearts over the past few hundred years.

Clay got off the dragon's back and quietly pressed a Quen seal with his left hand. He had to be careful. If this greasy guy went crazy and attacked him, he had to be prepared.

"Sir Governor, I am here, hoping to get some news about this continent. I think you can clear up my doubts."

Clay's tone was very arrogant, and he tried to put himself into a descendant of the Dragon King family who had been in power for a long time. He made himself a vest: Nori Beleris.

This surname that is very similar to Balerion is actually one of the ancient dragon king families of the Valyrian Empire. They actually went extinct after the collapse of the Valyrian Free Fortress, but no one can prove this. .

Therefore, Clay made up such a vest. As for other things, isn't it up to him? Anyway, with the dragon in hand, even if he claims to be the Emperor of the Valyrian Empire or something like that, the governors have to admit it. Anyway, they only have the right to interpret.

"Of course, this is my honor. I don't know how to call you. My name is Illyrio Mopatis, and I am the ruler here."

He deliberately said that he was the ruler. In fact, he was trying to prevent Clay from coming into contact with other governors of Pentos. Although he knew that this was very difficult, the dragon's presence was definitely not a secret, and those greedy people would definitely come looking for him. of.

"You can call me Nori. As for my family, hey, the noble people in my family have the purest blood of the Dragon King."

Clay said this with a contemptuous tone, full of arrogant pride when mentioning his family.

Illyrio didn't dare to ask any more questions. This arrogant and mysterious dragon knight seemed to have a powerful Dragon King family behind him. He was definitely not a Targaryen.

On the one hand, he was happy that this man would not compete with little Aegon for the throne of Westeros, but on the other hand, he was deeply worried.

Such a young man has such a powerful dragon. Does that mean that there are still many dragons living in this corner of the world?

If they were preparing to return to the Valyrian Freehold, they would sooner or later notice Westeros, and Illyrio did not think that the violent dragonlords would give up the opportunity to conquer a continent.

As soon as he sat down on the soft sofa in Illyrio's spacious long hall, an extremely harsh noise sounded outside the circular corridor, and Clay could even clearly identify the sound of weapons clashing.

Obviously, some people don't want to stay here and talk to Illyrio alone.

Clay sat comfortably on the sofa, looking at Illyrio who was sitting on pins and needles opposite him, and slightly raised the corners of his mouth.