Chapter 221 Bloody Night

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"I'm Jon Clinton."

The knight in bright armor was much more haggard than before, but his eyes were still bright.

The former Prime Minister of the Targaryen Dynasty then told the story of his expulsion from King's Landing after he was stripped of his titles and titles.

After leaving King's Landing, Jon Clinton boarded a ship and sailed across the ocean to another continent, came to the disputed land and finally joined the Golden Group.

He served the Golden Corps for five years, and eventually rose to the right hand of the Golden Corps leader Mies Toin by virtue of his ability.

However, he later left the Golden Group.

"Leaving the Golden Group?"

The soldiers swept the battlefield to clean up the corpses and put out the unburned flames in the hall, and Viserys turned his head.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"That was two years ago."

Jon Clinton nodded slightly, and he finally chose to leave the Golden Group.

Even if at that time he had grown into a commander with remarkable merit in the Golden Regiment, if he didn't leave the next regiment commander, it was likely to be him.

"why?"

Viserys asked.

And this time Jon Clinton was silent for a long time, and finally took a deep breath.

"Of course it's because of you, Your Majesty."

Viserys frowned slightly.

"I heard about you in recent years, but at that time."

Jon Clinton was a little hesitant when he said this, and then spread out one hand on the hilt of the sword and the other.

"Please forgive me."

Viserys nodded.

"Speak freely."

Then he raised his chin towards a relatively quiet place not far away.

"Let's go over there and talk."

This half-collapsed hall is at risk of collapsing at any time. Now the soldiers of Targaryen have completely controlled the entire palace of the prince. If the soldiers of Pantos can be rescued, they will be rescued, and those who cannot be rescued will be given a knife to him. A delight.

The corpse of Prince Pantos has now been counted. Except for Illyrio, the rest of the governors of Pantos have died in this turmoil. Illyrio himself has now been killed because of the sword in his leg. Was carried away for treatment.

Now only Viserys and Jon Clinton remain here.

Afterwards, the two left the palace, which would completely collapse at some point, and came to the garden of the palace outside, where several torches were also lit.

"His Majesty."

A squire came over with a thick cloak and draped it over Viserys' shoulders.

Viserys nodded, and the squire bowed and stepped back.

The cold wind of Pantos in the winter night was a bit biting, and a heavy snow had just fallen two days ago.

Standing here looking into the distance, the black cloak fluttering gently in the wind, Viserys turned his head to look at Jon beside him.

"Go ahead, what are you going to say?"

After the interruption, Jon Clinton seemed to have organized his own language, nodded slightly and said.

"I beg your pardon, Your Majesty, I believe you have also heard about your father."

"I was a little hesitant when I first heard about you"

"Afraid that I'm the next 'Mad King'?"

Viserys didn't get angry when he heard Jon Clinton's words, but shook his head slightly.

Then he seemed to suddenly think of something, turned his head to look at Jon and asked.

"Jon, are you still alone?"

Jon Clinton was obviously stunned for a moment, wondering why Viserys asked such a question, but he hesitated and said.

"No, Your Majesty."

"I also have a son."

The next morning.

Bright sunlight penetrated the clouds and sprinkled in this prosperous and rich city-state.

The red temple is still standing, and the glazed tiles reflect a faint golden light.

After a night of turmoil.

Pentos finally regained his composure when the sun rose.

All the soldiers of the Pantos city garrison understood what had happened when the dragon soared in the sky and spewed a column of crimson fire.

After hearing the news that the governors had all been burned to death, the soldiers of Pentos all fell on their knees and surrendered.

After that everything became much simpler.

The Targaryen soldiers, the wind blowing regiment and the city garrison of Pantos joined forces to suppress the chaos in the city, killed the mercenaries who took advantage of the opportunity to commit crimes, and cut off their heads high. hanging on the fortress of Pantos.

However, for ordinary Pantos civilians, they still don't know what happened last night, they just closed the doors and windows and dared not show their faces.

I was trembling until the next morning when I heard that there was no movement outside, so I gathered up the courage to open the door and walked out.

Then I saw the heads hanging high on the city wall, there were nearly a thousand heads.

But for this bloody night, far more than just so many people died.

There are still uncleaned bodies and bloodstains everywhere on the streets, and the soldiers still shuttled through the streets to maintain order.

"Ho-"

And at this time.

A low, hoarse roar came from the sky, and the people on the ground raised their heads in panic and looked at the sky, and then ran away in fright.

huh~

Then the wings swayed and the wind blew on the ground, a huge shadow shrouded the ground, and the dragon flapped its wings and flew into the distance.

The Prince's Palace had been destroyed by a fire from Balerion, and Viserys appeared in a palace with nine towers near the bay.

Viserys fingered a string of cold rosary beads, each of which was a precious gem, a fortune plundered from the prince's palace.

"Khal Drogo."

For some reason, Viserys suddenly remembered that this long-dead man still had some feelings for him.

Standing on the top floor of the palace tower, you can have a panoramic view of the entire Pantos. At the same time, when you turn your head, you can also see the bustling and lively ocean port and the narrow sea with no end in sight. I don't know how to stop, and I keep slapping on the shore.

call--

The bone-piercing sea breeze roared, and ruffled the long silver-gold hair of the young king.

Viserys stood at the top of the tower wearing a loose and soft robe, rubbing the rosary in his hand and quietly looking into the distance, and then said abruptly.

"I remember you saying that, Illyrio."

"Your greatest wish is to be the chancellor of the Iron Throne?"

Viserys held the icy battlement with the other hand, the sea breeze blew his hair, and then turned his head slightly and asked in a calm voice.

And Illyrio, whose thighs were tightly bandaged, was sitting on a chair in the room at the moment, with a cane next to him, and he smiled wryly when he heard Viserys' words.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Viserys nodded slightly.

"From today you are Chancellor of the Exchequer, as long as you don't mind not having that chair."

And Illyrio's face suddenly showed a surprised expression, and then quickly nodded.

"Of course! Of course! Sooner or later that chair will belong to His Majesty."

"Thank you Your Majesty for your trust."

And at this time.

bang bang bang.

There was the sound of heavy footsteps in the spiral staircase.

The prince in ragged clothes was still wearing his ragged clothes, and he hurried to see Viserys before he even wiped off the blood on his body.

He aimed the butcher's knife at all the governor's families in Pantos, except for a few that had received the wind in advance and hid secretly or slipped out of the city and hadn't been found, all of them were slaughtered by him.

From the old man down to the baby, not a single one was left.

He has become self-determined by the powerful forces of Pentos, and has gained notoriety among the common people at the bottom.

Now the ragged prince can only hold Viserys's thigh and bow his head as a minister, otherwise the city that has accumulated deep hatred after the bloody night will burst into rage and drown him in an instant.

"His Majesty."

The gray-haired old man covered in blood just walked into the door and knelt down on one knee, looking at Viserys' back.