Chapter 368

"Emissary of the usurper, Lord Baelish."

"In front of you is the king of the Seven Kingdoms, the guardian of the whole territory, not the second prince."

Viserys didn't speak, but the female knight standing behind him, holding the hilt with one hand, spoke coldly in a lame Common Tongue.

After a period of adaptation, Mia has now repeatedly understood the grievances and grievances between the Targaryen family and the Iron Throne of Westeros, which is also her job.

And Petyr Baelish had a slightly formulaic wry smile on his face, and then bowed again and saluted.

"Okay, Your Majesty."

Of course he knew he wanted to call Viserys king, but because of his position, he couldn't show himself too lowly.

'A worthless commodity cannot be sold for a price. ’

All this was in his pre-set opening remarks, and Petyr was not panicked, and then he sorted out the language and continued to speak.

"You may not have heard the humble name when you first met. Please allow me to introduce myself to you. My name is Petyr Baelish."

"I am from the smallest finger on the Five Fingers peninsula, and now hold the post of Chancellor of the Exchequer at the Council of His Majesty Robert Baratheon I."

Although he was not very old, his dark hair was mixed with a few gray strands. Petyr Baelish stood in the hall and talked freely without the slightest stage fright.

He placed his status very low, and made no secret that he only came from an inconspicuous small family.

But he also emphasized his current status, as King Robert's Chancellor of the Exchequer is qualified to meet Viserys as a messenger.

"And the two standing beside me."

Then Lord Baelish turned around, wanting to introduce Viserys to the two people standing beside him.

However, at this moment, Viserys, who was sitting on the throne wearing a light-colored casual clothes, spoke abruptly.

"I know your name, Lord Baelish."

"Don't be arrogant."

The handsome silver-haired young man's voice was calm. This was the first time he spoke after seeing Robert's mission, and his voice echoed in the empty hall.

"Oh, how do you know"

Viserys suddenly opened his mouth and hit his little finger by surprise. The short man was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Viserys to know his name.

Just don't know how much the other person knows about you?

"You have come to Pantos, and you have persuaded the governors of Pantos to attack me."

"Am I right?"

Viserys' voice was still calm, but it caused cold sweat to flow down Petyr Baelish's forehead, and some were speechless, not knowing how to speak.

"This, Your Majesty"

He did visit Pentos and Braavos in secret, but this should be a highly confidential matter, but he never expected that Viserys would know about it.

If he had known about this long ago, he would not have taken up the position of this messenger if he was killed. Isn't this a death sentence?

Could it be that there are ghosts in the Imperial Council, who is the one who leaked the news?

Immediately, he thought of that damn old Jon Arryn, who had to let himself go on a mission and put on a good-for-you look on his face.

When he goes back, the debt must be doubled by the stupid woman Lysa, Petyr thought bitterly.

Viserys' words caused cold sweat to flow down Littlefinger's forehead instantly.

He quickly screened every suspicious candidate in his mind. At the same time, he was thinking about how to deal with it. Sophistry was definitely useless. Since Viserys proposed it, he must have absolute evidence.

Hendry and Barristan, who were standing behind the envoy Baelish below, looked at each other, and Barristan saw the tension in the young man's eyes.

Then the gray-haired captain of the Kingsguard took a deep breath and lowered his head. In fact, he was a little nervous, afraid of being recognized by Viserys.

His Royal Highness has changed a lot from that year. At that time, he was just a six- or seven-year-old boy with a naughty personality.

And now he has tens of thousands of soldiers and three giant dragons in his hands. Sitting on the throne, his words and deeds put a strong psychological pressure on people, and Petyr Baelish's forehead was raised in just three or two sentences. cold sweat.

The atmosphere in the hall was a little tense, and the usurper's messenger was speechless.

The female knight standing behind Viserys raised her mouth slightly, and her gaze passed over Petyr and the unknown nobleman of the Seven Kingdoms, and fell on the old knight in bright armor and white robes.

The usurper's Kingsguard?

Mia's hand holding the hilt of the sword clenched slightly.

At this moment, however, it was Viserys who helped Baelish, who was in a cold sweat.

"Don't be nervous, Lord Baelish."

Viserys opened his mouth and said, a pair of lavender eyes staring at the other party, as if he had seen through the other party.

What Petyr didn't know was that Viserys knew him far better than he did himself.

This is a master who is gifted in money and trade, and is unrivaled in the Seven Kingdoms in intrigue and intrigue. He is good at playing tricks of power.

"I don't want to hold you accountable, on the contrary, I want to thank you."

"If you hadn't instigated those idiots to attack me, I'm afraid I haven't had the chance to capture Pantos so easily."

The wry smile on Petyr's face this time was real, and he bowed slightly to salute again.

"Thank you Your Majesty for your kindness."

Littlefinger's grace and poise just disappeared.

Then he could only bite the bullet and continue the topic just now, introducing the two people behind him.

"Your Majesty, this Hendry Bracken, the nephew of Lord Genos Bracken, Earl of Stonehedge City."

The brown-haired young man standing beside Petyr looked a little nervous, and it seemed that Viserys' words just scared him too.

"Your Majesty."

Hendry hurriedly made a deep bow like Littlefinger just now, and almost knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

"This is Lord Robert's Captain of the Kingsguard, Ser Barristan Selmy."

"His Majesty."

And being named a white-haired knight, he couldn't keep his head down and pretend to be stupid. He could only take a deep breath, and then looked at Viserys with bright eyes and said.

He only hoped that Viserys had forgotten himself.

To his disappointment, Viserys still remembered him.

"Well, long time no see Sir Barristan."

Viserys just nodded and said hello to the captain of the Kingsguard, but didn't say much, which made him worry a bit.

Then Littlefinger sorted out his emotions, and then officially started talking about the mission's purpose.

Robert finally couldn't stand the pressure.

The defeat in the two wars made him realize that the White Walkers could not be defeated by human strength, so he thought of the red witch who disappeared after the Battle of Winterfell.

She once said that the Night King is ice and the dragon is fire, and only the raging dragon flame can defeat the Night King.

The simultaneous recovery of the Night King and the dragon symbolizes that this is a song of ice and fire. If you want to defeat the Night King, you can only ask Viserys for help.

Robert fled all the way from Winterfell to the Twins, and then tossed and turned awake at night. Finally, after deliberation by his staff and serious consideration for a long time, he bravely sent a raven to King's Landing, and let the old adoptive father Jon · Erin has the sole discretion to arrange this.

On the other hand, he couldn't help himself, and he didn't even write a handwritten letter for help.

Of course, Robert didn't have any good intentions under the guise of asking Viserys for help.

This time, the mission to leave King's Landing is almost beating drums and gongs, for fear that some people do not know that the Iron Throne is asking for help from the Targaryen family, hoping that the other party can lend a helping hand.

This is a well-known conspiracy, but the people of King's Landing naturally don't think about conspiracy and conspiracy, they just cheered and seemed to see hope.

But of course, this matter was definitely not arranged by Robert. Although Robert was resigned, he was still embarrassed.

And Jon Arryn can be considered a transparent life at his age, and he knows that his face is useless, and he can only win if he laughs at the end.

"White ghosts, dragons, savages, etc., these things that can easily tear us apart like legends appear one after another."

"Let them kill each other and the world will be a better place."