Game of Thrones: Viserys the Three-Headed Dragon

When Barristan left the queue for washing his face in front of the temple, several guards saw him and followed him.

Barristan found the general manager Max Weishui in a small room in the general manager's office further inside the side room of the hall. This room was originally a storage room, but the sunny side had good light, so it was converted into an office for the financial officer. The duty officer of the financial officer could work here and monitor the trainees in the side room at the same time.

Barristan turned around and the guards who followed him entered the side room of the hall and looked over to the small room.

When he found that the followers were guards in the main hall of the castle, Barristan suddenly realized that gathering in the temple to wash their faces was probably not for the so-called "prevention of disease".

"General Manager Max, notify outside--" When Max turned around, Barristan saw Max's friendly smile, and he couldn't help but paused, "Notify outside to wash your face before going to the temple to prevent disease."

"Oh, Astan, I'll be there in a moment." The man spoke the voice of General Manager Max in his throat, and walked to the file shelf of the bookcase, as if busy, "There are several urgent reports to deal with." This person has the same walking posture as General Manager Max.

"It will be our turn in the temple soon, and it will be quick. Rub your face with a ladle of water with medicine powder in the washbasin, General Manager." Barristan walked slowly to the pile of sundries in the office, where the trainees' important items were piled, and his long hardwood cane was there.

The man's footsteps made Barristan feel familiar, but this was definitely not the footsteps of General Manager Max, and he had remembered who it was.

The guards outside the door approached and knocked politely. The leader said in a common language with a not very standard pronunciation: "Church, gather, wash your face, go."

The man showed a kind smile on his face: "I'll be there soon, I'll be there soon."

"You, hurry up." The two people in the room did not arouse the guards' suspicion. One was a white-haired old man, and the other was a kind-faced and increasingly familiar official. So he led the team back to the side room, not far away, just waiting at the door of the side room.

Barristan had already taken his hardwood cane. He suddenly asked enthusiastically: "Director, I asked you about something before, what do you think?"

The man turned his head to look at him and said: "Astan, I'm busy, I'll discuss your matter later."

Barristan pinched the head of the cane and clenched his hand: "Oh, I understand."

After that, Barristan looked at the man in front of him silently and did not move.

The documents in this man's hand did not need to be processed at all, because they were processed documents, and he stood silently. After a long time, he said indifferently: "Interesting old man, sharp and arrogant."

The man slowly put down the document in his hand, walked out of the desk, and walked slowly and lightly towards Barristan. This place happened to be in the blind spot of the guards outside the side room... In a flash, a small knife suddenly appeared in his hand. The blade was only as thin as a little finger. The sharp blade flew in his hand, and the sharp blade flashed cold light in the air.

The breeze lifted the old man's snow-white beard.

There was a sound of breaking wind in people's ears. The old man attacked with one end of his cane and attacked suddenly, but it was a feint. The second swing was the purpose. The old man's cane was so fast that it was unbelievable.

The knife was knocked out of his hand, and his palm was completely deformed under this hardwood blow. He was not afraid of pain, but he could no longer close his fingers.

He wanted to retreat quickly, as fast as a civet cat, but it was too late.

The sound of breaking wind came again.

The blow hit him right in the face, and he was unable to dodge, so he took it head-on. Blood and a few broken teeth spit out of his broken mouth.

The white-bearded old man pursued the victory, and the next blow was a straight stab. This time the crutch hit his ribs hard, making him stagger. If the old man had a sword, he would have been pierced.

But this blow only broke a few ribs for him, and he could still withstand it. He had already pulled away.

However, the pursuit was coming.

He heard the wind. It was his leg. No, it was his other hand. The hard wood was like an iron rod, hitting his arm hard. His elbow seemed to be broken and he lost his feeling.

The guards finally heard the movement here, and the heavy footsteps of the armored guards outside sounded. He heard the sound of drawing swords.

He also tried to fight back with his legs, but he was greeted by a "crack" sound, and when he fell, he could see the jagged bones sticking out of his calves.

He collapsed to the ground, and blood bubbles came out of his mouth.

Guards in armor rushed into the room. He was grabbed by the strong hands of the guards who rushed in and dragged to the side.

Barristan raised his hands and held his cane high: "It was urgent just now. He is an assassin, it must be the Faceless Man. I have heard of their face-changing tricks." Before he finished speaking, the guards surrounded and killed him with swords in hand. Seeing that the old man did not resist, someone took away his cane and someone hugged his shoulders. The guards held his hands and prevented him from moving.

Barristan and the assassin he knocked to the ground were taken to the main hall on the second floor. Outside, the hustle and bustle of people queuing to wash their faces in the sanctuary could still be heard. What happened in the main castle seemed to be isolated from the world.

Barristan and the assassin disguised as General Manager Max were taken to the front of the main hall, and there was no one on the throne.

After a while, dense footsteps came from a side door outside the main hall.

The first one is Viserys, followed by his sister Daenerys, then the acting city lord Earl Gunther, followed by the fully armored King's Guard guards.

"Your Majesty, I'm extremely sorry." Barristan wanted to kneel down on one knee, but the two guards holding him tightly held his body, preventing him from moving at all. He could only lower his head and said, "This chief of staff is disguised. I'm afraid he is an assassin with evil intentions."

Barristan caught a glimpse of Count Gunther frowning next to the king. He stared at him for a long time, seeming to be racking his brains to remember who he was.

He now has a long beard and white hair that falls over his shoulders. It takes some imagination to identify him.

"Assassin?" Viserys looked at the Bursar, who was covered in blood and had broken bones in his hands and feet. He remembered this person. This was the current rotation of the financial affairs officers in the castle. He had played a little clever for a small official position. Originally, Viserys planned to train a group of them who learned the fastest to go to the Iron Bank to see the gold-plated world. Later, he only placed them in the docking local affairs officers who had the opportunity to take turns in the castle - no way, at this time, people who are literate and understand finance are Scarce talent. "General Bursar Max, what do you have to say when you are accused of this?"

Speaking of which, when Viserys calculated the investigation before, he was not among the suspects, because these castle rotators came to Hou Xuan to deal with local affairs. They were nominally the managers of the trainees, and they were asked to come to the castle for precautions. If there is any discrepancy in the accounts, ask clearly. Viserys quickly remembered that it was because Illyrio led the team to the Iron Treasury and the rotation time was advanced.

The injured remained silent.

Barristan said: "Your Majesty, please be aware of this. Some assassins know some tricks of changing faces." He saw Earl Gunther frowning and saying something next to Viserys.

Then Barristan heard Lord Gunther ask: "You look familiar, old man. I can't remember who you are for a moment. Alternate steward Arstan? This is a false name. Who are you? A white-haired old man holding a A middle-aged man with a knife was beaten with a stick - the assassin, you said, you beat him so hard that he couldn't fight back, right?"

"Earl Gunther." He nodded to Earl Gunther, and then continued to look at Viserys, "Please forgive me for being abrupt and presumptuous, Your Majesty Viserys." Barristan tried to kneel down on one knee again, but still couldn't. Yes, the two guards holding him had no intention of letting go of him. They were using all their strength. He could only say, "I call myself Astan. In fact, Your Majesty, when I was on the way to find you, I did call you this name, but it was not my real name. It is my fault to approach you in this way, I beg you." Your forgiveness.”

Viserys is happy to give people a chance: "Tell your story, and I will decide whether your fault is worthy of forgiveness depending on the situation."

As he spoke, Viserys nodded to the Unsullied guardsmen who were guarding him. They relaxed a little.

"Thank you for giving me the opportunity to state my fault, Your Majesty." Barristan knelt down on one knee, his eyes full of shame and relief. "When I was young, I served as a squire for the later Lord Sweyn, and later served the Targaryen kings. On the recommendation of Captain Gerold Hightower of the Kingsguard, His Majesty King Jaehaerys II clothed me with White Robes. After the death of His Majesty Jaehaerys II, I served at the throne of your father, King Aerys II Targaryen. During the Usurper's Rebellion, I accompanied Ser Jonnotho Darry at the Battle of Stonehall. I regrouped the defeated remnants of the front line and rushed to the Battle of the Trident. During the battle, I failed to protect Prince Rhaegar and was wounded and captured."

"!" As soon as he opened his mouth, Count Gunther, who was beside Viserys, realized who the old man in front of him was and his expression was filled with excitement. But when he saw that His Majesty the King's face was as calm as usual, he held back and did not speak.

Barristan continued: "After the war, I failed to uphold my oath to die for King Targaryen. Instead, I was pardoned by Robert and served him in the Kingsguard and the Council, along with the Kingslayer and others. I've stained the white robes as much as they have, and there's no excuse for that. If the evil boy on the Iron Throne hadn't stripped me of my duties, I might still be serving in King's Landing, and I'm ashamed to admit it. But it's true. When Joffrey took off the cloak from the White Bull and sent someone to kill me on the same day, the barrier in my eyes seemed to suddenly lift. I realized that I had to find the real one. King, and die for him, perhaps, as a traitor."

Viserys remained calm as usual and only responded calmly: "You haven't said your name yet."

"Baristan, Your Majesty," he said, "My name is Barristan Selmy."

"Oh, Barristan Selmy, I know that name," Viserys asked. "You said you were wounded on the Trident. So, when Elia Martell was brutally murdered, "Where were you when Princess Rhaenys and Prince Aegon were brutally murdered?"

Hearing this, Barristan seemed to have lost all his confidence: "I was seriously injured at that time. Your Majesty, if I had been there at that time, I would never have-" He stopped insisting on defending himself and stopped talking. He only said stiffly and slowly, "This is a mistake that I can never ask for forgiveness, Your Majesty. If you want to execute me as a traitor, I will have no complaints."

"You have this idea, which means you are not necessarily a good white robe, but you are still a good knight with honor." Viserys was actually giving him a way out, but he obviously didn't realize it, so Viserys continued to ask, "Barristan Selmy, I treat you as a knight, I ask you. If you see someone bullying the weak in the future, will you stand up and fight for the weak?"

Barristan straightened his back: "I will, your majesty!"

"If someone massacres innocent people in the future, will you stand up and stop it?"

Barristan straightened his neck: "I will, your majesty!"

"If someone does something unjust in the future, can you stand up and uphold it? Justice?"

Barristan straightened his knees: "I will, Your Majesty!"

"Can you guarantee that these answers just now are based on honesty and honor?"

Barristan nodded solemnly: "I promise, Your Majesty!"

"Then, tell me why you are here, Knight Barristan Selmy. What is your purpose in coming to Dragonstone?"

Barristan answered solemnly: "I must find the true king and dedicate all my remaining strength to him. You are the true monarch of Westeros. If you think I am still worthy of the sword, I will always be your loyal knight until the end of my life."

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