Game of Thrones: Viserys the Three-Headed Dragon

There are records in the corners of later history: On the day when Dragon King Viserys returned to Dragonstone from Braavos, his first Chancellor of the Exchequer drank too much and died that night because the news brought back by His Majesty the Dragon King was too exciting.

Because of this incident, later historians called this minister "Illyrio the Drunkard" or "Illyrio the Bad Luck". Later historians believed that this first minister of finance, who was favored by the Dragon King, had a certain talent. He may become one of the famous ministers under the Dragon King and leave a glorious name in history.

But because he died too early, only those who have studied this history deeply know that the Dragon King still had such a prominent figure during the Dragonstone Island period.

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"Dragon! It's His Majesty the Dragon King, His Majesty is back!"

"I bet it's a triumph!"

When the nobles and wedding guests who had been stranded in the castles, towns, and docks of Dragonstone for several days saw the dragon emerging from the sky in the northeast, everyone cheered.

"I dare say the people of Braavos were scared to death, and the House of Black and White was reduced to ashes, hahaha."

Seeing His Majesty the King's dragon shrinking in size and flying back to the castle, after a few breaths it quickly soared into the sky and headed straight for Dragon Mountain.

The Chancellor of Finance raised his head and looked at the dock. His fat body lost his balance and almost fell off the dock.

Halton stepped forward and helped the fat minister: "Be careful, sir."

Halton is the doctor and mentor of little Griffin. He is not young, clean-shaven, has a wrinkled ascetic face, and his hair is combed back into a knot. He was responsible for receiving supplies from the ship that would carry Prince Aegon north.

Illyrio stood still and covered up his bitterness with a smile: "Oh, thank you for being here, otherwise I would have been embarrassed if I fell in front of everyone."

Halton smiled along with him, his smile was very official. He only twitched the corners of his mouth and looked at Illyrio across from him with calm gray eyes: "All the supplies on the ship have been packed. Is there anything else on your list, sir?" Do you need to check the food, fruits, oil, and ale? The mules, packhorses, and carts carrying them are all ready to go. "

Illyrio nodded: "Well, that's right. I wish you a safe journey and a smooth journey to the Great Wall."

Halton looked at him strangely: "I don't know when we will set off, sir. We have to wait for the king or the prime minister to issue an order to lift the blockade of Dragonstone Island, and we will wait until the day of departure."

"You're right, Haldon. I was confused." There was a strange sadness in Illyrio's voice. He took a deep look at the ship. There was a box inside that contained a gift for the little boy. Some ginger candies, that kid always loved it. For this reason, the fat minister packed a box of supplies for each ship, which was purportedly to be the goods on the minister's own merchant ship, just in time to line his own pockets and digest them internally. He coughed a few times, "Cough, cough, cough - just kidding, I've been infected with the cold these past few days, and my brain is not very bright, haha..."

"As a doctor, I suggest you drink some herbal medicine and then have a good sleep. My lord, you have been so busy these days, it is really unnecessary. You are the Minister of Finance, why do you need to do these little things yourself?"

The finance minister pouted: "Haldon, the affairs officers of the Ministry of Finance are all very capable, and they are busy. As the finance minister, I don't have that many things to do."

Halton asked strangely: "What do you mean-"

"Hey, I'm hungry." Illyrio didn't let the other person continue, he called to his followers.

Illyrio is always followed by a group of people, holding boxes of delicious food and barrels of wine, always ready to satisfy their master's strong appetite.

This time is noon, and the minister likes to drink some Dornish red wine with eel jelly at this time.

But there were some exceptions today. The fat minister seemed to have a different taste: "Give me a roasted skylark and Myr's strong wine."

This is a bit unusual, but a minister's entourage is always well prepared. As the minister spoke, the entourage placed a small table on the ground, opened the gourmet box, and placed the still-steaming roasted lark stuffed with onions and garlic and a pot of Mir liquor.

Halton was quite helpless as he watched the fat minister act like this beside the boat, and had no choice but to find an excuse to leave: "Sir, I -"

But the fat minister interrupted him and shrugged: "Halton, an old and fat man needs his comfort. Come on, will you have a glass of wine too?"

"I'm not thirsty, but thank you." Halden had to stand aside.

The fat minister threw a roasted skylark into his mouth and chewed the meat with bones: "I am old. I have seen and tasted everything. I have experienced strong winds and waves. Halton, let me tell you something I have learned over the years. The truth about life: Life is too short to live up to the food and wine.”

Halton looked at his fat body and remained silent.

The fat minister licked the grease from his lips: "Next time you come back, His Majesty the Dragon King will hold a banquet for the prince. I really hope I will be there by then and can participate in this grand event." He swore with the hand of his dear Silla , the prince will definitely get what he wants and recognize his ancestors.

He had Targaryen blood, there was no doubt about it.

Finished a glass of hard liquor.

For some reason, the corners of the fat minister's eyes suddenly felt warm.

The king had promised him to be minister of finance, and was even willing to make him a noble lord. To this day, he is very convinced that this promise is true. If he wants, he will even have the opportunity to choose his own fiefdom... If he can, if he makes a request, his majesty will definitely not refuse.

However.

He felt regretful. Varys is right. From the moment you know the opponent has a dragon, you should consider landing smoothly instead of anything else.

However, he had already made the most wrong judgment. Before he came to Dragonstone, before he recognized the dragon, and when he realized that a king with a dragon would completely block the prince from ascending to the throne. He failed to continue to think about the problem as a careerist, and instead became a stupid father who was willing to give up everything for his children.

He waited all his life, but took the wrong path at the most critical step.

Syrah. sorry.

However, there is still room for salvation.

Only he and Wallis knew the truth. Wallis would never tell the secret for his own sake, and he

He will keep this secret forever, taking it to the grave.

He knew that the king did not trust him and that he had no chance. But for the sake of reputation, the king would never pursue and beat up a dead man.

After learning that the first assassination failed, Illyrio wanted to stop for a while. He even took the risk of going to the Faceless Patriarch of the House of Black and White while borrowing money in Braavos to ask him to stop the assassination, and was even willing not to return the money. A dragon egg.

But the Patriarch told him that the Faceless Man would never violate his creed after collecting the offerings. He had already made offerings to the gods, and the gifts prepared by the gods must be given out, and the gods' will must be carried out.

Illyrio realized that he had made a big mistake. The Faceless Men were indeed the best assassins in the world, but at the same time, they were also a group of crazy followers of the God of Death.

There is no retreat for Illyrio.

He once pinned his hopes on the Faceless Men's success, but they still failed. Even, he desperately learned that the king was a magician who was suspected of having obtained Valyria's inherited dragon magic. The two Faceless Assassins failed to hurt the king with such weird methods.

What made him even more desperate was that the king rode a dragon to the Court of Black and White.

Now, the king is back and the dragon is unharmed.

There is only one possibility.

Illyrio had been trying to escape for the past few days, but he wouldn't leave. Although Dragonstone is nominally blockaded, Grolei, the commander of the king's first fleet, has a close relationship with the Fat Minister, and he can take advantage of the opportunity to escape.

But why didn't you escape?

The fat minister felt all sorts of regrets in his heart.

Was he still expecting something bad to happen to the king in Braavos? After all, there is documented history. Ninety warships from the Three Sisters Kingdom fought against five Targaryen dragons in the Throat Sea Battle, and even captured a prince and killed a prince and a dragon.

Viserys only has one man and one dragon, while Braavos has two hundred warships!

However.

Halton found that the finance minister was in a daze and looked unhappy. He couldn't help asking: "Sir, are you okay? How about I give you some herbs to stop the cold, or give you leeches to suck some blood?"

"Oh, it's okay." Illyrio reacted, with a cheerful smile on his face again, "I should go back to the castle. His Majesty will definitely summon the ministers to hold a royal meeting soon, and he doesn't know that we are now with Braavos, and What's the situation over there with the Faceless Men? Is it hostile or friendly? "

"His Majesty the Dragon King has returned safely. Braavos must be either at peace or has grown up. The dragon has an overwhelming advantage over the fleet. In the past few years, we have been following His Highness the Prince on the river Rhoyne in disguise, often passing by those ruined rivers. The abandoned cities left behind by the dragon kings of Rhelia, the great cities that once belonged to the Rhoynar."

"Yes, the deeds of the Dragon Kings of Valyria four hundred years ago, as well as the deeds of Aegon the Conqueror. I believe that when the world talks about Dragon Kings in the future, they will also add the deeds of His Majesty Viserys." Illyrio's heartbeat He couldn't help but realize that he had the opportunity to become the founding father of a new Dragon King Empire and become an important part of history.

As a political speculator, he considered himself to be very clever. However, as a father, his impulsive decisions brought him bitter consequences.

He thought bitterly. Even his father left hidden dangers for Silas' children.

Syrah. Illyrio felt complicated for a moment, thinking of the portrait he carried with him and the arm she left behind. How should he face her?

He covered his heart.

His entourage noticed that he seemed to be uncomfortable: "Sir, what's wrong with you?"

He waved his hand weakly: "Prepare the sedan chair and take me back to the castle. Your Majesty must be in a hurry to summon the ministers."

He urged his followers to act quickly.

He sadly discovered that he was already a powerless person. His body was fat and fat, with few strong muscles under his greasy skin. What a sad state he was in now, his hands were shaking. How dexterous and steady these hands were once...

The road from the town of Dragonstone to the castle is winding.

Now, many nobles and knights who were stranded due to the blockade ordered by the king and prime minister and were observing government affairs in the town taverns and government streets are rushing back to the castle.

Like Illyrio, they had seen the king returning on a dragon and were waiting to hear the first-hand news. They wanted to know what the king had brought back from his trip to Braavos to ask for an explanation.

Four strong eunuchs were carrying a soft sedan chair, in which Illyrio sat. This was allowed by King Viserys. When the king personally received him up the mountain, he told him that if it was inconvenient for him to walk in the future, he could be carried up in a sedan chair.

There are four followers following behind with different boxes.

Along the way, there were many nobles and knights from the seven countries who were also climbing mountains and cast strange glances at the fat minister.

Illyrio knew that there were many disdainful and cold eyes in those eyes. He knew that many people looked down on him, a finance minister who came from a merchant family, and thought that he got his seat in front of the king by speculation.

However, he was the first finance minister of the country appointed by His Majesty King Viserys, and he even went to the port to pick up the ship in person.

With this relationship, even the oldest and proudest nobles and knights in the Seven Kingdoms had to take into account this fat minister who enjoyed special honors. Everyone knew that as long as this minister did not get into trouble, he would definitely become a Westeros noble in the future, own a castle, be granted a territory, and become a new noble of the second-tier nobles in the Seven Kingdoms.

But now, these disdainful, cold, or jealous eyes made Illyrio's heart ache and his throat bitter.

He thought of the past with Varys in Pentos.

He had gone a long way.

At the beginning, he was just a mercenary, an assassin.

He would never know why Varys chose him to protect himself. Varys was a fugitive from Myr who had been denounced by a rival thief. They came to Pentos.

They struck a deal. Varys would spy on the worst thieves and take their stolen goods, while Illyrio would help those who lost their property and take a reward to ensure their property was returned. Soon everyone who had suffered a loss knew to come to him for help, and the city's robbers and pickpockets came to them to sell their stolen goods.

They prospered and became rich.

And when Varys began to train the little birds, they went from being rich gangsters to even richer new nobles of Pentos.

The old generation of thieves were fools who only thought of exchanging all the stolen goods for wine in one night. Varys was different. He liked orphans and young girls. He picked out the smallest, the most agile and the quietest ones and taught them to climb walls and slide down chimneys. He also taught them to read.

The ordinary thieves stole gold, silver and jewelry, while Varys trained the little birds to steal letters, account books, charts... read them and put them back. He never knew how Varys had that talent, but as he said, secrets are worth more than gold, silver, and gems. And so they grew richer and richer. Their status in Pentos grew higher and higher.

Finally, a cousin of the Prince of Pentos married Illyrio his daughter.

Then came Shilla.

His true love and ambition swelled because of her.

For Shilla, he threw away the status he had received from his cousin of the Prince of Pentos.

For Shilla, he planned to put their child on the throne.

But his plan had obviously failed, and because of a wrong step, it became impossible to turn back, and he was even powerless to resist.

Once, people said that the last dragon died a century ago.

Now, the dragon is on Dragonstone.

In the hands of the people he once tried to use.

Once, he thought Varys was an omnipotent wizard.

Now, a real wizard with a dragon is on Dragonstone, and he dared to fight against it with his mortal body.

"Ah, we're here."

In the past, Illyrio was tired of this long and winding mountain road, but today, he didn't expect that it would be so short and fast to finish this mountain road.

"Lord Illyrio, you're back." As soon as he entered the castle, a new noble attendant of the royal court came up to him excitedly, "His Majesty is summoning the ministers to hold a royal meeting. You can go to the map table hall first. The Prime Minister, the Minister of the Navy, and the Minister of Justice have already gone. You are the only one missing."

There are only these ministers in the royal seat. When Illyrio heard his name, a glimmer of hope rose in his heart: "How can I let His Majesty and the lords wait for so long? I'll go right away!"

However, when the fat minister came to the map table hall.

What caught his eyes were two huge dragon eggs on the map table.

When he saw one of them, he felt cold all over.

The king was standing at the gap in front of the hall with his back to the drawing table hall. He didn't turn around, but just said: "Is the finance minister here?"

Illyrio felt bitter in his heart, but he remained polite and answered seriously: "Your Majesty, I'm sorry to have kept you and the ministers waiting for a long time."

The king turned his head, without showing any emotion, and just looked at him deeply: "You are busy, which is fine. I heard that you are sick, do you want the maester to prescribe some medicine for you?"

Illyrio found that when the king spoke, he seemed to accidentally hold a bronze dragon egg in his hand and stroke it slightly.

It was that dragon egg.

Illyrio found that he was not shocked, but only had a sad thought: he already knew.

He replied: "Your Majesty, please take care of me. I have my own medicine. It's just a cold. It's nothing serious."

"That's good. My Minister of Finance. The Ministry of Finance will be busy next. Braavos has signed a friendly agreement with us. It will bring a lot of income to the treasury."

Only the king noticed the bitterness on Illyrio's face and stared at him with a cold gaze.

Prime Minister Oberyn was excitedly flipping through a document, the Minister of the Navy was just a six-year-old boy, and the new Minister of Justice Earl Gunther was silently waiting for the king and the Prime Minister to speak.

Finally, at a certain moment, the Prime Minister stopped flipping through the documents and praised the King: "Your Majesty, I must admit that the agreement you brought back shocked me. I am really curious, how did you do it?"

"This matter is a long story. In short, it is related to the Faceless Man." The king's words made Illyrio prick up his ears, "The House of Black and White in Braavos has been completely destroyed."

Illyrio found that the king was stroking the dragon egg while looking at him.

He just felt extremely sad.