The Winter of Ice and Fire Is Coming

Illyrio felt that someone was moving himself, and there was a white shaking halo in front of him.

But he did not hear anyone talking.

I don't know how long it took, and he felt a shock all over, as if he had been thrown on the hard floor.

But he did not feel any pain.

He has enough fat. It can block the rebounding force of the ground, but it cannot block the cold of ice water.

The white halo before his eyes disappeared, and he fainted.

He is obese and has not eaten for too long.

When he woke up, he felt warm.

He slowly opened his eyes, and what was in front of him was a very young face, his eyes were bright, full of rebelliousness, and a trace of contempt and pity for Illyrio.

Aegon Targaryen VI was watching him.

Illyrio looked at Aegon intently. After a while, he was sure that this was not a dream, nor did he meet Aegon in hell.

Warm sunlight casts on him through the tall narrow window.

He squinted his eyes, and the sunlight on his face felt so good.

"Get up and eat something." Aegon's jealousy was calm and calm.

This kid's psychology is rare and powerful.

Illyrio sat up slowly, feeling weak all over.

In front of him, there was a pot of wine, a plate of barbecue, a rice, and a small pot of bacon soup.

Illyrio's stomach made a noise.

When he woke up, the hunger was not strong anymore, but when he saw the food, he lost control.

The wine has not dared to drink it, because it was the last time.

Illyrio did not see the mouthwash.

After getting used to the life of a nobleman, his attention to details has become a habit.

Of course, there is no sink for washing hands.

It doesn't matter. Illyrio has already picked up the bacon soup. He came to the corner of the room. Although there are windows in the room, the windows are so high that you can't climb them. The window opened on the wall opposite where Illyrio was lying.

Illyrio rinsed his mouth with bacon soup in the corner of the house.

The mouthful smell has faded, but it feels uncomfortable for the machine.

Illyrio, who could still care about this bitterness, showed that he was not really knocked down by pain.

"Your Majesty, have you eaten?" Illyrio asked after finishing his mouthwash.

Aegon didn't answer him, his eyes looked at the ceiling on the roof and he didn't speak.

Illyrio followed Aegon's gaze and looked towards the ceiling. The ceiling was high with various exquisite images carved on it.

"This is in the Prince's Palace." Illyrio said.

Aegon still didn't speak, looking at the ceiling blankly.

Illyrio felt the depression of the atmosphere.

He began to eat.

The food is very fragrant, and it is the only delicacy that has really opened his appetite in decades.

Illyrio ate up his food, raised his sleeve and wiped his mouth.

This is the first time in decades that he wiped his mouth with his sleeve.

Without a servant, no handkerchief, no basin and mouthwash, Illyrio quickly learned to keep it simple.

When he wiped his mouth, he realized that his clothes were very clean.

Someone changed his clothes when he lost his senses.

Illyrio unscrewed the jug and smelled the real wine first.

"Your Majesty, do you want a bite?"

Aegon was still looking at the ceiling, but this time he spoke: "Illio, although you have a great kindness to me, if you say anything more, I will kill you."

Illyrio's opened mouth didn't make a sound anymore, he blocked his mouth with a hip flask and began to drink gurglingly.

Good wine!

He drank the wine in one breath.

The strength and energy seemed to return to him with the wine.

While Illyrio was eating, the small hole in the door kept looking at the situation inside.

When Illyrio took a breath and put down the flask, the door opened, and Will and Varys and Daenerys stood at the door.

They did not move. A soldier walked in and took away the cups and plates.

Illyrio watched as the door slowly closed in front of him.

Will's eyes were calm, Varys's eyes were compassionate, Daenerys's eyes were sharp.

Gently, the door closed, and then the sound of the chain locking.

With the sound of footsteps, everyone has gone far.

Illyrio retreated to the other side and kept a safe distance from Aegon.

He started talking to himself.

"Uh, Varys, I have something to say to you, do you agree?"

"Ilirio, what do you want to say to me, just say it." Varys's voice.

He plays two roles alone.

As the second intelligence manager of Essos Continent, learning the voice of others is a trivial matter, not worth mentioning.

Illyrio peeped at Aegon, Aegon still looked at the ceiling, without saying a word, he was like a sculpture.

Aegon didn't want to talk to Illyrio, but Illyrio had too much to say to him.

However, he also learned about Aegon's terrible side. Aegon is talented, intelligent, and able to lead. Moreover, he is really not afraid of death and enjoys pain.

"You are my friend and brother for thirty years...?"

"Ilirio, just say anything you want to say to me." Aegon still looked at the ceiling, but his tone was softer.

He knew that Illyrio wanted not to tell him, not talking to himself.

Illyrio tentatively approached Aegon, cautiously and his eyes watched.

He had seen Aegon slashing his own sword, which cut off Sister Lemore's arms, added another sword, and stabbed Mrs. Lemore.

"Your Majesty, I understand your suffering, and I understand everything you have done. There is no better person to sit on the Iron Throne than you." Aegon's head moved slowly until he finally looked at Illyrio.

He just looked at Illyrio with determination.

Illyrio stopped approaching. He felt that he was sweating. Will Aegon suddenly violently come over and pinch his throat? He doesn't know, so he has to be careful.

Aegon did not change.

Illyrio was no longer close to Aegon, he had to take his time.

"Your Majesty, Daenerys..." Illyrio paused to see if the name would irritate Aegon, but no, Aegon looked at him with a calm expression, and his Aegon's jealousy was gone. The madness in his eyes has also disappeared, but maybe that is an illusion.

"Daenerys accused you of killing Sister Lemore, thinking you shouldn't kill him with a sword, but I understand you. You don't kill Mrs. Lemore, Mrs. Lemore is still there now. Enduring the pain of a broken arm. Killing her with a sword is actually the best way for her. It's just that Daenerys is a weak woman and can't understand the correctness of your behavior."

Aegon's eyes were still calm, but the stiffness of his expression softened, and he changed his sitting posture to make himself more comfortable.

A person maintains a movement for too long, the body is stiff and uncomfortable.

This little detail gave Illyrio the confidence to continue.

"His Majesty……"

"I am no longer your Majesty, I am a prisoner. Please call me Little Griff." Aegon said, "I used Aegon's name for sixteen years and Aegon's name, but a few months ."

"Okay...Little Griff..."

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0827 Chapter 2 Past Truth·Will Conspiracy Step by Step

"Little Griff, no matter what others say, what they think, what they think, you slaughtered the city of Lis, and you did the right thing!" Illyrio said, "We have also seen the latter situation. You don't kill a person. You surrendered Mill and Tylosi. There is no greater commander than you."

Aegon sneered: "Ilirio, there is no royal bloodline that ends more tragically than me, right? I just displayed my ambition and became a prisoner who was killed at any time. It was my father’s sister who wanted to execute me. My aunt. I was going to marry her as a wife."

"You will live, I promise you." Illyrio said.

Aegon stared at Illyrio strangely: "You are also a prisoner, how can you assure me?"

"All mortals are mortal, and all mortals must serve. Little Griff, haven't you heard this sentence?"

"I have heard of the faith motto of the Faceless."

"Yes, if they let me go, you are likely to be executed, but they didn't. They just want to keep your life, but my life must be exchanged. This is the rule of the faceless, one life for one."

"Who is the Faceless?"

"The faceless killer I saw in the dead sacred hall of the Red Temple is Will. No matter what his true identity is, since he dares to accept employment as a faceless, he will understand The rules of the face. Daenerys doesn’t want to kill you at all. She makes a gesture of killing you for people who are loyal to you. If she really wants to kill you, no matter what I say use."

While talking, Illyrio quietly approached Griff.

Some words must be said close to Little Griff's ear, the wall has ears, and no one can overhear them.

Little Griff said: "Don't be afraid of me, Lord Illyrio, I am little Griff, not Aegon Targaryen VI. That's a brutal and perverted guy, but little Griff is not. Come on. , My lord, you are my benefactor. You have done a lot for me, and I know it well."

Illyrio still hesitated, he looked at Griff's expression and eyes, and finally made sure that he was safe.

Little Griff smiled: "Master Illyrio, you dare to die for me, do you still have to be afraid of me? Come on, it's okay. My injuries are not much better. I am weak and strong. It will not be bigger than you. My weapons have been searched. If you want to kill you, you can only use these hands, but your neck is so fat, I can't pinch you."

Illyrio slowly approached Griff, he really did not feel the threat from Griff.

He has been engaged in intelligence trading for a long time and is still very sensitive to dangerous threats. Especially when paying attention to one person, some changes in other people's psychology can hardly escape Illyrio's eyes and intuition.

Illyrio smiled and said, "Little Griff, if you strangle me to death, I'm afraid Daenerys will order you to be killed."

Little Griff looked at Illyrio again with a strange look: "Master Illyrio, your loyalty to me exceeds Sir Duck and Sir Killer. I'm very surprised. It's not your style to invest in me."

"Your Majesty, do you want to know why?" Illyrio said.

But he didn't make any sound, he was talking about mouth shape.

Mouth shape can also be said to be lip language.

There is no sound and no sound, even if there is a person standing on the wall listening to the conversation between them, he cannot see his mouth.

Aegon frowned, confused.

"You have lost your life, and nothing you invest in is meaningless." Little Griff said.

"Then you are willing to be my adopted son? It depends on my willingness to change your life for you." Illyrio said, "If you are my adopted son, I will be your foster father. All of this is worthwhile." He lip-synched while drawing with his fingers on the floor, handwriting a word with his right hand, and immediately wiped it off with his left hand.

Little Griff leaned back, looked at Illyrio, and said nothing.

"I have no heirs, no descendants. No matter how much wealth and power I earn, there is no heir."

"You can take a wife! You have enough sons."

"Except for illegitimate children, I have no official sons of my own. All of them died. When Varys took you to my room, I saw you, silver-golden thick purple eyes and snow-white skin. , I fell in love with you. I longed for a lovely son like you. I also raised you as my son until I took you away to Jon Clinton. I had insomnia for half a month."

"But you never came to see me." Little Griff said.

"I have an agreement with Jon Clinton for your safety. I cannot come to see you on the initiative until you have officially disclosed your identity."

"Your feelings for a child can reach sixteen, I don't believe it." Little Griff suddenly lowered his voice, "Unless there is another reason."

"...No...absolutely not." Illyrio's eyes flickered, avoiding Griff's stare.

"Master Illio, I'm not stupid." Little Griff said, "Apart from investing in me, what can you and I have a different relationship with? You are willing to die for me, before you die, you tell me that Be my foster father, you want me to call you Father Father."

Illyrio’s face changed slightly. Little Griff could see that his mood was agitated, but Illyrio calmed down immediately. He quickly controlled his emotions: "I do want to hear you call my father, but I do Not your biological father, your father is Prince Regga Targaryen, and your mother is Princess Ilia Martel. You are from a famous family, and the Iron Throne belongs to you."

Little Griff stared at Illyrio and said slowly, using his lips: "If you weren't my own father, you wouldn’t have been imprisoned for another order. I want to know the real truth, Illy. Master Ou, whose son am I?"

Illyrio's opened mouth was stunned, unable to speak, he was controlling his trembling emotions.

"You are Rega's son. As long as you are alive, the Iron Throne will have a chance to be yours. Many emperors and generals only get what they want after nine deaths, and the same is true for you. The suffering in front of you is nothing, you It’s Daenerys’s nephew, this is the root of your turnaround. Remember, after I die, you must listen to Daenerys’s words, sincerely repent, and do what they say. Child, you are legal and orthodox. Heir to the throne, Regar has no other bloodline, you are the only bloodline. Daenerys has no ambitions, the real winner is the one who wins in the end."

"You tell me the truth, whose son am I, yours, or Rega?"

"Child, with your ingenuity, I think you will figure it out yourself."

"Really, I understand now. You killed Rega's child and replaced Aegon with me."

"No, I didn't kill Aegon. When Varys sent Aegon, he already had high fever and diarrhea. The child was too young, hiding in Tibet, crossing the sea and bumping, lacking care and nutrition..." Illyrio was suddenly alert, and then immediately Changed his words, "You are Aegon. I hired the best doctor in the city and finally saved your life."

"Aegon died of illness, and then you just bought a woman from the brothel, and this woman happened to have a child, so you made a bolder decision." Little Griff said coldly.

Illyrio said: "Little Griff, you don't want to recognize me as an adoptive father, but please remember that you are Rega's son. At any time, as long as you have a life, don't give up on yourself."

"You are afraid that I know that your son is showing the flaw in front of Daenerys, and you are also afraid that I will lose the courage and confidence to fight for the Iron Throne after I understand my identity. Stop talking, Lord Illiou, I am already You know everything. Although Aegon was not killed by you, it was the child's own life that could not withstand the bumps of crossing the sea. He could not hide in Tibet. He was clearly safe, but he was killed by the disease and cold. But even so, You shouldn't use your children to pretend to be Aegon and try to seize the Iron Throne on Westeros." Little Griff stood up and said loudly.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Illyrio scolded.

"I'm not talking nonsense, I'm just telling the truth. Illyrio, see who I am?" Little Griff shook his head, his hair changed, and he tore at the base of his ears and tore off a human skin mask. , Showing Will's face.

Illyrio was as a statue.

"Do you know why the opening of the door just now made you see Will, Daenerys, and Varys standing together at the door? It just made you lose your vigilance and thought I was outside. Then, Aegon in the room would not Will pretended to be. Because you know that Will has the alien ability of a faceless man. But the Will at the door is a fake. The real Will has been by your side."

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ps: The official holiday tomorrow.

Push the book "The Magic Mountain of Ice and Fire" with different styles.