Capítulo 202: Chapter 201: A Long History
"Your Majesty, please."
"Prince, please."
Today, Pentos is still ruled by the same Prince of House Dynilos.
He was once terrified by Drogo's father, Bharbo.
Fortunately, in recent years, Pentos has enjoyed peace and prosperity, and he still remains on his throne of ivory and gold.
Viserys and the Prince of Pentos walked side by side into the palace, while the Magisters following behind had various expressions, looking at Viserys and the Prince's figures with glinting eyes, as if they harbored hidden intentions.
Except for the two guards by Viserys' side, the rest of his soldiers stayed outside the Prince's palace, ready to rush in at any sign of trouble.
Night.
The bright moon in the sky cast a pristine glow, and tonight, Pentos was a city that never sleeps, while the banquet inside the Prince's palace had just begun.
Viserys and Prince Dynilos walked side by side through the long corridor and then entered the round hall.
It was here that the Dothraki Khal, with only a few men, chased the Prince of Pentos off his throne, killed the ceremonial officer representing war in public, and frightened the Magisters of Pentos into silence.
"Your Majesty must have a deep impression of this place."
At this time, a Pentos Magister who appeared to be in his thirties spoke.
He was the youngest of the Magisters, while the others were mostly in their forties, fifties, or even sixties.
The man's face was frivolous, and he wore a colorful ring on his finger, speaking in a faint voice.
When Viserys first visited Pentos, this Magister seemed to have been present.
Then the young Magister seemed to think of something, and raised his eyebrows slightly as he spoke.
"Ah, I apologize; I haven't introduced myself."
"I am from House Scot, which was once a noble family in the Riverlands many years ago."
House Scot was a noble family in the Riverlands a century ago, but for some unknown reason, they left Westeros.
They eventually settled in Pentos, becoming a prominent and wealthy family there.
The family owned vast assets, including three trade associations and countless shops, almost monopolizing an industry. That was how this young Scot became one of the Magisters.
"Oh?"
"It's an honor to meet you, Magister."
When Magister Scot saw the young Targaryen king's face only reveal a slight smile, showing no nervousness or uneasiness, he felt a surge of displeasure.
He had studied his family's history, and the Scot family's forced departure from their homeland to Pentos was not unrelated to the king at the time.
Although House Scot was very small back then, receiving only minor repercussions, it was enough to cause them significant damage, ultimately leading them to flee Westeros.
Now, as fate would have it, the Targaryens were also forced to flee Westeros, even losing the Iron Throne.
"Hmph—"
Magister Scot snorted coldly, feeling somewhat displeased but not mentioning his family's past, only speaking with a faint tone.
"Since the Valyrians established this city as a trade outpost, Pentos has stood on this land for nearly a thousand years."
"Over these thousand years, from kings and Lords to ordinary soldiers, slaves..."
"Even dragons."
Pentos has a long history.
"Countless people have come here, countless people have ruled this land, yet they have turned into dust, while Pentos still stands here."
Two years ago.
.
A powerful Khalasar of Dothraki arrived at the shores of Pentos.
The aging Khal knew his days were numbered and hoped to establish prestige for his son with this opportunity.
However, he failed.
He terrified the Prince of Pentos, who was outwardly fierce but inwardly weak, and ultimately died at the hands of a common man.
The Magister's voice was cold.
But Viserys could hear the threat in his words.
Anyone could briefly ride atop the head of Pentos, but in the end, the city would still stand, always with the last laugh.
Viserys also turned his gaze to the young Magister, narrowing his eyes with suspicion.
From his words, the death of Khal Bharbo two years ago seemed to have a connection with Pentos.
Or perhaps this was all a scheme of Pentos.
They effortlessly caused a powerful Dothraki Khal to crumble, dividing the Khalasar into several smaller ones, each led by a different Khal.
Maybe the initial Khal Bharbo had posed a great threat to Pentos.
Or for some other reason, Viserys was not aware of the inside story.
However, the ultimate result was the death of Khal Bharbo and the dissolution of his Khalasar.
"You are not wrong,"
"No one can rule Pentos forever."
Viserys nodded, seemingly agreeing with the other's words, and then spoke calmly. But his words left the other speechless, with a slightly gloomy expression.
As he had said, no one can rule Pentos forever...
Then, who was ruling Pentos now?
"Hmph."
The young Magister snorted coldly with a dark expression, then said nothing more and returned to his seat.
"Your Majesty, please take your seat."
At this moment, another older Magister sitting at his own seat spoke.
He was Magister Kepell of the Geyen family, an elderly man with white hair, wearing a blue velvet robe with golden threads outlining the edges.
His attitude towards Viserys seemed to be the friendliest on the surface.
When Viserys first arrived in Pentos two years ago, besides Illyrio, he spoke the most with him.
Viserys nodded slightly, then ascended the steps and took his seat.
His position was close to the Prince of Pentos. The entire round hall, starting from the Prince's throne, was shaped like a circle, with steps below.
The Prince was the figurehead of Pentos, and the Magisters, as the actual rulers, had seats no less prestigious than the Prince's, which was evident here.
Before the feast began, the hall was filled with noisy chatter and whispers, while attendants bustled about serving appetizers and fruit plates.
"House Horl, Magister Voght!"
The herald's voice mixed with the chaotic noise, announcing the arrival of another Magister, a man in his fifties, strong and clad in military attire, who then took his seat.
Viserys looked at this Magister a few more times because he had not seen him two years ago.
The Magisters of Pentos did not attend every meeting.
The last time Viserys visited Pentos, this Magister Horl had not attended, but this time, it seemed all the Magisters were present.
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