章 220: Chapter 219: Jon Connington
Regrettably, the ragged prince's carefully laid plans had been shattered.
Though Viserys would hand over Pentos for him to govern as per their agreement, it would not be the whole of Pentos. This city, with its tremendous potential, if unified under one leader, would sooner or later become a thorn in his side.
The ragged prince's blade being brandished towards these Magister families signified his complete break with the deeply rooted traditional forces in Pentos, with no possibility of reconciliation.
Furthermore, the bloodshed and chaos of this night, the looting and arson, would all be attributed to the mercenaries' misdeeds by the common people of Pentos.
As the leader of the mercenaries who later ruled Pentos, the ragged prince naturally had no defense.
Actually, he had no way to refute it, because these were indeed sins committed by the Windblown.
The ragged prince might be able to control himself, but he could not suppress the evil thoughts of his more than two thousand brothers under his command.
People could not distinguish between the Windblown and other mercenaries, so all the blame was dumped on the ragged prince's head.
This was the trap Viserys had dug for the ragged prince.
However, even if the ragged prince knew this was a trap, and a pit of filth at that, he had to hold his nose and jump in.
The situation forced him.
If the ragged prince refused, without the support of House Targaryen behind him, he might not last long as the prince of Pentos and would be over all of this, Viserys was still the shining figure.
He had been betrayed and attacked by the Magisters, trampled on the sacred rights of guests, then rose up to kill these Magisters.
Viserys still held unparalleled prestige among the lower classes.
This was why he needed people like Ramsay.
He could do many things that were unsuitable for a king.
And he would willingly shoulder the blame and accusations.
...
Inside the half-collapsed prince's palace.
The situation had now reached its end. Balerion's dragonfire had killed a portion of the Pentos soldiers, while many others were scared off and scattered.
The Andal men killed their way in, and these soldiers of Pentos were partly killed, partly disarmed, and begging for mercy.
And those Magisters who wanted to flee were very unfortunate. Balerion's gaze was incredibly sharp, he could spot a rabbit in the bush from hundreds of meters high, so fire and thick smoke could not obstruct the dragon's vision, thus they were caught directly by Balerion.
Subsequently, several brave guards were torn apart, while the Magisters were turned into charred bodies by a blast of dragonfire.
"The dragon has not killed as many people as the soldiers, they were mostly scared off."
The man with blue hair followed beside Viserys, his bright armor reflecting a faint light in the fire.
He turned his head to look at Viserys, as if to remind him not to lose himself because he had a dragon. The most decisive factor in a war was still soldiers, not dragons.
Andal soldiers were walking around the battlefield, tidying up. The raging fire ignited by the surging dragonfire was still burning.
Viserys stepped over a charred corpse, it was the body of a Magister of Pentos, now almost unrecognizable.
"Hmm, I know."
...
"Viserys spoke without turning around, idly manipulating the skull on the ground with his sword scabbard.
The 'Mountain,' Gregor Clegane, who had been sent by Tywin in an attempt to assist the Magisters in assassinating Viserys, was now bound hand and foot.
He had been stabbed in the waist and thigh, his wounds still bleeding profusely, his greatsword dropped not far away.
When the soldiers had just prepared to subdue him, they had encountered this villain's attack, with two of them even getting injured.
However, no matter how arrogant the Mountain's demeanor, he had now fallen from grace.
His arms were tied behind his back, bound tightly with iron chains, almost digging into his flesh.
His helmet had been knocked off, revealing a head covered with scars that was so large it weighed ten pounds more than an average head.
There was a wound on his forehead, with blood staining half of his cheek, probably a result of him hitting the wall during his duel with Viserys.
The Mountain was tied up from head to toe, with all the ropes replaced by sturdier, heavier iron chains, for fear that this terrifying monster would break free and hurt people.
Even as he was being pushed past Viserys, his distinctly colored, terrifying eyes were fixed on him, breathing heavily with a muffled voice.
"Huff~"
"Huff~"
However, the Mountain paused as he passed in front of Viserys, as if wanting to say something to him.
But Viserys didn't even raise his head, causing a slight twitch in the Mountain's cheek muscles.
In the end, he was prodded by a soldier's sword in his lower back and loudly scolded to leave.
The 'Griffin' watched this whole scene, his gaze fixed on the Mountain, briefly gripping the hilt of the sword at his waist, but ultimately let go.
"How... do you want to deal with the Mountain?" the man with the blue hair asked, taking a deep breath and turning his head to ask.
"He won't die easily," Viserys said calmly, reattaching the sword scabbard to his belt and lifting his head.
His gaze then fell on the face of this resolute man, sizing him up once again before speaking.
"Tell me about yourself, Griffin," Viserys said, slightly emphasizing the name 'Griffin' at the end.
He had seen this man ten years ago when Viserys was still the mischievous second prince in the Red Keep, which is why he found him somewhat familiar.
The man was then in his late teens, full of youthful vitality, quite unlike the downcast-looking, slightly wrinkled man he was now.
Time had indeed passed, and Viserys hadn't recognized him at first.
Jon Connington.
The young Earl of Griffin's Roost, who had served as hand to Viserys's father, the 'Mad King' Aerys, in his teens.
He was one of the few good friends of Viserys's elder brother Rhaegar, and the two young men were often together.
Jon Connington of that time was a proud, brave, passionate, fearless man who craved honor.
He was also a capable warrior and commander, even having a chance to kill Robert Baratheon and end the Rebellion during the War of the Usurper.
However, he was ultimately dismissed by Aerys II due to the defeat in the war, stripped of his lands and titles and exiled.
'Griffin' looked at Viserys, his lips moving slightly, and eventually, he let out a long sigh.
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