章 786: Chapter 786: Seeking Help

In the Sealord's Palace of Braavos, the highest echelons of the entire "Bastard Daughter of Valyria" had gathered.

The keyholders of the Iron Bank, the patriarchs of ancient families, the High Priest of the Moonsingers, and the Chief Priest of the House of Black and White, who was also a Faceless Man, were all present.

He wore a hooded robe, half black and half white, with a golden mask on his cheeks through which maggots crawled in and out.

The House of Black and White had been destroyed by dragonfire many years ago, and now only a patch of dilapidated ruins remained on the original site.

The Braavosi saw this as a disgrace, just like the Titan statue whose head had been smashed into the sea. To this day, it remained a headless giant, holding up a broken sword pointing at the sky, as if uttering a silent roar, like the grudge the Braavosi held in their hearts.

However, the Titan's head was later salvaged and now rests on one side of the Isle of the Gods in the center of Braavos.

Although under the pressure of the Valyrian Empire, Braavos was still openly hunting down the Faceless Men.

And the House of Black and White had not been rebuilt like the Sealord's Palace, but the representative of the Faceless Men still appeared in the newly reconstructed Sealord's Palace.

This almost proved that the Faceless Men still had ties with the Braavosi officials, and the so-called arrest warrants were just a perfunctory measure to deal with the Empire's pressure.

However, with the immense crisis looming, the Sealord of Braavos could no longer care about these matters.

He had summoned everyone he could find to discuss the situation, hoping that they could brainstorm and find a way to break through this catastrophe.

When the White Walkers first invaded Westeros, Braavos was too busy gloating and taking the opportunity to profit from the war, never imagining that the disaster would one day befall them.

"Ib has been completely overrun."

"The White Walkers have taken over the island through unknown means."

"But I heard that someone saw a giant dragon appear in the skies above Ib."

A patriarch from an ancient family spoke up anxiously. His family originated from the Valyrian era and was one of the first families to build Braavos. However, after so many years and countless upheavals, the family now truly felt a strong sense of crisis.

Because although they had gloated back then, everyone had seen the enormous price King Robert had paid to win that war.

And although Braavos wanted to make a fortune from the war, it indirectly created the biggest bad debt since the birth of the Iron Bank.

They had lent King Robert millions of gold dragons, plus the subsequent interest-free loans, but now it had all gone down the drain, unrecoverable.

"A giant dragon?"

"Could it be that the Emperor across the Narrow Sea is involved in this matter?"

"Is this a scheme of the Valyrian Empire?"

At the mention of a giant dragon, some people in the room naturally thought of the former Young Dragon, now grown into a towering giant.

Viserys had once grown up under the support of Braavos, but in the end, it was Viserys who personally cut off the Titan's head and let it sink to the bottom of the sea.

Therefore, at the mention of Viserys' name, the expressions of everyone in the Sealord's Palace changed slightly.

Even the Faceless Man, who was the representative of the House of Black and White.

The Faceless Man in the black and white robe with the golden mask showed no change in expression, even if there was any. Beside him, another Faceless Man's face revealed some subtle changes.

He had fallen to this state, unable to show his true face or even call his own name, all because of Viserys.

That little prince whom he had personally helped into the carriage back then.

However, the long conference table was now full of people. Although Viserys was terrifying and the Braavosi all held grudges, it was indeed inappropriate to blame Viserys for this matter just because someone had witnessed a giant dragon.

"I've also heard about this. A giant dragon spitting icy blue flames appeared in the skies above the Port of Ib." "It was the main reason for the fall of Ib."

The speaker was a middle-aged man wearing a coarse gray robe, with a calm expression. He was one of the keyholders of the Iron Bank, also of noble blood and extraordinary origin. In fact, as a keyholder, he definitely belonged to one of the earliest established families in Braavos.

"But it's too rash to suspect Viserys just because a giant dragon appeared."

"Considering the White Walkers' ability to control corpses, I have reason to suspect that they are controlling the corpse of a giant dragon."

The keyholder of Braavos spoke.

"Controlling the corpse of a giant dragon?"

His words sounded much more plausible than the previous person's. They had gathered in the Sealord's Palace not to gang up and curse Viserys, but to solve the problem. If they wanted to curse him, they had already done so countless times behind his back.

However, many people agreed with his words, while some also raised objections.

"But there are only a few giant dragons left in the world. Where did the White Walkers get the corpse of a giant dragon?"

"Could it be that one of Viserys' dragons died?"

In the meeting at the Sealord's Palace of Braavos, some people were not present but had become the main characters.

"Everyone!"

The Sealord of Braavos felt a bit of a headache listening to the voices below, then he lightly tapped his fingernail and spoke.

"Let's not dwell on where this giant dragon corpse came from."

"Who cares where it came from?"

"The problem we need to discuss now is how to deal with this crisis and protect this great city-state from being destroyed in our hands."

The Sealord of Braavos spoke.

"Since it can now be confirmed that the White Walkers are indeed controlling a giant dragon, and the people killed by this dragon can directly turn into wights..."

"Does this mean that any impregnable defenses we prepare are useless?"

"The White Walkers only need to ride the dragon and fly behind our lines, set a fire, and this place will fall."

"How do we fight this?"

"Please share your thoughts, everyone."

The words of Tormo Fregar, the Sealord of Braavos, instantly silenced the room.

Because the problem he raised hit the nail on the head. Everyone had been thinking about where this dragon came from, but no one had thought about how to deal with it.

But now, when they calmed down, it was truly terrifying to think about it carefully.

How do they fight this?

"Perhaps... Perhaps we can seek help from His Majesty the Emperor."

At this moment, the person who had initially accused Viserys spoke up, holding back his anger. Everyone in the room turned their gazes toward him.