章 93: Chapter 92: The Land of Right and Wrong
"Master."
"Master."
Servants along the way bowed respectfully.
Without a doubt, the mansion was once again filled with treasures of gold and silver, as well as countless servants, hot spring baths, a three-story tower, pavilions, and terraces. From the highest sun terrace, one could overlook the artificial mountains and flowing water gardens below.
Viserys stood on the highest terrace, looking down at the scenery. The entire courtyard was unlit, with only the sound of water flowing and servants moving boxes.
The young man's hand rested on the hilt of his sword, clad in a neat leather armor. A white fur shawl draped over his shoulders, with a dark cape fluttering behind him in the breeze.
Behind him stood his squire.
"Your Majesty."
"I have a feeling that Pentos is not up to anything good."
Bessie had been quietly accompanying Viserys without saying a word, but finally couldn't help but speak up.
Even the young king himself had some doubts.
Viserys had thought that Pentos, having invited him and gifted him precious dragon eggs, would also make some demands in return.
However, the Magisters of Pentos did not do so.
They made no requests whatsoever and even invited a Dothraki horselord to attend a high-level feast, with plenty of good food, drinks, and hospitality, as well as numerous gifts to take.
What did Pentos want to do?
Viserys was slightly puzzled, and as he stood on the terrace of the mansion, he contemplated the whole issue.
Pentos' current behavior reminded him of an old story.
Did Pentos want him to indulge in the riches, wine, and women, so he would forget about returning to Westeros and endure the hardships there?
After Bessie finished speaking, Viserys still stood in place for a while without saying anything. The squire's heart grew uneasy, fearing he had said something wrong.
However, soon he saw Viserys, who was standing in front of him with only his back visible, lift his head as if he had finally figured something out.
Viserys slightly turned his head to glance at the knight behind him and calmly said, "You're right, Bessie."
"Pentos indeed has no good intentions."
Under the bright moonlight, the young man's silhouette was elongated on the terrace, with his silver-gold hair swaying in the breeze.
"We should not stay here for long."
"Urge them to speed up. Once everything is packed, we must leave this place and set out for Westeros."
Viserys didn't turn around but spoke calmly.
"Understood!"
The slightly dark-cheeked squire felt a bit invigorated when Viserys agreed with his viewpoint.
However, he didn't know what Viserys meant by 'Pentos is not a place to linger,' and Viserys didn't elaborate.
With his anxiety rising again, he hurriedly ran down to instruct the servants and knights to quickly pack up the treasures and prepare to leave.
...
Soon enough.
Deep into the night.
Viserys and his knights had packed everything, including the three most important dragon eggs.
They then led everyone straight to the north gate of Pentos.
Clatter, clatter, clatter...
In the dead of night.
The crisp, chaotic sound of hooves echoed on the spacious cobblestone streets of Pentos. Viserys arrived at the northern gate of the city and demanded the gates be opened so he could leave.
"Open the gate!"
At that moment.
A commotion seemed to be coming from the distant palace atop the colossal nine-tower cluster, accompanied by the faint glimmer of fire.
Viserys, sitting on his horse, glanced back at the direction of the palace. He had just led his soldiers through the chaos and heard a vague rumor that Khal Balbo had been challenged and killed.
Now, the Dothraki who had entered Pentos seemed to be vying for the position of the new Khal. The late Khal's bloodriders would exact vengeance and then commit suicide.
The kos of various Khalasars were also prime candidates for the Khal's position, and they had their people.
Viserys had long heard that tens of thousands of Dothraki had come to Pentos with the old Khal and were now waiting outside the city. They hadn't encountered the Andal warriors, so they were in a different location.
The old Khal's son, Drogo, was also a leading contender for the position of Khal.
Viserys didn't care much about this contest for the Khal's position, nor did he know if Drogo could successfully seize the position under his influence.
What concerned him now was the sudden news of the old Khal's death.
He had just heard in the chaos that a Dothraki had stepped forward to challenge the old Khal and succeeded in killing him.
However, Viserys couldn't shake the feeling of a thick conspiracy.
It might have something to do with Pentos, or perhaps it had nothing to do with the city.
But accepting the invitation to the feast here was the only time Khal Balbo had left the protection of his army.
Otherwise, the Khal, who was protected by countless horseback warriors in his Khalasar, wouldn't have been easily accessible and open to challenge.
According to Dothraki tradition, a Khal leading a Khalasar couldn't refuse the challenge of a fellow tribesman. But if Dothraki kept challenging their Khal, wouldn't the Khal be exhausted?
At the moment, Viserys had no time to think more about it. Outside, there were tens of thousands of Dothraki, like a massive ticking time bomb that could explode and harm the surrounding innocents at any moment.
If they learned that their Khal was dead and each khas received orders from their ko, who knew what could happen.
Viserys, holding the token of the Magister of Pentos, Illyrio, naturally requested the gate be opened so he could leave the city.
The soldiers didn't dare provoke the hundred-odd iron-clad knights and opened the city gate for Viserys.
"Hurry!"
Viserys spurred his warhorse and charged out of the gates of Pentos, followed closely by a hundred knights who also rushed out.
Viserys then arrived at the encampment of the Andalos army, ordering the soldiers who had been resting for half a day to break camp and quickly leave this place, which was soon to become a troubled area.
The night was deep and quiet.
Viserys stood outside the city, feeling the sea breeze. The night wind carried a deep chill that seeped into his clothes. The young king tightened his collar slightly.
Clatter…
His white horse easily ascended the high ridge and then turned around.
Viserys stood atop the ridge, watching his soldiers below packing up and preparing to leave. He also raised his head and looked into the distance.
In the east of Pentos, chaos had erupted. The tens of thousands of Dothraki waiting outside the city seemed to have already learned of the Khal's death.
And within Pentos, a raging fire was reflected in the young king's pale purple eyes.
He turned his horse around once more.
"Let's go!" ...
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