Game of Thrones: Viserys the Three-Headed Dragon.

Chapter 115 Your name
When Barristan left the line to wash his face in front of the sept, several guards saw him and followed him.

Barristan found the General Manager Max Weishui in a small room in the General Manager's office further inside the side room of the hall. This room was originally a storage room, but the sunny side had good light, so it was converted into the office of the Financial Affairs Officer. The duty chief of the Financial Affairs Officer could work here and monitor the trainees in the side room at the same time.

Barristan turned around and saw the guards who had followed him into the side room of the hall looking towards the small room.

When he discovered that the person following him was a guard from the castle's main hall, Barristan suddenly realized that gathering in the sept to wash their faces was probably not for the so-called "prevention of disease."

"General Manager Max, notify the outside—" When Max turned around, Barristan saw Max's friendly smile and paused, "Inform the outside to wash your face before going to the temple to prevent disease."

"Oh, Astan, I'll be there in a moment." The man spoke the voice of General Manager Max in his throat and strolled to the filing shelf in the bookcase, as if busy. "There are several urgent reports to be processed." The man had the same walking posture as General Manager Max.

"It will be our turn in the sanctuary soon. Just rub your face with a basin of water filled with medicine powder, General Manager." Barristan walked slowly towards the pile of miscellaneous items in the office, where the important items of the trainees were piled, and his long hardwood cane was there.

The man's footsteps gave Barristan a sense of déjà vu, but this was definitely not the footsteps of General Manager Max. He already remembered who it was.

The guards outside the door came closer and knocked politely. The leader said in the common language with a not-so-standard pronunciation: "Sacred Hall, gather, wash your face, go."

The man smiled kindly: "I'll be right there, right there."

"You guys, hurry up." The two people in the room did not arouse the guard's suspicion. One was a white-haired old man, and the other was a kind-faced and increasingly familiar official. So he led the team back to the side room, but did not go far, just waiting at the door of the side room.

Barristan had already received his hardwood cane. He suddenly asked enthusiastically, "Master, what do you think of the question I asked you before?"

The man turned to look at him and said, "Astein, I'm busy. We can discuss your matter later."

Barristan squeezed the end of his cane and tightened his grip. "Oh, I understand."

After saying this, Barristan looked at the man in front of him silently, without moving.

The document in the man's hand did not need to be processed at all, because it was a processed document. He stood there in silence. After a long time, he said indifferently: "Interesting old man, sharp and arrogant."

The man slowly put down the document in his hand, walked out of the desk, and walked slowly and lightly towards Barristan step by step. This place happened to be in the blind spot of the guards outside the side room... In a flash, a small knife suddenly appeared in his hand. The blade was as thin as a little finger. The sharp blade flew in his hand, and the sharp blade flashed cold light in the air.

The breeze ruffled the old man's snow-white hair and beard.

There was a sound of breaking wind, and the old man rushed over with the end of his cane, and suddenly attacked, but it turned out to be a feint, and the second blow was the purpose. The old man's cane was so fast that it was unbelievable.

The knife was knocked out of his hand, and his palm was completely deformed by the blow to the hard wood. He was not afraid of the pain, but he could no longer close his fingers.

He wanted to retreat quickly, as swiftly as a civet cat, but it was too late.

The sound of breaking wind came again.

The blow hit him right in the face, and he was unable to dodge, so he took the blow head-on. Blood and a few broken teeth gushed out of his broken mouth.

The old man with white beard pursued the victory, and the next blow was a straight stab. This time the crutch hit him hard in the ribs, making him stagger. If the old man had a sword, he would have been pierced through.

But this only broke a few ribs. He could still hold on and had already put some distance between himself and the enemy.

However, the pursuit has arrived.

He heard the sound of wind. It was his leg. No, it was his other hand. The hard wood was like an iron rod, hitting his arm hard. His elbow seemed to be broken and he had lost all feeling.

The guards finally heard the commotion here, and the heavy footsteps of the armored guards outside were heard. He heard the sound of swords being drawn.

He tried to fight back with his legs, but was greeted with a "crack" sound, and when he fell down, he could see the jagged bones sticking out of his calves.

He collapsed to the ground, blood bubbles coming out of his mouth.

Armored guards rushed into the room. He was grabbed by the strong hands of the guards who rushed in and dragged aside.

Barristan raised his hands and held his cane high: "It was urgent just now. He is an assassin, it must be the Faceless One. I have heard of their face-changing tricks." Before he finished speaking, the guards came up with swords in hand, covering each other. Seeing that the old man did not resist, someone took away his cane, and someone hugged his shoulders. The guards held his hands and prevented him from moving.

Barristan and the assassin he knocked to the ground were taken to the main hall on the second floor. From outside, the hustle and bustle of people queuing up to wash their faces could still be heard. What was happening in the main castle seemed isolated from the world.

Barristan and the assassin disguised as General Manager Max were taken to the front of the main hall, and the throne was empty. After a while, there were dense footsteps coming from a side door outside the main hall.

The first one was Viserys, followed by his sister Daenerys, then the acting city lord Earl Gunther, and then the guards of the King's Guard in full armor.

"Your Majesty, I am very sorry." Barristan wanted to kneel on one knee, but the two guards holding him tightly held his body, not letting him move at all. He could only lower his head and said, "This general manager is disguised, I am afraid he is an assassin with bad intentions."

Barristan caught a glimpse of Lord Gunther frowning beside the king, staring at him for a long moment, as if racking his brains to remember who he was.

He now had a long beard and shoulder-length white hair, so it took some imagination to recognize him.

"Assassin?" Viserys looked at the general steward whose half body was covered in blood and whose hands and feet had broken bones visible to the naked eye. He remembered this man. He was the current rotating officer of the castle's financial affairs officers. He had been a little clever for a small official position. Originally, Viserys planned to train a group of the fastest learners to go to the Iron Bank to see the world and gain experience, but later he only gave them the opportunity to rotate with the local affairs officers in the castle. There was no other way. People who were literate and understood finance were scarce talents at this time. "General steward Max, what do you have to say about this accusation?"

Speaking of which, when Viserys was doing the calculations and investigations, he was not among the suspects, because these castle shifters were here to handle local affairs and were nominally managers of trainees. They were asked to come to the castle in case there were any discrepancies in the accounts. Viserys quickly remembered that it was because Illyrio led the team to the Iron Bank, and the rotation time was brought forward.

The injured remained silent.

Barristan said, "Please be aware of this, your majesty. Some assassins have the ability to change their faces." He saw Lord Gunther frown and say something to Viserys.

Then Barristan heard Lord Gunther ask, "You look familiar, old man, but I can't remember who you are. Alternate Steward Arstan? That's a fake name. Who are you? A white-haired old man with a stick hitting a middle-aged man with a knife - an assassin. You said he couldn't get back his hands, right?"

"Lord Gunther." He nodded to Lord Gunther, and then continued to look at Viserys, "Please forgive my abruptness and presumptuousness, Your Majesty." Barristan tried to kneel on one knee again, but still couldn't. The two guards who were holding him had no intention of letting him go. They were trying hard. He could only say, "I call myself Arstan. In fact, your majesty, I did call myself this name when I was on my way to find you, but it is not my real name. It was my fault to approach you in this way. I beg for your forgiveness."

Viserys was happy to give people a way out: "Tell me your story, and I will decide whether your fault is worth forgiving."

Viserys nodded to the Unsullied guards holding him, and they relaxed a little.

"Thank you for giving me the opportunity to state my faults, Your Majesty." Barristan knelt on one knee, his eyes full of shame and relief. "When I was young, I served as a squire to the future Lord Swann, and later served the Targaryen kings. At the recommendation of the Captain of the Kingsguard, Gerold Hightower, King Jaehaerys II Targaryen wore the white robe for me. After the death of His Majesty Jaehaerys II, I served your father, King Aerys II Targaryen. During the Usurper's Rebellion, the battle at Stonehall was defeated. I and Ser Jonosor Darry regrouped the defeated remnants of the front line and rushed to the Battle of the Trident. During the battle, I failed to protect Prince Rhaegar and was wounded and captured."

"!" As soon as he opened his mouth, Earl Gunther beside Viserys realized who the old man in front of him was and became very excited. But when he saw that the king's face was calm as usual, he held back and said nothing.

Barristan continued: "After the battle, I failed to uphold my oath to die for King Targaryen. Instead, I was pardoned by Robert and served him in the Kingsguard and on the Council, alongside the Kingslayer and other villains. I defiled the white robes as much as they did, and there is no excuse for that. I might still be serving in King's Landing if the evil boy on the Iron Throne had not stripped me of my commission. It is a fact I am ashamed to admit, but it is true. When Joffrey removed the cloak from my shoulders that the White Bull had been tied to my head and sent to kill me that same day, it was as if a mask had suddenly fallen from my eyes. I realized I must seek the true king and die for him. Or perhaps, die as a traitor."

Viserys remained calm and responded simply, "You haven't said your name yet."

"Barristan, your grace," he said. "My name is Barristan Selmy."

"Oh, Barristan Selmy, I know that name," Viserys asked. "You said you were wounded at the Trident. Where were you, then, when Elia Martell was so cruelly murdered, when Princess Rhaenys and Prince Aegon were so brutally murdered?"

Hearing this, Barristan seemed to lose all his confidence: "I was seriously injured at that time. Your Majesty, if I was there, I would never-" He did not insist on defending himself, stopped talking, and only said stiffly and slowly, "This is a mistake I can never beg for forgiveness, Your Majesty. If you want to execute me for treason, I will have no complaints."

"You have such thoughts, which means you are not necessarily a good white robe, but you are still a good knight with honor." Viserys was actually giving him a way out, but he obviously didn't realize it, so Viserys continued to ask, "Barristan Selmy, I treat you as a knight, let me ask you. If you see someone bullying the weak in the future, will you stand up and fight for the weak?"

Barristan straightened his back. "I will, your majesty!"

"If someone massacres innocent people in the future, will you stand up and stop it?"

Barristan straightened his neck. "I will, Your Majesty!"

“If someone does something unjust in the future, will you be able to stand up and uphold justice?”

Barristan straightened his knees. "I will, your grace!"

"Can you guarantee that these answers were given with honesty and honor?"

Barristan nodded solemnly: "I promise, Your Majesty!"

"Tell me your business, then, knight Barristan Selmy. What is your purpose at Dragonstone?"

Barristan replied solemnly: "I must seek the true king and devote all my remaining strength to him. You are the true monarch of Westeros. If you think I am still worthy of bearing the sword, I will always be your loyal knight until the end of my life."

"On How to Inspire a Firmly Faithful Fighter of Medieval Feudalism"

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