Game of Thrones: Viserys the Three-Headed Dragon.

Chapter 169 Ending and Compensation

"Get out of the way."

As they watched, the dragon spread its wings and gently flapped them, gliding down from the high tower to the square in front of the Sea King's Palace. The nobles of Braavos were shocked and retreated, but they did not hear any rumbling sound, only two loud stomping sounds when the dragon landed.

The dignitaries of the Palace of Poseidon were shocked to find that such a huge creature could actually give people the feeling of extremely light movements when taking off and landing.

They watched the giant dragon's head looking at them, as if trying to drive them away, and they all retreated further away, further away from the pile of remnants that was beyond their cognition.

Followed by.

"Suvio!"

Viserys uttered a word in High Valyrian that meant freeze.

Immediately afterwards, the people in front of the Palace of the Sea King of Braavos saw a scene that shocked them so much that they almost screamed out loud.

I saw a ball of white light accumulating in the mouth of the left head of the three-headed dragon, and then a beam of frost ray shot out from the mouth of the left head of the dragon, heading straight towards the pile of residues.

The dragon spewed out frost!
what happened?

How can it be?

But the truth was revealed before them. The frost ray from the left head of the three-headed dragon swallowed up the remnants in an instant.

In a moment, one could see with the naked eye that a ball of white ice had tightly wrapped the pile of residues.

Viserys has now absorbed a little bit of ice magic from the assassin's dagger by forcibly bearing the magic curse. His current ice magic capacity is only four mouthfuls of ice at most.

Viserys wasn't sure if it would work, so he could only hope for the best.

Seeing that the white ice had frozen the pile of residues without causing any strong reaction, Viserys looked at the group of dignitaries he had driven aside.

The group of people watched as the giant dragon turned its head towards them and looked at them with its terrifying eyes. They were trembling with fear and didn't know what to do.

In the end, Viserys held back and did not ask them to send more living people to experiment on him.

Funny enough, the two Faceless Men's bodies wrapped in shrouds that Viserys had left behind when he came to call for punishment were still lying in the square.

"Guriok."

Viserys spoke, as if giving a command to the dragon, and he hooked one of the bodies with a claw on his foot, exerted a little force, and swung the body into the white ice.

The body was like a piece of hard wood, hitting the ice frozen by Viserys's frost rays, sliding into the pit on the ground, motionless. It was not like the reckless guard before, being possessed by the strange cold flame and burning.

Viserys waited for about ten breaths before he continued to throw the second body on it, and saw that the second body was also fine.

He moved closer, stretched out his dragon claws, and dug a hole in the white ice.

His dragon body now had too much fire element, and his dragon claws were carrying heat. The ice ball melted uncontrollably, emitting water vapor and becoming slippery.

But Viserys still picked out the ice ball, and the strange cold magic belonging to the god of cold seemed to be really wrapped in Viserys's ice and did not leak out.

Viserys turned the ice ball upside down and opened his mouth to blast out another frost ray, freezing the back of the ice ball tightly.

The ice ball was huge, but in Viserys's claws, it looked like a strange, jagged, two-headed icicle.

When it was completely frozen in the white ice of Viserys's creation, Viserys put the icicle on the ground and pushed it gently. The ice slid to the open space between the dragon and the Braavos dignitaries and began to make demands. "Lord Tormer, have someone find a tarp to pack this ice for me. I will take care of this thing."

Tormo didn't dare to object, and quickly responded, "Yes, yes, Your Majesty the Dragon King." Then he turned around and ordered, "What are you still standing there for, butler? Didn't you hear His Majesty the Dragon King's request?"

"Yes, Your Majesty the Dragon King. Yes, Your Excellency." The steward was a fat middle-aged man. Upon hearing the voice, he immediately responded with a trembling voice and fled into the Palace of the Sea King.

Tormo asked cautiously, "Your Majesty the Dragon King, is there anything else you need?"

"I have mentioned my needs to His Majesty Sea King Antalion before, but this incident had not happened yet. Now I believe you have already known the dangers of the House of Black and White and the Faceless Man who claims to be a priest of the Thousand-Faced God. Lord Tormo, I wonder how you in Braavos plan to deal with the House of Black and White and the followers of the Thousand-Faced God?"

Tormo gritted his teeth and gave a reply: "Your Majesty, thanks to your coming all the way to help Braavos, we were able to see the true face of this organization and luckily solved the hidden danger that could destroy the city. Otherwise, we don't know how far Braavos's tolerant policy towards religion would have been developed by this evil organization that is related to the White Walkers and has heinous behavior! We will never tolerate it! We must put this vicious, evil, cruel threat that harms the city and hurts others -"

Tormo's words had already come out of his mouth, and he was getting more and more excited when suddenly a calm voice interrupted him: "No, Your Majesty the Dragon King, Your Excellency the Governor." A guard walked out of the crowd, his tone calm but with a hint of sadness, "The Faceless Organization is not like this, this is not the truth."

As soon as the guard opened his mouth, the crowd dispersed.

“Guard! Guard!” Tormo felt a chill rising from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. His voice became distorted and he screamed in panic, “Your Majesty the Dragon King, help me!”

God have mercy on him, Tormo just saw an opportunity and wanted to take advantage of it to secure his position as the next Sea King, but he had no idea that there was a Faceless Man hiding in the crowd!
The other guards were horrified when they saw a faceless man infiltrating their midst, and they all drew their swords.

The crowd instantly surrounded the "guard" who stood up to defend the Faceless Man, and the dignitaries scattered and hid.

But soon, with a cold snort from Viserys, the scene suddenly became quiet.

"again."

Viserys knew that burning a cockroach nest would not kill cockroaches. Knowing this, he came here to reach a balance agreement with the House of Black and White to stop their assassination activities. After all, he didn't know how many followers this organization had, and whether there were other secret temples in private. The Faceless Men's assassination methods were strange and hard to guard against.

Viserys himself is not afraid, but if the other party starts to retaliate indiscriminately and assassinate Viserys's relatives, vassals, military leaders, and government officials, then Viserys will not be able to control the situation.

So Viserys's original plan was to stabilize the House of Black and White first, and then secretly support R'hllor's followers to be hostile, confront, and purge these "poisoners of alien gods." He never thought that he would encounter such a crisis in Braavos.

"Please allow me to defend the god I serve, Your Majesty the Dragon King, Your Excellency the Ruling Lord." The guard took off his helmet calmly, revealing his face. His hair was half black and half white, and he had a pale face. He calmly said, "What happened to Your Majesty the Dragon King was caused by the cultist who disguised himself as the Patriarch. I cannot deny that the current changes came from the House of Black and White. But I have to say that the White Walker was brought back by the cultists from the White Wasteland. Evil forces often hide their dark hearts in gorgeous light. I am sure that the Patriarch of the House of Black and White must have been bewitched by evil forces to do so. The liberation that the believers of the Thousand-Faced God grant to the living is merciful and complete liberation, and it is a gift from the Thousand-Faced God. It is definitely not like now, leaving the recipient's body restless. The Patriarch has betrayed the faith of the Thousand-Faced God. He is no longer a tool of the Thousand-Faced God, but a believer of evil forces. He is not a real nobody!"

When the Faceless Men appeared, Tormer knew that there was no turning back. He firmly stood on Viserys' side: "You want to shirk responsibility with this sentence! The House of Black and White assassinated the Dragon King, raised ghosts, and tried to destroy Braavos. It was all done by the House of Black and White. Now he wants to put all the blame on the dead!"

"Someone is not shifting the blame, Your Excellency. The House of Black and White is willing to take responsibility. But the Thousand-Faced God is by no means as evil as you see him. The Thousand-Faced God is the God of Death, with thousands of incarnations. He listens to the prayers of those who are struggling in pain. He equally grants eternal liberation to everyone. His gift ends all pain and despair for the recipients.

But the evil force that appeared in Braavos today definitely did not come from the Thousand-Faced God. It must be some evil force that obscured the vision of the gods and attempted to slander and discredit the true god that someone served. "

Tormo was speechless: “.”

Not to mention Tormo, even Viserys was speechless.

At this point, the Faceless Man is still thinking about vindicating the god he serves, rather than anything else.

It was as if those things that happened were not as important as the slander of his gods. Tormo was silent for a moment, turned his head and looked in the direction of the dragon, gritted his teeth, and the politician who was likely to succeed the Sea King hardened his heart and shouted: "You said that the House of Black and White is willing to take responsibility, can you represent the House of Black and White? How can you take responsibility? What can you take responsibility for?"

"Someone can represent the House of Black and White. Please let someone introduce you to the organization of servants of the Thousand-Faced God, also known as the Faceless Men. The Faceless Men are all priests of the Church of the Thousand-Faced God. We nameless people are free from worries and serve the Thousand-Faced God wholeheartedly, bringing His gifts to those who have been promised. The Patriarch is just an ordinary Faceless Man who manages the temple on behalf of God and represents the House of Black and White. When a Patriarch dies, the first Faceless Man to hear the news will take over his responsibilities, become the new Patriarch, and continue to serve God devoutly."

Tormo asked: "Even if the succession rules you mentioned are true, how can you guarantee that you are the first person to know that the previous patriarch has died?"

"I have his face." As he spoke, the face of the Faceless Man turned into the original appearance of the previous patriarch, with rotten skin hanging on his face, revealing a yellowed skull and empty eye sockets.

Hissing gasps came from the onlookers.

Tormo, who was facing the other party, could not help but take a few steps back and shouted in shock: "Bloody hell!"

Viserys couldn't help but ask, "How many Faceless Men do you have?"

In an instant, the faceless man's face returned to its original ordinary and calm appearance. "The Thousand-Faced God spreads faith in the world, so those who believe in the Thousand-Faced God can be unknown people. We are a religion that serves the Thousand-Faced God, Your Majesty, just like the Church of the Seven Gods in your territory. Can you calculate how many Seven Gods believers there are in your territory?"

"You have other temples, other houses of black and white?"

"Wherever there is faith in the Thousand-Faced God, there will be the House of Black and White. It is just the name of a temple, just like the Temple of the Seven and the Temple of the Lord of Light in R'hllor. It may be large or small, public or hidden."

I don’t know if it was a lie, but what he meant was that there were countless Faceless Men, or in other words, if they were willing, there would be countless people who could become Faceless Men.

This is undoubtedly a big trouble.

Viserys felt uncomfortable.

When you see a cockroach in the house, you know how Viserys feels. Who knows how many more are lurking?
This kind of thing really has to be left to a professional pest control team.

The ruler of Braavos was even more upset. When Tormer saw Viserys was silent, he continued: "Do you think that after this happened, there are still people who believe in your Thousand-Faced God?"

The Faceless Man replied: "I believe that true worshippers will serve more devoutly after experiencing this incident, and will not allow themselves to be deceived and infected by evil and abandon the faith in the Thousand-Faced God."

"The House of Black and White must give an explanation to Braavos!"

"The House of Black and White in Braavos will be gone from now on. You can do with whatever is in that temple. But the assets of the Faceless Men in the Iron Bank will still belong to the nameless people."

It is really hard to accept that an assassin organization is so high-profile.

But there is such a group of faceless men in this world. Their assassination skills and strange strength are enough to make people regard them as a force that is difficult to eliminate easily.

Even a powerful individual like Viserys had to hold back for the time being. Viserys was already thinking about how to support the R'hllor organization to deal with these people. After all, the fearless cultists had to rely on the fearless cultists to hedge.

This is what is called barefoot and wearing shoes.

"Faceless, you blamed the dead Patriarch for my assassination. So what are your plans as the new Patriarch?"

He replied: "You can drive the dragon to burn someone to death, but you spared someone else. One life for another. Your Majesty the Dragon King, in the name of the Thousand-Faced God, under His witness, all the believers of the Thousand-Faced God in the House of Black and White will never attack you again, nor will they attack your relatives or anyone around you."

"What about the followers of other gods in the House of Black and White? What about the followers who are not members of the House of Black and White? What about the non-believers who know the skills of the Faceless Men? How do we calculate them?"

The Faceless Man frowned, and he was obviously confused by Viserys' words. As if he just realized that there was a loophole in his previous words, he changed his words: "Please let someone solemnly promise you on behalf of the House of Black and White that all believers trained by the Faceless Men and non-believers who know the Faceless Men's skills will never attack you and your loved ones again. If there is a violation, even if the House of Black and White did not expect it, if the person is lucky enough not to be killed by your dragon flame, the Nameless Man will definitely punish him severely. This oath is witnessed by the Thousand-Faced God. It is more sacred than the guest rights and the sacred oath. Even the gods cannot break the oath that someone made on behalf of the Nameless Man today. If the gods require the Nameless Man to break this oath, then the Nameless Man will sacrifice his own life on the creed of 'one life for another'."

"Then I also need to know who hired me."

Even if Viserys was not satisfied with the result, he should stop for now since the other party had lowered their posture. Negotiations were always like this. Viserys did not dare to believe their oaths, but he could not guarantee that he could kill all the cockroaches in one go. In the face of this deep-rooted and strange force, he still had to support an organization specifically to deal with them.

"Your Majesty, please respect the teachings of the Thousand-Faced God. The Nameless Ones never reveal the names of devotees to outsiders."

"Well, yes, I can respect your teachings. But you have to pay me twenty times the price of the offering. Ten times is the compensation for the two assassinations, and the other ten times is the compensation for keeping the devotee's secret."

"This, Your Majesty the Dragon King. 'One life for one life', the casualties caused by the two assassinations, the nameless person is willing to give you an equal reward -"

"No! Such insidious, shameless and disgusting behavior, it is painful enough for me to tell you this here, and you still want me to join you in doing such despicable things? There are many people in this world who are willing to walk the bright road and have honor in their hearts, and are unwilling to associate with shady assassins like you. I want compensation. Tell me, if it is true as you said, the Thousand-Faced God is still waiting for you to swear, and should not have left yet, tell me, do you agree to pay twenty times the compensation?"

"Twenty times. Your Majesty the Dragon King, you are making it impossible for someone to make a choice. You are forcing someone to become your enemy completely."

"So how much did your devotees pay? It wouldn't go against your teachings to answer that, would it?"

"." The Faceless Man was silent for a long time, then his face turned bitter. "A dragon egg, Your Majesty. The devotee offered a dragon egg to God."

"Then I want the dragon egg, and half of what you have stored in the Iron Bank. Whatever you have stored, you have to give me half."

"Nobody can compensate you with two dragon eggs and enough money to return the Iron Bank to the Iron Throne."

Viserys was curious: "Lord Tormer, how much does the Iron Throne owe the Iron Bank?"

"This" Tormo looked at a key keeper, "You answer it."

"Including principal and interest, it should be 7 million gold dragons, Your Majesty the Dragon King." The key holder was trembling with fear. "When we last checked the payment and discussed the principal and interest, they said that the number 'seven' is a lucky number in your country."

Viserys said, "What business is it of mine to borrow money from the Iron Throne? Two dragon eggs. I like round numbers, too. Ten million gold dragons."

"." When the spoon-keeper heard the first half of the sentence, his eyes widened, but he did not dare to refute.

The Faceless Man paused and replied calmly, "The Nameless Man is pleased to have reached an agreement with you, Your Majesty the Dragon King. Lord Tormo, please witness for us to have the Keykeeper draft a transfer contract for the large amount of deposits between the House of Black and White and Your Majesty the Dragon King."

Viserys couldn't read the other party's expression, and couldn't guess whether the other party agreed to this or not. But seeing how eager the other party was to sign the contract, perhaps it was too little.
Viserys couldn't help but think. These assassins are really rich. They do business without capital and don't even take commissions. They deposit the money into the Iron Bank. God knows how much money they have accumulated over the past few hundred years. If there were no huge hidden dangers, I believe Viserys would not be the only one who wanted to take this opportunity to kill them directly-

Thinking of this, Viserys set his sights on the acting ruler of Braavos and said, "Lord Tormer, I haven't even calculated the compensation you have to pay me for tolerating the assassin organization. And I helped Braavos resolve a major crisis this time. Targaryen and Braavos, we need more cooperation in the future!"

The next areas that need to be negotiated are the House of Black and White and Braavos.

Viserys looked deeply at the Faceless Men. He did not forget that these people were "poisoned by the strange gods" after all.

"Oh, Lord Tormer," Viserys said, "I must tell you something. There are at least tens of thousands of well-preserved corpses in the underground space of the House of Black and White in Braavos. Although the little White Walker that controlled the corpses has been destroyed and the nearly one thousand resurrected corpses that have emerged have subsided, I think you still have to pay attention to it. After all, it is already autumn and winter is coming. Maybe one day those tens of thousands of dead people will crawl up, don't you think so?"

"Ah?" the nobles of Braavos cried out in unison.

(End of this chapter)