Game of Thrones: Viserys the Three-Headed Dragon.

Chapter 28 Jorah Mormont

". Khal Drogo's largest khalasar tribe has more than 40,000 warriors under its command."

Illyrio's voice was getting closer and farther away. When it reached the guest room on the garden, one had to hold one's breath to hear it clearly. "Don't worry, ambassador. I have clear news. His Khalasar tribe is now near Dagger Lake in the Golden Fields. They are heading north along the Rhoyne River. It won't be long before they are near Pentos. When the banquet is held in his palace, I will definitely create an opportunity for you."

The fat governor's guest laughed with satisfaction: "Haha, the title of 'Shrewd Governor Illyrio' is well-deserved. But I don't understand when the governor became interested in the route from Tyrosh to Dorne?"

The noises in the garden were coming closer.

"Haha, more routes, land and sea, it's never a bad thing." Illyrio smiled slyly, "What do you think, ambassador?"

"Haha, that makes sense. If I had the business acumen of the Governor, I wouldn't be doing such a thankless job as an envoy for my brother."

"Your Excellency is joking."

The two people in the garden seemed to have already agreed on something, and now they were just exchanging routine greetings and joking.

By the time the maids had cleared the dining table in Dany's room and left, the conversation downstairs had shifted from business to the armored mercenary who was dressed out of place with everyone else.

Illyrio started the conversation. "Mr. Envoy, the guard behind you is a knight, right?"

The word "knight" even caught Daenerys's attention. She quietly stood up from her seat, tiptoed behind her brother Viserys, who was standing at the window looking down at the garden, and leaned her head to look down.

"It's the real deal," the green-bearded Tyroshi envoy chuckled, "a knight anointed with the seven sacred oils by the High Septon himself. Ser Jorah, come forward and speak to the Governor. Perhaps your next hired job will be found."

Dany saw the "knight" in the garden. He was a strong middle-aged man, about forty years old, with thinning hair and dark skin. He wore mail and leather, and a dark green coat with a black bear standing on two feet. Dany had heard from Viserys that this kind of dress usually meant that this was a knight with a fiefdom, just like Ser Darry's brown coat with a black farmer embroidered on it. The black bear standing on two feet on a green background should be his family emblem, but this was a family emblem that Dany had never heard of.

At this moment Dany glanced up at her brother's expression and found that he had no expression on his face.

The knight in the garden spoke. His voice was thick and serious. "The sellsword Jorah Mormont sends his regards, Lord Magister."

Illyrio asked with great interest, "Ser Jorah Mormont, how did a knight anointed with holy oil leave Westeros and come to Essos across the narrow sea to be a mercenary?"

Jorah's tone was calm and serious. "I am no longer a knight. This is not a glorious past worth talking about. I did something shameful, lost my honor, and was exiled here."

"It was a minor matter," the green-bearded Tyroshi envoy said for the sellsword. "The Usurper has ordered his head. He sold a few poachers he caught on his own land to our slave traders instead of handing them over to the Night's Watch. It's a ridiculous law. Everyone should have the right to dispose of his own property."

"It's all for money. What I did violated the laws of the Seven Kingdoms. It's not honorable." Jorah said this with an inexplicably sad tone, as if there was something else going on. Soon, he regained his thick voice, his face serious and calm, "I am just a hedge knight trying to make a living. Lord Governor, after completing the contract with the envoy, if you have anything to hire me for, you can speak up."

Ser Jorah was not afraid to lower his posture in his words, but this, combined with the solemn face of a northerner, made him sound convincingly sincere, and there was a natural feeling that this man was trustworthy and would keep his promises.

"You were a lord, then," Illyrio said. "You are well acquainted with the affairs of the Seven Kingdoms?"

"I am from the North of Westeros, Lord Magister," Jorah answered. "If you wish to ask me about the North, perhaps I can answer you to your satisfaction. I also have some personal knowledge of the Iron Islands and the Westerlands. As for the rest of the Seven Kingdoms, I only know them from my family's education. For example, I don't know as much about many things in Dorne as the envoy does."

Jorah's words seemed modest, but in fact they were confident. Tyrosh bordered Dorne, and trade routes were endless, so he dared to say that he knew about the same things as the envoy of the Tyrosh Lord.

The people in the garden were moving, and soon they passed under the window of Dany's room.

Viserys turned his head to look at Dany, and found that she was also eavesdropping with relish. He had a plan. He pulled Dany up and said eagerly: "Go to my side."

They walked quickly out of Dany's room and into Viserys's room.

Outside, Illyrio said, "This is what happened. I went to King's Landing to do business a while ago. I happened to run into the tournament on the nameday of Crown Prince Joffrey, but unfortunately I didn't have time to wait until the end of the tournament and left. At that time, many merchants were betting against each other, but unfortunately I didn't know much about the famous knights of the Seven Kingdoms, so I just bet on Thoros, the red monk of Myr. Now the tournament has ended, but the news of the result has not yet reached Pentos. Do you think I have a chance of winning this bet?"

Outside, Jorah said, "I wonder if the Governor is betting on a joust or a team joust?"

Viserys's room was empty now. The servants who had carried the dragon bone box for him had left, leaving only the box containing the dragon bone gift in a corner of the room.

Viserys led Dany into the room, and as if he was anxious to listen to the conversation outside, he didn't even close the door, leaving it wide open. He asked Daenerys to sit down by the window, and walked to the table where the wine was placed, turning over the wine glass.

Dany noticed something was wrong with her brother. She turned her attention away from the garden outside the window and looked at her brother in confusion.

The wine table in Viserys's room was between the door and the wall on the other side of Dany's room. When Dany looked at her brother, Viserys was carefully placing the empty wine glass in a corner of the door, and then he stood there staring at the half-empty glass.

Outside, Illyrio was saying, "Does this make any difference?"

Outside, Jorah replied, "I know the red monk Thoros you mentioned. His flaming sword, which burns with wildfire, makes him famous among the hedge knights of the Seven Kingdoms. His flaming sword can be used to scare the opponent's horse. With this skill, he often wins the championship of the team tournament in the Seven Kingdoms. But in a spear duel, his flaming sword cannot be used."

Illyrio's annoyed voice came in: "Oh, I really should have met you sooner."

The Tyroshi envoy's voice came in jokingly: "It seems that your bet cannot be recovered, Magister Illyrio."

Dany no longer had the heart to listen to the conversation outside. She looked at Viserys with bated breath, realizing what he was doing.

At one point, Dany saw Viserys narrow his eyes, and after a few breaths, Dany saw the expression on her brother's face change.

After a while, Dany saw her brother reaching for the wine glass at the door. He returned to the table and poured the glass as if nothing had happened.

The footsteps were getting closer outside the door. Dany looked up and saw the door where the maid Ani appeared.

She seemed to be heading somewhere.

"Oh~" Viserys held the wine glass, pulled the corner of his mouth and looked very clever. He uttered an ouch and ordered the maid, "You came at the right time. By the way, please clean the floor of my room."

The maid heard the order and bowed her head, "Yes, distinguished guest."

Viserys said nothing more, he hurried to the window with his wine jug and wine glass, and continued to eavesdrop on the conversation outside with Dany with great interest.

Outside, Illyrio asked, "Ser Jorah, who do you think will win the joust?"

"I have heard snippets of this joust from the sailors on the merchant ships that pass by the docks, but I do not know the full story, or who was involved," Jorah answered. "But I heard the name of Jaime Lannister, and I think he might be the one."

"How to say?"

"To be honest, Governor, I once fought him in a tournament, and I have been impressed by him ever since."

".Have you ever fought him?"

"Yes. That was a long time ago."

The sounds in the garden gradually faded away, and I had to hold my breath to listen.

Dany had no intention of listening to the conversation outside, but then Viserys asked her: "What do you think of him?"

The sounds outside could no longer be heard.

"Who?" Dany asked subconsciously.

At the door, the maid came and went quickly, she had already returned with the cleaning tools. No one paid any attention to her, so she began to clean quietly.

Viserys said, "Who else but the Knight down below, of course."

Dany's mind returned to the topic. She heard the sense of honor in the knight's words that he denied. It reminded her of Ser William Darry.

But now that Viserys asked, she wasn't sure.

"He's a knight, isn't he?" Dany asked vaguely.

Wesley's answer was vague: "The exiled knight."

(End of this chapter)