Game of Thrones: Viserys the Three-Headed Dragon.

Chapter 53: Tyrosh Lord

When Captain Grolai's supply of Myrish goods gradually narrowed, he began to buy large quantities of Tyroshi local specialty goods to load onto ships and prepare supplies for maritime consumption.

The visiting card sent to the Lord of Tyrosh, which seemed to have fallen on deaf ears, finally received a response.

A servant from Lord Tyrosh's palace sent an invitation to Viserys, who was staying at the inn, inviting him and Daenerys to attend the dinner at Lord Tyrosh's palace today.

In fact, there are banquets every night in the house of the Tyrosh Lord. After all, there is a lack of entertainment at night in this era. There is nothing to do except for the guests at the banquet. This kind of dinner party that continues year after year can show power and wealth. The rulers of the Free Trade Cities all choose this way to show their power to the world.

That night, Viserys was still one of the four people who went out on foot to the mansion of the Lord of Tyrosh, and the souvenirs they brought were just randomly selected dragon bone ornaments.

When they reached the door, the guard at the door checked Viserys' invitation and then looked at the four of them carefully.

I thought Jorah and Butch would be stopped at the door, but the guard just said, "Please give me your weapons and your guards' weapons for safekeeping. Guests, weapons are not allowed in the banquet hall."

Viserys had not brought his sword to the feast, but the guard's eyes roamed over him, lingering a little on his trousered legs.

"As we shall." Viserys took the lead, took out the dagger hidden in his trouser leg and handed it to the guard.

Jorah and Butch followed to deliver the weapons.

Then a eunuch with a slick voice came over to usher him in: "Please follow me, my guest."

They entered the mansion. The outer hall and garden were bustling with activity. There were already many guests eating, drinking and having fun. The long tables were filled with food and drinks, and there were jesters and actors performing.

But the eunuch still led them forward, and they were led into the reception room, which was brightly lit, with oil burning in lanterns on all four walls, and colored mosaics depicting colorful historical scenes. In the hall, dignitaries wearing all kinds of strange and gorgeous clothes and with beards and hair of various colors were toasting and drinking.

Under the archway with two carved stone leaves, the usher stopped at the door of the reception room and then called out the names of the kings: "Viserys III of House Targaryen," the eunuch called in his high, sweet voice, "King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Ruler of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm. His sister is Daenerys Stormborn, Princess of Dragonstone."

After the eunuch called out the names, he bent down and bowed, inviting them in.

The reception room suddenly became quiet, and many people looked towards the door. Viserys felt his scalp tingling.

Viserys put on a polite smile, then took Daenerys's hand and slowly walked into the reception room. At this time, the noisy laughter in the reception room resumed.

Viserys, like a normal visitor would do, took Daenerys to what was obviously the main seat in the hall, intending to pay a polite greeting to the host of the banquet and explain his purpose.

But when they got closer, they found that there was a half-grown child playing and playing in the seat next to the main seat, and the main seat was empty.

Viserys stepped forward and asked the half-grown boy, "Hello, where is the Lord?"

The child ignored him and continued playing with the two toys.

Viserys was not angry. He bowed slightly to the empty seat and took Daenerys away.

No one cares about him.

After Dany and I had two drinks and some snacks at the large table in the living room, Viserys took her to a corner with fewer people. Jorah and Butch followed in silence. Jorah saw that other nobles also brought guards, and those guards were standing quietly by the side.

They occupied a corner in the banquet hall, and for a while no one in the hall came up to try to communicate.

They sat quietly for a while, then a burst of cheerful music came from outside the door, instantly attracting everyone's attention. Viserys and Dany also looked over, and it turned out to be a group of musicians playing musical instruments. Many people in the hall came over to watch the fun.

Viserys and Dany looked in the same direction.

Dany was watching a juggler among the players. He was doing a fire trick, breathing fire and using a flame to set his arms alight, which had been greased with some kind of oil so that it looked as if both of his hands were on fire.

Viserys was looking at a red-robed monk, skin black as pitch, about seven feet tall, with a belly rounded like a cobblestone, a face covered in tangled, bone-white hair and a lion's hair, tattooed with a pattern of red flames across his cheeks and forehead.

The red-robed monk seemed fascinated by the actor's magic.

"King." At this time, a voice sounded beside him.

Viserys turned to see a tall, gilded guard wearing an ornate, gold-rimmed helmet speaking to him.

The guard was really tall, half a head taller than Jorah. When he saw Viserys looking at him, a voice came from his helmet again: "I am looking for the king. The Lord wants to see the king."

Viserys took no time to return to the guard.

He turned his head. Dany was looking at him nervously. Jorah was also looking at him seriously. Butch was looking at the guard.

"Only the king?" Viserys asked.

"Yes." said the guard.

Viserys turned his head and looked at the crowd at the door. The red monk had disappeared.

Viserys paused, then said to Dany, "Wait for me here, don't join in the fun." Then he gave orders to Jorah and Butch, "Protect Dany." Finally, he smiled and added to Dany, "Remember the agreement at the Myr banquet, Dany, you must do it."

Dani wanted to say something, but when she heard this, she replied, "Yes."

As soon as Viserys stood up, the guard turned and took a step forward.

When Viserys followed him into the side door of the reception room, he couldn't help but look at the door again. He still couldn't see the red-robed monk. He felt vaguely uneasy, but he still followed the guards out of the reception room and into the inner courtyard.

In a magnificent study, Viserys met the Lord of Tyrosh.

He looked quite old, with a fat and large figure. His hair was white, his beard was dyed blond, and sprinkled with glittering powder. He sat in a sedan chair inlaid with gorgeous jewels. The usher guard walked to his side and lifted him up with another tall guard, and finally put him behind the bright reception table. Viserys couldn't help but pay attention to the third guard of the Lord. The guard was much shorter than the other two tall guards. He didn't help but help to move the Lord of Tyrosh, but just guarded him. His whole body was hidden behind the gorgeous gold-plated armor, and only a pair of black eyes appeared in the gap of the helmet.

"I heard," the Tyrosh lord began, speaking with a haughty tone, "that you were looking for money in Myr. Why don't you lend money in Tyrosh? Have you raised enough money? Or do you look down on the merchants of Tyrosh?"

"Myr's governor has seen me, and he has shown his attitude, and the attitude of Myr's governor is the attitude of Myr," Viserys answered. "You would not see me before, Lord. I have no way of knowing the attitude of this city of Tyrosh toward me."

"Interesting," he said. "You mistake the Free Cities for Westeros. We are free cities, and the merchants of the city-states have the right to decide their own attitudes."

"Oh, I see." Viserys made an exaggerated expression of sudden enlightenment. "Thank you for your guidance. Otherwise, I would have been kept in the dark."

"." The Lord of Tyrosh narrowed his eyes and looked over, "So, you don't plan to borrow money from Tyrosh?"

"Of course I do," Viserys asked. "Will you lend it to me?"

"It depends on your answer, what are you going to do with the money?"

"Restore my kingdom," Viserys said. "I thought the world knew what I was thinking."

"Ha. Haha." The Tyrosh Lord laughed. "How much money do you expect to borrow with this excuse?"

"I can always borrow 100,000 or 80,000 yuan."

"A hundred or eighty thousand is enough for you to restore your country?"

"Not enough, of course, but let me try," Viserys said. "I need the army."

"You're planning on hiring mercenaries?"

"No, the mercenary group only works for the employer who offers the highest price. One hundred thousand or eighty thousand may be a lot, but it is not enough for them to work for me."

"You plan to build your own army?"

"." Viserys realized that the Lord of Tyrosh seemed to really intend to lend him money. "Yes and no."

The Lord of Tyrosh said nothing, waiting for Viserys to speak.

"I don't know if I have the talent to lead an army, I need to try." Viserys said, "I plan to use this money to buy a group of Unsullied to verify whether I have the talent to lead an army. If I do, I will make more money with these Unsullied who can guarantee their loyalty, repay the previous loans as quickly as possible, and then borrow more money. With the loyal Unsullied Legion as the skeleton, I will try to establish a mercenary group loyal to me. Restoring the country requires an army, but not that many. I only need a loyal guard that is enough for me to land in Westeros and gain a foothold. I can use it to summon the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms who are dissatisfied with the usurper to fight with me."

"What if you have no talent for leading troops?"

"Then I will try to find and train commanders who can fight loyally for me, command armies for me, and do those things."

"What makes you think there are still nobles in the Seven Kingdoms who will fight for you?"

"Because the usurper has never truly become the king of the Seven Kingdoms, including my father, my grandfather, and my great-grandfather. They have never been the real king of the Seven Kingdoms." Viserys said shamelessly, "Because dragons became extinct a hundred years ago. The same is true for me. I don't need to be a real king. I just need to replicate what the usurper did to the Targaryen dynasty."

There was a brief silence in the room.

Lord Tyrosh waits for Viserys's final words.

Viserys smiled but said nothing.

"Interesting idea," the Tyrosh prince said. "Did the Spice Master of Pentos teach you that?"

"He listened to what I said and agreed to take me on a tour of the Free Cities in his ship and support me, to see how much money I could borrow."

The Tyrosh Lord smiled. "Don't you have knights from the Seven Kingdoms under your command? Why are you still looking for a loyal commander? Is he not talented enough?"

"He may have the talent," Viserys said, "but his loyalty is limited to the trivial tasks I send him on."

The Tyrosh prince asked curiously, "If you don't trust him, why do you keep him with you?"

"Because I am a beggar king with nothing," Viserys said, "and he is willing to do what I need him to do."

"Since there is no loyal and trustworthy person around you, even if someone agrees to lend you money, how can you guarantee that you can control the money?"

"In a team, some people want to go east, some want to go west. Balance them, let them go east and west, and then quietly turn north. This is what I am doing now."

"You say you're dancing on the edge of a knife?" said the Tyrosh Overlord.

There was a hint of fanaticism in Viserys' eyes. "At least I haven't been hurt by the knife so far, right?"

Lord Tyrosh looked at me with a playful attitude: "Some people say that when every Targaryen is born, the gods will flip a coin and choose the great or crazy side. Do you think you are great or crazy?"

"I consider myself sane," Viserys said, "neither great nor mad."

"Reason. Hahaha." The Tyrosh Lord seemed to be amused, and his fat body shook with laughter. He laughed for a while, and then the laughter died down, and asked again, "Can you endure humiliation?"

"Have you ever heard of the 'Beggar King, Lord?" Viserys said. "That is the name I have earned over the years in the Free Cities. Is there anything more humiliating than that?"

"You are very interesting." The Lord of Tyrosh picked up a lemon from the fruit bowl on the table and tossed it to Viserys. "Would you like a lemon?"

(End of this chapter)