Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon.

Chapter 366 Brotherhood

As Daemon left, the room, decorated with tiles from the East, tapestries from Lys, and fabrics from Tyrosh, suddenly became lively again.

"Does His Highness Daemon really have no ambition at all? Or is he hiding it? Hiding it so well?" Sir Penrose paced back and forth in the room anxiously. He was not familiar with Daemon, but only knew about the bravery and ability of this "prince" from his illegitimate brother and second brother who were pioneering in the conquered lands of the family.

"If it were you, would you take such a big risk to show your ambition?" Dasilis' tone was not good. "The old madman Earl Marewies is on guard against us like a traitor every day. Aegor is even forbidden to leave King's Landing. Believe it or not, if the kid on the Iron Throne was not relatively mild, as long as Daemon showed a little ambition, even if you two didn't knock on our door in the name of participating in the Harrenhal Tournament, do you believe that in two days, the knights with the banner of the Horn of Plenty will come with an army to chop off our heads?"

The two knights were speechless for a moment.

Desiris stood up with his arms folded. He also had a headache. Under close surveillance in the past few years, they could do almost nothing. They could only rely on Quentin Pol, who also held an official position in Daeron's court, to communicate with all parties and carefully pretend to be normal to communicate with their former allies and nobles who were dissatisfied with the status quo.

These are things that only local nobles like Quentin can do.

"Brotherhood, Lord Desilis, we have another way." Sir Stokeworth smiled crazily. It was obvious that this plan had been brewing in his mind for a long time, even devouring his sanity, causing him to mention that word at this time.

Assassin, there is nothing more effective than an assassin to deal with the Dragon King when he is not on the dragon's back.

Unfortunately, no assassin organization is willing to take on the job of assassinating the silver dragon. It is even said that there is a Faceless Man beside Ringol who is protecting the prince's safety. As for the Faceless Man, it is said that he was purged decades ago for assassinating Valarr, and is still regarded as a taboo in Qarth, which fears the power of the silver dragon.

But King's Landing is different.

Since the day when Aegon the Conqueror established King's Landing on the high ground of Blackwater Bay, the earliest people who followed the Conqueror have proudly gathered together to form a group of King's Landing citizens who are loyal to the Targaryen family today. They can seek justice from the monarch for their own interests, either reasonably or violently - provided that the Iron Throne is still in the hands of the Targaryens. They can also sacrifice their lives for the safety of the Targaryens.

This group of citizens included wealthy merchants, weapon-making craftsmen, and the poor from Flea Bottom. Now these people were divided into two factions. Most of them were satisfied with the current situation because Daeron II had indeed made King's Landing prosperous again and made this long winter less difficult.

But there is still a small group of people, the petty nobles marginalized by the court, the landlords and merchants whose lands were bought by outsiders in King's Landing and whose businesses were suppressed, and the artisans who were squeezed out of work by the better quality and cheaper handicrafts from the conquered and frontier areas.

They gathered together in secret, and the core members called themselves the "Brotherhood", and they enjoyed attacking nobles and courtiers from the Borderlands, the Western Riverlands, the North, the Conquests, and the Riverlands.

Lingol’s organization has carried out several clean-up operations, but has never been able to eradicate these “cancers”.

Just as the outside world commented, Ringol was a benevolent tyrant. He advocated law and was ruthless. In his eyes, there was no difference between nobles and commoners. He would punish anyone who committed a crime. If you don't want to be eaten by that huge beast, you must obey the laws of the kingdom. Under his guidance, the Minister of Justice, Earl Tully, made the entire King's Landing well organized. Even the prostitutes in the brothel had to satisfy their desires at the prescribed time and in the prescribed way.

Some people even privately called Lord Tully "the Lord of the Brothels" or "the Protector of Whores." They didn't dare to slander Ringol, so they let his followers bear the brunt of the rumors - but unfortunately, Lord Tully didn't care.

I can only say that he is worthy of being a hunter who has danced with the silver dragon.

This harshness made these people increasingly dissatisfied, and also made citizens who were unwilling to obey orders and accept constraints dissatisfied. As a result, this group of people had been stubbornly growing in this huge city, and Lingol was too lazy to pay attention to them unless they violated the law.

"madness!"

Quentin Bol said coldly: "Has your brain been eaten by rats in the flea ditch, sir? Do you think Prince Longzel left nothing for Prince Ringol? Or are you questioning the ability of the Faceless Man? Do you think no one has thought of assassinating the prince?"

Sir Fireball glanced at the two not-so-young knights. If he guessed correctly, Sir Ponros could even be considered a veteran on the battlefield. How could he still be so naive? "Someone tried to assassinate the prince with a crossbow before, but the fire burning in his body burned him to charcoal before he could even shoot the arrow. Someone tried to bribe a rat catcher to sneak into the Red Castle, but that day, the rat catcher was found to have been bitten to death by rats in the tunnel of the Red Castle. When the guy who bribed the rat catcher was found, he had already become a ghost under a runaway carriage."

Quentin Boll had an expression that said, "How can I possibly work together on something big with a bunch of insects like you who don't even check the intelligence in advance?"

But Lord Stokeworth saw it differently.

He leaned over and told them his plan in a soft voice.

"That way, we can get out of this whole thing."

The local tyrant of the royal territory said so.

Desiree and Quentin Boll looked at each other. They saw surprise, doubt - and a hint of incredible fear in each other's eyes.

Dragon's Nest City.

Igor looked at his nephew and niece who were chasing and playing in front of him, somewhat at a loss.

"My dear sister, you...what...do...you...to...me?"

"It was all planned at the beginning. Why, you don't want to admit it now?" Daenerys looked at her brother jokingly as he rarely showed a helpless expression, as if he had wanted to do this for a long time.

"Mom, uncle, and sister bullied me!"

Young Jonnell couldn't catch up with his nimble sister, so he came to his mother and uncle with a sad face.

"Alright, alright. If you can't beat them, go find mother and uncle. You can't afford to lose, Joniel, you can't afford to lose!" Maggie smiled and ran over to comfort her brother. She took his hand and put it on herself: "Look, my silly brother, didn't you touch it?"

Jonnell squatted on the ground with a look of grievance.

"I can't beat my sister, how embarrassing."

Igor, who was standing by, smiled bitterly: "At least not recently."

Daenerys smiled and tapped her brother's forehead:

"Of course not, at least until Maggie's menarche comes."

(End of this chapter)