Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 336 Viserys's Murderous Intent

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Viserys frowned, hardly believing his ears.

Is the other party either an idiot or treating him like an idiot?
Regardless of the past relationship between Orion and the Targaryen family, or whether there was any history of marriage alliances.

Ancient Valyria has been extinct for over two hundred years!
Even if there were previous marriages, more than two hundred years and more than a dozen generations have passed, and these cousins ​​have moved from Lannister Port to Assassin.

Moreover, you dare to call yourself a descendant of the Dragon King?

Viserys's face underwent a dramatic transformation, first turning blue, then purple, as if he had swallowed a live fly, before finally bursting into a furious laugh:

"The Orion family perished along with ancient Valyria. To this day, the only confirmed dragon king family is the Targaryen. You were born in Corhol. Even if you were blessed by the gods and got a little bit of the blood of a bastard dragon king, you are now mixed with countless other bloodlines, diluted to the level of a snake-lizard in the Yidi Forest."

He was furious.

He, who was usually kind and generous, was so sharp-tongued that he almost pointed his finger at the other person and cursed them.

A hybrid, a mixed-race, a fake dragon that can't even reach a single scale of a real dragon.

No, it doesn't even qualify as a pseudo-dragon.

It can only be a cunning, base, swampy lizard.

No wonder Eamon told him not to believe Mor; he was a despicable and shameless liar.

Viserys grew angrier the more he thought about it, and he clenched his wine glass so tightly that he almost dropped it.

Seeing that he was truly angry, Moore panicked slightly and lowered his head, appearing even more respectful.

He had anticipated the king's anger on the Iron Throne.

During the two and a half months I spent with Eamon, I had already gotten used to his ridicule, cold treatment, and eventual disregard.

"Speak, snake lizard!!"

Viserys gritted his teeth and rebuked him in an interrogative tone.

He had completely forgotten all about diplomatic etiquette.

He could only finish speaking before ordering the Imperial Guards to drag the man out and behead him.

Mo'er was startled and said in a trembling voice, "My bloodline comes from the Orion Dragon King who survived the cataclysm in Kohol."

"From the few words left by our ancestors, we discovered that the Orion family was also a small dragon king family, ranked similarly to the Targaryens, and they did have close ties through marriage and alliances."

I gritted my teeth and persevered; I am related to the Targaryens.

Even if it's far away, it's still there.

"Hehe, that's really good."

Viserys was genuinely amused and then quickly changed his expression, roaring at the door, "White Knight, get in here and seize this filthy, shameless scoundrel!!"

To hell with the imperial council, to hell with diplomatic strategy.

He'll kill this swindler right now, cut off his head, pickle it, stick it on a spear, and hang it on the gate of the Red Fort as a warning.

boom!
Sir Harold burst through the door, drew his longsword with a whoosh, and pressed it against Moore's neck.

"Gulu~~"

Feeling the sharpness and cool breeze on his neck, Moore's pupils suddenly contracted; it would be a lie to say he wasn't afraid.

"Kill him, Harold!"

Enraged, Viserys directly called out the Iron Guard Commander's full name.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Sir Harold's eyes flickered. He had overheard the conversation inside the bedchamber from outside the door. He grabbed Mor's collar with one hand, and just as he was about to strike, he paused for a moment and whispered, "Your Majesty, should we summon Princess Rhaenyra or Prince Imon first?"

The other party has a status and came under the banner of peace.

Most importantly, having eaten the salt and bread bestowed by the king, killing him would be a violation of guest etiquette.

"You... he, his mother*."

Viserys blushed, not from embarrassment, but from a deep red.

Sir Harold frowned, and seeing that the king hadn't forced him, he released Moore from standing beside the king and summoned two Kingsguard to guard the door.

Today's conversation must not be overheard by outsiders.

If you're going to kill, there's no need to rush.

After seeing off the guests, the boat may capsize in the strait, or you can enjoy a cup of the secret-recipe Tears of Ries.

"You traveled all the way to King's Landing just to provoke me and have my head chopped off?"

After a long pause, Viserys suppressed his anger, a cold smile plastered on his face.

Waiting did not quell his murderous intent; instead, it pushed it to its boiling point.

Mor breathed a sigh of relief, touched the back of his neck which was already soaked, and after a moment of relief, quickly said, "I came here for two reasons: first, to establish a friendly alliance with the Iron Throne, and second, to personally see His Majesty and Prince Aemon."

"Oh?"

Viserys snorted and said, "Now you see."

and then?
That's it, because he didn't want to say anything more; he just wanted to kill the other person.

Moore, however, thought differently, and brought up the splendor of Kohol, contrasting it with the magnificent and pristine King's Landing.

This subtly elevates the prestige of King's Landing, while Kohol, a small city with few inhabitants, places itself in a subordinate position.

Viserys wasn't in the mood to listen to his nonsense and waved his hand, saying, "Is that all you have to say? You can go back to the embassy and rest now."

The Embassy, ​​a residence built after the conquest of Dorne to accommodate envoys.

"I wish to present Kohol to His Majesty!"

Unexpectedly, Mor suddenly self-destructed, completely shocking Viserys.

Even the two Imperial Guards who were watching him closely behind him were stunned and looked at him in surprise.

Viserys was stunned for a moment, then opened his mouth and gestured vigorously with his hands.

Please explain.

Seeing an opportunity, Mor quickly recounted how Kohol had once been a colony of ancient Valyria, how he himself had wiped away the blood of Orion, and how he longed to restore Valyria's glory... all sorts of noble and righteous things.

In short, even if my dragon blood isn't pure, my heart is with the Targaryens, or rather, the true Dragon Aspects.

Viserys squinted, scrutinizing the other's expression repeatedly, disbelieving that the other would give it away so easily.

Then, Mohr said, "I have only one condition: Kohol must submit to the Iron Throne, and I hope Prince Aemon will personally oversee the matter."

"impossible!"

Viserys, as if provoked, shouted, "Aemon is my nephew, the most noble prince in all Westeros! You're dreaming!"

"I have only one condition, Your Majesty."

After speaking, Mor bowed deeply and refused to rise. Viserys, seeing this, was no longer angry, but stared at him coldly.

He strongly suspected that the other party was deliberately trying to sow discord between him and his nephew Aemon, or even deliberately courting death to tarnish the reputation of the Iron Throne.

"Your Majesty, could there be another hidden story?"

Sir Harold, a bodyguard to two kings and well-versed in court etiquette, requests to inquire on behalf of the king.

Viserys glanced at him and agreed.

Sir Harold got straight to the point, asking Moore why he insisted on having Eamon oversee Cohol.

As for his reasons for giving up Kohol, there's no need to elaborate.

The yearning for the glory of ancient Valyria is true, but the veneration of the Targaryens is utterly false.

Moore did indeed tell the truth for once.

Describe Imon's appearance; it bears a striking resemblance to the portrait of his ancestor, the dragon king Orion.

And Imon is the most powerful dragon rider of the time, with vast territories under his command, making him worthy of Kohol's service.

It's a mix of seven truths and three lies again.

Sir Harold and Viserys exchanged a glance, both of them simultaneously filled with disdain.

Moore wasn't afraid; he believed he was telling the truth.

Before meeting Imon, he doubted his nephew Beller's claim that Imon bore a striking resemblance to his ancestor, the Dragon King Orion.

When he saw Imon with his own eyes.

It was concluded that the nephew, Prince, was wrong.

It was more than just an 80-90% resemblance; after Aemon washed off the hair dye and regained his silver hair and purple eyes, he looked exactly like the person in the portrait.

If you're nitpicking, the only difference is the hairstyle.

Mor strongly suspects that Aemon Targaryen is the reincarnation of his ancestor, Orion the Dragon King.

Therefore, during the two and a half months they spent together, she tried every means to persuade him to get a trendy hairstyle.

For example... silver-gold short hair that droops down to the ears.

It was precisely during this time that the Iron Throne was stronger than Corhollow, Damon coveted it from the sidelines, Aemon was suspected to be a reincarnation of an ancestor, and longed to reclaim the greatness of the Dragon Kings...

After considering various factors, he abandoned the idea of ​​meeting her once and then trying to escape, or simply dying in King's Landing.

Mohr wanted to offer up the city-state and welcome the rightful Dragon King to Kohol.

If given the chance, a marriage alliance between a family descendant and a Targaryen would be incredibly lucrative.

Whether Orion's blood is pure or not is unknown, but the Targaryen's true dragon bloodline is definitely pure enough.

As far as he knew, the sea serpent Corliss Valerian had already made a prototype.

Going back in the history of the Targaryen family, there are also many instances of daughters marrying out of the family.

As for sacrificing Kohol, it's painful to see him go.

But then again, Kohol was the one he blew the head off the hooded priest and snatched from the temple.

Many nobles and commoners within the city-state did not obey.

According to the traditions of free-trading city-states, he might be poisoned or beheaded within ten or eight years.

The current Aignan-La family lacks the resources to rule a city-state for long.

Unless, Enion-la becomes Orion.

With the Targaryens above and the Dragon King's surname below, securing a powerful position in a royal domain like the Valerian family or the Rogar family of Rhys would be more than enough.

"I will never grant your request."

"Now, you may leave."

Viserys regained his composure. Although he had reservations about the portrait, he showed no mercy to the request of a serpent lizard.

As the king of a nation, and the head of House Targaryen.

He could admit that Kohol truly had an Orion Dragon King, and he could also promise that Mor would receive the greatest reward for surrendering the city.

But what if a lowly serpent lizard falsely claims to have the blood of a true dragon, attempting to steal his beloved nephew and usurp the rightful dragon king's surname?

Then, Viserys could only tell the other party that they were indulging in wishful thinking.

Moore was taken away by two Royal Guards and sent back to the embassy for house arrest.

He also sternly emphasized that no one was allowed to meet with him.

……

"Uncle must be furious."

Imon hid in the dragon's lair, not daring to provoke him at this time.

He had a deep understanding of Moore's quick wit and eloquence.

The dead can be made to appear alive, and the real can be made to appear false.

The words that come out of his mouth are at best 70% true and 30% false; not a single word is purely true.

Anyone who believes him will have their underwear stolen.

That's why I reminded my uncle not to believe anything the other party said.

To avoid getting angry and suspicious, and potentially causing something bad to happen at your age.

Renilla was speechless: "I heard that after Father locked the man up, he pointed at the maids in the Red Keep and berated them over a trivial matter. He would never have done that before."

"Poor maid."

Imon expressed his deepest sympathy.

However, the uncle remained rational and did not kill the person directly.

Without a doubt, Mo'er is a cunning swindler who is spying on the Dragon King family's surname and history.

But his identity is very useful, so we'll keep it for now and use it to win over Kohol.

Kohol was at a disadvantage.

The family could keep Mor in King's Landing for a week, six months, or even ten or twenty years.

It's estimated that in less than ten years, Uncle will step down, and the new generation, including Little Jack, Daren, and Little Egan, will grow up.

At that time, taking down Kohol will be a piece of cake.

(End of this chapter)