Game of Thrones: Summoning the Fourth Calamity

In Godwood, Lord Stark, polishing his sword "Ice," learns from his wife Catelyn the news of the death of his foster father, Jon Arryn, the Hand of the King.

This was undoubtedly a devastating blow to Ed.

"The letter also says that the King is on his way to Winterfell to discuss state affairs with you," Catelyn continued after helping her husband recover slightly from the shock of the bad news.

Discussing national affairs together?

The Duke gave a wry smile; he probably already knew the purpose of the other party's visit.

Not long ago he was still thinking about the "wild men" beyond the Great Wall, but now it seems that things will be delayed for a long time again.

Who knows what kind of monster this will become? The Duke gazed leisurely northward; winter was coming, and the savages would surely migrate south...

"Damn it! They've already been given official positions, while we're still stuck here with our mercenary titles, playing a childish game of chase with these mountain bandits!"

The Goose Hills of Essos.

The four guilds, having just finished a fierce battle, were resting in the camp of an unknown brotherhood.

The player's sister-in-law's left hand was cut off by the bandits in the previous battle, but that didn't stop her from sitting next to the four guild leaders and complaining non-stop.

"Speaking of which, all those governors of Pentos have been killed, so who will pay our commission in the end?" Zhao Xiaotian, a newcomer to the allied forces, asked this question for his brothers while wiping the sword resting on his lap.

"Of course it's our King, who else could it be?" Pineapple Lover said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Haha, if His Majesty doesn't give it to him, let's let him experience the treatment of the military governor of Weibo in the late Tang Dynasty," Xian Dan joked, sitting next to Zhao Xiaotian.

Because the game has a medieval setting with a touch of fantasy, he's been spending all his time reading books these days whenever he's not online. He's read a lot of history, myths and legends from all over the world, both ancient and modern.

At this moment, I can quote ancient allusions with ease.

Storm and Wind didn't care about the gold coins or anything like that; they were only after the rewards for completing the mission.

"Those bastards are back!" one of the lookouts exclaimed.

The players, who had just sat down and hadn't even warmed their backsides yet, cursed angrily, picked up their weapons, and got up to prepare for battle.

Outside the camp, a group of outlaws dressed no differently from mountain folk and savages were brandishing a jumble of weapons and trying to retake their camp.

"A bunch of bastards!" Storm stood up and spat out a mouthful of blood, glaring at the group of half-bandits and half-civilians, who were of some kind of Anda people, and gripped his longsword tightly.

"Prepare for battle!" Fengyun shouted.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

The courtyard of Illyrio, now a temporary residence of King Viserys III.

Inside the pavilion in the garden.

Ser Jorah, as always, faithfully stood behind His Majesty the King.

Quietly watching the captain, who stood respectfully before His Majesty, bringing his own three armed merchant ships, who had come to pledge allegiance to His Majesty and seek a position.

Grole, captain of the merchant ship Seydoux, is an old captain and veteran sailor with more than ten years of rich sailing experience in Pentos.

According to him, he had also transported spices and mead to the other side of the Channel for the governor of Illyrio, who had been executed by His Majesty the King.

Captain Groley, who was indulging in a life of debauchery in the brothels of Pentos and preparing to spend all his gold coins before setting sail again, learned that His Majesty Viserys had led his troops to kill the prince and governor and take control of Pentos.

He promptly came to pledge allegiance, offering the ship Sédulie, and jokingly asked the ship José for a position.

"In the name of King Viserys III of House Targaryen, I accept your loyalty and appoint you as the Vice-Commander of the Royal Navy. Your three ships will be added to the Royal Navy's order of battle."

Viserys held the naval commander before him in high esteem, especially since the man had brought three warships with him.

He's definitely much better than that traitor Pan Beier.

"Thank you for your trust, Your Majesty," Groley said, satisfied with his position as Vice Admiral of the Navy. Before even taking office, the Vice Admiral spoke again, expressing his gratitude.

"Your Majesty, I have another gift I would like to give you."

Viserys, seeing this, said:

"Then thank you for your generosity, my esteemed naval commander."

Groley nodded with his hand on his chest, then waved to his men standing outside the pavilion, signaling them to bring the gifts up.

Upon receiving the signal, the sailor immediately picked up the box at his feet, bowed his head, walked into the pavilion, placed the box in front of the king, and then hurriedly retreated.

Groley approached the box, opened it himself, and showed the king the gifts inside.

Dragon egg!

Viserys' pupils contracted when he saw what was inside the box; there were three dragon eggs lying quietly in the sand.

"Your Majesty, these are dragon eggs from the Shadowlands east of Assassin," Groley introduced to the king.

"Of course, although they are still beautiful, they are just fossils, fossils that have existed for millions of years."

However, even though they are just fossils, I, who stole...cough cough, bought them from the dragon bone merchant, still believe they belong solely to the descendants of true dragons.

"Thank you so much for your generosity. Once I reclaim the Iron Throne, the Targaryens will certainly not mistreat a subject like you."

It turns out that Illyrio's three dragon eggs in the original story were obtained through Groley.

Viserys turned his gaze away from the three dragon eggs and looked at Glory, his expression becoming even more gentle.

This undoubtedly made Groley feel even more that he had made the right decision to come.

"Of course, Your Majesty will surely return to the Seven Kingdoms, reclaim your throne and rule. The nobles and common people of the Seven Kingdoms are all secretly sewing dragon banners, awaiting your return."

Grole's timely compliment brought a smile to Viserys's lips.

After the naval deputy commander left, he was ready to go to the port to take up his post.

Viserys looked at the Kingsguard behind him:

"Ser Jorah, please entrust the dragon eggs to my sister, Daenerys, for safekeeping."

Jorah, who frequented the trading city-states, sometimes came across dragon egg fossils. To modern people, these were just pretty ornaments, valuable but nothing surprising.

Ser Jorah stepped forward, picked up the box, and after paying his respects to His Majesty, slowly withdrew from the pavilion.

"Who's that guy?"

Intelligence assistant, chief of the royal secret police station, president of the player-run Brotherhood of No Flags, who narrowly missed out on Glory.

Looking at the other person's back, the man who had already assumed the identity of a spy chief, called a mouse a duck and asked his deputy, Flying Bat, in this way.

"He is a captain who sometimes trades at sea and sometimes acts as a pirate. Hearing that His Majesty has taken over Pentos, he has come to join us today with three ships and several hundred men."

Judging from his beaming smile, he must have gotten some kind of official position.

The Flying Bat, appointed as the head of the Operations Section, spoke in a low voice without expression.

Since he took office in the Operations Division, he has been wearing this tense expression for more than ten hours of game time.

When someone asked him if he was tired,

He would always ask that person in return:

"Do I look like Sixth Brother?"