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#245 - Chapter 19: A Game of Thrones (Part 2)

Varys took a sip of wine, shaking his head, and said, "I still don't understand, why would you give all of this up?"

Petyr stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the night view outside. "Do you know how I got the nickname 'Littlefinger'? I came from the smallest of the Fingers, the family's fiefdom was just a small village with fewer than a hundred people. I've already gotten what I wanted: the nominal Lord of Harrenhal, the Master of Coin, and after I marry Lysa, I'll be the actual ruler of the Vale. Let the stage here in King's Landing be yours to perform on."

Varys remained impassive: "I don't understand what you mean?"

Petyr: "Spider, this isn't like you. I'm leaving soon, and I don't plan to interfere with you. All these years, you've been plotting with your friends along the coast for the Targaryen restoration, haven't you? I just didn't expect it to be Viserys."

Varys sighed: "Well, I wish you fair winds. However, I believe the game of thrones will never stop, and Littlefinger's story won't end like this."

Petyr turned around, smiling, and said: "Maybe, but at least my goal has been achieved. I have no desire for the Iron Throne, so I choose to withdraw. But before I leave, there are still some things and people to deal with. Oh, yes, including the spy you planted by my side. She didn't bring us any joy, just a failed investment. Fortunately, I have a friend who needs some extraordinary experiences, and I just happened to provide them for him. Now, let's enjoy this night."

"You..." Varys was shocked, instantly understanding the reason, but Petyr had already revealed his hand, making it clear that he knew all his secrets. If he didn't want a complete falling out, he could only swallow his anger. So he pretended to be calm and said: "Everything I do is out of deep love and responsibility for this country."

"What a coincidence, we thought of the same thing! In that case, let us raise our glasses together, to this land we deeply love!" With that, the two raised their glasses together and drank the wine in one gulp. At this moment, a bright moon hung high in the sky outside the window, and the moonlight poured down, illuminating the entire city of King's Landing.

In the royal chambers, Joffrey excitedly raised the crossbow in his hand, aiming the arrow at Ros, who was tightly bound to the luxurious bed and begging for mercy. Tears streamed down her face, and her whole body trembled, her voice filled with fear and despair: "No! Please, Your Majesty, spare me! I won't dare again! Please let me go~呜呜呜…"

However, faced with Ros's pleas, Joffrey was not moved at all, and a cold, ruthless, and extremely cruel light flashed in his eyes. Then, he pressed down on the crossbow's lever with his left hand without hesitation.

"Ah!!!~~" As a heart-wrenching scream echoed throughout the room, Ros's fate seemed to be doomed to a tragic end...

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In the scorching summer, the vast and boundless sea was surging, and the strong sea breeze肆意吹拂着蔚蓝色的海面,掀起层层叠叠的洁白浪花. Suddenly, three figures broke out of the water and rushed straight into the air. In less than ten days, the young dragons' bodies grew at an alarming rate, quickly expanding from the size of a Pomeranian to that of a Golden Retriever. Now, these little guys could fly freely in the sky and skillfully master diving skills, catching prey in the deep sea. Look at that young dragon, it suddenly raised its head and spewed out raging flames, instantly roasting the sea fish to a half-cooked state, and then swallowed it without hesitation.

Daenerys happily watched the young dragons flying overhead, and Jorah Mormont couldn't help but sigh: "Their growth rate is really amazing! Before long, Your Majesty will be able to ride dragons into battle."

At this time, Rhaegal landed lightly on the ship's side. Daenerys gently stroked the young dragon's hard scales, her eyes revealing a fervent anticipation for the future: "Their pace of growth is not fast enough. I need more troops."

Just then, a sudden and unusually strong sea wind swept in, causing the entire ship to shake violently. Everyone almost lost their balance, and Daenerys looked up at the sky, seeing dark clouds filling the sky, a violent storm was brewing.

"It looks like it's going to rain, Khaleesi. Let's go back to the cabin as soon as possible!" Jorah Mormont reminded her with concern.

Daenerys's lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile, and she nodded gently. However, the Dothraki people standing on the deck could not suppress their physical discomfort and vomited one after another. She calmly directed the young dragons back into the ship, a helpless smile on her face: "After all, for this group of Dothraki people who are sailing for the first time, they have performed quite well."

Walking into the cabin, Daenerys and Jorah Mormont excitedly discussed future plans.

"We must quickly strengthen ourselves in order to effectively deal with all kinds of difficulties and obstacles," Daenerys said firmly.

Jorah Mormont nodded frequently in agreement: "Your Majesty, the three dragons you possess are undoubtedly our most powerful weapons. I heard that the Unsullied of Astapor are the best slave soldiers in the world. We have gained a lot in Qarth this time and can buy a large number of such elite soldiers."

Daenerys looked troubled and sighed: "If it weren't for the serious shortage of manpower right now, I really wouldn't want to use slave soldiers." She was actually extremely helpless. Now, the members of her command could barely operate these ships, and she even spent a lot of money hiring many experienced sailors.

Jorah looked back, his lips slightly raised, revealing a smile, and whispered: "Yes! We really don't have enough people. If you truly pity those slaves, perhaps you can adopt the Pentos method. Give them new contracts, turn them into long-term employees, and allow them to earn valuable freedom through military merit."

Daenerys nodded thoughtfully upon hearing this, a firm light flashing in her eyes, and replied: "That is indeed an excellent idea. When we arrive in Astapor, we will act accordingly." With that, she slowly turned around, her gaze passing through the window battered by the wind and rain, staring at the rolling sea in the distance, secretly praying that this violent storm would not bring too much disaster and loss to the large fleet.