Chapter 69

|Bakir - Advisor of the King|

"How is it, Madame Lily?"

I look at the madame of one of the more famous brothers in the city. She is one of my informants in this city and one of the Thousand Hands Guild members.

"The easiest prey is the king himself. He is a fool. If not for your order, he will be dead when he opens his mouth after he has drunk a few whiskeys."

"What? What does he do?"

"He boasts about how he killed His Majesty's brother and how he will kill His Majesty with his bare hand if not for Jon Arryn."

Ah, yeah. That would be a problem. All of the prostitutes working for Madame Lily is a former slave who gets abused by their former masters almost every day. So not only are they grateful to His Majesty for freeing them, but they are also grateful to him for giving them a job they enjoy and are comfortable with.

They will not like other people to talk shit to their savior.

"Thank you for holding your ladies back. We did not need an unnecessary problem at the moment."

"Think nothing of it, Bakir. We also did not want to create a problem for his Majesty. He already has enough problems from all the complaints against the people from Westeros."

Yeah, that. The people of Westeros often think of themselves as a high society and the rest of the world as a barbaric society. But, sadly, it was far from the truth compared to Lunaria.

Here, they are nothing but barbarian. Too many of them shit in the middle of a road! In the past two days, I have a report telling me there are at least twenty people arrested for shitting in a public place, even so far, shitting next to a fucking public toilet.

They are loud, and once they drink some alcohol, they will brawl with each other. Once there is a brawl, many will get destroyed. Many restaurants are already banning Westerosi from entering their place, and the only place they can eat is the place where I ask them to accept our guests.

"Anyway, we managed to get some information you might like."

"What kind of information?"

"It looks like the Seven Kingdoms get even more debt from the Iron Bank and it was not only the throne that had this debt. Other lords also started to borrow money from the Iron Bank. The only one who did not have this problem is the north."

"Why do they start borrowing money? They should have enough money to come here and tell us they will pay us with gold."

"Ah, you misunderstand something, Bakir. The Great Lord of Westeros did not have a problem, the lower-class noble is the one who has the problem. Because of the failed harvest not too long ago, a lot of lower-class nobles took out a loan from the Iron Bank and were even willing to take a higher interest for their loan."

Oh? That is an interesting piece of information. I can use this to make a connection to the people of Westeros. I need to ask the Guild about a list of Low-Level nobles who can be used as a supporter for His Majesty in Westeros.

"I need the list of people that take that loan. I have a plan I need to do before our guests go back home in three days."

"Of course, Bakir. That should be easy enough. We have some men in the Iron Bank who can do that for us."

"Thank you. Is there anything else?"

"Hmmm, the Fat King mostly talks about his 'glory' and the poor fuck, his word not mine, who decide to take a loan to the Iron Bank instead of earning it themselves. Oh, he also tells us about the Squid never getting out of their island since the day he took the throne. It looks like they are planning something as our Navy never once encountered any Greyjoy Pirate in the last three to four months."

That is indeed suspicious. Greyjoy Pirate is one of the most annoying pirate groups in the world. They are persistent and fearless. They are the only people who wear armor while on the ship because they believe that when they sink to the bottom of the ocean, they will meet their god before being reborn in the living world once again or something like that. I don't really know about their religion.

"Anything else?"

"Not yet. My girls are gathering more information in the brothel for the soldier and any servants they bring. I think I can give you more information tomorrow."

"Send them to the palace."

"Will do."

"Thank you for this information, Madame Lily."

"Fufufufu, you are very welcome, Bakir~ Maybe as thanks, you can visit me at my house tonight~ I will even bring my best wine~ Just like in the past."

"Ahem! I will think about it. I'm a busy man, after all."

"Fufufufufu"

I quickly get out of the safe house and never look back once. I don't want my lust to overcome me and get back to my past life. I don't want to remember that stupid nickname.

"25 centimeter Bakir. What kind of stupid nickname is that?"

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|Helna - Poor Farmer in Dragonstone|

The first time she met them, she was afraid. They are a group of people wearing a cloak covering their entire body and a mask that looks like a bird. They looked like an Angel of Death who will our soul and brings them to the stranger.

Now she knows their name. They are the healers of Lunaria.

They were here to heal the lord and their family and nothing else.

However, they came here after they healed the lord and their families. Instead of going back home, they stayed in this place. They healed us. The curse that they called the Black Death is no match against the power of the healer who came and helped us in our time of need.

Instead of Angel of Death, they are an Angel of Healing and Medicine.

They continued to help us, and after healing all of us, they prepared to get back home. We quickly gathered in the port and thanked them for what they did. When one of us asked them why they did that, they said something she will never forget.

"His Majesty Viserys Targaryen will never be his people. His kindness knows no bounds. His helping hand will always come to his people."

They have committed the greatest sin. They overthrow their ruler, and the Gods curse them with Black Death. However, after seeing our fate, Lord Viserys decided to help us and lifted the curse.

Instead of letting us lie on the ground rotting, he sent his angel to help us.

As Helna walks inside a building, she can see people already gathering inside. Sitting in front of them is a massive painting of Viserys that a painter from Lunaria drew for the people in Dragonstone.

To Helna, the painting is beyond beautiful. To her, Viserys is like an angel. He has a kind and gentle smile, yet at the same time, it is firm and stern. He looks like the sun, which brightens her dark life.

"Let us pray to our Lord and Savior! Let us pray for a minute."

To her and the rest of the people in this place, Lord Viserys is not a normal human but rather their savior and a Saint.