Chapter 207: Cornered and Dagger Revealed

Thirty years ago, a man betrayed and fled Pentos.

He harbored resentment against the Magisters and his family, leaving his hometown to travel far to the disputed lands, rumored to have joined several mercenary groups.

At that time, the Magisters of Pentos didn't take him seriously.

After all, he hadn't accepted an appointment yet and fled on the eve of it.

So the then-Magisters of Pentos temporarily selected another unfortunate soul to replace him.

The Magisters thought he might die in some unremarkable corner, never able to return to his homeland.

However, they didn't expect that the runaway prince would establish his own mercenary group, achieving victory after victory and gradually expanding his influence, becoming one of the significant forces in the disputed lands, with two thousand warriors under his command.

It was only then that the Magisters of Pentos took notice of him again.

But most of the Magisters who were in power thirty years ago were now gone, having turned to dust.

The few who were still alive had long since retired and lay on their sickbeds, barely clinging to life.

The new generation of Magisters had heard of this runaway prince's name, but they didn't take him too seriously.

In their view, he was just a small worm that had managed to escape.

Although he always claimed that he would return to his homeland one day, thirty years had passed, and he hadn't even dared to set foot in Pentos' gates.

But...

Everything changed this evening.

The Magisters of Pentos had ruled this city for many years, and their family industries had been rooted in this land for generations.

Although the infighting among the Magisters had consumed most of their energy and exposed many weaknesses, their power was still deeply rooted, and they received secret intelligence about the Windblown through some channels before the incident.

The runaway prince and two thousand Windblown warriors had already secretly infiltrated the city, split into smaller groups.

It was like a powder keg buried beneath their feet, just waiting for a spark to ignite at any moment.

However, they, the Magisters, were sitting on the powder keg, only realizing the Windblown had infiltrated for two or three days when they finally noticed.

So the Magisters who received this news were furious.

Then they instructed their trusted subordinates in the city guard to search for and arrest these Windblown mercenaries, collectively pressuring the current commander of the city guard.

As a result, during the New Year's Day celebration, a large number of soldiers seemingly went mad, smashing open the doors of inns and guesthouses, searching for mercenaries.

Anyone found suspicious was immediately arrested, and if they dared to resist, they were executed on the spot.

Now, the prince's palace was still peaceful, but the outside world had already descended into chaos.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

City guards were everywhere, patrolling the streets and arresting mercenaries.

There were many mercenaries in Pentos, and they, too, lived on the edge of a knife, so naturally, they began to fight back.

Many non-Windblown mercenaries were also affected, and the city guard soldiers couldn't tell the difference.

So now the outside world had become a battlefield between the city guards and the mercenaries, with fighting figures everywhere in the streets.

Clang, clang, clang...

Swords clashed, and the cries of battle shook the heavens.

"Kill!"

Unaware of what had happened, the people began to cry and scatter, fleeing in all directions.

The festive atmosphere had long been overshadowed by panic.

...

"What?"

A Magister seated to the right of the prince was the first to receive the news brought by a servant, his face changing slightly, and he couldn't help but let out a sound.

Then he realized he had lost his composure, quickly shutting his mouth, his expression somewhat gloomy.

The atmosphere in the banquet became subtle, and the other Magisters quietly exchanged glances, not knowing what had happened.

However, it wasn't long before several more servants hurriedly entered the hall from outside, approaching their respective masters, whispering something in their ears.

"Hmm?"

"What?"

"How could this be?"

The faces of the Magisters changed drastically.

Some of them knew the news already, while many others who were not well-informed just found out that the Windblown had infiltrated Pentos.

"What's going on?"

Illyrio also received the news from the servant outside, his face changing slightly as he turned to look at Viserys.

The infiltration of the Windblown into Pentos was undoubtedly linked to Viserys.

The feast in the hall instantly turned chaotic.

However, Viserys stared at the note in his hand, his eyes somewhat grave.

The situation had somewhat deviated from his expectations and plans, but...

At this point, there was no room for any retreat.

And at that moment, the Magisters on the other side of the hall suddenly rose up.

Anyone could guess that the Windblown affair was closely connected to this young king, even though they had no evidence.

But they didn't need evidence; their speculation alone was enough to confirm their conclusion.

If there were no connections between the Windblown and Viserys, they were willing to eat the plates in front of them on the spot.

Bang—

"Viserys Targaryen!"

The Magister who first received the news slammed the table and stood up.

An elderly Magister with white hair on the other side waved his hand to stop him, then fixed his dull yellow eyes on the young king who sat calmly in his seat.

Not a trace of panic or surprise could be seen on his handsome face, and for convenience, his silver-gold hair was tied into a simple braid hanging behind him.

"Your Majesty, you had better provide an explanation for this matter."

The white-haired old Magister said solemnly.

There were different ranks among the Magisters, and he, as the leader of the radical faction, held a revered position among the Magisters of Pentos.

However, at this time, the white-haired Magister had an ominous feeling, and his aged, bark-like fingers clenched tightly together.

"Son of the Mad King!"

"It was you who brought the Windblown here!"

But before Viserys could speak, other Pentoshi Magisters beside him could no longer contain their anger, and the hall was filled with various vicious curses.

"Spawn of the evil dragon! How dare you disturb Pentos!"

The Scott Magister, who had harbored deep hostility towards Viserys from the beginning, stood up in anger, drawing the sword from his waist and pointing it at Viserys.

"I knew there wasn't a single good Targaryen."

If looks could kill, Viserys would have been riddled with holes by now.

"Esteemed lords!"

"Haven't we discussed this beforehand?"

One Magister also stood up.

Pointing at the silver-haired youth who still sat calmly in his seat, he then loudly urged.

"Seize him!"

"Force him to hand over the dragon!"