Chapter 220: Bloody night

Latest URL: "Yes, Your Majesty."

"This is Jon Clinton."

The knight in bright armor is much more emaciated than before, but his eyes are still piercing.

Later, the former prime minister of the Targaryen dynasty told the story after he was deprived of his title and knighthood and expelled from King's Landing.

After leaving King's Landing, Jon Clinton boarded a ship and crossed the ocean to another continent, and finally joined the Golden Group in the disputed place.

He served for the Golden Group for five years, and with his own ability, he eventually rose to the right hand of the head of the Golden Group Mies Toin.

However, he later left the Golden Group.

"Leave the Golden Group?"

The soldiers swept the battlefield to clean up the corpses and put out the flames that hadn't burnt in the hall. Veserys tilted his head.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"That was two years ago."

Jon Clinton nodded slightly, he finally chose to leave the Golden Group.

Even if at that time he had grown into a commander with outstanding merits in the Golden Regiment, if he did not leave the next group commander, he would probably be him.

"why?"

Veserys asked.

And this time Jon Clinton was silent for a long time, and finally took a deep breath.

"Of course it's because of you, Your Majesty."

Viselis' brows tucked slightly.

"I heard news about you in recent years, but at that time..."

Jon Clinton had some hesitations at the end of his words, and then he held the hilt of the sword with one hand and spread the other hand.

"Please atone for your sins."

Veserys nodded.

"Speak freely."

Then he raised his chin to a quiet place not far away.

"Let's go over there and talk."

This half-collapsed hall is at risk of collapsing at any time. Now the soldiers of Targaryen have completely controlled the entire Prince’s Palace. For Pantos’s soldiers, they will be rescued, and those who cannot be rescued will be given a knife. A happy one.

The corpse of Prince Pantos has now been counted. Except for Illyrio, the other Governors of Pantos have died in this turmoil. Illyrio himself is now also due to the sword in his leg. Was taken away for treatment.

Now there are only two people left here, Veserys and Jon Clinton.

After that, the two people left the palace that would completely collapse at no time, and came to the garden of the palace outside, where several torches were also lit.

"His Majesty."

An attendant came over with a thick cloak and put it on Veselis's shoulders.

Viselis nodded, and then the attendant bowed and bowed before retreating.

The Pantos wind in the winter night was a bit bitter, and there had been a heavy snowfall just two days ago.

Standing here and looking into the distance, the black cloak fluttered gently with the wind, Viselis turned his head and looked at Jon beside him.

"Go on, what are you going to say?"

After interrupting, Jon Clinton seemed to have organized his own language, nodded slightly and said.

"Please atone for your sins, Your Majesty, I believe you have also heard about your father."

"I was hesitant when I first heard about you..."

"Afraid that I will be the next ‘mad king’?"

Viserys was not angry when he heard Jon Clinton's words, but shook his head slightly.

Then it seemed that something suddenly occurred to him, and he turned his head and looked at Jon and asked.

"Jon, are you still alone?"

Jon Clinton was obviously stunned for a moment. I don't know why Visiris would ask such a question, but he hesitated for a while and still spoke.

"No, Your Majesty."

"I also have a son."

...

Early morning the next day.

The brilliant sun penetrated the clouds and sprinkled in this prosperous city-state.

The red temple is still standing, and the glazed tiles reflect a faint golden light.

After a night of turmoil.

Pantos finally returned to calm when the sun rose.

When the dragon soared in the sky and spewed a crimson pillar of fire, all the soldiers of the Pantos city garrison understood what had happened.

After hearing the news that the governors had all been burned to death, all these Pantos soldiers bowed their knees and surrendered.

After that, everything became much simpler.

The soldiers of Targaryen, the Windblown Regiment and Pantos’s city garrison, joined forces to suppress the chaos in the city, killed the mercenaries who took the opportunity to commit crimes, and chopped their heads high. Hanging on the head of Pantos.

However, for ordinary Pantos civilians, they still don't know what happened last night, they just closed the doors and windows and did not dare to show their heads.

Trembling tremblingly until the early morning of the next day, when I heard that there was no movement outside, I mustered up the courage to push the door open and walk out.

Then I saw the heads hanging high on the city wall, densely packed with nearly a thousand.

But for this **** night, it was far more than dead.

There are still uncleaned dead bodies and bloodstains everywhere on the streets, and soldiers still shuttle through the streets to maintain order.

"Ho—"

And at this moment.

A low and hoarse roar came from the sky, and the people on the ground raised their heads in panic and looked at the sky, and then they were frightened and fled in all directions.

Phoo~

Then the two wings shook the squally wind on the ground, a huge shadow shrouded the ground, and the dragon flapped its wings and flew into the distance.

The Prince's Palace had been destroyed by a fire from Bellerion, and Visiris appeared in a palace with nine towers near the bay.

Veserys rubbed a string of rosary beads with a cold texture, each of which was an invaluable gemstone, which was a treasure found in the palace of the prince.

"Zogokao."

For some reason, Veserys suddenly remembered that this man who had been dead for a long time still had some feelings for the Spring and Autumn Period.

Standing on the highest floor of the palace tower, you can see the entire Pantos from here, and at the same time you can see the bustling ocean port and the narrow sea with no end in sight. The waves will always be there. I don't know how to stop, but I keep beating on the shore.

call--

The piercing sea breeze howled, shaking the young king's long silver and golden hair.

Viselis was standing at the top of the tower wearing a loose and soft robe, rubbing the rosary in his hand and looking into the distance quietly, before speaking in abrupt voice.

"I remember you once said, Illyrio."

"Your greatest wish is to become the Minister of Finance of the Iron Throne?"

Veserys held the cold battlement with his other hand, the sea breeze blew his hair, and then turned his head slightly and asked in a calm voice.

And Illyrio, whose thighs were tightly bandaged, was sitting on a chair in the house with a cane next to him. He smiled bitterly when he heard Visiris's words.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Veserys nodded slightly.

"From today you will be the chancellor of the exchequer, as long as you don't dislike not having that chair."

And Illyrio's face suddenly showed a surprise expression, and then quickly nodded.

"Of course! Of course! That chair will be your Majesty's sooner or later."

"Thank your majesty for your trust."

And at this moment.

Thump thump...

The heavy footsteps in the spiral staircase came ~www.NovelMTL.com~ The Prince of Tattered Clothes was still wearing his tattered clothes, and the blood stains on his body were not even wiped off before rushing to see Viselis.

He aimed the butcher knife at all of Pantos's governor's family, except for the few governor's families that had been secretly hidden or slipped out of the city after receiving the wind in advance and had not been found, the rest were all driven to extinction by him.

From the old man to the baby, one did not stay.

He has been self-determined by the power of Pantos, and he is notorious among the lowest ranks of ordinary people.

Now the Prince of Tattered Clothes can only hold Viserys' thighs and bow his head to proclaim his ministers, otherwise the city that has accumulated deep enmity after the **** night will burst out in a flash and drown him.

"His Majesty."

The blood-stained gray-haired old man just walked into the door and knelt on one knee, looking at Viselis' back.