Chapter 368 Help

"The usurper's messenger, Lord Berish."

"It is the king of the Seven Kingdoms and the guardian of the whole territory standing in front of you, not the second prince."

Weselis did not speak, but the female knight standing behind him, holding the hilt of the sword with one hand, spoke in a lame common language.

After a period of adaptation, Mia has now repeatedly understood the entanglement between the Targaryen family and the Iron Throne of Westeros. This is also her job.

And Petir Belishi showed a slightly formulaic wry smile on his face, and then he bowed and saluted again.

"Well, your majesty."

Of course he knew that he wanted to call Viserys king, but due to his limited position, he could not show himself too humble.

'A worthless commodity cannot be sold at a price. '

All of this was in his default opening remarks, Pettier was not panicked, and then sorted out the language and continued to speak.

"You may not have heard the humble name when we first met. Allow me to introduce myself to you. My name is Petil Belishi."

"I come from the smallest finger on the Five Fingers Peninsula, and now I am the Minister of Finance in the Royal Council of His Majesty Robert Baratheon I."

Although he was not very old, his dark hair was mixed with a few spots of gray. Petir Berishi stood in the hall and talked freely, without the slightest stage fright.

He put his status very low, making no secret that he is only from a small humble family.

But he also emphasized his current status. As the Minister of Finance of King Robert, he is qualified to meet Viselis as a messenger.

"The two standing beside me."

Then Lord Belish turned around, trying to introduce Visiris to the two people standing next to him.

However, at this moment, Veselis, who was sitting on the throne and wearing a light-colored casual clothes, spoke abruptly.

"I know your name, Lord Belish."

"Don't be underestimated."

The handsome-faced silver-haired youth had a very calm voice. This was the first time he spoke after seeing Robert's mission, and his voice echoed in the empty hall.

"Oh, how do you know"

Viselis suddenly hit his little finger by surprise. The short man was taken aback for a moment. He didn't expect Viselis to know his name.

Just don't know how much the other party knows about yourself?

"You have been to Pantos, and the governors who have persuaded Pantos to attack me."

"Am I right?"

Visiris's voice was still calm, but the cold sweat on Petir Bailey's forehead was shed, and some were speechless, not knowing how to speak.

"This, this majesty"

He did visit Pantos and Braavos secretly, but this should be a highly confidential matter, but he never thought that Viselis would have known it.

If he had known about this long ago, he would not take the post of the messenger if he was killed. Isn't it a death?

Is there a ghost in the imperial council, who leaked the news?

Then he thought of the **** old man Jon Allyn, who had to make himself an envoy and put on a look that I was good for you.

Wait until he goes back, this account must be doubled by the stupid woman Lysa, Pettil thought bitterly.

Veserys's words caused the cold sweat on Littlefinger's forehead to flow down instantly.

He quickly screened every suspicious candidate in his mind, and at the same time, he was thinking about the words to deal with it. Sophistry is definitely useless. Since Viselis put it forward, he must have absolute evidence.

Hendley and Barristan, who were standing behind the main envoy Berishi, looked at each other, and Barristan saw the tension in the young man's eyes.

Then the gray-haired Captain Yulin Iron Guard took a deep breath, and then lowered his head. In fact, he was a little nervous, afraid of being recognized by Viselis.

His Royal Highness has changed a lot from that year. At that time, he was only a six or seven-year-old child with a bad personality.

And now he has tens of thousands of soldiers in his hand and three giant dragons. Sitting on the throne, every word and deed exerts a strong psychological pressure on people. Petir Berry, who just said in a few words, has his forehead straight. Cold sweat.

The atmosphere in the hall was a little tense, and the usurper's messenger was a bit speechless.

The female knight standing behind Viserys raised her mouth slightly, her gaze crossed Petir and the unknown nobleman of the Seven Kingdoms, and fell on the old knight wearing a bright armor and a white robe.

The Yulin Tiewei of the usurper?

Mia squeezed her sword hilt slightly.

However, at this moment, it was Viselis who made a relief for Belishi, who was sweating coldly.

"Don't be nervous, Lord Belish."

Viselis spoke, a pair of lavender eyes staring at the opponent, as if he had already seen through the opponent.

Actually, what Petil doesn't know is that Veselis knows him much better than himself.

This is a master who is gifted in money and trade, and is unmatched by the Seven Kingdoms in conspiracy and tricks. He is good at playing power.

"I don't want to hold you accountable. On the contrary, I want to thank you."

"If you hadn't encouraged those idiots to attack me, I'm afraid I haven't had a chance to take Pantos so easily."

And Petir's wry smile on his face this time is real, and once again he bows slightly and salutes.

"Thank your majesty for your tolerance."

Littlefinger's graceful and unhurried attitude just disappeared.

Then he could only bite the bullet and continue the topic just now, introducing the two behind him.

"Your Majesty, this Hendry Brecon, the nephew of Lord Janos Brecon, Earl of Stonewall City."

The brown-haired young man standing beside Petir looked a little nervous, and it seemed that Viselis's few words frightened him.

"Your Majesty."

Hendley hurriedly learned the way his little finger was just now and bowed deeply, nearly kneeling on the ground and kowtow.

"This is the captain of the Royal Forest Guard of His Majesty Robert, Sir Barristan Selme."

"Your Majesty."

and being named as a white-haired knight, there is no way to continue lowering his head and pretending to be stupid, so he can only take a deep breath, and then look at Veserys with piercing eyes.

He only hoped that Veselis had forgotten himself.

However, to his disappointment, Viselis still remembered him.

"Well, Sir Barristan has been long gone."

Viselis just nodded and said hello to the captain of the Royal Forest Iron Guard, but did not say much, which instead made him feel a little bit about his gains and losses.

Then Littlefinger sorted out his emotions, and then officially began to talk about the mission's intentions.

Robert finally couldn't stand the pressure.

The failure of the two wars made him realize that ghosts cannot be defeated by human power, so he thought of the red robe witch who disappeared after the battle of Winterfell.

She once said that the night king is ice, and the magic dragon is fire. Only the surging dragon flames can defeat the night king.

The simultaneous resurrection of the night king and the dragon symbolizes that this is a song of ice and fire. If you want to defeat the night king, you can only ask Viselis for help.

Robert fled all the way from Winterfell to Twin River City, and then couldn't sleep at night~www.mtlnovel.com~Finally, after the consultation of the staff, plus serious consideration for a long time, he still bit the bullet and sent a raven to King's Landing. Let the old foster father, Jon Allyn, have the full authority to arrange this.

And he himself couldn't hold back his face, and he didn't even write an autograph letter for help.

But of course, Robert was not really kind enough to ask Viselis for help.

This time the mission left King's Landing almost to beat the gongs and drums, for fear that someone would not know that the Iron Throne asked for help from the Targaryen family, hoping that the other party could extend a helping hand.

This is a well-known conspiracy, but the people of King's Landing naturally don't think about conspiracy and conspiracy, they just cheered as if they saw hope.

But of course, this matter was definitely not arranged by Robert. Although Robert was softened, he still wanted to face it.

And Jon Ailin is alive and transparent at a young age, knowing that his face is useless, and only when he laughs at the end can he win.

"Foreign ghosts, dragons, savages, etc., these things that can easily shred us like legends appear one after another."

"Let them kill each other, only then can the world become better."

(End of this chapter)