Chapter 93 Daenerys

The cold sea breeze whistled with a fishy smell, lifting everyone's drooping clothes. The heavy night was occasionally filled with deafening thunder and dazzling lightning.

Harry Strickland seemed to not care about the sudden situation just now. He laughed and walked forward and shouted:

"Illyrio, old friend, we came here immediately after receiving your letter."

The other people in the Golden Group did not look very happy. Only the intelligence officer Lansono Mare, who had known Illyrio for a long time, did not change his face.

He knew that the governor named Odero might not live long, and it was very likely that he would be murdered at a banquet, and the secret employment contract between the Golden Group and Pentos would be signed as usual.

At this time, Illyrio also walked out of the main gatehouse, with a smile on his face, his hands resting on his abdomen along the smooth cloth pattern, and some young waiters followed him, most of whom held lanterns in their hands, and the faint light emitted by them illuminated everyone.

"You have arrived as expected. A grand banquet to welcome the Golden Group will be held soon. The king has ordered that gold silk embroidered with pearls be hung in his bedroom, and golden wine from the Arbor Island should be prepared. Let's go in and prepare for the king's banquet!"

Hearing the governor's proposal, the Golden Group showed pleasant expressions. At the same time, they couldn't help but feel a little ashamed for mocking Viserys's request for help in restoring the country at the last banquet, but the king had nothing before.

Now the situation has quietly changed. His sister is about to marry the horse king, and 100,000 Dothraki roaring warriors will join their side. All the hopes of the Golden Group are placed on that fool king.

Next, they passed through the main gatehouse without hindrance under the personal leadership of the governor and walked into the magnificently decorated mansion. The respectful waiters came forward and led everyone to take a bath.

After a long time, as the smoke in the room burned out, Harry Strickland woke up. He found that he no longer felt tired or sleepy, but felt hungry and needed a lot of food and wine to replenish his strength.

He got out of bed, stretched his whole body, found a very suitable and luxurious clothes, and changed into it immediately.

Harry walked to the mirror and found a mercenary who was much more energetic than before looking at him: he looked like the young warrior who used to look up to black fire and cold iron, but his eyes looked firm and calm.

"Yes, you are much better than before." He said to the reflection in the mirror: "Now it's time to have fun!"

Harry opened his arms, whistled a ridiculous tune, and walked out of the room.

He refused the help of the waiter and walked through several corridors alone, crossed many stairs, and came to the flowery garden in the backyard. He saw the other members of the Golden Group chatting on the corridor facing east.

The sound of the wind and lightning was very noisy, but it could not disturb the house. The gurgling water seemed extremely peaceful. The night air was filled with the fragrance of trees and flowers, as if Illyrio's garden was still in the beautiful time of midsummer night.

At this time, Viserys came out from behind the porch. He was dressed like a real king. The fabric looked noble. The frost-white collar was embellished with a gem. His long silver-white hair was just shoulder-length. He was wearing a ribbon with a single three-headed fire-breathing dragon emblem with a black background and red. He looked at the people of the Golden Group with a longing light in his eyes.

"Long live Targaryen!" Tristan Rivers jumped out, knelt down exaggeratedly and saluted, shouting loudly: "This is our noble king. Salute the great Viserys III, the King of the Seven Kingdoms!"

"Praise the king!" Harry Strickland stood in the middle of the corridor and said respectfully.

The captain's excellent performance in the negotiations with the horse king on the Rhoyne River and his generous rewards after looting the town of Veronthus convinced the other high-ranking officials to a certain extent.

Everyone present followed him in bowing deeply and shouted in unison:

"Long live the king! Long live Targaryen!"

When Viserys heard these praises, he stood there as if struck by lightning, and his whole body was as beautiful as sitting on the Iron Throne. It seemed that there was no more intoxicating sound in this world and in this life than this.

After a long time, he finally came to his senses, walked forward, and woke up Tristan according to the king's etiquette, and then shouted angrily to the maids around him:

"Stupid little bitch, hurry up and prepare the banquet, the king and his loyal ministers are very hungry."

Seeing the maids retreating in panic, Viserys said to the Golden Group with satisfaction:

"You are all knights, although you don't have fiefs, it doesn't matter. When I take back the Iron Throne, everyone will be rewarded handsomely."

"Seven Gods, the old woman will guide you here, and everyone can get to know me."

So the Golden Group came forward one by one and said their names, nicknames, and positions. The exiled nobles from Westeros also reported their family crests, mottos, the names of fiefs, and their family history, which proved their loyalty to Targaryen.

"Our king is wise and brave, and the knights of the Golden Company are great warriors, but everyone needs to eat and rest. I am here to bring joy to you." Illyrio showed up at the right time and interrupted the hometown people's recognition meeting. He pointed to the blonde girls following behind him and spoke some nice words in a gentle voice.

These girls were trained and sold here to please the king. Although Pentos did not allow slavery, it did not prevent some wealthy merchants from owning slaves. They were called "free slaves" and were legally free people.

Of course, as long as they did not owe their masters debts, they had the right to refuse service. However, their labor income was often lower than their food and clothing needs, and they lived under the eaves of their masters, so their debts grew day by day, and there was no place for them to turn over. They were no different from slaves except that they were not called slaves.

Some of the girls were not yet adults, and some were a little older. They all wore light yellow and pink flower crowns on their heads. They wore transparent silk long skirts and held large bunches of flowers in their hands, which were obviously just picked in the garden.

With Illyrio's instructions, the corridor was immediately filled with fragrance. In an instant, everyone became lively and lively, with a happy expression on their faces, as if they were intoxicated by the beautiful night.

Behind the girl, there was a group of waiters. Some of them were singers, most of them holding musical instruments, while others were carrying exquisite wine jugs and food, serving the guests with light music and delicious food.

Captain Harry glanced meaningfully at the smiling Governor, walked quickly to Tristan Rivers and sat down, enjoying the girls' warm hospitality.

"Aislin! Aislin! Stand on the bench and sing a song you sang in Lys to make everyone happy."

The waiters heard Illyrio's words, so they brought a bench to the middle of the corridor. Two accompanists sat on both sides of the bench, and a little girl who looked twelve years old walked out from behind the Governor and stood on the bench.

She wore a small flower crown on her head, her long light golden hair draped over her shoulders, a light blue dress decorated with colorful butterfly wings, and a pair of transparent crystal shoes on her feet. She was as beautiful as a figure in a painting walking out of a temple.

"Sing, Aislin, sing!" The girls shouted happily.

She held the harp, raised her head like a bird starting to sing, closed her eyes, and sang like a silver bell.

Two accompanists played for her, and the people present were happy and moved their heads back and forth. The singing was crisp and beautiful, like the cry of a bird in a cage.

Hei Baqu, the commander of the archers of the Golden Group, looked at the girl's graceful figure under the light. He felt as if he had seen her somewhere before, but he couldn't remember whether he had seen her in a dream or in the window of a temple.

So he touched the golden girls beside him and whispered:

"Such a girl is simply something that mortals have never seen."

"Everyone loves her beauty and singing." The girls answered in unison.

"Then she is the most beautiful girl in this house!"

"She is the king's sister!"

The conversation was not over yet, but the singing suddenly stopped, and the bench tilted up. Aislin staggered and stretched out a pair of small hands. Before she fell or jumped down, everyone stood up and wanted to hug her.

Finally, Aislin grabbed the performer beside her with one hand and stood firm on the bench. Although she had a frightened look on her face, she was still smiling.

The banquet became quiet. At this moment, the people present found that with this wave, the tapestry behind the porch also fell down, revealing a chair, on which sat a girl whose beauty was even more amazing.

She looked so pure and clear, without any trace of frost, joy or sadness in her eyes. Her lavender eyes sparkled with dazzling stars, and her beautiful eyes were like the stars hanging upside down. Her face was even more flawless. A pure gemstone was worn on the end of her silver-gold hair, which set off the purple light. Her white robe had no extra decorations, but she still exuded the noble temperament of a Targaryen princess.

Harry Strickland was looking at Daenerys, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart. She was indeed the most beautiful girl in the world. The stars and the bright moon in the night were enough to make her the queen of the sun.

Hei Baqu originally thought that it was just the humility of the blonde girls in front of the nobles. Aislin was beautiful enough. He had never seen or thought that there would be such a beautiful creature in the world. He was flattered to meet such a beautiful and noble person. He couldn't help but move away, but he still felt very small and humble.

The knights of the Golden Company, looking at the girl who was the last mortal to see, felt that the princess should have her own knight. If allowed, they would swear to be loyal to her for the rest of their lives under any circumstances.