This is because even 10,000 unarmed ordinary civilians will consume a large amount of food and compete with the city residents for living supplies and social resources, which are not very abundant to begin with, eventually triggering a series of conflicts, contradictions and irreconcilable problems.

If we take into account the misunderstandings and hostility that may result from differences in race, religion, culture, and values, the entire city may be in a state of unrest for a long time, or even spark terrible riots and murders.

After all, with the limited number of troops that Pentos has, it is simply a daydream to maintain public order in such a large city and in its intricate streets and alleys and to ensure that no serious criminal offenses occur.

Similar situations have occurred countless times in the modern history of the Earth and are definitely not alarmist.

What's more, players are not unarmed civilians, but a group of mobile "natural disasters" that can do whatever they want.

Once you anger them, they might turn into brutal demons in a moment and start slaughtering everyone in the city without distinction of gender, age or status.

In the eyes of these guys, everything they experienced was just a game, and the humans being slaughtered before their eyes were just a small piece of program and code in the virtual world.

Therefore, even if you kill a lot of people or do a lot of cruel things, you will not feel guilty or have any self-condemnation.

Just the opposite!

After the massacre is completed, they might gather together to see who has killed more people and more efficiently, and distribute the blood-stained spoils.

The famous game meme "The wise paradox war criminal" is the best example.

If these players' outrageous actions in the game were transferred to the real world, they would be like living devils and anti-human.

Zuo Si was also once a game player, and he had also done many things like rushing into towns and villages of the enemy camp, burning, killing and looting.

Therefore, the diary that inherited all his memories and thoughts knew very well how terrible the "players" were to the "NPCs", and was looking forward to what kind of "mudslide" these guys would bring to the world.

Unfortunately, Illyrio was completely unaware of what was about to happen. Instead, he was emboldened by the arrival of the players and finally made up his mind to kill Horselord Drogo.

So, at his suggestion, the diary unceremoniously cursed the eagle of the Dothraki prairie and cast some other undead magic on it.

This directly led to the latter having just left Pentos and returned to his own tribe not long ago, when he was robbing other small tribes, a large amount of black blood and negative energy suddenly gushed out of his body, and then he was instantly transformed into an undead creature, and began to indiscriminately slaughter all living things around him.

All the blood guards around him were killed in a short period of time, and the remaining tribe members also quickly fled in fear on horseback.

A nomadic tribe with tens of thousands of warriors, powerful enough to attract the attention of the entire grassland, was disintegrated because of the death of a leader.

Not only that, it only took a few days for the splintered small tribes to once again raise their scimitars and begin to fight each other, with each leader wanting to become the second Drogo and inherit his legacy.

The flames of war between tribes instantly ignited the vast grassland east of the Lorne River, which had finally been peaceful for several years.

For a while, all kinds of killings and looting occurred frequently, so that even the boldest merchants did not dare to approach easily, but avoided it and chose to take another longer route.

Of course, these news have nothing to do with the players.

Because after each team got to know the situation of the world on the spot, they quickly started to go their separate ways.

Some of them had their eyes on the cities around the Slave Bay from the beginning, wanting to go there and free the slaves bit by bit through guerrilla warfare, convert them into their own soldiers, and eventually accumulate strength to capture the cities.

Others took a ship across the Narrow Sea to the continent of Westeros, wanting to participate in the tournament that would be held in King's Landing, to see if they could win a prize of thousands or even tens of thousands of gold dragons by winning a certain competition.

More players saw the characteristics of the feudal system of Westeros and judged through limited information that civil strife was imminent among the seven kingdoms, which was a good opportunity to show their skills.

Only about 3,500 players chose to stay in the Free City of Pentos.

This is only for the sake of the three baby dragons, Daenerys, the beautiful white-haired loli, and her brother Viserys, who wears strange women's clothes.

As for Illyrio, the governor, in the eyes of players he is nothing more than a stupid fat man with neither "good looks" nor "strength".

If they had not received the corresponding tasks, they would have killed this self-righteous guy long ago and elected a new "faction leader", or simply declared themselves king.

Because of the non-stop operation of Isadora's super brain, the retinas of more than 10,000 players are actually constantly issuing various tasks based on the surrounding environment, situation and conversation information.

On the one hand, it is to guide the behavior of these guys to ensure that they do not cause too much trouble; on the other hand, it is to use the eyes and ears of these tentacles to observe the world, so as to collect and understand more unknown information.

Illyrio, who thought he was the "son of destiny", was furious when he saw the players doing whatever they wanted and not taking him seriously.

He even sent out troops to hunt down the bastards who betrayed him and fled.

Unfortunately, the players are not the natives of this world. They have a natural fear of the powerful people in high positions, and it is even more impossible for them not to fight back when faced with threats.

As a result, the one thousand soldiers who were sent out to hunt and intercept were surrounded and killed by several groups of players not long after they left the protection of the city wall. In less than ten minutes, more than two hundred people were killed or injured.

The rest were completely frightened by this group of bloodthirsty and life-hungry lunatics and turned around and ran towards the city.

When they returned to the city, they found that out of the thousand-man army, only less than three hundred lucky soldiers, all of whom were injured, had returned alive.

The rest were all killed on the way to escape. Their bodies were scattered on both sides of the road, and their armor and valuables were all stripped away.

A few daring players even stood far outside the range of the giant crossbow defending the city, raised their right middle fingers high, and made the "international friendly gesture" to express their dissatisfaction.

Needless to say, the reason why they got the news in advance and set up an ambush was naturally because the players in the city notified them through the so-called "forum", "chat software" and "offline" means.

The latter's purpose is also very simple, which is to greatly weaken Pentos' original military strength, so that they can replace it afterwards.

As for the life and death of a group of NPCs, they don't care.

Likewise, this approach can also demonstrate the strength of the player group and let the fat guy who is the governor know who has the biggest fist.

"He...how dare they?!!!"

Illyrio was instantly furious when he learned that the troops he sent out to intercept were almost killed.

At this moment, his fat body was shaking due to his excitement, like ripples on the water.

Viserys on the side seemed to realize something, and his eyes revealed a chilling malicious light with his head lowered.

"I have long reminded you not to treat these people like ordinary mercenaries, and not to be stingy with rewards. But you ignored my warning and left them hanging for several days, which is why this happened."

The diary deliberately spread out its hands with an innocent look.

Of course, he had anticipated this happening, but he had no intention of stopping it.

After all, one of the most important purposes of Zuo Si putting the players into this world is to train and cultivate them. It is naturally impossible for them to stay in a small place like the Free Trade City-State.

Having two or three thousand men would be enough to launch a war against cities like Tyrosh, Norvos, and Lorath.

You have to know that the final test for the players is the White Walkers and the undead army they control north of the Wall, so the continent of Westeros is their real stage and battlefield.

"But...but I only left them alone for a few days! Just a few days! Do these guys have such short patience? They can't even wait for a few days? And what's the point of them killing my people?"

Illyrio was visibly angry and his speech was incoherent.

In his opinion, the players' behavior was clearly lawless to the extreme.

Even the Second Sons mercenaries, who were notorious for often betraying their employers, would never dare to attack the regular army of any city-state.

Because that means a provocation to the existing power and order.

No ruler of a city-state or even a country would allow such an offense.

They would not receive any employment contracts, and would not even be allowed to enter any town or buy food and weapons supplies.

In the end, he died worthlessly on the roadside like a wild dog under the joint wanted and strangled efforts of the entire privileged class.

Normally, anyone with a bit of common sense would not choose to go down this path.

But what Illyrio didn't know was that the players' real backstage was the floating city of Plantia in another world. What they couldn't get here could be obtained in another world.

What's more, they are not soft persimmons that can be bullied by anyone.

Not to mention how difficult it is to arrest and hunt down a group of violent gangs with extremely high military power who can become stronger by killing enemies in a primitive world without surveillance, reconnaissance aircraft and satellite tracking.

The low-level spells of the spellcasters among the players, such as charm, hypnosis, disguise, etc., can easily make the conventional wanted, hunted and blockade completely ineffective.

In addition, when players are forced into a corner, they will inevitably start attacking villages and towns.

With the knowledge and language incitement they possess, they could potentially launch a large-scale armed uprising involving tens or even hundreds of thousands of people.

By then there may not even be time to react, and the ruling systems of many regimes will collapse in an instant.

Appreciating Illyrio's furious movements and tone, the diary couldn't help but chuckled and comforted him, "Okay, calm down, things haven't developed to the worst extent yet.

And you should have seen that these guys are very powerful, much stronger than the regular army of any city-state.

Most importantly, they are brave and fearless, and do not take death seriously. They are perfect soldiers who are even more outstanding than the Unsullied.

The most urgent task at the moment is to send some money to those who remain, and then quickly decide whether to attack Norvos or Lorras first.

Once the war started, they didn't have time to think too much."

"Damn it!"

Illyrio cursed under his breath, then turned around and headed for the vault with his servants and guards, intending to use the method of "scattering money" to stabilize these difficult-to-control players.

As soon as he left, Viserys raised his head sharply, narrowed his eyes and asked tentatively: "Is this the opportunity you told me about?"

The diary nodded meaningfully: "Ah! That's right. Haven't you noticed? Those outsiders don't care about bloodline and authority at all, they just want to gain more benefits.

If you can make the appropriate promises and gain their trust, they will help you kill Illyrio and seize control of Pentos.

Then, conquer several other free trade city-states to obtain enough wealth, food, ships, and population, and train tens of thousands of elite soldiers, and you will have the capital to counterattack the continent of Westeros.

You also don't have to worry about being sidelined or manipulated by all the nobles who support your restoration, including those in Dorne."

"But what if they are bribed by someone else one day?" Viserys continued to question cautiously.

There is no doubt that after experiencing the biggest setback in his life, he is becoming more and more mature and cunning, and is no longer willing to trust anyone except himself.

And this happens to be one of the qualities necessary to become a qualified king.

"Haha, do you have any other choice now? Please remember, my dear Majesty.

Most of the time, adults usually have to choose between two options: very bad and not so bad.

Instead of finding the good one between simple good and bad as you imagine.

It's like a person who is about to die of thirst in the desert. When he finds a bottle of poisoned water, the only thing he can do is drink it first.

As for the possible death from poisoning, that is something you need to consider only after you have made sure you won't die of thirst.

The so-called life is made up of countless difficult, painful, and even desperate choices.

If you want to be the winner of this cruel game, you must first learn to be patient and learn how to turn disadvantages into advantages bit by bit.

Once you begin to understand the basic rules of how power works, you can start to really enjoy the game process, and even use it to influence or even control the behavior and destiny of others. "

After saying this, the diary left a meaningful smile and turned back to the luxurious mansion given to it by Governor Illyrio.

As soon as he walked through the door, a dozen women whose attire was out of tune with this world, and could even be said to be full of a sense of tearing apart, ran out from the garden and the room, surrounded him and showed him their affection.

As for why it is said to be full of a sense of tearing, it is because the prototypes of these half-covered costumes can basically be found in sex toy stores on Earth, or they may even be copied and pasted directly.

Especially the hollow lace underwear, stockings of various colors and styles, and high heels, which are definitely not something that can be produced by the current technology in this world.

As an old pervert with a perverted heart, Diary opened his arms and hugged them one by one without hesitation and touched them all over.

Although his undead body prevented him from feeling physical impulses and pleasure, he could obtain incomparable satisfaction spiritually.

After a short while, this guy's face, neck and chest were covered with lip marks, and he was almost completely submerged in a "rough wave".

If an outsider saw this scene, the image of a powerful and mysterious wizard that Zuo Si had previously established in Illyrio's mind would probably collapse completely in a minute.

Fortunately, the diary does not need to worry about these women leaking any information that should not be disclosed.

Because with the magical power he now possesses, he can easily erase the memories that should not exist in the minds of these women.

Just as this guy was playing more and more extravagantly and excessively, he suddenly heard a familiar voice coming from a distance.

"Has Soth himself not returned yet?"

Daenerys, the "Mother of Dragons", was seen standing at the door of a house wearing a Gothic-style princess dress. Under the dress were white long stockings without a trace of dirt and round-toed high heels.

You don't need to ask to know that the reason why she dressed like this is 100% related to the instigation of a certain guy.

The diary struggled to get up from the "turbulent waves" and responded directly: "No, the master may not have time to visit you in the short term.

If you're feeling bored or lonely, consider finding something to do.

For example, try to develop the unique bloodline power in your body to see if you can gain some spellcasting abilities.

Oh, by the way, it's best to stay out less in the next month.

Because there is a good chance that some serious unrest is about to take place in Pentos."

"turmoil?"

There was a hint of doubt in Daenerys' eyes.

Because since he obtained three dragon hatchlings and declared his allegiance to the Phoenix God, Illyrio's power has become unprecedentedly strong.

She really couldn't think of anyone else who would dare to stand up against this governor who was becoming more and more like a tyrant.

"Don't ask so many questions. Don't forget, you promised to be a good and obedient house bird. If you get involved in these messy things, you will not be cute."

As it spoke, the diary waved its hands gently, releasing a ball of colorful light like a rainbow.

When the women surrounding him saw this scene, they immediately stopped all movements of their hands, their pupils dilated, giving people the feeling that their spirit and consciousness were under control.

Whenever there was something to be said that was not convenient for outsiders to hear, the Diary would use spells such as hypnosis and charm without hesitation to put all these women into a trance state, causing them to completely lose their perception of the outside world and forget everything that happened in the past few minutes.

This was obviously not the first time Daenerys had seen such a scene. She did not show any surprise or fear. Instead, she lowered her head and glanced at her exquisite dress. She asked in an uncertain tone, "If I keep wearing this, will it really attract Thors' attention and interest?"

The diary nodded without hesitation: "Of course! You have to trust my XP...

I mean vision.

Because I am his magical creation born from his memory and mind.

Although he always looks very serious, he actually has strong desires in his heart.

It's a pity that most of the time, his attention and energy were distracted by other things.

With your beauty, as long as you develop your figure a little, wear some clothes that can show your charm, and take the initiative, I believe your chances of success will be very high.

In addition, I suggest you learn some skills of pleasing men from the maids, which may be of unexpected use at a critical moment."

Soon, under the instigation of the diary, Daenerys followed a mature and sexy woman into a bedroom with a soft bed. After a while, some strange noises were heard.

The diary was lying on the thigh of another woman, with a lewd smile on her face, and she whispered softly: "Dear master, I have been working hard to get you out of that boring life like Frankenstein. But you are welcome, we are the same. Now, let me see what these players have done after coming to this world."

As the last word came out of his mouth, he conducted a large-scale scan through the magic crystal towers placed all over the world.

Although this method is far less detailed than the main brain Isadora who can directly share the five senses with the players, it can also roughly know the current location of all players.

…

At the same time, on the other side of the sea, in King's Landing, the capital of the Seven Kingdoms, the entire city was in a frenzy because of the tournament held by King Robert to celebrate the appointment of the new Prime Minister.

Especially the prize of 90,000 gold royals was enough to attract everyone except a very small number of top nobles.

What's more, this is also an excellent place to compete for honor and make the family name famous.

Therefore, anyone on the continent of Westeros who has a little confidence in his own strength has come to King's Landing from his hometown in an endless stream, dreaming of becoming famous in one battle and winning honor, wealth and the favor of noble ladies.

However, unlike the original martial arts competition, this time there are more variables, that is, a player group of up to thousands of people.

At this moment, Jack, who has an "ancient god-like appearance" and always wears a fully enclosed helmet on his head, is sitting in a pub. He enviously watches other teammates flirting with scantily clad waitresses in the local language, while indignantly taking a sip of strong liquor and cursing with gnashing teeth: "Fuck! This is simply naked discrimination! Why can't I learn a second language because of my low intelligence attribute?

Who designed these rules? They are a bunch of bullshit! I feel fucking targeted! "

“Hahahahaha!

Are you actually complaining that you don't have the chance to have fun like them?

But I think it doesn’t have to be like this.

Because after you take off your helmet, your hideous, terrifying face will easily cause adverse physiological reactions. Any woman who sees it will be so scared that she will turn around and run away immediately. She would rather not make this money. "

Wu Sheng couldn't help but burst into laughter.

It's impossible not to laugh! You know, Jack had been showing off and bragging that he had found a loophole in this game, that is, the intelligence attribute and the charm attribute are completely useless, and can be completely sacrificed like himself in exchange for advantages in strength, constitution or agility.

But who could have thought that retribution would come so quickly.

When the new world was opened, the system injected several languages unique to the new world into the brains of all players. With Jack's intelligence attribute of "up to" five points, he was unable to handle even one of them.

This meant that he could not communicate with any of the indigenous residents and could only watch as others flirted with the plump and sexy barmaids and went to the brothels on other streets to have fun without restraint.

Coupled with that ugly face that makes everyone vomit crazily when the helmet is taken off, it is basically impossible to solve physiological problems in the game.

This embarrassing situation can only be changed when players reach higher levels and master more spells and magic items in the future.

Jack rolled his eyes in annoyance and said, "Get lost! I'm really depressed right now, don't make fun of me. By the way, where did Caroline go? Why haven't I seen her since we arrived in King's Landing?"

"Caroline has taken people to deal with the merchant ships and goods belonging to other trading city-states that we intercepted at sea."

Mr. Wu gave a straightforward answer.

It was not difficult to tell from the sharp cold light that flashed in his eyes that the team of players led by him and Jack were not "white lotus".

Just the opposite!

As long as there is a chance, they never mind grabbing one.

Just on the very short sea route from leaving Pentos to entering Blackwater Bay, the two hundred and fifty players transformed themselves into pirates and successfully looted four merchant ships, taking all the cargo and money on board for themselves.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have so much currency from this world on hand, and he wouldn't be able to go in and out of places like taverns and brothels all day long.

In fact, the behavior of Jack and Wu Sheng’s team is not an isolated case, but a common phenomenon.

Because the players are completely penniless when they come to this world.

If you want to get enough money in a short period of time, you can either accept employment and earn commissions, or use your clever mind and close teamwork to cheat, or simply use your extraordinary strength to rob.

Although there are people who choose the first two ways to make money, they are far inferior to the third way which is simple, quick and crude.

There was also an elite guy who tasted the sweetness and gave himself the title of "Pirate King" and simply started a no-cost business on the narrow sea sandwiched between the two continents.

It didn't take long before more than a dozen ships were gathered. Together with the players and small groups of pirates who had voluntarily surrendered, the total force had reached 800 people.

They even successfully looted a town in a coastal noble territory, which has aroused the vigilance and attention of the royal fleet stationed on Dragonstone.

Just when Jack was about to say something, Caroline came in from the tavern with a few players. Without saying a word, she sat down on a chair and reported excitedly, "Guess how much I sold that batch of goods for?"

"How many?"

An expectant expression appeared on Wu Sheng's face.

"Twenty-five thousand gold royals! Due to the recent martial arts competition, a large number of foreigners have flocked in, so the prices of food and drinks here have tripled.

In addition, I also sold two of the four small ships, which together amounted to eight thousand gold royals.

In other words, including the cash robbed before, the team already has nearly 40,000 gold dragons in starting capital.

Now we have two options.

One is to use the money and the two large ships to do business and make a profit by buying low and selling high.

Another was to stockpile large quantities of food, iron, leather, weapons, armor, arrows and other war supplies before the war broke out.

When the war breaks out, we can not only sell these stored materials at a sky-high price, but also use them to quickly arm an army and become a force that can influence the outcome of the war."

Caroline went straight to the point and told him all the plans she could think of.

The more she understood the profession of mage, the more she realized the importance of wealth, and she was eager to save up a large sum of money quickly.

Jack bowed his head and thought for a moment, then quickly said, "I think we should stockpile war supplies."

"What a coincidence! I thought so too.

After all, making money is only one of our goals. The most important thing is to cultivate the team through war and killing, improve the professional level, and make everyone stronger.

What's more, we want to make a name for ourselves through this martial arts tournament and let those great noble lords see the strength of our team.

When the war breaks out, they will rush to hire us at high prices."

Mr. Wu also expressed his own views.

"OK! That's settled! Caroline, since there's nothing to do during the martial arts tournament, you should take some people by boat to other places and purchase war supplies at the lowest possible price." Jack gave the order decisively.

Caroline nodded immediately and said, "Okay! I will set off with my men tomorrow morning.

Oh, by the way, regarding the tourney, I heard that there is a very noteworthy contestant named Gregor Clegane.

Because of his strong physique and great strength, he is nicknamed the Mountain.

It is said that there is no other warrior in the entire continent of Westeros who is more powerful and threatening than him.

Especially the heavy armor he was wearing, ordinary people couldn't even move.

If you meet him in a match, be careful. I don't want to hear that you've been eliminated or killed."

"Gregor Clegane? The Mountain? Haha, if I really meet him in the competition, I will let him know what the ultimate power is, and then smash his head and helmet into a meat pie with a war hammer."

After saying that, a fierce light flashed in Jack's eyes wrapped in the fully enclosed helmet, and the hideous smile on his face was enough to give people nightmares for months in a row.

…

Elsewhere, the players' sudden arrival attracted the attention of a conspirator in King's Landing.

He was none other than Petyr "Littlefinger" Baelish.

Since he had many informants and was in overt and covert control of many brothels, taverns, hotels and other places, it was very easy for him to spot this group of powerful outsiders with quite "characteristic" appearance.

After all, when players create their characters, almost without exception they incorporate a mix of bloodlines, making them look quite weird even if their basic race is human.

What's more, there are non-human races such as dwarves, elves, gnomes, halflings, and orcs.

If one or two appear by chance, perhaps they can be explained as freaks.

But if thousands of them appear at once and you still believe that this is some kind of coincidence, it is really an insult to your intelligence.

At least Petyr Baelish would never believe it.

However, what really interested him in the player group was not just their strong strength and strange appearance, but the players' naked and undisguised contempt and disdain for the nobility and even the royal family.

Even when these guys see the carriages of kings, queens, princes, dukes and other nobles passing by, they will not bow their heads or kneel like ordinary civilians. Instead, they will comment on them in a language that others cannot understand.

And as long as they are willing to pay enough, they don't mind what their employers ask them to do or who they ask them to kill, even if the target is King Robert.

Petyr Baelish thought this attitude of getting paid for work was simply amazing!

If he can make good use of it or even control it, he can easily accomplish many plans that were originally impossible.

Thinking of this, the conspirator slowly picked up the intelligence that his men had just sent him and read it carefully. After about three to five minutes, he asked without even looking up, "Are these weirdos from the free trade city-Pentos?"

“Yes, my lord.

A businessman who just returned from there said that something very big had happened in Pentos recently.

As the governor, Illyrio not only obtained the help of a powerful wizard and hatched dragon eggs to obtain three baby dragons, but also married Viserys Targaryen.

This group of weirdos were summoned by the wizard.

There were probably more than 10,000 of them in total, some of whom stayed in Pentos, some went south to Slaver's Bay, and the rest crossed the sea to King's Landing."

The spy hiding in the darkness reported cautiously.

"Wait! What did you say? Who did Illyrio, the Magister of Pentos, marry?"

Petyr Baelish widened his eyes in shock, as if he couldn't believe what he had just heard.

The spy's mouth twitched violently, and he repeated in a low voice: "He married Viserys Targary."

"Are you sure it's Viserys Targaryen, and not Daenerys Targaryen?"

Petyr Baelish subconsciously licked his lips with his tongue, and suddenly felt that his three views were seriously challenged.

Although he had seen many clients with different sexual orientations and XP while running a brothel, the problem was that these people had been like this from the beginning and definitely did not suddenly change overnight like Illyrio.

“I am quite sure, sir.

This matter is already known to everyone in Pentos and is not a secret at all.

In addition, Illyrio also cleared out other religions and gods in the city, and now only worships the Phoenix God - Benu.

According to the description of local believers, this god has performed miracles in various city-states along the coast of Essos, and the priests he chooses often possess magical powers of fire and healing.

Therefore, the number of believers is rising rapidly, and has completely overwhelmed the Lord of Light - R'hllor.

Even many city-states have converted the original Temple of the King of Light into the Phoenix Temple."

The spy quickly told the information he had without reservation.

Especially when he mentioned God, his hands were obviously shaking slightly, and it was unclear whether it was out of awe or fear.

After all, as a true god, Benu far surpasses other known gods in this world in terms of the scope of his miracles and the scale of his divine powers.

This is simply a dimensionality reduction attack for the ignorant and blind civilians.

"Wizards, dragons, strange people of unknown origin, and the Phoenix God who has never been heard of...it seems that this world is undergoing some changes that I don't know about." Petyr Baelish rubbed his chin and muttered to himself.

But soon, he picked up a pen and paper and wrote a letter in a very fast motion, handed it to his men and instructed: "Take this letter and a few precious gifts, go to Pentos and try to contact the wizard. If the situation permits, it would be best to invite him to Westeros, and tell him that I have many things like dragon eggs that he may be interested in."

"As you wish."

The spy took the envelope without a word, turned around and disappeared into the darkness without a trace.

As soon as he left, a naked woman slowly walked in from the door, hugged the conspirator from behind, and tried every trick in the book to please him.

But unfortunately, Petyr Baelish was in no mood for such a thing. He gently pushed it away, burned the information on the table, and turned to leave this crowded den of money.

He was now eager to test whether the "Octospider", whom he regarded as his only rival, had also learned about the changes in Pentos, and how he would react to the fact that his old friend married Viserys Targaryen.

Most importantly, Varys has always had an inexplicable hatred for magic and wizards.

But now, these things that were once considered extinct and non-existent are showing signs of recovery.

Especially the hatching of the dragon, which symbolizes the hegemony of the Targaryen family, would definitely make the usurper Robert feel uneasy and frightened.

In this situation, if he made a few wrong decisions, the originally stable situation in the seven countries would immediately take a sharp turn for the worse.

When war and chaos once again sweep across the continent, the ladder that Petyr Baelish has been waiting to climb will appear.

So no matter what the angle, he must quickly find out the real purpose that Varys has been trying to hide, and at the same time let Robert know the changes in Pentos...

(End of this chapter)