Denzo Dehan, nicknamed the 'Warrior Poet', is another captain of this mercenary group and the right-hand man of this gray-haired old man.
This time, the mercenary group divided into batches and used various channels to show their magical powers and infiltrated into Pentos for the next big plan.
If this big plan succeeds, they will directly transform themselves from mercenaries whose lives are worthless to mention and change their destiny.
From now on, you will be rich and prosperous.
Even... become the master of Pentos.
"We don't have to worry about Danzo."
"He has his own sense of proportion."
The gray-haired old man was sitting on the horse with his expression unchanged, looking very calm.
But in fact, he also has some drumming in his heart.
This is a very risky decision but the rewards are also amazing. Risks and opportunities coexist.
He kept his name anonymous to the outside world and never mentioned his real name to others. Others only knew that he had been a candidate to be the next Prince of Pentos thirty years ago, but he refused the appointment of the governors and fled his hometown.
From then on, he began to wander between various mercenary groups. He once joined the Second Son Group, the Iron Shield Group and the Mu Nu Group. Finally, he left these mercenary groups and established his own mercenary group with five partners.
corps.
Eventually it became a famous Feng Chui group in the disputed land.
He is the only one of the six founders of the Fengchui Group who is still alive today, and he is also the current leader of the Fengchui Group.
Thirty years have passed, and now I don’t know his name. I just call him ‘Prince of Tags’ or ‘King of Tags’.
Because his most iconic costume is the colorful cloak, because these are sewn from the clothes of the enemies he killed with his own hands.
And he claimed that if he took off his "rags", he would become the most inconspicuous person in the crowd.
"Is it?"
Hearing the Tattered Prince's trust in Denzo Dehan, the Dothraki frowned slightly, but said nothing more.
The brothers led by Kago are more brave and good at fighting, while the other captain Danzo is more focused on wisdom, maturity and stability.
Therefore, although they are both the right-hand men of the Tattered Prince, in some matters, the Tattered Prince trusts Danzo more and lets him take charge of it alone instead of Kago.
"Is this plan reliable?"
"Boss."
The Dothraki with clear scars on his cheeks rode a war horse and walked side by side with the Tattered Prince, then turned around and asked.
"Of course I trust the strength of the brothers in the regiment, but we don't know that..."
Kago is afraid of being betrayed by the other party or not abiding by the agreement.
He really wants to say some derogatory words, such as little devil.
But when he faced the young man, he couldn't help but dare not look at him. He only dared to lower his head and count his toes.
"Kago, what kind of person do you think he is?"
The Tattered Prince naturally knew what his men wanted to say. The streets were bustling with people, and his long gray hair was blown by the wind. Then the old man turned his head to look at Kago and asked.
Kago heard the captain's words while riding his horse and thought for a moment, recalling what Viserys looked like after boarding the ship.
The young king was wearing a snow-white fox fur, his eyes were as bright as stars, he was tall and tall, with a sword hanging from his waist. His speech and behavior were generous and informal, and he only dared to board their ship with just one entourage.
There was no fear at all.
Even his aura alone suppressed the others present.
The leader of the Wind Blowing Regiment, Prince Tattered Clothes, sat opposite him, while Kago, Denzo DeHaan, and the torture officer 'Beauty' Meris all stood behind their boss.
However, these murderous mercenaries were at a loss when faced with a young man of noble status.
‘Beauty’ Meris even turned red and didn’t know where to put her hands and feet. Only their boss, Prince Tattered Clothes, still spoke well and behaved appropriately.
After all, the Tattered Prince is different from people like them who come from mud-legged backgrounds and have never seen big events.
He was once one of the heirs of the Forty Pentos family and received a good education since childhood.
Although the Tattered Prince's aura was suppressed when facing Viserys, he involuntarily lowered his head as soon as they met.
However, the subsequent performance was still stable.
In the end, everyone was happy with the result of the meeting on the boat.
The Tattered Prince was not shy about his age and had no mental barriers. He crawled on the ground and swore allegiance to Viserys, who was almost forty years younger than him.
And Viserys took out the Dusk he was wearing around his waist and put it on the shoulders of the old man who was kneeling on the ground.
The scarlet sword exuded a faint light, as dazzling as the blood of the setting sun, which made the Tattered Prince shudder.
Viserys then accepted the Tattered Prince's allegiance.
"he..."
I don’t know why when I think back to that dazzling little king Kago, I don’t know how to evaluate him.
Momentarily speechless.
The identities and levels of the two are so different that they are not on the same level at all.
...
Two days later.
The year 291 of the Aegon calendar has arrived.
Snowflakes were falling from the sky once again. Two heavy snowfalls in just five days undoubtedly showed that this winter may be unusual.
Pantos’ traditional festival celebrations also officially kicked off.
The night has not yet fallen on this day, but the streets have already begun to be decorated with lights and festive banners everywhere.
Pentos is a multi-ethnic and multi-faith city-state, and each nation and faith has different festivals.
But the arrival of the new year is a carnival that everyone in Pentos will participate in.
On this day, businessmen are willing to offer wealth to the Night Lion and pray for more harvest in the coming year.
The old woman placed a statue of the weeping woman in her home.
The Hooded Walker is worshiped by the poor, Ba'kalon is the god of soldiers, and even the Dothraki honor their horse god.
The more widespread followers are the believers of R'hllor, who light bonfires before the sun sets, praying that R'hllor will bring the sun in the new year and dispel the cold and darkness.
The belief in the Seven Gods, which is widely popular in Westeros and Andalos, is only a second-rate religion in Pentos, and the Rhoynar belief in natural creatures is even rarer.
And on New Year's Day, the prince of Pentos will personally ejaculate the virgin dedicated to this land and sea.
clang--
The harsh sound spread far away, and the gongs and drums dispersed the crowd on the street.
The guards of Pentos wore ceremonial armor and gorgeous ceremonial guards, protecting the titular head of Pentos, Prince Pentos, as he walked through the streets.
Prince Pentos was riding in a golden sedan chair, and the three chief ceremonial officers held ritual vessels in their hands to clear the way for him.
Viserys did not ride a horse today, but rode a sedan with Prince Pentos to tour the entire rich city-state.
Night fell.
The entire Pentos fell into a sea of joy, and people cheered for the honor guard of the Prince of Pentos.
There were even bold girls who stood on the second floor and lifted up their skirts, and flowers continued to fall from the heights.
However, there was also farce, as someone in the crowd suddenly let out strange screams, and at the same time, various insults and obscene words were uttered to the governor.
After all, these wealthy merchant governors are oligarchs who monopolize one or even several industries, control prices arbitrarily, and squeeze the hard-earned money of the common people. Naturally, some people are dissatisfied.
The guards started arresting people in a frenzy.
I don’t know how much time passed after that.
The team finally completed their tour around the city in embarrassment, and then headed straight to the prince's palace.