"The person standing in front of you is the king of the seven kingdoms and the guardian of the whole territory, not some second prince."
Viserys did not speak, but the female knight standing behind him held the hilt of her sword with one hand and spoke in a cold voice in broken Common Tongue.
After a period of adaptation, Mia now has a clear understanding of the grudges between the Targaryen family and the Iron Throne of Westeros, which is also her part of the job.
Petyr Baelish showed a slightly formulaic wry smile on his face, and then bowed and saluted again.
"Okay, Your Majesty."
Of course he knew to call Viserys king, but due to his limited position, he couldn't act too humble.
'A worthless commodity cannot be sold for a price.'
All this was part of his preset opening remarks. Petyr did not panic, and then straightened up his words before continuing.
"You may not have heard of such a humble name when we first met. Please allow me to introduce myself to you. My name is Petyr Baelish."
"I come from the smallest finger on the Five Fingers, and now serve as Lord Chancellor of the Lord's Council on His Majesty Robert Baratheon I."
Although he is not very old, his dark hair has a few gray streaks in it. Petyr Baelish stood in the hall and talked without any stage fright.
He placed his status very low and made no secret of the fact that he only came from an inconspicuous small family.
But he also emphasized his current status, as King Robert's finance minister, he was qualified to meet Viserys as an envoy.
"And the two people standing next to me..."
Lord Baelish then turned around and wanted to introduce Viserys to the two men standing beside him.
However, at this moment, Viserys, who was sitting on the throne and wearing light-colored casual clothes, suddenly spoke.
"I know your name, Lord Baelish."
"Don't belittle yourself."
The handsome silver-haired young man spoke in a calm voice. This was the first time he spoke after meeting Robert's envoy, and his voice echoed in the empty hall.
"Oh, how do you know..."
Viserys suddenly spoke and caught Little Finger off guard. The short man was slightly stunned. He did not expect that Viserys actually knew his name.
It's just... I don't know how much the other party knows about me?
"You once came to Pentos and lobbied the governors of Pentos to take action against me."
"Am I right?"
Viserys's voice was still calm, but it made Petyr Baelish sweatdrop from his forehead. He was speechless and didn't know how to speak.
"This, this...Your Majesty..."
He did secretly visit Pentos and Braavos, but this should be a highly confidential matter, but he never expected that Viserys would know about it.
If he had known about this earlier, he would not have taken up the position of envoy even if he was killed. Wouldn't this be a suicide?
Is there a spy in the Royal Council? Who leaked the news?
Then he thought of that damn old man Jon Arryn, who insisted on sending himself on a mission and even put on an I-do-you-good expression.
When he goes back, that stupid woman Lysa must repay this debt twice as much, Petyr thought bitterly.
Viserys' words caused cold sweat to flow from Littlefinger's forehead in an instant.
He quickly screened every suspicious candidate in his mind, and at the same time, he was thinking quickly about how to deal with it. Sophistry was definitely useless. Since Viserys had brought it up, he must have obtained absolute evidence.
Down below, Hendry and Barristan, who were standing behind the chief envoy Baelish, looked at each other. Barristan saw the nervousness in the young man's eyes.
Then the gray-haired captain of the Kingsguard took a deep breath and lowered his head. In fact, he was a little nervous inside, fearing that Viserys would recognize him.
His Royal Highness has changed a lot from those days, when he was just a six- or seven-year-old child with a naughty personality.
And now he has tens of thousands of soldiers and three giant dragons in his hands. Sitting on the throne, every word and action exerts strong psychological pressure on people. Petyr Baelish's forehead is boiling after just a few words.
Cold sweat.
The atmosphere in the hall was a little tense, and the usurper's envoy was speechless.
The corners of the mouth of the female knight standing behind Viserys raised slightly, and her eyes looked past Petyr and the unknown noble from the Seven Kingdoms, and fell on the old knight wearing bright armor and white robes.
The Usurper's Kingsguard?
Mia's hand holding the hilt of the sword clenched slightly.
However, at this moment, it was Viserys who came to the rescue for Baelish, who was sweating.
"Don't be nervous, Lord Baelish."
Viserys spoke, staring at the other person with a pair of lavender eyes, as if he had seen through the other person.
What Petyr didn't know was that Viserys knew him far better than he knew himself.
This is a man who is gifted in money and trade, and is an unrivaled master of intrigues in the Seven Kingdoms. He is good at playing with power.
"I have no intention of holding you accountable. On the contrary, I want to thank you."
"If you hadn't encouraged those idiots to attack me, I might not have had the chance to capture Pentos so easily."
But this time the bitter smile on Petyr's face was genuine, and he bowed slightly and saluted again.
"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your tolerance."
Littlefinger's graceful and unhurried attitude had disappeared.
Then he had no choice but to continue the topic and introduce the two people behind him.
"Your Majesty, this Hendry Bracken is the nephew of Lord Janos Bracken, Earl of Stonehedge."
The brown-haired young man standing next to Petyr looked a little nervous. It seemed that Viserys' few words just now had frightened him.
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty."
Hendry quickly imitated the little finger's gesture and bowed deeply, almost kneeling on the ground and kowtow.
"This is Lord Robert's Captain of the Kingsguard, Ser Barristan Selmy."
"His Majesty."
The white-haired knight who was called out could not continue to lower his head and pretend to be stupid. He could only take a deep breath, then looked at Viserys with piercing eyes and said.
He just hoped that Viserys had forgotten about him.
To his dismay, Viserys still remembered him.
"Well, Ser Barristan, long time no see."
Viserys just nodded and said hello to the captain of the Kingsguard, but didn't say much, which made him worry about gain and loss.
Then Littlefinger sorted out his emotions, and then formally began to talk about the mission's purpose.
Robert finally couldn't stand the pressure anymore.
The defeats in the two wars made him realize that the White Walkers could not be defeated by relying on human strength, so he thought of the red-robed witch who disappeared after the Battle of Winterfell.
She once said that the Night King is ice and the dragon is fire. The only thing that can defeat the Night King is the raging dragon flames.
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 Viserys for help.
Robert fled from Winterfell all the way to the Twins, and then tossed and turned sleepless at night. Finally, after discussions with his staff and careful consideration for a long time, he decided to send a raven to King's Landing and let his foster father Jon
·Aylin has full authority to arrange this matter.
But he himself was so embarrassed that he didn't even write a handwritten letter asking for help.
But of course, Robert actually had no good intentions under the guise of asking Viserys for help.
This time the envoy left King's Landing almost beating gongs and drums, for fear that some people would not know that the Iron Throne was asking for help from the Targaryen family, hoping that the other party would lend a helping hand.
This is a well-known conspiracy, but the people of King's Landing naturally don't think about any conspiracy or conspiracy. They just cheer and cheer as if they see hope.
But of course, this matter was definitely not arranged by Robert. Although Robert relented, he still wanted to face it.
And Jon Arryn is quite mature at his age, and he knows that shamelessness is of no use, and victory is only gained by laughing in the end.
"White Walkers, dragons, wildlings...etc., these legendary things that can easily tear us apart appear one after another."
"Let them kill each other. Only in this way can the world become a better place."