Barcao sat carelessly on the ivory and gold throne, his braids mixed with some gray hair hanging down his back, and his pair of light yellow-brown eyes swept over everyone present.
Then he patted his son Drogo on the shoulder and proudly introduced him loudly in Dothraki.
"He is the greatest mounted warrior in the world, destined to lead the Khal of Khalasar in the future."
Old Khal's bloodriders stood behind him with arakhs on their waists, staring fiercely at the surrounding governors of Pentos, including the young king Viserys not far away.
And the son of Khal named Drogo sat next to his father and was wiping the blood on his hands with the luxurious silk satin that had just been placed on Prince Pentos' table.
Drogo seemed a little taciturn, but when he just started to kill the herald who symbolized war, he didn't hesitate at all. It was as simple as squeezing a chicken to death.
Then Drogo heard his father's voice, raised his head slightly, and just made a dull sound of 'hmm' in his mouth without saying anything else.
His dark and profound eyes looked around at everyone present, only briefly stopping on Viserys, and then moved elsewhere.
This taciturn son of Khal was not targeting Viserys, but Drogo noticed that he did not seem to be very old, and was a little surprised as to why a young man appeared in this high-profile banquet.
There was silence in the main hall, except for some whispers.
Translators who were proficient in Dothraki translated King Horse's words to their respective masters. All the governors looked at each other, not knowing what to say.
Viserys was not equipped with an interpreter, so he did not understand what Khal Barb was saying. He just sat quietly in his seat and looked at everyone present with a scrutinizing gaze.
He felt that this banquet was becoming more and more interesting, and there was a new discovery every second.
Viserys was initially a little surprised by the savagery and rudeness of the Dothraki, and shouted loudly in the gorgeous hall.
However, until he watched the old Khal leading his bloodriders rush up the steps, the thoughts in Viserys' mind were refreshed again, and he became surprised at Pentos' weakness.
Immediately afterwards, the drama did not stop. Every minute and every second, people were surprised to find that Prince Pentos was so frightened by the horse king that he peed his pants, got off the throne and huddled in the corner alone.
The herald, who was holding a steel sword in his hand to symbolize war, was killed by the young Dothraki man who looked a little scary with his bare hands, and his body was thrown down the steps.
But all the governors of Pentos present were astonished. They all wanted to shrink their heads into their necks. Not even one of them dared to speak. Viserys was actually the straightest one among the 'lords' present.
that one.
"this..."
Viserys was shocked beyond measure by these intensely stimulating scenes.
"Pentos...is so weak?"
Viserys never imagined that a few Dothraki could shit on the necks of the governors of Pentos.
Although the prince of Pentos is just a symbolic puppet, after all, as the nominal master of the city-state, he was so humiliated by the Dothraki that none of these governors even had a voice. And this is still in Pentos, their own
One-third of an acre of land.
Viserys led four thousand elite Andal warriors to Pentos. Pentos was in such a panic that they couldn't even close the city gates.
However, at that time, Viserys still had a little respect for this ancient city-state.
After all, the tall city walls and magnificent buildings all show the profound and long historical heritage of Pentos.
Although Andalus has miraculously risen rapidly, it is still far from being a giant city-state like Pentos, whether it is historical background, population, economy or military.
Although it seems that Pentos cannot even raise an army of 10,000 men at the moment, that is because of the restrictions of the humiliation clause. Pentos still has strong war potential.
now.
The last bit of awe in Viserys's heart not long ago disappeared, and he could only watch the farce in front of him with a cold eye, and even had some faint activity in his heart.
Then, Viserys heard Barbokar mutter something in Dothraki, and then patted the young Dothraki beside him.
The Dothraki who had been noticed by Viserys for a long time raised his head and looked around. Everyone's throats rolled when they faced the son of Khal, and then they quickly lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at each other.
Eye.
And his eyes paused for a moment at Viserys, and the little king happened to be looking at him at that time.
The two people's eyes met.
Those dark and deep eyes were unruffled, as if they were examining a piece of prey.
However, Viserys felt a strong sense of crisis from his scalp to his heels, which was like a biological instinctive warning mechanism. When faced with a beast that could threaten his life, Viserys issued a strong warning, telling him to stay away quickly.
"This guy..."
The young man's brows furrowed slightly, and he couldn't help but clench his fingers on the table.
However, Drogo's eyes only stayed on Viserys for a second, and then the two men's eyes shifted away from each other.
"Kaal Barb just said that the man was his son, named Drogo."
"He is...the best mounted warrior in the world."
And at this time.
Illyrio, who was sitting next to Viserys, looked at the farce that had just happened but also looked on with indifference. There was no movement on his face, and then he whispered in Viserys's ear.
Illyrio didn't bring a translator, and he seemed to be able to understand Dothraki on his own.
"Um."
Viserys nodded slightly, and then he was startled again, then turned his head and looked at the wealthy merchant governor beside him.
"My Lord Governor, what did you just say about the son of Barboca?"
Illyrio was stunned for a moment, then explained again.
"Drogo."
"Drogo?"
Viserys sat in his chair for a long time, blinked, and then took a deep breath.
In fact, when he suddenly faced the murderer who killed him in the original trajectory of the future, he thought he would be scared and panicked. After all, few people can face their own life and death indifferently, especially the murderer who killed him.
However the reality is…
Viserys tried to feel it and found that he did not seem to have such emotions in his heart.