Chapter 63 Governor's Residence

The storm was like a herd of horses that had broken free from their reins, galloping in the thunder and lightning, and the torrential rain whipped the ground, like waves and tides, and it was a vast expanse of water.

After giving the order, Mungo rushed to the camp of the wounded, wanting to say his final goodbye to Kosoro, but at this time, the other party had already fallen asleep. Being a reserved person, he leaned forward but could not say anything.

The marching horn suddenly sounded, and he hurriedly turned around and left, riding his warhorse out of the camp.

At that moment, Kosoro moved, as if there was no music in the world that could inspire the spirit more than the sound of the horn. As long as he could hear this sound, he could charge for Kao again.

In the distant free trade city-state of Pentos, overlooking the entire port of Pentos from the house of Illyrio Mopatis, it was calm, the sun was brilliant, the sky was clear and almost connected to the ocean, and a few thin clouds floated with the breeze.

Pentos was originally ruled by a prince, who was chosen from 40 adult men of noble families and ruled for life.

But over the centuries, the prince's power was gradually surpassed by the governors, who only performed ceremonial functions. For example, the people of Pentos believed that the gods were angry with them, which led to the loss of war or crop failure. They would cut the prince's throat and sacrifice him to the gods to appease the gods' anger.

So during the war between Pentos and Braavos, four princes were sacrificed in one year.

Today, Pentos is actually ruled by governors.

And Illyrio Mopatis is such a wealthy merchant governor of Pentos.

His fat body, lying on his back under the beautiful cherry tree, his hands full of gem rings, infatuatedly stroking a pair of severed hands treasured in amber.

Occasionally, he would look at the table beside him with a sad look. On it was a silver pendant box with a painted portrait inside. The portrait depicted a beautiful woman with blue eyes and light blonde hair dotted with silver threads.

The governor's greasy yellow forked beard trembled slightly, revealing a mouthful of uneven yellow teeth, and he said to himself:

"Dear Silla, every time I see the house, I will be shocked by the beauty of that beautiful girl. This will undoubtedly make me miss the happy time with you. However, that girl is too timid and shy. She looks nervous and frightened all day long. This may bring some difficulties to our plan."

Until an Unsullied guard came to report that the invited guests had arrived at the main gate of the house, the governor hurriedly came back to his senses. He stared at the waiter beside him carefully, put away these treasures carefully, and then let the Unsullied lead the guests in with confidence.

"Illyrio, your friend received a letter and rushed from the disputed land without stopping, but was blocked outside the brick wall with iron spikes and could not get proper hospitality. As the host, you are here alone to leisurely admire your heroic appearance in your youth."

The man who came was a man dressed as a mercenary, but he hardly looked like a warrior. He was fat, had a big round head, light gray eyes, and sparse hair was parted to cover his bald head.

He is the current leader of the Golden Group, Harry Strickland, also known as "Homeless Harry". He boasts that he is "loyal to the Golden Group for four generations". This is because his great-grandfather supported Daemon Blackfyre's rebellion and lost his family fiefdom. Since then, three generations from Harry's grandfather were born in foreign countries, raised and raised in the Golden Group, and fought for the mercenary group.

Illyrio followed Harry's gaze and took a look at the statue of a naked boy standing in the pool surrounded by six cherry trees. The statue was handsome and elegant, holding an assassin's dagger in a fighting posture. The governor was a poor assassin when he was young, with nothing but a strong body and an unusually handsome appearance.

After a moment, he greeted him with enthusiasm and said with a smile:

"Look at yourself in the past, and then look at yourself now, I can't help but want to cry."

Captain Harry laughed at the joke, but he didn't come alone. Behind him was a red-haired man wearing a valuable golden armband. This man didn't look like a good person and looked difficult to mess with.

"Illyrio, let me introduce you. This is Ser Tristan Rivers, a core member of the Golden Company."

The Governor's intelligence immediately matched this person: Captain Harry's confidant, from the Riverlands of Westeros. Rivers is his surname as a bastard, an outlaw exiled by the lord.

Illyrio is rich and good at manipulating personal relationships. Thinking of this, he immediately put on a more generous smile and said:

"Ser Tristan Rivers, welcome to your arrival. Please forgive the stubbornness of the Unsullied. They are so boring, but the house needs them to protect it to prevent the Targaryen brothers and sisters from being assassinated by Westeros. After all, the Golden Company unites people with lofty ideals like you closely, not just to regain their homes. Of course, please let me treat you properly."

"Haha, these are all irrelevant. Let's talk about your letters." Captain Harry laughed and patted Tristan Rivers' arm, signaling him not to play the bad temper of the mercenary, and then asked Governor Illyrio:

"You should know that the Golden Group has just signed a contract with Myr. The Tyroshis promised double the remuneration and more benefits, trying to get us to cancel the contract. It may not be wise for me not to refuse it outright, which makes some people begin to doubt the credibility of the Golden Group. And why do you want us to agree to the employment of the Volantis? If there is no reasonable explanation, the brothers in the group will suspect that I am possessed."

Illyrio did not answer in a hurry. He led the two to a private room and ordered the Unsullied to guard the door tightly. Then he slowly said:

"The Widow of the Waterside promised to rent her waterway and warehouse to me for free."

"So you persuaded us to work for the Volantis for your own benefit." Tristan Rivers said impatiently.

Illyrio felt a little disgusted with this man's impulsiveness. He didn't show any strange expression on his face. He just waved his hand like a fly and said:

"This is just my honesty as a friend. Let's talk about some specific content. First of all, the Volantis offer the same employment contract as the Tyroshis, but they are willing to give the Golden Group more benefits, that is, the same weight of gold as Captain Harry Strickland, to make up for the loss of credibility caused by your breaking the treaty."

All mercenary groups and even the Golden Group are the same. This group of people are the dead souls, scavengers, and liars wandering in Essos. Their members are all disgraced and homeless. Their so-called credibility is just that the benefits are not enough.

Harry Strickland and Tristan Rivers didn't say anything else. They were obviously moved.

Illyrio knew these people too well, because he was once one of them, and he knew that if Captain Harry wanted to convince the top leaders of the Golden Group, he needed a more critical reason:

"Harry, do you remember our plan?"

This chapter is to make up for yesterday, and there are two more chapters today.