Listening to Viserys Targaryen's questioning words, Magister Illyrio broke out in a cold sweat.
These three dragon eggss, he had bought them from a merchant from Asshai, costing him enough gold dragons to buy three castles!
"Your... Your Majesty..."
Magister Illyrio was so scared he stammered.
Hoarding dragon eggss was a great crime, considered rebellion!
He had even kept this a secret from his good brother, Varys.
He never imagined that such a clandestine matter would be seen through by Viserys at a glance!
"Could it be..."
Magister Illyrio was drenched in sweat: "Is he really the legendary prophet, all-knowing and all-seeing?"
"Dreamwalker, it seems it's truly not a rumor!"
Magister Illyrio sighed.
He was glad he had followed Varys's advice and joined the young Dragon King's banner early, thus escaping disaster.
Thinking of the self-important Sealord in the Iron Bank of Braavos, Magister Illyrio felt an immense sense of irony.
One day, he too would wield power over the world like him.
"Your Majesty, there are indeed three stone eggs that are highly suspicious," Magister Illyrio nodded hastily: "To prevent them from falling into the usurper's hands, I bought them all and offered them to Your Majesty!"
At these words, everyone immediately looked suspicious.
As he spoke, a wooden box was carried up by soldiers, neatly arranged with three stone eggs of different colors.
Looking at them, one was as black as ink, its surface shimmering with a blood-red luster; one was emerald green, with bronze spots attracting the surrounding light like a galaxy; one was an azure gold, its bottom patterns milky white like milk!
Black, green, and gold, matching the colors of the three-headed dragon on the Targaryen Family banner!
"Truly a masterpiece!"
Maester Daniel's eyes almost popped out.
With just one look, he confirmed these were true dragon eggs, definitely not the fakes Viserys Targaryen had specially used to deceive Robert Baratheon before.
They were beautiful and mysterious, truly living works of art!
Viserys Targaryen's eyes narrowed, and the attributes of the three dragon eggss appeared before him!
"Indeed, all are descendants of Dreamfire!"
Looking at the row of attributes described in High Valyrian before him, Viserys Targaryen finally felt relieved.
The lord of light was indeed not omnipotent!
All talk of r'hllor, the lord of light manifesting miracles and hatching dragons, were lies from those priests!
To put it bluntly, it was all due to Daenerys Targaryen accidentally triggering the Targaryen Family's blood magic.
At this moment, Viserys Targaryen no longer feared the gods as he once did.
In his eyes, so-called gods were merely powerful, eerie creatures!
"These dragon eggss can't be sold again!" Maester Daniel said with a pained expression, looking at the treasures before him.
"Naturally!" Viserys Targaryen nodded in agreement.
What he had sold to the City-State of Astapor were merely dead eggs of the Targaryen Family that could not hatch and had completely petrified.
Aside from looking good, they had no other use.
The Targaryen Family's inability to distinguish the activity of dragon eggss was why their control over them was so strict.
But Viserys Targaryen had no such concerns.
He used these worthless stones to acquire an Unsullied Army most loyal to him.
That's right, not freed slaves, but a slave army!
He was not Daenerys Targaryen, that naive wheel-breaker, who insisted on making enemies of the nobles and Great Masters of this world.
In terms of strength and birth, Viserys Targaryen was the top predator in this world, the master of true dragons!
Even during the time of Old Valyria, the Forty Dragonlords were still the greatest slave owners at the pinnacle of the pyramid!
Viserys would never be so foolish as to destroy the foundation of his own rule.
"We are about to acquire an Unsullied Army of ten thousand!"
At these words, all the nobles' eyes lit up.
Ten thousand Unsullied, this was a powerful force comparable to the Golden Company, enough to overthrow a small country.
And Viserys Targaryen would directly become their master!
With an army, why fear not having territory?
Now that Viserys Targaryen commanded a great army, why remain confined to Pentos?
"Fight!"
"Fight!"
"Fight!"
Ser Willem Darry excitedly raised his fist and was the first to shout.
Never mind the barbarian Khal Drogo, even if the Ghiscari people's water mages came themselves, it wouldn't matter!
Everyone exchanged glances, their confidence suddenly soaring, and their faces filled with fervent expressions.
They realized that Viserys Targaryen was not merely the successor of the Targaryen Family; he was a conqueror like Aegon Targaryen.
Since he had crossed the Narrow Sea, his conquest would certainly not be limited to the continent of Westeros.
Thinking of this, everyone's blood began to boil.
"Bring the map!" Viserys Targaryen called out to a nearby guard.
He was no longer the defenseless child he was when he first transmigrated.
Now he held great power, and even his subordinate, Ser Joffrey, dared not lightly object!
With the addition of the Unsullied Army, he now had a direct lineage force of his own!
At this thought, everyone became vigilant.
If they didn't achieve something soon, they might be outshone by the people across the Narrow Sea.
Looking at the lush pastures and fertile lands surrounding the City-State of Pentos on the map, Viserys Targaryen was practically drooling!
"Your Majesty, over a thousand years ago, the Ghiscari people killed two dragons here and defeated a Dragonlord... Later, the Valyrian Freehold dispatched three hundred magic dragons, covering the sky, which finally annihilated the Ghiscari people!"
"Before his death, Prince Garin cursed the Valyrians, and that night the Rhoyne River's water level surged, leading to greyscale..."
Maester Daniel patiently introduced the local history and tribal origins.
This was a long and cruel history for the Valyrian Dragonlords, but Viserys Targaryen cared none for it.
He urgently needed land that could be taxed, a self-sufficient base!
Now, Magister Illyrio had agreed to let him forcefully enter Pentos; what was he after?
Wasn't it the land that Pentos had completely ceded due to multiple defeats!
"Mobilize the army!" Viserys Targaryen said in a deep voice.
He wanted to accumulate his strength and territory as early as possible, while the Iron Fleet and the usurper were fighting it out to determine a victor.
"Yes!"
Everyone was in an uproar, their hearts pounding.
Everyone believed that Viserys Targaryen should act soon to restore the glory of the Targaryen Dynasty.
They had waited for three years, and today, they finally had it!