It had been two months.
Elin was wandering the streets of Pentos when he suddenly saw a man and a woman with silver hair and violet eyes.
Mission.
He was startled for a moment, then rushed over.
...
After listening to Elin's self-introduction during his audience.
A ferocious and sinister expression suddenly appeared on Viserion's thin face.
"You're a Lantel?! A distant relative of the lowly and shameless Lannisters! How dare you appear before a True Dragon!!"
Elin plopped down onto the dirty mud ground on his knees.
"Your Majesty is wise!"
"Although this humble one was born a member of House Lantel, this one has never ceased to miss the rule of the True Dragon and has never agreed with the shameless rebellion of the Usurper."
Elin shuffled forward on his knees to Viserion and performed a proper deep bow.
"This humble one dares not forget that Your Majesty is the true King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Ruler of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm!"
"Only the great House Targaryen is worthy of sitting on the Iron Throne!"
Everyone on the street looked over.
Those who knew some inside information quietly explained Viserion's identity to their companions – the Prince of the extinct House Targaryen, the penniless "Beggar King."
People snickered.
Viserion ignored all the disdain around him, completely engrossed in Elin's flattery.
"The Seven Kingdoms do remember me, remember the True Dragon. That's right, I am the master of the Iron Throne! The Usurper's lackeys won't be arrogant for long, the wrath of the True Dragon will burn everything!"
Daenerys, standing beside him, was used to her brother's grandiose pronouncements. But she couldn't ignore the looks of the people around them, which made her very uncomfortable.
She wanted to hide behind her brother to avoid those stinging gazes, but Viserion might not be willing.
It wouldn't be good if she awakened her brother's "Sleeping Dragon's Wrath" again.
It wasn't fun outside. Daenerys regretted it.
They had been living perfectly well in the Magister's courtyard, why did they have to come out and be a laughingstock?
She timidly looked at the young man kneeling respectfully on the ground.
His light yellow hair and skin and appearance all proved his Westerosi bloodline. Daenerys really wanted to learn more about her homeland, but she didn't trust this glib young man.
"Your Majesty! This humble one humbly begs you, please let this humble one stay by your side. Please bestow upon this humble one the supreme honor of serving the True Dragon!"
Elin prostrated himself on the ground, his tone and posture extremely sincere.
Viserion was very pleased. But years of wandering and fleeing had made him wary of everything.
"You just said you were a servant of the bastard born of the Usurper?"
Elin raised his head, letting Viserion see his eyes filled with hatred and pain. "That was before!"
"This humble one was living well at home, but the Lannisters' power was too great, and they forced me into the palace to serve Joffrey, the cruel and wicked son of the Usurper."
Elin sighed and shook his head, "These past few years have truly been worse than death."
"Two months ago, this humble one was forced to cross the sea to Pentos to accompany the purchase of Dragon Eggs. The sea is terrifying, and I don't have the courage to cross it again, so I've been wandering in Pentos until now."
"In fact, this humble one had a premonition long ago, and as expected, there has been no news or help at all these days."
Elin's explanation was reasonable and plausible, "Your Majesty, how could this humble one have even a trace of goodwill towards the Usurpers?"
Viserion thought of his own wandering life and quickly understood Elin's reaction.
Moreover, this fellow was the servant of the little Usurper; wouldn't such a person turning to support and serve the True Dragon further indicate that destiny is on his side?
"Since that is the case, I graciously permit you to personally cut off the head of Joffrey, the Usurper's son. When I sit on the Iron Throne, all who are loyal to the True Dragon will receive castles, titles, and land!"
The arrogant Viserion accepted Elin's allegiance, and Daenerys couldn't say a word.
But she still didn't quite believe it.
Everything this young man said could be a lie, how could it be such a coincidence?
"Yes, how could it be such a coincidence?" Magister Illyrio couldn't help but feel a little suspicious.
Viserion and his sister went out for the first time in two months and met Elin from the Sunset Kingdom, and this fellow had even been a servant of the Crown Prince on the Iron Throne.
Was it really not a conspiracy?
Elin didn't know if what he had done was right.
In these two months, he had finally settled down in Pentos, and as a person who had fallen on hard times, he should have been very satisfied.
But he still remembered his mission.
Although everyone in the streets and alleys of Pentos knew about the existence of the Dragon remnants, Elin just couldn't get in touch with the brother and sister who were staying in Magister Illyrio's mansion.
Seeing the deadline getting closer and closer, and the Horse King Khal Drogo already embarking on his journey to Pentos, Elin decided to take some risks.
Under the combined effect of careful preparation and coincidence, Elin finally encountered the Dragon House siblings on the street.
Now there was only one most severe challenge left.
Elin bowed respectfully to Magister Illyrio. "Magister, it is an honor to see your face again."
The Magister sat high on the platform in the great hall, a cryptic smile on his face.
Viserion's tone was very impatient. "Illyrio, he's just a servant eager to serve the True Dragon, why be so suspicious?"
The Magister didn't speak.
Although he only saw the Beggar King as a pawn, it wasn't time yet for the pawn to realize his role.
The Magister weighed the pros and cons.
A Westerosi should be able to slightly soothe Viserion's volatile and fragile emotions. Was the risk great?
The Magister looked at Elin again, thinking about the various intelligence reports from the past two months.
Assassinations and plots on the Iron Throne were Varys's responsibility.
Crown Prince Joffrey was still foolish and willful.
Even if this Elin had a problem, what could one person do?
Illyrio trusted both his old friend Varys and his own power in Pentos.
"Alright. Elin, from now on, you will focus on serving your true King and Princess, and temporarily put aside everything from Westeros."
The Magister raised his arm and was helped down from the platform by two servants.
"After all, this is Pentos."
Elin watched the Magister leave, deeply remembering his reminder.
Pentos was full of danger. Now that he had seen the remnants of the evil Dragon with his own eyes, he was just one step away. How could he dare to fail at the last moment?
That night, he closed his eyes soberly and thought a lot.
The next morning, after some admonishment and guidance, led by other servants, Elin finally entered the more secluded garden in the courtyard.
Amidst the abundance of ivy, the silver-haired, purple-eyed Dragon House siblings were resting at a carved stone table.
Elin fully displayed the excitement in his heart.
"Your Majesty, Princess. Your humble servant Elin is at your beck and call."
Viserion played with an exquisite dagger in his hand. "I'm bored. Tell me something interesting about the Usurper."
Even Elin could see that the Beggar King couldn't use a dagger at all.
"Your Majesty, what is there interesting about the Usurper? He is not fit to be King at all. Every day that passes, the Seven Kingdoms suffer more. I only feel sad for the people of Westeros."
Elin asserted word for word.
"The Seven Kingdoms will soon welcome a new King!"
"The True King!"
"The King supported by tens of thousands!!"
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