Chapter 220

"Yes, your majesty."

"I'm Jon Clinton."

The knight in bright armor is much haggard than before, but his eyes are still bright.

Later, the former Prime Minister of the tangaryan Dynasty told the story after he was deprived of his title and title and expelled from King's landing.

After leaving King's landing, Jon Clinton boarded the ship, sailed across the sea to another continent, came to the disputed land, and finally joined the golden group.

He served for the golden regiment for five years. With his ability, he finally rose to the right hand of the head of the golden regiment, MIS toyne.

But then he left the golden regiment.

"Left the golden regiment?"

The soldiers cleaned the battlefield, cleaned up the bodies and put out the unfired flames in the hall. Wesselis turned his head sideways.

"Yes, your majesty."

"That was two years ago."

Jon Clinton nodded slightly. He finally chose to leave the golden mission.

Even if he had grown up to be a commander of the golden regiment, if he didn't go, the next leader would probably be him.

"Why?"

Asked wesselis.

This time, Jon Clinton was silent for a long time and finally took a deep breath.

"Of course it's because of you, your majesty."

Wesselis raised his eyebrows slightly.

"I heard about you in recent years, but at that time..."

Jon Clinton said that there was some hesitation here, and then one hand held the hilt of the sword and the other hand spread out.

"Please atone."

Wesselis nodded.

"Speak freely."

Then he raised his chin to a quiet place not far away.

"Let's talk over there."

The half collapsed hall is at risk of collapse at any time. Now tangaryan's soldiers have completely controlled the whole Prince's palace. If they can rescue pantos's soldiers, they will rescue them. If they can't rescue them, they will give him a happy knife.

The body of Prince pantos has now been counted. Except illyrio, the other governor of pantos has died in this turmoil. Illyrio himself has been carried away for treatment because of the sword in his leg.

Now there are only wesselis and Jon Clinton left.

Then the two men left the palace that would collapse completely when they didn't know, and came to the garden of the palace outside, where several torches were also lit.

"Your Majesty."

An attendant came up with a thick cloak and put it on wesselis's shoulder.

Wesselis nodded, then the attendant bowed and retired.

The cold wind in pantos on a winter night was biting. There had been a heavy snow two days ago.

Standing here and looking into the distance, the black cloak fluttered gently with the wind, and wesselis turned his head and looked at Jon beside him.

"Go on, what are you going to say?"

After interrupting, Jon Clinton seemed to have organized his language, nodded slightly and said.

"Please atone, your majesty. I'm sure you've heard about your father."

"I was hesitant when I first heard about you..."

"Afraid I'm the next crazy king?"

Wesselis was not angry at Jon Clinton's words, but shook his head slightly.

Then, as if suddenly thought of something, he turned his head and looked at Jon and asked.

"Jon, are you still alone?"

Jon Clinton was obviously a little stunned. He didn't know why wesselis asked such a question, but he hesitated and said.

"No, your majesty."

"I have a son."

...

The next morning.

The brilliant sunshine penetrated the clouds and sprinkled on the prosperous and rich city-state.

The red temple still stands, and the glazed tiles reflect a faint golden light.

After a night of turmoil.

Pantos finally returned to calm when the sun rose.

When the Dragon soared in the sky and spewed down a red pillar of fire, all the soldiers of the pantos city guard understood what had happened.

Then hearing the news that all the governors had been burned, all the pantos soldiers bowed their knees and surrendered.

After that, everything became much simpler.

Tangaryan's soldiers, the wind blowing regiment and the city garrison of pantos jointly suppressed the chaos in the city, killed the mercenaries who took the opportunity to commit crimes, cut off their heads and hung them high on the head of pantos.

However, for ordinary pantos civilians, they don't know what happened last night, but they close the doors and windows and dare not show up.

Trembling until the next morning, I heard that there was no movement outside, so I summoned up the courage to push open the door and go out.

Then he saw the heads hanging high on the wall, dense enough to have nearly a thousand.

But for this bloody night, there were far more people dead.

The streets were full of unclean bodies and blood, and the soldiers were still shuttling through the streets to maintain order.

"Ho -"

And at this time.

A low, hoarse roar came from the sky. People on the ground raised their heads in panic and looked at the sky, and then fled in fear.

Call~

Then the wings lifted, the wind blew on the ground, the huge shadow shrouded the ground, and the Dragon flapped its wings and flew far away.

The prince's palace had been destroyed by a fire in bellerion, and wesselis appeared in a nine tower palace near the bay.

Wesselis rubbed a string of cold rosary beads with his fingers, each of which was a priceless gem, which was a wealth looted from the prince's palace.

"Drogo Cao."

For some reason, wesselis suddenly remembered the man who had died for a long time and some feelings.

Standing at the top of the palace tower, you can have a panoramic view of the whole pantos. At the same time, you can also see the bustling ocean port and the endless narrow sea. The waves never stop and beat on the shore.

Call——

The piercing sea breeze roared and stirred the young king's long silver and gold hair.

Wearing a loose and soft robe, wesselis stood at the top of the tower, stroking the rosary beads in his hand, quietly looked into the distance, and then his voice spoke abruptly.

"I remember you said, illyrio."

"Your greatest wish is to become the chancellor of the exchequer on the iron throne?"

Wesselis held the cold battlements with his other hand. The sea breeze blew his hair. Then he turned his head slightly and asked in a calm voice.

Elio, whose thighs were tightly wrapped, was sitting on a chair in the room with a crutch next to him. He heard wesselis's words and smiled bitterly.

"Yes, your majesty."

Wesselis nodded slightly.

"From today on, you will be the chancellor of the exchequer, as long as you don't mind not having that chair."

Elileo's face suddenly showed a surprised expression, and then quickly nodded.

"Of course! Of course! That chair will belong to your majesty sooner or later."

"Thank you for your trust."

And at this time.

Deng Deng Deng

Heavy footsteps came from the revolving stairs.

The prince in rags was still wearing his ragged clothes, and the blood on his body had not even been cleaned, so he hurried to see wesselis.

He pointed the butcher's knife at all the governor's families in pantos. Except for a few governor's families who had received the news in advance and had not been found outside the city, all the others were killed by him.

From the old man to the baby, none remained.

He has been self-determined by the powerful forces of pantos and is notorious among the lowest ordinary people.

Now the prince in rags can only hold wesselis's thigh and bow down to be a minister, otherwise the city that has experienced a bloody night and accumulated deep resentment will burst out in an instant, and towering anger will drown him.

"Your Majesty."

As soon as the bloody gray haired old man entered the door, he knelt on one knee and looked at wesselis's back.