Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 60 Illyrio's Plan

Laharo felt the delicate body in his arms burning hot, still trembling slightly. She stared at him with her violet eyes, full of love and longing.

She grabbed a handful of Rhallor's braid and put her lips to his ear, her breath blowing into his ear, itchy and hot, like the summer wind in Pentos.

"My sun and stars, your Khaleesi misses your scent and your body every day."

After hearing this, Rhaelor lifted the petite Daenerys onto his shoulders and, carrying his most precious trophy, walked straight towards the palace where Illyrio had sent him, ignoring the gazes and pointers of others.

Daenerys suddenly felt herself flying into the air. She was startled at first, and then she giggled.

She scraped Laharo's angular abdominal muscles with her toes, feeling his broad shoulders and strong back with her palms, her heart filled with happiness.

As they walked along, Laharo suddenly remembered something and said, "I have an egg and a dragon. If you don't believe me, why don't you touch it?"

He was referring, of course, to the dragon eggs and the dragon-shaped pendant looted from the cellars of Nightsong City.

Seeing Rhallor carrying Daenerys further and further away, Doria couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh. She nudged Jhiqui with her elbow and said teasingly:
"You two stupid slaves, what are you still standing there for? Go help Khaleesi!"

Jhiqui immediately understood, took Irri's hand again, and said with a smile, "Yes, we should go serve Khaleesi."

Irri's pretty face blushed, and she was pulled by Doreah and Jhiqui to catch up with Daenerys quickly.

As Khaleesi's handmaidens, they were expected to accompany her at all times.

Besides, tonight was going to be a long one for Khaleesi.

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At night, in the Governor's Mansion not far from the palace, Illyrio lay on a low couch piled with silk cushions, holding the slave girl's hair in one hand and holding a cup of poppy milk in the other.

Normally, the milk of the poppy would relax him, but today, Varys's letter had him trembling all over.

The letter exuded Varys's usual sweet scent, but between the lines lay a chilling murderous intent.

They originally planned to use Rahalor and the Dothraki Light Cavalry as pawns to attract the attention of the Iron Throne, while Aegon VI took the opportunity to grow and develop quietly, waiting for the right time to seize the Iron Throne in one fell swoop.

At this point, this chess piece has fallen off the chessboard and has become a threat to the game!
The plundering of the Reach brought Rhaelor a huge fortune, and killing the sea monster and defeating Euron made him almost a god in the eyes of the Dothraki people. Even in Pentos, he gained great reputation.

Even though he just came back for a day, the bards were already singing his songs in the tavern!
And all this is not what they want at all!
Laharo will become more and more powerful and unpredictable, like the sword of Damocles hanging over their heads, which may fall at any time and make their hard work of more than ten years go to waste!

What's worse is that Rahalor's development is too fast, and the "little Griffin" Aegon VI they trained is far from strong enough and has no strength to compete with Rahalor for the Iron Throne!
Thinking of this, Illyrio's fat face began to distort, and the slave girl's hand slowly moved down, sliding across his fat belly.

Despite working harder than ever, there was still no improvement.

Illyrio was furious and pushed her away. He grabbed the whip and whipped her hard, cursing at her.

"Bitch! Useless thing!"

The slave girl's face was filled with terror, her whole body was trembling, she twisted her body to avoid the torture, and screamed in pain.

Even so, Illyrio's rage did not dissipate. He kept whipping the slave girl until he was out of breath and could no longer whip her. The slave girl's body was covered with bloodstains.

Illyrio, sweating profusely, his chest heaving, sank back onto the couch and began to think. This was Essos, the land of the Dothraki. Trying to eliminate the powerful Rhallor was like trying to kill a lion in its den, with bare hands.

Rhahalo has 30,000 Dothraki warriors, while the city defense force of Pentos is less than 3,000, and the nobles' private soldiers are less than 5,000. What's more, who of the 39 idiots in the parliament would wade into this mess?

Unless they are all crazy!
Illyrio simply drove the slave girl out and walked around the room impatiently, his heavy footsteps making the floor creak.

Suddenly, he thought of the Golden Group!

This is a mercenary group composed of Westeros people, led by Sir Harry Strickland, and is one of the most prestigious mercenary groups on the continent of Essos.

They were well-equipped, well-trained, and experienced, with 10,000 soldiers, including 8,000 heavily armored infantry, 2,000 mounted cavalry, and even war elephants!

The Golden Company was founded by Ser Aegor "Bittersteel" Rivers after the failure of the Blackfyre Rebellion. He was the legitimized illegitimate son of King Aegon IV. He stood on the side of Daemon Blackfyre during the rebellion and went into exile overseas with Daemon's sons after the defeat.

Although decades have passed since the rebellion and several generations have been wandering outside, these people are always thinking about returning to Westeros to regain their fiefdom and lost glory.

Jon Connington once served as the right-hand man of the Golden Company and held an important position.

He is the only son of Almon Connington, Lord of Griffin's Roost, former Hand of the King to Mad King Aerys, and one of Prince Rhaegar's few close friends. He calls Rhaegar the "Silver Prince" and has had a crush on him for many years.

After the failure of the Battle of the Bells, he was exiled to Essos and took the pseudonym "Griffin".

When Varys gave him the infant son of Rhaegar to raise, he retired from the Golden Company, even at the cost of the stigma of embezzlement.

He also treated young Aegon as his own son, which is how Aegon got his nickname "Little Griffin".

Under Jon's careful teaching, Aegon received a comprehensive education, including history, language, strategy and other aspects, making full preparations for his future rule of the Seven Kingdoms.

If we can explain the interests involved clearly to him and avoid letting his fifteen years of hard work go to waste, I believe we can ask him for help.

Rhahalo's invasion is also a big threat to the Golden Company, and Aegon is their hope to return to Westeros!

If Rhallor really launched a full-scale invasion of Westeros, it would inevitably trigger a protracted war.

What's more, the Dothraki are known for their barbarism and cruelty. Once they land in Westeros, they will inevitably bring disaster to the Seven Kingdoms. Even if they return to their homeland, it will be in ruins. The Golden Company will absolutely not be able to accept all this.

The Golden Group is currently fighting in the disputed land in the south. That land has been plagued by wars for many years, with various forces competing endlessly. Many mercenary groups are there.

If Jon came forward, he would definitely be able to persuade them to temporarily cancel the war contract.

Pentos also frequently cooperates with the Golden Group. If they come here, even if their whereabouts are exposed, it will not arouse suspicion from others!
Moreover, from a geographical point of view, the Golden Group is not far from Pentos, and it only takes a dozen days to travel north at full speed.

Ten thousand against eight hundred. Even if Khalasar of Rahalo received the news and rushed to Pentos, it would be too late!

Thinking of this, a smile finally appeared on Illyrio's fat face. He ran to the table, picked up the quill pen, and began to write furiously.

At the same time, he also wanted to use fine wine, delicious food and various entertainments to delay Laharo, so that he would stay in Pentos temporarily, not rush back to Khalasar, and not rush to start a war that would definitely disrupt his plan.

(End of this chapter)