chapter 115 part 2
Viserys added hateful thoughts in his heart: *The Usurper's War was started by Lord Arryn. When the time comes, it will be the perfect opportunity to execute the entire House Arryn!*
Daenerys couldn't help but reveal a satisfied expression. *A true dragon needs a dragonrider.*
...
After everything was settled, Jorah handed a torch to the quietly standing Daenerys.
"Thank you, Ser."
Daenerys took the torch, stared at the house for a moment, and then tossed it forward.
"Let's go."
Daenerys turned around. She planned to use the fire as a diversion to make a grand departure from Magister Illyrio's manse.
"Wait."
Viserys stopped Daenerys. "Dany, are you planning to walk out the main gate? Have you forgotten that it was you who executed Illyrio?"
"Brother, no one knows yet. We must leave quickly. Someone will meet us at the docks."
Because assassins were constantly pursuing them, Viserys and his sister had been hiding since they were young, making him exceptionally experienced in such matters.
Thinking of his past experiences, Viserys's expression darkened.
"I know a place. It's faster to go that way, and we can avoid the guards."
Daenerys did not doubt Viserys's words. Although she had never seen the assassins her brother spoke of, they had developed a tacit understanding since childhood.
*As for the assassins her brother mentioned... either it was a figment of his imagination, or he had protected her exceptionally well.*
"Brother, we'll follow you."
Viserys was very pleased with Daenerys's attitude. He felt he had reasserted control.
The fire was already spreading, and there was no time to waste. Viserys said no more and strode off in another direction.
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Pentos Harbor.
Daenerys saw Dik, the man Glyn had described as looking like a rogue.
Watching Dik salute, Daenerys pursed her lips, forcing back a smile.
Dik's eyes darted around, furtively sizing up the silver-haired man and woman.
"Good evening, Your Highness. The ship is ready and can set sail at any time! Dik of House Clegane, at your command!"
A hint of a smile touched Daenerys's lips. "Thank you, Dik!"
The group crossed the wooden plank and boarded the ship one by one.
Daenerys had a petite frame. Dik walked beside her, stooping slightly as he lowered his voice, "Your Highness, Lord Glyn specifically left this ship for you. Though small, it is very fast."
"Also, I've brought all twenty of the guards Lord Glyn left for you at his merchant house! Including the sailors on board, no matter where you go, they will follow and protect you."
Daenerys couldn't help but let her lips twitch. She cleared her throat and said, "Dik of Clegane, you have done very well. My thanks for your trouble."
Dik was inwardly pleased, puffing out his chest and raising his head, unabashedly showing his delight.
Daenerys's eyebrow twitched slightly... *The rogue Dik is a bit impulsive, but quick-witted.*
Just then, the ship's captain shouted, "Faster! It's the harbor patrol!"
Daenerys stopped in her tracks and looked back to see points of light in the distance.
With a soft *shing*, Osha drew her longsword and said, "Your Highness, ships are forbidden from leaving Pentos harbor at night! Bronn, you stay here and protect the Princess. I'll take some men and deal with the patrol!"
Daenerys nodded slightly. "Osha, be safe. I will wait for you here!"
Osha bowed her head to Daenerys, then called out to several soldiers, crossed the plank, and disembarked from the ship.
Bronn urged the busy sailors, "Have your legs gone soft? Move it, faster!"
...
The patrol team, also drawn by the torchlight, correctly surmised that someone was trying to set sail at night.
There were eight men in the patrol. Greedy smiles unconsciously appeared on all their faces—there was unexpected profit to be made tonight.
"Stop right there! Everyone on that ship, get your asses down here!"
Shouting, the patrol quickened their pace. They soon spotted Osha and her group standing silently.
"Don't you know that..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Osha swung her longsword, slitting the patrol captain's throat.
Osha's movements were swift. Her longsword plunged into an enemy's chest, and with a kick, she sent him flying, fresh blood sliding slowly down the blade.
Only then did the other enemies react, drawing their weapons one after another.
With another stroke, Osha thrust her sword diagonally into the neck of a nearby enemy, and in an instant, the two groups clashed.
*Pfft, pfft, pfft...* The advantage of the soldiers from Crackclaw Point was on full display.
The soldiers from Crackclaw Point were all elites who had survived countless battles, both large and small. The Pentos patrol was cut down in the blink of an eye, falling into pools of blood.
A soldier scoffed, "So weak!"
Osha casually wiped her longsword on an enemy's clothes before sheathing it.
*Whoosh*—the sound of an arrow piercing the air was exceptionally loud in the quiet night.
"It's me!"
Anguy's tall, thin figure emerged silently from the darkness.
Osha's hand left her sword hilt. "Anguy? What are you doing here?"
"There were actually nine of them. One was trailing behind. He tried to sneak away just now, so I made my move!"
Anguy first pointed in a direction, offering an explanation.
In small-scale skirmishes, the Clegane soldiers disliked it when someone stole their kills, as it was a matter of personal military merit. After being taught a lesson a few times by his comrades, Anguy, a natural-born archer, had completely changed some of his habits.
Anguy had always looked forward to large-scale battles—the more enemies, the better. In his eyes, they were all walking military merits.
Osha's laughter was hearty. "That kill is yours!"
Anguy shrugged. "Lord Glyn had me stay behind to look after Dik."