Chapter 189 Wallis’s Nightmare
Varys had a dream.
In the dream, he returned to his childhood and saw his childhood master. Although the other person's face was blurry, he could still feel the intimacy from his figure.
Because the time he spent as a slave in the kitchen of the Lysian merchant's house was the happiest day in his entire miserable childhood.
The cooks and maids of wealthy merchants were all the best, and they rarely let Varys do any heavy or tiring work. Moreover, Wallis also had a large group of close playmates in the wealthy businessman's house.
Unfortunately, the happiness in the dream was short-lived. He soon saw a theater troupe.
He vaguely remembered that day, which was the birthday of the wealthy businessman's daughter. In order to celebrate the birthday of his little princess, the wealthy businessman invited a traveling troupe to perform at his home.
And on that day, the owner of the troupe took a fancy to Wallis and expressed his willingness to pay to buy him.
At that time, the young Wallis did not know what this meant. He just thought that he could get rid of the boring life of a helper and go to the troupe to perform in various beautiful clothes, so he begged the wealthy businessman to sell himself to the troupe.
Unexpectedly, this was the beginning of his miserable life.
The dream continued, and now he was on the troupe owner's boat. He was doing all the dirty work and groceries, enduring hard training but often not having enough to eat.
Their troupe toured the Free Cities, sometimes visiting Oldtown and King's Landing.
The dream is like a fleeting horse, awakening Wallis's memory bit by bit.
Soon, he became nervous as the troupe came to a place in Myr that would change his life.
As expected, he soon saw the wizard. It was he who had asked to buy him out for a large sum of money, an amount so large that the troupe owner could not refuse.
At that time, he was extremely afraid of that man, because he thought that the other man would enjoy the little boy as rumored, but the other man did not, and the wizard actually needed him to complete the blood magic.
At this moment, Wallis naturally had no fear, because the original wizard had already been captured by him and locked in a coffin in the basement. He had already completed his revenge.
But at this moment, Wallis still frowned deeply, because his feelings in this dream were so clear, and he had been given the medicine that could not move or speak but could feel everything.
He was going to be castrated again in his dream.
Varys really wanted to yell.
Sure enough, what was supposed to come came, and the heartbreaking pain came from his lower body. From the corner of his vision, Varys saw the wizard throwing something into the flames.
The flame turned blue, and a voice came from the flame. It was the voice that haunted Wallis's heart day and night. He still didn't know whether it was a god? Is it a devil? Or is it a magician's trick?
The flame goes out and the sound disappears.
When Varys opened his eyes again, he had appeared in Pentos, and sitting in front of him was his new assassin friend Illyrio Patimos.
Wallis was secretly glad, because this dream skipped this bad experience - after the ceremony, the wizard drove him out on the street and left him to fend for himself, and the troupe had already sailed away, and he started Live a life of begging and stealing.
During that time, he endured both physical and mental torture every day.
He would never want to look back if he could.
With his vision back in front of him, he began to work with Illyrio on a new business - he would steal things from pickpockets, and Illyrio would hand them over to their owners in exchange for reward.
Soon they became big and powerful, and became famous in Pentos, and all those who lost valuables knew to come to them for 'help' to find their lost property.
Of course, the thieves in Pentos were also looking for them. At first, they mostly wanted to kill these two business robbers, but unfortunately they failed. So in the end, these people simply asked them to help sell the stolen goods, which in a practical sense became Their offline.
Before long, Varys and Illyrio had accumulated considerable wealth.
The dream continued to move forward, but Wallis became more and more confused. He began to think about what it meant that he suddenly had a dream looking back on his life. Could it be that he accidentally ate something that had been poisoned, and then unknowingly reached his deathbed in his sleep?
The dream left him no time to continue thinking, because he had already arrived in Westeros.
He came at the invitation of Aerys II. The Targaryen monarch known as the 'Mad King' discovered his talent and invited him to come to his royal council as the chief intelligence officer.
Thus, he began his service to House Targaryen.
Gradually, his intelligence network began to spread all over King's Landing, and every move in the city could not escape his eyes. He gained the trust of Mad King Aerys II, so much so that the captain of the Kingsguard, Barristan the Fearless, Selmy expressed disgust that Aerys's dynasty had become Varys's dynasty.
Unfortunately, the Usurper War broke out later, and after Prince Rhaegar died in the Battle of the Trident, the Lannister army belatedly arrived at King's Landing.
He advised Aerys II not to trust Lord Tywin and not to open the city gates to him, but this time, the Mad King did not listen to his advice, but chose to believe in the loyalty of the Lannister family.
Aerys II and Lord Tywin were close friends when they were young, and even Aerys II's knighthood was conferred by Tywin.
In the more than ten years since Tywin served as Hand of the King, the waning Targaryen dynasty was once full of vitality.
Although the two eventually broke up due to suspicion, when Aerys II really faced annihilation, he still opened the door of King's Landing to Tywin.
Subsequently, Tywin Lannister's army slaughtered King's Landing, and his subordinate Gregor Clegane went straight to the Red Keep to slaughter Rhaegar's children and widow.
Rhaegar's son Aegon was pulled out of Elia Martell's arms by the Mountain and thrown to the wall to death, while his daughter Rhaenys was pulled out from under the bed and stabbed to death with random swords.
In the dream, Wallis witnessed all this again, but did not stop it...just like more than ten years ago.
Fortunately, it was a dream. Wallis secretly rejoiced. Fortunately, these images would only appear in my dreams.
These truths.
When the scene changed again, he appeared in Pentos again. At this time, Illyrio had become one of the seven governors of the city.
In the dream, Illyrio excitedly showed Varys his newborn son, the boy born to Illyrio and his prostitute wife Silas.
The boy had purple pupils and silver-gold hair.
"Is this your child?"
"certainly."
"A Valyrian noble of such pure blood that he looks every bit as good as a Targaryen."
"In a sense, he is also a Targaryen." Illyrio replied meaningfully.
The child's mother, Silas, is a descendant of Blackfire, just like Varys.
"If it doesn't matter whether it's red or black, a dragon is a dragon." Varys nodded. At that moment, a great plan came into his mind.
He wants to do something that no one dares to imagine together with his good friend Illyrio. He wants to artificially create the most wise and benevolent monarch, and then create a dynasty.
However, just when Varys finished hatching his plan and was about to tell Illyrio, the baby in Varys's hands suddenly burned and turned into a ball of burnt residue. And his friend Illyrio also turned into a cold corpse, his fat body covered with arrows.
Then, the whole of Pentos burned, and in the raging flames, Varys once again heard the whispers he heard in the flames.
It's still a language he doesn't understand.
Is that a god? Is it a devil? Or is it a magician's trick?
get out! You shameless thing! Varys roared in his sleep.
What he didn't expect was that he actually saw a figure in the flames.
The man wore the white plate armor of the Kingsguard and had blond hair. He looked very young. He stepped on the flames and walked out of the ruins of Pentos. Behind him, a giant black dragon spread its wings, and then sprayed a puff of dragon flame at him.
The next moment, Varys woke up from the bed.
He was slightly relieved when he found out that he was not dying due to poisoning, but at the same time, he felt even more confused.
Who is the young man at the end of the dream? Who made the sound in the flames? What happened to that dragon? Is this just a dream, or is it foretelling something to me?
Varys doesn't believe in gods and has always hated magic tricks, but he can't believe that this is just a nightmare.
He hadn't had a nightmare in years, and he couldn't even remember the last time he had one.
He knew that this was an ominous sign.
His hunch was soon verified, and in the afternoon of that day, a letter was delivered to him.
The letter came from the other side of the Narrow Sea, telling the news that Pentos was massacred by the horse king Drogo. Illyrio was killed in this turmoil, and the whereabouts of the Targaryen brothers and sisters were unknown.
This is another piece of bad news after the news from Winterfell that the queen was executed for having an affair and Robert declared war on the West. It is far worse than the news from Winterfell.
It took Wallis an unknown amount of time to recover. He staggered to the table and took out a quill and letter paper. He was to write to Harry Strickland, leader of the Golden Company, and Ser Jon Connington to discuss what to do with their already precarious plans for restoration.
After writing the letter, Wallis cut off a piece of wax paint and placed it on a candle with a spoon to bake it.
In the flickering candlelight, he once again saw the shadow of the blond young man in his dream.
This time, he suddenly remembered a candidate who perfectly matched this figure, the illegitimate son that Illyrio had repeatedly mentioned countless times in his letters to himself - Ian Darry.
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