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Galladon felt a little regretful. During the process of merging with him, the brain-intellect had lost part of its data.
He said in disappointment, "Then just use Yilin's voice instead!"
Yilin Ma Bu was a little maid in the Twilight Hall Castle. Because of her humble status, her already pleasant voice carried an even softer, sweet, and glutinous quality—no worse than Sister Lin's at all. Any man who heard it would instinctively rise to show her the respect she deserved.
[Received]
The brain-intellect's voice changed immediately. Hearing the gentle throat-clearing and coquettish tone by his ear, Galladon's mood instantly improved.
He picked up the abnormal documents again. On every document, the brain-intellect had already marked suggested handling plans. Galladon only needed to review them once before handing them over to the Four Knights for execution, or letting the respective organizations deal with them on their own.
"Truly audacious!"
Galladon pulled up the information on Ryan Tarth. Among all the officials who had committed offenses, this one had the most special status.
House Tarth was a branch of House Tarth—much like the relationship between the Karstarks and the Starks.
Galladon had always dealt harshly with offending officials. From flogging, fines, and demotions, to severe labor reform or even execution—everything was on the table.
Two years ago, some people still refused to give up and tried to fool the brain-intellect. The result was that Galladon executed ten of those with the worst attitudes in succession.
Then, over the following two years, he proved that he possessed an "omniscient ability" over Tarth. The entire administrative system of Tarth Island was completely transformed.
All officials lowered their heads and worked with a realistic, truth-seeking attitude. Everyone was learning, accumulating experience, and steadily improving!
Ryan Tarth's crime of embezzlement could be considered serious or minor, but his identity was truly special. Galladon decided to handle it according to the brain-intellect's suggestion—
Summon the parents!
Time passed second by second. Dawn arrived. His blond hair brushed his ears as they twitched slightly, catching the sound of hurried footsteps in the corridor beyond the wall.
At this hour!
He guessed something urgent had happened. Before anyone could knock on the door, his figure flashed to the door ten meters away, and he opened it himself.
"Hah—! Young Master, you're awake!"
Rite raised his hand, then hurriedly drew it back to his chest, clearly caught off guard.
"What is it?"
Galladon asked the panting manservant while fastening his leather coat, embossed with pale-gold water patterns. His solid, perfectly defined physique was clearly outlined.
"Young Master, Sir Duncan has returned!"
The servant silently lowered his head. The young master had strictly forbidden them from serving him closely—it was truly despairing.
"Oh, my teacher is back!"
Galladon's eyes lit up. His pace quickened as he headed toward the banquet hall in the eastern castle.
The sky was just beginning to brighten. In the banquet hall, the candles had burned down to their ends. Eagle Eye, having removed his arched great helm, stood respectfully beside the long table. His once arrow-sharp, heart-piercing pale-gold eyes were now lowered.
"In the Free Cities, I often heard that our fleet dominates the Narrow Sea."
"I didn't expect the First Legion to take shape so quickly as well?"
"That is correct, my lord!"
"I can't meet your eyes. What's going on?"
"For that, my lord, please ask the legion commander!"
"I originally thought I could sneak in through the under-construction Fourth Port! You did well—no sooner had I slipped in than your sentries discovered me."
"My lord is too modest!"
"..."
The haggard old man sat by the banquet table, holding a bowl of steaming hot soup. He asked questions off and on, occasionally shaking his head in amazement at how greatly Tarth Island had changed.
"Teacher, please sit down. You've truly worked hard!"
Galladon strode into the banquet hall. Before the tall old man could stand fully and perform a salute, Galladon took a quick step forward, reached him first, and helped him sit down.
"O Morning Light of Tarth! My benevolent and wise clan leader, Twilight Star! Duncan Tarth offers you his most sincere greetings!"
The old man stood up anyway. Nearly two meters tall, broad-backed and powerfully built, yet he could not resist Galladon's insistence and had no choice but to sit back down and bow his head in salute.
"And may the Morning Light bless you as well! May the glory of the Twilight Star be with you!"
Galladon chuckled softly. The old man was both open-minded and traditional—only, he placed far too much emphasis on etiquette.
Duncan Tarth was the head of House Tarth, the father of Kaije Tarth, commander of the Second Shieldblade Regiment of the First Legion, and the grandfather of Chief Diplomat Karen Tarth and Tax Officer Ryan Tarth.
At the same time, he was also Galladon's teacher, the one who had once protected him through the Free Cities and led him across the Narrow Sea.
In the original work, Count Selwyn was constantly anxious about his family's succession. He treated Brienne as a mere tool for childbirth, arranging several marriages for her, only for each to end in broken engagements and even greater ridicule.
Galladon guessed that Brienne's ability to retain her pure, kind, and courageous heart—despite enduring abnormal domestic violence and humiliation—was also thanks to her teacher's guidance.
On the other hand, when it came to his future dealings with the Mother of Dragons, Daenerys Targaryen, he naturally could not simply throw away tens of thousands of gold dragons and be done with it.
He had deliberately arranged for the steady, experienced, and utterly loyal Sir Duncan to stay behind with a member of the retinue, Lyon Storm, to protect the two siblings—primarily to look after the future Mother of Dragons.
As for the sleeping dragon Viserys?
He didn't bother with that daydreaming sleeping dragon at all. The two knights wouldn't take the so-called heir to the Iron Throne seriously either.
"Teacher, you only returned half a year ago," Galladon calculated the time and looked at the old man with whitening beard and weathered eyes. "Were the two Targaryen siblings taken away by Illyrio?"
"Yes, my lord!"
Duncan's eyes were filled with admiration and affection for Galladon. Like Count Selwyn, he firmly believed that Galladon was the reincarnation of their ancestor, the 'Morning Light' Galladon.
Ordinary people—even legendary true knights—could not be born with innate knowledge, repeatedly create miracles, and possess prophetic abilities.
Not to mention that under Galladon's rule, Tarth Island had grown ever more prosperous and powerful!
The old man lifted the hot soup and took a sip before replying, "Three months ago, Illyrio sent a letter. Lord Viserys insisted on taking Princess Daenerys to Pentos to seek hope of reclaiming the Iron Throne."
"Heh~!"
Galladon couldn't help but let out a mocking laugh. Illyrio was clearly using the two siblings to pave the way for his own son, Young Griff!
"My lord, Lord Viserys has, after all, never received guidance from his elders!"
The old man smiled as well. Half a year ago, Galladon had already revealed Illyrio's true intentions to him.
There is no love in this world without reason! The sleeping dragon not only loved his daydreams, but also couldn't tell good from evil!
Illyrio was the wealthy magister of Pentos. In terms of status, he might be slightly inferior to the position of Master of Coin that Viserys had promised, but the gap wasn't that large.
And being a wealthy magister was far freer!
No shrewd merchant would risk losing both life and fortune for a bit of profit.
Illyrio's ambitions were greater—to place Young Griff, the son born to him and his beloved wife Serra, upon the Iron Throne!
In the original work, this shrewd merchant colluded with Varys, packaging Young Griff as Rhaegar Targaryen's son, leading the Golden Company to invade the Stormlands in an attempt to seize the Iron Throne.
And Serra and Varys were possibly siblings, both bearing the blood of House Blackfyre!
House Blackfyre—the so-called "Black Dragon"—was founded by Daemon Blackfyre, a legitimized Targaryen bastard.
In 196 AC, a century ago, Daemon Blackfyre launched the Blackfyre Rebellion, competing with another branch of House Targaryen—the "Red Dragon"—for the Iron Throne!
All five rebellions failed. Daenerys's grandfather, Aegon V, ascended the throne, and the remaining Blackfyre survivors fled into exile across Essos.
Illyrio's schemes were of no concern to Galladon. The Narrow Sea now belonged to Tarth Island!
Even if Galladon gave him ten times the courage, Illyrio wouldn't dare land in the Stormlands as he did in the original story.
With a single scoff, Galladon eagerly asked,
"Teacher, has everything been investigated?"
...
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