manynovel Chapter 111 Fanning the Flames
Chapter 111 Fanning the Flames
Chapter 111 Fanning the Flames
In the dead of night, inside the fireplace, four dragon eggs were neatly placed on top.
Dani would check on the dragon eggs every night before going to bed, hoping that they would hatch one day.
She had gradually gotten used to this kind of life; now, there was just one more dragon egg besides the three.
Across from her room, Visser was working on documents at his desk.
After the three representatives of Loras returned with the Loras army, unsurprisingly, internal strife broke out.
The three princes were unwilling to remain mere puppets, and the fisherman prince among them, confident that he had Viserys's support, brazenly launched a coup in Loras.
"One night, the Fisherman Prince rallied a large number of captains and fishermen in the harbor, shouting: 'Marching to Loras! Marching to the great Loras!' Countless people responded, and they stormed into the Governor's Council, killing and wounding many."
The intelligence reports from Loras' underground intelligence station described the scene at the time as follows.
"The coup was unsuccessful. Unfortunately, the three princes did not achieve a complete victory that night. The nobles and merchants who managed to escape gathered their guards to form a coalition army and won over a considerable number of the city's garrison troops who supported them."
"Now, the people of Loras, who support the Governor's Council and the three princes, are fighting fiercely in their city, even using each of their few shops as strongholds."
They appear to be fighting a street battle, using cold weapons—no, more like the fighting methods and tools of primitive people.
Spears and guns bound with bronze or stone, mostly wooden clubs, some tough fish skin or the skin of some kind of sea animal, perhaps a seal?
In short, the Loras people tied them to wooden sticks as weapons, striking anyone they considered an enemy.
"Is there anything we need to do, Your Majesty?" [Pointing at a mouse and calling it a duck] stood with his hands behind his back, waiting quietly across the desk for Visser to finish reading the intelligence before asking.
Beside [Calling a Mouse a Duck], the commander-in-chief in charge of intelligence, [Caramel Cotton], was also brought to show his face in front of Viagra.
"If the Loras people unite against a common enemy, it's neither good nor bad for us, but if they start fighting amongst themselves now, it's definitely good for us."
Let them fight. Once they've really gotten into a fight, I'll divide them into two countries, and the people of Loras will be willing to accept that.
Even if someone tries to force them together again, we can remind them of the hatred they once shared.
Visser released his grip, and a sheet of intelligence filled with writing fell onto the table like a feather. The king's voice echoed in the room.
The two men nodded repeatedly. "Yes, yes, yes, whatever you say is right, Brother Wei. So what do we do now? Just watch the Rolas people beat the dog's head off?"
The two voiced their doubts. Visser glanced at [Calling a Mouse a Duck], who was arguably the most diligent player among all. In the past few days, his name had resounded throughout the streets and alleys of Braavos.
The secret police, led by him, were truly meritorious and hardworking.
It's time to give them the title of Minister of Intelligence.
Visser thought to himself.
However, it cannot be said explicitly at this time.
"Let Groley take a portion of the fleet to Loras and anchor it in the port to intimidate the people of Loras. He should verbally support the three princes and, in secret, also verbally support the Governor's Council."
Don't take sides, don't help either side. Let them fight for a few more days, and when they can't hold on any longer, they'll naturally come to me.
Visser tapped his fingers rhythmically on the table.
The two men at the table exchanged a glance. What if the people of Loras don't come looking for you?
Finally, at a crucial moment when the Loras underground intelligence station also needed to help, the two left Visser's room.
As for how to contribute to the intelligence station in Loras, naturally, once things calm down on both sides, the players will act as enthusiastic bystanders on both sides, stirring up trouble.
Loras Islands.
"You brought war to Loras!"
Supporters of the Governor's Council hurled insults at the supporters of the Third Prince across the street.
"The Governor's Council has brought us only poverty. We must trace back to the beginning of Loras! Only the three princes, as legitimate rulers, can lead Loras to wealth!"
The supporters of the Third Prince were not to be outdone, and in addition to their verbal sparring, they threw all sorts of things like stones and wooden spears at the other side as if they were free.
"At this rate, how long will it take to reach a conclusion?"
Inside a house, two players were whispering to each other through a crack in the window.
Inside the room, a player who had been resting with his eyes closed opened them, apparently having just logged in. He overheard the two players' whispers and replied calmly, "Ignore them, let them fight. We've got instructions from above, just follow them. Once this deal is done, we'll get our share."
The two players watching from the window gap exchanged a glance, and neither of them spoke again.
"The wicked Governor's Council! Those damned parasites! They've now bared their fangs, trying to devour all of Loras! The three of us swear to the gods, we will not yield, and with the help of our true Targaryen friends, we are determined to destroy these parasites!"
Inside the palace of the Third Prince, the Fisherman Prince stood in the main seat, encouraging his supporters with great enthusiasm.
It was easy to see from his frequent fist-waving gestures how excited the fisherman prince was at that moment.
I'd rather be a ruler of half a nation for a day than a puppet for my entire life!
The fisherman prince slammed his fist on the table, his gaze burning as he looked at each of his supporters.
As the sun rose, street fighting broke out again. The chaotic formations and deafening slogans continued for a day. Both sides hastily left behind seventeen or eighteen corpses and retreated to their respective occupied areas.
The cycle continued the next day, and many players in the intelligence station felt that if this kind of war went on for another month, it might not even be enough to kill or injure a thousand people.
Determined to escalate the war, the players then took bottles of wildfire and a small amount of explosives that night and blew up a section of barricades controlled by supporters of the Governor's Council, killing and injuring nearly a hundred people.
When the players finally saw the results of their battle in one night, they found that it was more than the combined total of several days of fierce fighting between the two sides.
The supporters of the Third Prince took the opportunity to expand their occupied territory, but members of the Governor's Council quickly dispatched their elite guards to easily defeat them and recapture the destroyed barricades.
So the players went out again at night, blowing up a barricade. The supporters of the three princes rushed in, and the guards of the Governor's Council went out again to take back the barricade.
And so it went, and with the players fanning the flames, the two sides gradually began to fight fiercely, and the battles became increasingly brutal.