69novels Chapter 15: Little Egon
Chapter 15: Little Egon
Blue Star.
After taking off his helmet, Zhao Xiaotian casually put on a jacket, then went out the door, drove away in a sports car parked in the garage, and sped off.
He couldn't wait to test what he had in mind.
After half an hour.
Zhao Xiaotian parked his car in front of the old house, casually tossed the keys to the servant in charge of the car, and then the young master Zhao rushed into the old house.
Call ~
Standing in front of the familiar room, Zhao Xiaotian took a deep breath to calm himself down before opening the door and going inside.
Ever since his third uncle, Zhao Zhengxiong, lost both legs in that accident, he was the only person besides his grandfather who could enter his uncle's room without knocking.
"It's Xiao Tian."
The man who came into view had a stubble beard and looked even more haggard than his father, despite being only in his early thirties.
Bottles were scattered all over the floor, and the room was a mess. In the past, seeing this would always make Zhao Xiaotian feel uneasy.
But today, at this very moment, Zhao Xiaotian laughed:
"Third Uncle, do you want your leg or not?"
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.
Reeking of alcohol, Zhao Zhengxiong's eyes, which had been clouded for years, were now clear. If it were two years ago, he probably wouldn't have believed Zhao Xiaotian's talk of a holographic game.
But at this moment, all Zhao Zhengxiong saw on the rudimentary game website on his computer was a rope that could pull him out of the abyss and back into the light.
"Xiao Tian, this game you're talking about, can it really make me stand up in it?" Zhao Zhengxiong, sitting in a wheelchair, turned to look at Zhao Xiaotian. Whether it was from drinking too much or from excitement, his face was as red as Guan Yu's.
"Third Uncle, once the virtual reality headset arrives and you enter the game, you'll understand everything." Zhao Xiaotian typed on the keyboard, registering all the information for Zhao Zhengxiong on the official website, and then confidently answered the other party's doubts.
Nothing in the world is more agonizing than the wait before dawn.
Zhao Zhengxiong stared blankly at the nanny cleaning the house. His soul had already flown to another world in his imagination, just as Zhao Xiaotian had described the game.
splash
Zhao Xiaotian pulled back the curtains, and sunlight streamed into the room through the window. Zhao Zhengxiong, who lived like a vampire all day, was so shocked that he couldn't open his eyes.
"Young Master, there's a package here..."
Buzz
Zhao Zhengxiong seemed to have lost his hearing for a moment. He couldn't hear any sound from outside. With his eyes red from the shock, he vaguely watched as Zhao Xiaotian took the package and slowly walked towards him.
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.
"Hmm? Looks like we're getting another new player."
Noticing the change in the number of registered users on the official website, Viserys murmured to himself.
As Daenerys quietly read her book, her brother started saying things she couldn't understand again.
Has Viserys' condition worsened again?
Noticing Daenerys's worried look, Viserys, who was only a table away from his adopted sister, leaned over and flicked her forehead.
Daenerys thought that the other party was about to transform into a "real dragon" again, so she quickly lowered her head.
But instead of the expected beating, she didn't get used to the days when Viserys didn't lay a hand on her.
Looking up, Viserys was already standing by the window, quietly gazing outside, seemingly lost in thought.
"It's another restoration project, isn't it?" Daenerys thought. "What could Viserys care about more than this?"
Pentos is a really nice place.
Viserys thought that his player army wouldn't always consist of just a dozen or so people; before long, the number of players would experience explosive growth.
Viserys's feigned connection with Illyrio was only temporary. From the day he successfully tricked five players, he had awakened the "unit production system".
He no longer needs to sell his sister to acquire an army.
Thinking of the original owner's storyline, Viserys thought to himself with a self-deprecating smile.
If the original owner of this body were to follow her own personality, and possess an army, she would probably have led her army across the sea to fight that fat Baratheon family, just as Illyrio had hoped.
However, it is obvious that the soul inside Viserys' body would not do that at the moment. Knowing the plot, he could easily lead the player army to occupy some territory on the continent of Essos first.
He then observed the War of the Five Kings begin before leading his troops back to Westeros.
Then came the unification of the feudal lords and the restoration of the Targaryens.
"Let's start the first step in reviving the Targaryens from Pentos," Viserys thought.
When the garrison of Pentos was routed by the legions that suddenly appeared from within the city, the governors of Pentos, who were fantasizing about pushing themselves out to draw fire, must have looked utterly astonished.
When he leads a massive army to sweep through the trading castle, how will the octopus spider across the strait respond?
Thinking about the conspiracy between the two fat men, Octopus and Illyrio, Viserys decided to find out who this so-called "Little Aegon" really was.
He wasn't simply looking to enjoy life at Illyrio's house before the player base grew too large.
Before Viserys's time travel, the most popular and well-respected candidate for "Little Aegon" was the bastard born of that fat man and the Blackfyre descendant.
Finding and eliminating the threat to the end is what Viserys needs to do right now, even though he knows it will be difficult.
But he has players under his command. As the saying goes, three cobblers are equal to one Zhuge Liang. With a group of players who are always full of clever ideas, there's no reason why he can't come up with a little Aegon.
Unless Illyrio is comfortable leaving the most important part of his grand scheme out of his own hands.
Viserys had no choice but to wait for the player army to rise up, then kill Illyrio, and then wait for Aegon Jr. to bring the Golden Company to his player army.
Turning my gaze back to the room, I looked at the silver-haired girl bathed in sunlight. Speaking of which, when magic returns to this world, should we capture a horse king and bleed those three dragon egg fossils to test whether they can hatch?
Anyway, the system shop sells live dragon eggs. If players work hard, he'll be able to afford them sooner or later. It doesn't matter if he can't hatch them; it just won't satisfy Viserys's collecting obsession.
While Viserys was studying Illyrio in his mind, the other man was also in the room embracing a woman with long, light blonde hair, studying his king.
"I heard he's gathered a group of loyal followers?" the woman asked coquettishly, burying her head in the governor's ample bosom.
"Well, it's worth noting, but we don't need to take it as a threat. Anyway, no matter how many loyal ministers he gathers, he'll just end up throwing them all at the warlords across the strait."
The woman seemed to be deeply trusted, allowing Illyrio to reveal his hidden schemes.
"Will he go?" the woman asked.
"Of course, after his sister has her period, our king will have a legion of centaurs, and he will lead the barbarians across the sea to cause trouble for the lords."
"And we only need to wait until they are both exhausted from fighting, and then we will become the final victors."
"There is only one true dragon, and that is our son, Silas..."
Illyrio kissed the woman, his voice growing softer and softer.