Game of Thrones: From a deserter to a high-ranking official

Chapter 74 Bad News

Inside the luxurious mansion of Lissanro Rojaer in Lis City.

Lisanro waved a beautifully decorated letter, his face beaming with excitement and fervor.

"Tiberius! Look! An invitation from the joint envoy of the Three Kingdoms!"

"They invited me—Lisanro Rogal—and my 'Lightning Brigade' to join their great war against Valantis! Excellent! I will make the name of the 'Lightning Brigade' resound throughout Essos!"

Tiberius stood opposite him, his wine glass pausing slightly.

In an instant, he felt a surge of cold anger and a strong sense of absurdity rush to his head.

[Join the war against Valantis? Take these three hundred-odd men to face the legendary Valantis, who possess five thousand war elephants, eight hundred warships, eight thousand sea eagles, and can readily employ tens of thousands of bloodthirsty mercenaries and have a large standing army?]

He forcefully suppressed the rebukes and sarcasm that were about to spill from his mouth. The muscles in his face tensed slightly, but he quickly regained control.

Tiberius knew he couldn't directly oppose Lisanlo, especially when the slightly arrogant young master was blinded by glory and vanity. Denying his "grand ambitions" would only provoke a rebellious attitude.

Tiberius slowly set down his wine glass, his voice cautious yet concerned: "Lisanro... do you mean you will personally lead the Lightning Legion to join the Three Daughters Kingdom's war against Valantis?"

"Of course!" Risangluo puffed out his chest, as if he could already see his triumphant return. "This is the perfect opportunity for us to make a name for ourselves!"

"[Opportunity? I think it's a tombstone prepared for us!]" Tiberius roared inwardly, but on his face, he wore a slightly helpless yet admiring smile: "Fear? No, Master Lisanro. I'm thinking of you and the Lightning Legion. This is a... well, a war destined to be unprecedented in scale. After all, Volantis's power far surpasses that of ordinary city-states; she is, after all, the eldest daughter of Ancient Valyria, and her strength should not be underestimated."

He then changed the subject: "Such a war presents enormous opportunities, but also enormous risks. The greatest glory and security are achieved through..."

"I don't doubt your courage and will, but sometimes, on the battlefield, we need reliable support, experienced veterans, and people with greater authority in military matters to inspire your...superb military potential!"

To put it bluntly, we need stronger support, more experienced seniors, and a more reliable strategy. Tiberius thought to himself with a self-deprecating smile.

Lisangluo's excitement subsided slightly, and he frowned slightly: "What do you mean?"

Tiberius stepped forward, his tone becoming fervent and sincere.

"Young Master Lisanro, you possess unparalleled courage and vision. The fact that your investment in the Lightning Brigade defeated Mario's mercenary group, the Golden Shield Brigade, is proof of that!"

Tiberius then added.

"But the art of war is not just about courage and vision, but also about integrating resources, coordinating operations, and most importantly, the guidance of predecessors. After all, even a genius can lose his life in a small skirmish."

Tiberius was organizing his words while secretly glancing sideways at Lisanro's expression.

[Good, he didn't get angry or become arrogant. There's still hope for these kids!] Tiberius comforted himself.

He revealed his true intentions, offering a well-thought-out plan: "Why not act together with my uncle, 'The Keeper of Faith' Jules?"

Seeing the puzzled look on Lisanro's face, Tiberius immediately intensified his persuasive efforts.

"Just think, my uncle's legion is one of the most prestigious mercenary groups in Essos! He has hundreds of experienced Westeros knights under his command, and over a thousand seasoned veterans who have crawled out of blood and fire! He himself is one of the best commanders, having participated in countless battles!"

"Furthermore, my uncle's benefactor is your father, and the Lightning Corps' benefactor is you! If we go to the battlefield together, wouldn't that perfectly demonstrate the Rogal family's exceptional military acumen?"

Then, Tiberius pressed his advantage, offering Lisanro his most enticing point: "Young Master Lisanro, this is an exceptional opportunity for you! You can truly learn the art of commanding large-scale warfare up close! Observe, learn, and even participate in decision-making alongside a renowned general like Jule Mode! This is far more valuable than leading your Blitzkrieg alone on your own. It will make you a true great commander, not just the captain of a small unit!"

Finally, he offered a perfectly timed compliment, his tone so sincere it left no room for doubt. "To be honest, my uncle has praised you privately more than once! He says you're the only young nobleman he's ever met who truly 'understands the art of war'! He often says that if you can gain real experience and receive guidance from true generals, your future achievements will be limitless!"

Tiberius watched Lisanro's expression with bated breath. Then he became certain that his series of combined attacks had perfectly struck at Lisanro's vanity and his desire for the identity of "true commander".

Lisanro's eyes lit up again, even more excited than before: "Lord Jules...does he really think so?"

"Absolutely true!" Tiberius declared firmly.

"If our two legions were to act together, with Uncle Le as the commander-in-chief and you as his deputy and learner, plus your Lightning Regiment..." He slammed his fist on the table.

"Then we'll be invincible! The Valantis? Hmph, nothing but withered bones in a tomb!"

Tiberius was no different from those unscrupulous salespeople who tricked elderly people into buying health products. But for his own life, he had no choice but to do it.

"At that time, the entire Ries, and even the Three Daughters Kingdom, will resound with the name of you, Lisanro Rogal!"

"When that time comes!" Tiberius's face revealed a "sincere" expression. "You will undoubtedly be the most outstanding young general in all of Ries... no, in the Three Daughters Kingdom!"

Lisangluo was completely convinced.

At this moment, Lisandro didn't remember what Tiberius had said. He seemed to see himself standing next to Jules, with Jules looking at him with an admiring gaze. Then he strategized and commanded Tiberius to defeat the enemy. Afterward, he personally fought and killed the enemy leader.

Tiberius saw that Lisanlo's lips were curled up, as if he was fantasizing about something.

"I'm daydreaming again..." Tiberius thought to himself.

What's the difference between these kids and mentally challenged college students?

Then, Lisanro slammed his hand on the table: "Good! Tiberius, you're right! That's what we'll do! I'll go discuss the alliance with Lord Jules right away; that's what a wise man does!"

"Lisanlo, your performance perfectly proves my uncle's keen eye!" Tiberius offered a well-timed compliment. "Your ability to make decisions, and to make the right decisions, is why you've succeeded!"

Watching Lisang Luo leave in a huff, Tiberius took a deep breath, slowly sat back down in his chair, and felt a fine layer of cold sweat on his back.

The crisis was temporarily averted; the Lightning Legion wouldn't be thrown into hell alone, at least his uncle and Vito were with him.

[I hope Uncle can refuse Lisanro.] Tibi rubbed his temples.

[And, if that's not possible, then staying with Uncle Jules and his White Army is better than going to battle alone with Lisanro.]

"My uncle will probably refuse him... right?"