However, Viserys sat on the cold throne and did not speak in a hurry.

The flame-like ruby ​​on the crown on the boy's head reflected light slightly, and his lavender eyes were still looking at the two people standing below.

The atmosphere in the hall was slightly quiet.

The guards of Dragonstone on both sides held the spears in their hands tightly, their eyes locked on the two people standing in the hall who claimed to be the envoys of Braavos. As long as Viserys gave an order, they could swarm up and kill these two people.

Two people were captured on the spot.

In their opinion, since they are messengers, they must wear gorgeous clothes, unlike the two people in front of them.

One was dressed in a dull and ordinary gray-brown color, while the other was dressed in black clothes and a cloak that looked like an assassin, with a thin and small toy like a 'women's sword' attached to his waist.

This particular weapon is not practical for the soldiers of Westeros.

And in the center of the hall.

The two people who were being watched by everyone looked very calm. The messenger in gray-brown robes had a calm expression and his eyes were still looking at Viserys, while the warrior behind him had one hand on the hilt of his sword.

The atmosphere in the hall solidified.

Viserys did not speak. He was observing the two people and trying to figure out each other's identities, hoping to see any flaws.

But not too long passed, and the envoy from Braavos was defeated first. He didn't know why he felt something when he looked at this little king who had lost the Iron Throne and was in exile.

pressure.

He is obviously just an eight-year-old child.

"His Majesty."

The middle-aged man in a gray-brown robe couldn't help but bow slightly and saluted again, and took the initiative to speak.

"We are from Braavos. We have been ordered by Lord Neptune to make a special trip to see His Majesty and deliver a personal letter from Lord Neptune."

The Braavos envoy's accent and word choice were slightly weird, which made everyone present feel a little uncomfortable.

However, Viserys seemed very calm and looked at the other party with bright eyes.

"Handwritten letter?"

He heard that this person was going to deliver a handwritten letter from the Sea King of Braavos, and he slightly believed the other person's identity, but he still needed to read the letter before he could judge.

However, he still had something to say at the moment and was not in a hurry to read this handwritten letter.

Viserys sat on the throne, stroking the cold armrest with one hand, then leaned forward slightly to adjust his sitting posture, the crown on his head reflected the light in the sun, and then he spoke.

"The envoy can just speak Valyrian."

"I understand."

He knew that although Braavos was not once a member of the Valyrian Freehold, it was indeed a city-state founded by refugees escaping from Valyrian slavery about five hundred years before Aegon's landing, so

Their native language is also Valyrian.

As the heir of the Targaryen family, Viserys is naturally very familiar with Valyrian, so there is no need for the two parties to speak the common language of Westeros as fellow villagers.

Moreover, the messenger from Braavos spoke very difficult to pronounce Common Tongue, which made Viserys feel a little uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I'm rude."

The envoy from Braavos was surprised and delighted when he heard that Viserys could speak proficiently in Valyrian.

Happily, he no longer had to speak in the obscure Common Tongue of Westeros.

What was surprising was that he didn't know if Viserys heard him when he was quietly complaining to the swordsman next to him.

Otherwise, it is very likely that he will be dragged out and executed. Even if it is passed back to Neptune, he will be the one to blame.

He thought that it had been almost three hundred years since the Targaryens conquered Westeros, and they had already abandoned Valyrian and adopted the common language of Westeros. After all, even King Aegon I was conquering Westeros.

After the war, they all converted to believe in the Seven Gods.

However, the fact is that this envoy has not had contact with members of the Targaryen family and is somewhat ignorant. Targaryen has not given up the Valyrian language.

However, Viserys did not hear what he just whispered below. After all, the throne was so far away from below, and his ears were not gentle.

The boy looked at the two messengers and then continued.

"You two...tell me your names."

After hearing Viserys's words, the leading messenger in gray-brown robes slightly straightened his expression and saluted again.

"Your Majesty, my name is Cleon Meissner, and I am an alderman of Braavos."

The alderman is mainly responsible for conveying the decrees of the Sea King of Braavos to manage the city, and can be regarded as the Sea King's assistant in administrative policies.

Then the messenger named Cleon turned around and introduced the swordsman beside him.

"His name is Syrio Forel. He is Lord Neptune's personal guard and the chief swordsman of Braavos."

The black-robed swordsman standing behind Cleon also bowed slightly after the other party introduced him, and spoke for the first time.

"His Majesty."

When Viserys heard the name of the swordsman in black, he felt it sounded slightly familiar.

"Syrio Forel?"

He always felt that he had heard this name somewhere, but he seemed to be unable to remember it for a while.

Sir Geoffrey, who was sitting next to him, thought Viserys didn't know what the position of Chief Swordsman was, so he whispered in his ear again.

"Your Majesty, I have heard this person's name."

"Syrio Forel, as the chief swordsman of Braavos, can be considered the best swordsman in Braavos at the moment."

"These people...they have extraordinary insights, and protecting the safety of Aquaman is their greatest responsibility."

Viserys tilted his head and nodded slightly after listening. In fact, the old knight didn't need to remind him. He seemed to have remembered who this person was.

And at this time.

Cleon below touched his arms, then took out a letter and held it in his hands. He seemed to be respectful, and then he spoke again.

"This is the personal letter written by Lord Neptune to His Majesty."

A guard standing on one side of the hall came forward, took the letter from the messenger's hand, and then checked that it had not been poisoned or tampered with in any other way, and then walked over.

Next to the throne on the steps, he handed it to Viserys.

Viserys reached out and took the handwritten letter from the Sea King of Braavos from the guard's hand.

He was actually a little curious about what this indifferent Neptune wanted to say to him.

Stab——
Chapter completed!