He knew who the Lannister family was, including the story that happened later. Although he didn't remember it clearly, he had a rough idea.
He also knew that King's Landing now relied on reinforcements from the West.
However, the reality is obvious. The Lannister family has also betrayed the Iron Throne, which will be the last straw that destroys the Targaryen dynasty.
Fortunately, the Ryker family did not capture the deserters from Lannister and did not trace the identity of the attacker's body. Ser Jeremy believed what Ser William said and believed that it was a rebel attack.
And due to the lack of information, Brown Castle has not received the latest news from King's Landing.
The silver-haired boy was very anxious at the moment, but he couldn't show anything. To him, the guards outside were both protection and care.
"We must board the ship and leave before the news leaks."
Viserys looked out the window at the merchants and fishermen taking boats out to sea, and secretly made up his mind.
"Meow~"
At this moment, the little black cat Balerion barked and then jumped onto the bed lightly.
The soft little paws stepped on the owner's brown hair, stretched out the little tongue and gently licked Renes's cheek, and then lay down next to the little girl with her tail curled up.
Viserys' thoughts were slightly interrupted by Balerion's cry, and he turned his head to look at Rhaenys, who had fallen asleep due to a combination of fear and exhaustion.
Then he withdrew his gaze, looked at the silver-plated round mirror not far away, and paused for three seconds.
Phew~
A black mist slowly spread.
【Viserys Targaryen】
Day sex: 5
Soil: 6
Water-based: 8
Moon sex: 18
"Um?"
A young and delicate face appeared in front of the silver mirror. The figure looked a bit thin, only about seven or eight years old, with long silver-gold hair and a pair of lavender eyes.
At this moment, due to the strong stimulation and a sleepless night, some bloodshot eyes appeared.
Viserys frowned slightly, looking at the High Valyrian text composed of black mist, and his eyes fell on the symbols of 'sun' and 'soil'.
If he analyzed it well at the beginning, they should represent his own strength and physique respectively.
And Viserys remembered clearly that before leaving King's Landing, the data of 'sun' should be 3, and the data of 'soil' should be 5.
"Have my strength and physique changed in a short period of time?"
Viserys was slightly stunned and did not react. In his opinion, these data representing his body would only grow with the development or exercise of his body.
He didn't understand before why only he could see this black mist.
The silver-haired boy stood in front of the mirror and rubbed his temples slightly. Too many things had happened overnight, and Viserys was actually very tired.
Even though his 'moon' attribute is far stronger than others.
However, at this moment, he was still trying hard to figure out the current condition of his body. His eyes looked at the sword on the table, which was the sword he used to kill Kevan Lannister with his own hands.
A sword.
Ser William was seriously injured and fell asleep after taking poppy milk. He did not take back the sword and kept it with Viserys.
Half a stick of white wax on the round wooden table was burning with a candle, swaying gently in the sea breeze coming through the cracks in the window.
The little black cat lying on the soft silk quilt opened a pair of green eyes and looked at Viserys curiously.
It didn't know what the boy wanted to do.
Then, the shadow of the boy drawing out his sword was reflected in Balerion's eyes.
Qiang——
The cold light reflected the candlelight and illuminated the entire room. There were still some mottled blood stains on the smooth sword, and Viserys's cheek also appeared.
"My strength... seems to have really increased."
The eyes reflected on the sword clearly showed a hint of joy.
Viserys felt that the long sword that was still a bit heavy for him before was not so strenuous now. His strength had grown significantly silently, and he seemed to be acting rationally without even noticing it. As it should be.
And he pressed his chest with his fingers. Not sure if it was his imagination, but even his body became stronger.
"What... exactly is the reason?"
The boy with silver-blond hair stood in front of the mirror, placing the long sword in his hand back on the round wooden table, slightly lost in thought.
He carefully recalled what happened before and after his escape from King's Landing. According to his mother, the bad news came the day before it happened.
Viserys only found out the next day, and was put directly on the carriage to escape. At that time, his brain was in a daze, and he took the risk to rescue Rhaenys.
During this period he did not do anything unusual.
Then he was attacked by the Lannister family on the way to Duskendale City, and he personally killed Kevan Lannister in this battle.
"Is it because I killed someone?"
There are not many complicated things in a simple journey, except for the squeaking ride on the carriage and the nervousness and panic when being attacked, and then mustering up all the courage to fight back in order to survive.
Viserys was not a fool, and he soon discovered the only difference between this journey and his daily life.
That means he killed a person with his own hands.
Thoughts in his mind were chaotic, and the boy with silver-blond hair stood there, his bloodshot eyes looking more and more energetic.
If it was true what he thought, then he would have discovered a way to strengthen himself.
You just need to keep killing enemies...
Then you can continue to grow?
Thinking of these, Viserys's heart beat faster and faster. He still didn't understand why he was the only one who could see that inexplicable black mist.
Now it seems that that is the...'gold finger' that came to this world?
But why did he choose himself?
Is it because of his bloodline? He is a Targaryen.
Viserys's thoughts are diverging, and his brain is gradually becoming active. This is the first thing that comes to his mind. This is the biggest feature that distinguishes him from others.
Targaryen's true dragon blood.
However, he then thought that the words reflected in the black mist were all High Valyrian.
Viserys hesitated slightly.
"Is it because I'm a Targaryen, or because... I'm a Valyrian?"
There are still many descendants of Valyria left in the world, but Viserys seems to be the lucky one.
He sat on the edge of the bed with his chin on his elbow and thought for a long time. However, due to his limited knowledge, he still could not figure out the reason.
There is no free lunch.
Viserys contained wisdom beyond his years in his small frame, and he knew it.
So when one day I really received a gift from God, I seemed to be a little too cautious.