After hearing the guard's report, the young man sitting on the chair wearing plain clothes and with long silver-gold hair hanging freely put down the letter in his hand slightly.
Pantos once again suddenly invited him to a banquet for unknown reasons.
However, Viserys didn't quite believe the excuses mentioned in the letter to connect the two city-states, celebrate the traditional festivals of Pentos, etc.
There must be other reasons——
This thought passed through Viserys' mind, and then he narrowed his eyes.
However, Viserys did not think for too long and just paused slightly.
"Give this letter to Ramsay."
"Tell him to get to the bottom of this and see what Pentos wants to do."
Then the young king stood up and spoke.
"Let's go."
"Go and see how this sword is made."
...
Soon after.
Tread...
Footsteps sounded in the corridors of the castle.
"His Majesty."
"His Majesty."
The servants on both sides of the courtyard bowed and saluted when they saw Viserys.
And when Viserys arrived at the foundry in the castle, the place was still filled with smoke.
However, this long sword forged from the starry heart of the Red Comet has been freshly produced, and Master Tob Mott is sweeping away some dust at the same time.
"This is the sword, Your Majesty."
The disgraced Master Tuobu spoke respectfully.
At the same time, there was unhidden joy in his eyes. He was very satisfied with his work. He had a hunch that this would be a magic weapon that would leave its name in the long history.
And as the craftsman who forged it with his own hands, the name Tob Mott will also become a 'master craftsman' in the true sense.
Although others now call him a "master", Old Tob himself understands that a "master" without famous works cannot be regarded as a true master.
Therefore, Tob's inner joy was even greater than that of Viserys.
As soon as Viserys entered the workshop, needless to say, Old Tobdo's eyes were also attracted to a pair of lavender eyes, which were directly locked on the long sword hanging upside down on the shelf.
The dark red sword body seems to be wrapped in blood, with a simple black pattern in the center of the sword grid, and the golden guard bends towards the blade, like a dragon's claws grasping the blade.
The ink-colored extended sword hilt can be held with one hand or with both hands. The suffix is a golden accessory with red gems inlaid in it.
The overall style of this sword is the color of blood, just like the red comet that streaked across the sky at dusk. The blood-colored light even covered up the setting sun, and then fell in Viserys's eyes.
"This sword..."
Viserys was deeply attracted the first time he saw it, as if he saw a ball of fire, and a billowing heat wave hit his face.
Then the young king couldn't help but stretched out his hand and grasped the hilt of the sword tightly. The hot feeling disappeared in an instant, leaving only the clear texture of the hilt and the desire to kill the enemy with it.
Click——
Viserys took the sword off the shelf, and the bloody light like the setting sun illuminated the entire workshop, even overpowering the blazing furnace.
Pictures flashed through his mind, and the handsome face of the young king was clearly reflected on the sword as smooth as water.
"Choose a name..."
"This sword...is called 'Dusk'."
"It would end the usurper's rule and perhaps save many lives in the future."
Of course, this was not a name coined because another divine weapon forged from the Heart of the Star was called Dawn. Viserys did not have such a bad taste.
But when he saw this sword for the first time, the image of the setting sun flashing like blood flashed through Viserys' mind.
The sun sets in the west.
In the dim sky, a dazzling red comet streaked across and even obscured the light of the setting sun and moon.
Then it was like a big hand holding a dagger, falling from the sky and stabbing into the ground.
"After the doomsday dusk, there will be more vigorous vitality."
"Your Majesty is a good name."
Old Tob looked at Viserys holding the bloody sword with bright eyes. Seeing that Viserys was very satisfied with the sword, he felt relieved and catered appropriately.
The lady in red robe on the other side also had unconcealable tiredness in her eyes.
The sword was finally cast successfully.
In these three months, she has put in no less hard work than Master Tob.
R'hllor's divine power was almost drained from the body of the priestess, and she personally used her divine power to ignite the flames every time she forged it.
"This will be the twilight of the false gods."
Melisandre's voice was calm.
"The true king of light and fire will definitely hold the light messenger to defeat the alien gods and save the world."
The teachings of the Red God are somewhat similar to a dualistic god, meaning that there are two true gods in the world, and the rest are false gods.
Allah R'hllor is known as the Lord of Light, the God of Shadow and Fire, and also the God of heat and life, symbolizing the sun.
R'hllor's mortal enemy is also a true god recognized in the Red God's teachings. He is called the 'Cold God' or the 'Alien God'. He is the god of darkness, coldness and death.
The endless battle between the two is the source of long summer and cold winter in the entire world.
When the King of Light has the upper hand, it is Changxia, and when cold engulfs the entire world, it heralds that the God of Cold is in the lead again.
But this time the cold god is about to revive. Winter is coming, and Melisandre feels that her connection with R'hllor has become closer, and the Lord of Light's power is also recovering.
Do not you know why.
Viserys was holding this bloody long sword, shining under the hot furnace of the workshop. He ignored Old Tob's praise and Melisandre's brainwashing, and then turned his head to look at him.
Attendant.
"Draw your sword."
The young king's guard was stunned for a moment, then reacted and drew his sword from his waist.
Clang...
Both swords were drawn out in the narrow workshop, flashing with a cold light. Master Tob and Melisandre both wisely hid aside.
They knew that Viserys wanted to try the sword and was afraid of being accidentally injured by two people.
Although Melisandre is a witch, just like Mirri's death, although they can cast a curse, their bodies are still mortal.
The cold steel sword will pierce their hearts and kill the witches.
In the open space in the center of the workshop, the two people distanced themselves. Viserys held the 'Dusk' in one hand, his long silver-gold hair hanging down his back, a pair of lavender eyes looking at the guard opposite, and then nodded slightly.
.
"Attack me."
"Excuse me, Your Majesty."
The guard held his sword and gritted his teeth, then struck with his sword.