Viserys took the bastard's life with his own hands.
Blood was spilled on the ground, and the round table hall was filled with the pungent smell of blood. Several guards opened their eyes slightly, and some couldn't bear to look directly.
Then, with a wink from the silent Sir Geoffrey, two guards stepped forward holding their noses and dragged the body down.
Along the way, a long trail of blood was dragged out on the ground, and servants came up with buckets to wash away the blood on the ground.
After Viserys personally killed this man to avenge his mother, he took a deep breath, and the black mist was silently sucked into his body, and it was still not noticed by others.
Then he turned around.
The old maid stood beside the stone pillar. What was very funny was that the few soldiers present were frightened by the scene in front of them and did not want to look any further, but this woman witnessed the whole scene.
Because the other party killed Queen Layla, the little girl who was once kind and lively.
Now this is just blood debt repayment with blood.
The old maid wearing a gray robe and a scarf wrapped her head spat hard, then saw Viserys turning around and quickly took out a clean handkerchief from his sleeve, put it on his sleeve and stepped forward.
Come.
"His Majesty."
Viserys turned his head slightly and glanced at the old maid. She had followed their orphaned and widowed mother all the way from the Red Keep, and had also gone through countless hardships.
"Thank you, Sophia."
Viserys nodded slightly, then took off the handkerchief from the old maid's cuff and gently wiped the blood off his hands.
And at this time.
A guard walked in from outside the door, then slightly possessed himself and whispered a few words in Viserys's ear.
"What?"
After hearing what the guard said, a trace of astonishment clearly appeared on Viserys' cheek.
Then she handed the blood-stained handkerchief back to the old maid, turned around and looked at the guard standing beside her, and asked again seriously.
"You mean... there is a merchant ship from Braavos, and a person who claims to be the envoy of Braavos comes to visit?"
The guard heard Viserys ask again and nodded quickly.
"Yes."
"this…"
The little king's face suddenly looked a little strange.
"Braavos..."
Of course he knows where Braavos is. This city is the most special and powerful city-state among the Free Trade City-states on the other side of the Narrow Sea. It is often called the 'Secret City' or the 'Private City of Valyria'.
"Birth Girl" is composed of a series of islands at the northwest end of the Essos continent, where the Narrow Sea and the Trembling Sea meet.
He was not surprised that merchant ships from Braavos would dock here. After all, Dragonstone blocked the entrance to Blackwater Bay, and merchant ships from the Free Trade City must pass through here if they wanted to have commercial exchanges with King's Landing.
In fact, the Targaryen fleet did not block the entire Blackwater Bay, because that would only cause negligible damage to King's Landing, but it would attract too many enemies for Targaryen.
but...
He was a little surprised that Braavos suddenly sent a messenger to visit.
Dragonstone and Braavos were separated by a narrow sea before. The distance was thousands of miles away, and they had no contact before. How could they suddenly send an envoy?
He can't be a liar...
Such thoughts flashed through Viserys' mind.
It's not that the boy is suspicious by nature, but that too many things have happened recently, which has made him a little suspicious. He looks at everyone as a liar, a mole, or an assassin.
"We might as well let him in first and listen to what this envoy from Braavos wants to say."
"His Majesty."
Sir Geoffrey, who was standing next to the main seat in the table hall, suddenly said.
He had just heard the conversation between Viserys and the guards, and knew that a messenger from Braavos had arrived. He was also a little curious about the purpose of the visit.
Viserys stood in the hall and hesitated slightly, but finally nodded.
"In that case, let's invite him over first."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
The guard agreed and then retreated.
Viserys then led everyone down the Stone Drum Tower to the hall on the bottom floor.
This is a place to meet important guests. Viserys attaches great importance to the envoy from Braavos. At this moment, the boy is sitting on the cold stone throne, and the sunlight from both sides penetrates in and sprinkles on the ground, illuminating the dust.
The silver-haired boy sat on the throne, adjusted his clothes slightly, and put on the crown again that his mother, Queen Leila, had crowned him.
The crown is made of pure gold, with a huge ruby inlaid in it. The crown reflects scorching light in the sun, like a flame burning between the boy's brows.
Sir Geoffrey, the commander of the Dragonstone Fleet, sat on the side of the throne with his head raised, his hands naturally hanging on his knees, his gray hair a little messy, and he quietly waited for the arrival of the Braavos envoy.
Not too much time has passed.
Rumble——
The door to the main hall of Dragonstone Castle was pushed open by the guards.
The little king sitting on the throne looked in the direction of the door with a pair of lavender eyes, while the guards who pushed open the door retreated to both sides, revealing the people standing behind them.
This is a middle-aged man wearing a taupe coat, deerskin boots on his feet, a string of wooden beads on his hand, a square face and dark hair.
Behind the middle-aged man in a gray-brown robe was a young swordsman, wearing black clothes and a narrow and thin sword tied around his waist.
Her hair was a little messy and she looked a little unkempt, but her eyes were extraordinarily sharp, as if they could penetrate people's hearts.
"In Braavos, only assassins wear tawdry clothes."
While Viserys was looking at these two people, the old knight sitting next to him leaned forward slightly and whispered in his ear.
When Jeffrey was young, he left his family and hometown because of murder and wandered around. He once went to the continent of Essos alone, where he worked as a mercenary, a sailor, and even a waiter in a tavern.
Braavos was also a place where he once wandered, so he naturally knew the customs there.
"The truly wealthy and powerful swordsmen, the Faceless Men often wear black and dark clothes. The officials, keykeepers and judges of Braavos often wear drab gray-brown coats."
Viserys heard what the old knight whispered in his ear. He did not turn his head but nodded silently, looking at the two people standing at the foot of the steps in front of him.
The Braavos envoy at the bottom of the steps also raised his head to observe the young king sitting on the throne.
Then he bowed slightly and saluted, and took the initiative to speak.