He saw that Viserys had not left the cabin for a day after boarding the ship, so he rushed over to check on him.
He was afraid that the little king would not be able to bear the life on the ship. After all, Dragonstone was thousands of miles away from Braavos. Their group also had to go to Pentos first, rest there, load and unload some cargo, and then set off again.
Braavos.
Businessmen actually bear great risks every time they go to sea. If it were not for a large trading house, the loss of a shipwreck would be enough to bankrupt a seemingly glamorous businessman.
So they naturally have to learn to be greedy and will only stop when they make a lot of money.
However, he was slightly relieved when he saw Viserys, because the little king was in good condition and seemed to have adapted to life on the ship. He was not seasick or vomiting.
"His Majesty."
"It will probably take us more than a month to reach Braavos on this trip."
Braavos is located among the islands at the northwest end of the Essos continent. It is at the intersection of the Narrow Sea and the Shivering Sea. It is far away from Dragonstone. Moreover, this route needs to reach Pentos first, so it is naturally costly.
A very long time.
Then the envoy from Braavos, wearing gray-brown robes, offered to show Viserys around the ship.
"visit?"
Viserys frowned slightly when he heard the other party's invitation, but finally nodded and agreed.
"Can."
Later, Viserys followed the envoy for a brief tour of the brigantine merchant ship.
A huge sail is pulled on the deck, and below the deck is a cabin for storing cargo. The lowest cabin also has rowing rooms on the left and right sides, and a long corridor in the middle.
Although the brig had enough power to cross the Narrow Sea, it still needed a few oarsmen to supplement power when necessary.
Moreover, there was also a mixed crowd on this ship. All kinds of small businessmen, mercenaries, and people who wanted to leave the war-torn Westeros and go to the Eastern Continent to make a living also got on this ship and gathered together.
Viserys simply followed the envoy out to visit and get some fresh air. He felt a little aggrieved after being held in the cabin all day.
While they were wandering around, many people who had spread out mats and sat on the deck cast curious glances at Viserys.
Although Viserys was disguised, his silver-gold hair was dyed blue, and his clothes were not very gorgeous, he just looked like the son of a wealthy businessman or a noble young master.
However, the aura of the boy's movements and the depth in his lavender eyes still made them realize that this boy's identity might not be simple.
A mother holding a baby sat on the deck, leaning on the edge of the ship's plank. She had a strong figure and did not hesitate to open her chest to let the baby drink milk. Her black hair was messy and she looked a little gray.
However, when Viserys passed by her, her eyes fell on Viserys.
She took a peek curiously, with a mixture of surprise and disbelief in her eyes.
Then he hurriedly avoided his gaze as if he felt inferior, for fear of being discovered by this noble noble young master.
And the other side.
Several mercenaries who were also sitting on the deck were drinking and punching. They were wearing tattered leather armor. Their thick hair and body odor could be smelled from a distance. Their weapons were kept at hand or pinned to them.
The waistband of the trousers was tied to the calf.
This group of drinking mercenaries made a loud noise, not caring about the opinions of the people around them, and the people next to them seemed to be used to it.
There was even a tattered old man who lay down next to them on a tattered quilt and slept soundly.
The group of mercenaries also saw Viserys, whose face was red because of drinking, but they were different from the woman who was breastfeeding just now. They did not shy away at all and looked at Viserys carelessly.
Then one of them stood up unsteadily, walked in front of Viserys and blocked his way.
The mercenary's strong body odor and alcohol hit his face, and Viserys frowned slightly.
He wanted to raise his hand to cover his nose, but at the same time, he didn't want to anger these men and cause unnecessary trouble with his little actions.
Then the boy stopped and looked up at each other.
"Hey, this noble young master."
The mercenary was swaying, and his standing was a little unsteady. His face was red, and the smell of alcohol came out when he opened his mouth. He looked at Viserys and spoke first.
"The Eastern Continent is not that safe. It is a place where people really eat people."
"Do you need to hire help?"
Then the mercenary pointed to his companions who were drinking happily behind him, and then patted his chest.
"As long as we have enough money, we brothers are definitely not afraid of death!"
However, the two soldiers from Dragonstone who were following Viserys saw this scene and became furious, and decisively blocked the little king.
"Hey, hey, sorry about this brother."
The guard pushed away the mercenary who was blocking the way. The drunken mercenary was pushed, staggered slightly and almost didn't fall.
"Your Majesty... no, the young master will be protected by the two of us."
The guard stood in front of Viserys and spoke. He accidentally missed something and then hurriedly corrected himself.
At the same time, the guard held the hilt of the sword with one hand and slightly pulled it out, with a look of disgust on his face.
"The young master does not need and will not hire people like you."
As soldiers who received formal training on behalf of the Wang family, they actually looked down on these mercenaries, thinking that they had no sense of honor and only fought for money.
However, in fact, the regular army that broke up and rebelled was more dangerous than these mercenaries, and many of the mercenaries were former soldiers. For various reasons, they finally chose to do this and tied their heads to their belts.
On the job.
The small conflict on the deck attracted the attention of the resting people, and they all looked over.
But the mercenary who was almost pushed down was not angry when he heard the guard's words. His body was filled with the smell of alcohol and foul body odor. He just laughed twice and seemed to not care about being humiliated by others.
Then he told Viserys that if he needed help, he could come to their brothers.
Then he sat back on the deck and ate and drank with the other brothers.
Viserys, on the other hand, witnessed this scene the whole time, and his frown that had just been frowned slightly relaxed.
He glanced at the mercenary curiously, and then looked away.