Chapter 54 Braavos

Viserys killed the bastard with his own hands.

Blood spilled on the ground, and the round table hall was filled with a pungent bloody smell. Several guards opened their eyes slightly, and some couldn't bear to look directly.

Then, winked by the silent Sir Geoffrey, two guards stepped forward, pinching their noses, and dragged the corpse down.

A long bloodstain was dragged on the ground along the way, and the servants also came up with buckets and washed the bloodstain on the ground.

And Viserys took a deep breath after killing this man himself to avenge his mother, and the black mist was quietly inhaled into his body, still undetected by others.

Then turned around.

The old maid stood beside the stone pillar. It was ridiculous that several soldiers present were frightened by the scene in front of them and did not want to watch more, but this woman witnessed this scene all the way.

Because the other party killed Queen Layla, the little girl who used to be kind and lively.

Now it's just blood for blood.

The old maid in a gray robe and a scarf wrapped her head spat fiercely, then saw Viserys turn around and hurriedly took out a clean handkerchief from her cuff, put it on her sleeve and stepped forward Come.

"His Majesty."

Viserys turned his head slightly and glanced at the old maid, who had followed their orphans and widows all the way from the Red Keep, and had also experienced countless ordeals.

"Thank you, Sophia."

Viserys nodded slightly, then took off the handkerchief from the old maid's cuff and gently wiped the blood from her hand.

And at this time.

A guard came in from outside the door, and then whispered a few words in Viserys' ear.

"what?"

Hearing what the guard said, a clear confusion appeared on Viserys' cheek.

Then he handed the blood-stained handkerchief back to the old maid, turned to look at the guard standing beside him, and asked again seriously.

"You mean there's a merchant ship from Braavos with a man calling himself a Braavos Messenger visiting?"

The guard heard Viserys repeat the question, and nodded hastily.

"Yes."

"This…"

The little king's face suddenly became slightly strange.

"Bravos."

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' Daughter, consists of a series of islands at the extreme northwest of Essos, where the Narrow Sea and the Shivering Sea meet.

He is not surprised that Braavos merchant ships will dock here. After all, Dragonstone Island blocks the entrance to Blackwater Bay. Merchant ships of the free trade city-state must pass through here if they want to have commercial exchanges with King's Landing.

In fact, Targaryen's fleet did not block the entire Blackwater Bay, because that would only cause negligible damage to King's Landing, but would attract too many enemies for Targaryen.

but

He wondered how Braavos had suddenly sent an emissary to visit.

Dragonstone Island and Braavos were separated by a narrow sea before, and the distance can be described as a thousand miles, and there was no connection before, how could an envoy suddenly be sent?

Not a liar.

The thought flashed across Viserys' mind.

It's not that the boy is suspicious by nature, but that too many recent events have made him a little suspicious, and everyone looks like a liar, an insider, or an assassin.

"You might as well let him in first and hear what this messenger from Braavos has to say."

"His Majesty."

And Sir Geoffrey, who was standing beside the main seat of the Picture Table Hall, suddenly spoke up.

He had just heard the conversation between Viserys and the guard, and knew that an envoy from Braavos had arrived, and he was also a little curious about what purpose the other party came with.

And Viserys stood in the hall and hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded.

"If that's the case, then invite him over first."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The guard agreed and then retreated.

Then Viserys led the crowd down the Stone Drum Tower to the hall on the bottom floor.

This is the place to meet important guests. Viserys attaches great importance to the messenger of Braavos. At this moment, the boy is sitting on the icy stone throne. The sunlight on both sides penetrates in and sprinkles on the ground, illuminating the dust.

The silver-haired boy sat on the throne and adjusted his clothes slightly, and put on the crown that his mother Queen Layla had crowned him.

The crown was made of pure gold, with a huge ruby ​​crown inlaid in it. The scorching light reflected in the sunlight, like a flame burning between the boy's eyebrows.

Sir Jeffrey, 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 was a little messy, and he quietly waited for the arrival of the Braavos messenger.

Not too long has passed.

rumbling—

The gate of the Dragonstone Castle was pushed open by the guards.

The little king sitting on the throne looked in the direction of the gate with lavender eyes, while the guards who pushed open the gate retreated to both sides, revealing the people standing behind them.

This is a middle-aged man in a taupe coat, moccasins on his feet, a string of wooden beads on his hands, and a square face with dark hair.

And behind this middle-aged man in a taupe robe, there is a young swordsman, wearing a black shirt with a narrow and thin sword tied around his waist.

The hair is a little messy and looks a little sloppy, but the eyes are extraordinarily sharp, as if they can penetrate the heart.

"In Braavos, only the Assassins wear tawdry clothes."

While Viserys was looking up and down at these two people, the old sergeant who was sitting beside him leaned slightly and explained in a low voice in his ear.

When Geoffrey was young, he left his family and wandered in his hometown because of murder. He once went to Essos continent alone, worked as a mercenary, worked as a sailor, and even worked as a waiter in a tavern.

Braavos was also a place where he wandered, so naturally he knew the customs there.

"The real rich and powerful swordsmen, the Faceless often wear black and dark clothing. The Braavos officials, the watchmen and the judges, tend to wear drab taupe coats."

Viserys heard what the old sergeant whispered in his ear, did not turn his head but nodded silently, looking at the two people standing in front of him under the steps.

And the Braavos messenger below the steps is also looking up to observe the little king sitting on the throne.

Then he bowed slightly and saluted, taking the initiative to speak.

"His Majesty."