Game of Thrones: Viserys the Three-Headed Dragon.

Chapter 15 Patient Viserys

After Viserys and Illyrio finished their lunch, they met Daenerys sitting quietly on a stone bench by the garden on their way back to their room.

She seemed to have been waiting for a while, and her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat from the scorching sun.

It was Viserys who greeted her first, waving her closer. "Come here, Dany. What are you doing here? Are you fully recovered?"

Daenerys noticed that her brother was smiling and seemed to be in a good mood. "Almost."

She leaned closer and glanced at the florist who was pruning in the garden, wearing a copper collar around his neck.

"This is Governor Illyrio's slave." This was what the maid Ani told her when she was still there.

Dany approached cautiously and began to speak to her brother in a low voice: "I asked Ani carefully today, the maid, and she said that she was arranged by the owner of the courtyard to serve me. Why is he so good to us?" She asked quietly, "What does he want from us?"

Dany had long understood in exile that such generous treatment would not come out of thin air.

"Don't say that, Dany," Viserys said, frowning slightly. "He is a kingmaker. He knows that I will be king again one day, and he will remember his friends who helped me in times of need."

Viserys noticed that Daenerys was limping a little and walking with some effort, but she didn't care, which surprised Viserys. Normally, a sprained ankle would require at least a week or two of rest.

He couldn't help but suspect that Daenerys had deliberately sprained her ankle because of what he said that day. But such speculation might be too bizarre for a timid little girl. So Viserys regarded it as a manifestation of Daenerys's inherent strength of character.

After all, she will be the Mother of Dragons.

But now the Mother of Dragons is just a girl who is afraid of saying the wrong thing, so she shut up when she heard it. Yesterday, her brother's advances seemed like a dream, and now when it comes to the throne, Dany is afraid of provoking his anger. Just like before.

"My dear sister, one day we will take back our homeland." Viserys often promised her, and sometimes his hands would tremble uncontrollably as he spoke. "Think of all the jewels and silks, Dragonstone and King's Landing, the Iron Throne and the Seven Kingdoms, all taken from us, and we will take them all back." Viserys seemed to live for that day to come.

The words king, king again, were like prayers that Viserys kept saying. If the throne was a god, Dany thought Viserys was more faithful than the red priests who occasionally sang the prayers as the night fires were lit.

But when Dany asked for details or said something he didn't like, her brother would get angry.

"Today is a great day, Dany." But Viserys' good mood seemed to have not yet disappeared. He tried to share his joy with great interest, but he never said what he had done. He just kept on laughing. "When historians write about my dynasty in the future, they will definitely write this."

Dany was vaguely uneasy at Viserys's enthusiasm, so she did not answer.

Viserys didn't care, he grabbed Dany's hand and helped her back to the room, letting her rest until her sprained foot healed to avoid sequelae. Viserys didn't want the future Mother of Dragons to become a cripple who walked with uneven feet.

Although the maids who had been cleaning the corridor diligently and the elusive butler were not to be seen, Viserys still insisted on performing. He tried to share his "joy" with Daenerys and began to tell her the "Aegon's Conquest Story" that he had told her countless times.

Daenerys lay on the bed, just listening and occasionally responding.

Viserys was in high spirits, and he spoke of Bending the Knee until the sun went down.

Of course he could clearly feel that Daenerys was not interested in this, but he had to speak, and he had to speak with great interest. Otherwise, he would not be able to express his "joy" in words.

Of course, Viserys understood that too much is as bad as too little, but he was more worried that he had appeared too mature in front of Illyrio today.

Illyrio is a very difficult guy to deal with. It is difficult to read the emotions on his face. This person does not mind belittling himself in verbal confrontations. Most of the time he is kind, and the emotions he occasionally reveals are difficult to tell whether they are true or false. This person often tests his words, so Viserys has to be extremely careful.

Most of the time, Viserys didn't know whether his exaggerated performance had really convinced the other party. He could only rely on his exaggerated performance to cover up his emotions. At least in the surface conversation, he thought that he and Illyrio had a good back-and-forth.

Observe what he says and watch what he does.

Next we have to wait and see what actions Illyrio takes to verify this.

During dinner, Viserys's voice began to hoarse, so Illyrio simply exchanged pleasantries and left the siblings to their own devices.

Viserys went into his room on the pretext of being tired. With nothing to do, he first began to fiddle with the dragon bone necklace that had lost its effectiveness, and then continued to exercise quietly in the room day after day.

Finally, I go into the bathroom before going to bed and feel the tiny dragon scales on my chest.

He had roughly figured out that the consumed magic power would take about a day to replenish, and that the scale made of pure magic elements could be controlled by the mind in terms of its visibility and invisibility.

To put it simply, the dragon scale is a magical structure that is the instinctive manifestation of elemental magic, and Viserys can hide the elemental magic that constitutes it in the liver by controlling the flow of magic.

Viserys guessed that if he turned into a dragon in the future, the elemental magic that made up his dragon body might also be gathered in the same way at the liver, horns, and wings, which are the most important magic gathering points of the dragon body - in other words, he could become a little dragon man?

Forehead.
Viserys imagined it.
Ultimately, he felt that the dragon form was more appropriate. After all, a dragon had three heads, and it was hard for him to imagine how weird it would be to have dragon wings on his back, three heads, or three elemental horns on his head.

Of course, he was far from that kind of trouble now.

After another short burst of dragon flame exhausted his magic power, Viserys came out of the toilet, washed up quickly and went to bed.

He also needed to verify the exact time it took to restore magic power many times, and whether the experiment of exhausting magic power would unknowingly expand the magic capacity. For a period of time, Illyrio really did not appear again. Viserys did not know whether he really set off for the Seven Kingdoms, but it was better to be true.

The journey from the Eastern Continent to Westeros is not an easy one. Although the "Narrow Sea" has the word "narrow" in it, it is not a small strait, but an ocean as vast as the Atlantic Ocean on Earth. Pentos is considered to be close to Westeros, but relying on the sailing ships of this world to cross the sea, it takes at least half a month to go back and forth.

In any case, without Illyrio, Viserys felt less pressured, and his tense nerves relaxed a little. He was very satisfied with the development space he had created.

Then the days that followed were uneventful.

Viserys basically just eats more and exercises more every day - a healthy and strong body is the prerequisite for everything.

Take more walks, take more notes, wander around the courtyard, remember the details of the environment, remember the people who appear in the courtyard, remember their faces, and occasionally ask them about their names, identities and duties - these may not be really used, but when they are needed, he must know them.

The rest was to go to Daenerys when he had time to cultivate feelings, but he was really not used to this feeling, because in front of Daenerys he had to be reserved, he couldn't tell her the truth, he couldn't be unfriendly, but also couldn't be too friendly, and most of the time Dany was silent, with a lot on her mind - in the end he seemed to have found a way to get along with her, which was to borrow the storybooks that were placed in the living room in Illyrio's courtyard, and tell his sister the strange stories popular in Pentos.

He felt that it was effective. During the time Daenerys was recuperating in the house, she relied on him to tell stories to relieve her boredom. After she was able to walk normally, she began to walk with him all day long.

It's just too silent.

Viserys knew that Daenerys was quiet because of her original self's suppression. He also had to admit that he was not a good brother. When faced with questions he couldn't answer, he wouldn't get angry or scold her like his original self, but he would always make excuses and change the subject. He never asked about his sister's worries and was even happy to see it - this meant that Dany couldn't guess his thoughts, and she didn't have the possibility of her being too clever to influence his plans.

As for Viserys telling stories to Daenerys as if she were a child, it was fine in the first few days, she had expectations and enthusiastic responses, but when it continued like this, she lost interest and began to resist Viserys treating her as a child. But every time he told stories, Dany would still cooperate and respond.

It can be seen that compared to boredom and childishness, she was more afraid that her brother would return to his previous terrible appearance. But the girl was still distressed, and her brother's transformation did not make her happy for long, because she soon discovered that compared to scolding and violence, contempt, perfunctory, evasiveness and distrust were also cold knives that would make her uncomfortable.

Viserys found that the girl reacted strongly to words like "Don't say that", "Don't say stupid things", and "Let's talk about this later", and usually saying them meant the end of the whole conversation. So he began to use this set of words widely when he wanted to leave her.

Viserys tried to make his life dull and boring in order to lower the vigilance of his watchers.

Of course, he had not forgotten the other dragon bone product that had caused him a reaction in Illyrio. To be honest, he was thinking about it all day long, but the courtyard was under strict surveillance.

He didn't know where the treasure was, and he wasn't stupid enough to ask.

Since he could wait for the right opportunity to seize it, he would not consider such a risky and foolish act as stealing.

Of course Viserys wanted to, but he knew better than to be impatient. Everyone can talk about forbearance, but how many people in the world can actually do it?
He must remain patient.
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Illyrio's ship spent seven days and nights on the Narrow Sea before finally entering Blackwater Bay.

The birds could deliver information faster than ships, so Illyrio soon met the contact person at the port of King's Landing. He first stayed in an inn and rested from the afternoon until nightfall, when someone knocked on his door again.

Then Illyrio went out. No one was outside, but he knew that was the signal.

So he dressed up a little, walked out of the inn, and walked through the streets and alleys, and finally came to the dock by the sea under the cover of night, where a fishing boat was waiting. After he boarded the fishing boat, it began to sail, sailing on the sea near King's Landing without any lights. The boatman was a strange man whose appearance was unclear, and he didn't say a word to him until Illyrio got off the boat.

The boat reached an uninhabited beach. The boatman dropped Illyrio off the boat, then rowed the boat to the sea and began to skillfully cast nets to catch fish.

Illyrio was already familiar with this place. After landing, he walked along the beach for a while and came to a rocky slope. He soon found a dark cave among the rocks. He looked around vigilantly and made sure that there was no one around before he went into the cave.

The location of the cave entrance is very particular. From here upwards, there is first a steep cliff, and then the rugged mountains on the top of the cliff. A hundred meters away from this rugged mountain, tall city walls and ramparts stand there - that is where the Red Fort is.

How complicated is the secret passage in King's Landing!
Every time Illyrio came, he couldn't help but wonder how Varys could remember such a complicated terrain?

Illyrio found a torch in a dark crevice at the entrance of the cave, lit it and began to walk inside. The cave was initially made up of naturally formed stone walls with many branches. If you took the wrong path, the cave would become narrow and cramped, making it difficult to pass through.

Fortunately, Illyrio remembered the route. After walking for a long time, he finally found traces of human excavation at a fork in the road. The rotten wooden boards smelled moldy, but they led to the right path.

At the end of the road is a huge cave surrounded by stone walls, but there is wind here, and the cold wind blows down from the top of the head.

Illyrio's torch flickered in the wind.

He found a ladder somewhere on the stone wall and began to climb up. The fat governor had not exercised so vigorously for a long time, and he was breathing heavily as he climbed.

Illyrio was resting on a flight of stone steps beside a great black well, twenty feet wide and opening darkly as if it reached down to the center of the earth. He had climbed up from the bottom.

The flickering light of the torches dimly swept across the dark walls that had been carved out by human craftsmen. Large stones were embedded in the curved walls to form stairs, spiraling upwards. Illyrio knew that he was truly in the intricate secret passages beneath the Red Keep.

A torch lit up above Illyrio's head, as small as a candle flame, slowly moving downwards towards him.

The owner of the torch was a guy who walked lightly. Only the increasingly bright light of the torch and his tall shadow cast on the wall showed that he was approaching quietly.

Soon Illyrio heard the torchmaster's voice echoing from the well: "You have learned the hard way that dealing with a king is difficult, old friend."

(End of this chapter)