Chapter 10 Attribute Enhancement

He knew who the Lannister family was, including the stories that happened later. Although he didn't remember very clearly, he knew a general idea.

He also knew that King's Landing now relies on reinforcements from the West.

However, the reality is clear that the Lannisters have also betrayed the Iron Throne, which will be the last straw to destroy the Targaryen dynasty.

Fortunately, the Lake family did not capture the deserter from Lannister, and did not trace the identity of the attacker's body. Ser Jeremy listened to what Ser William said, believing it was a rebel attack.

And because of the lack of news, Brown Castle has not received the latest news from King's Landing.

The silver-haired boy was in a hurry at the moment, but he couldn't show anything. The guards outside were both protection and care in his eyes.

"Have to get on board and leave before the news leaks."

Viserys looked out the window at the merchants and fishermen who went out to sea by boat, and made up his mind secretly.

"Meow~"

And at this moment, the little black cat Bellerion let out a cry, and then fled to the bed lightly.

The soft little paws stepped on the owner's brown hair, stretched out the little tongue and gently licked Renice's cheek, and then the tail lay on the side of the little girl.

Viserys's thoughts were slightly interrupted by Bellerion's cry, and he turned his head to look at Renice, who was asleep due to the combination of fear and exhaustion.

Then he withdrew his gaze, looked at the silver-plated round mirror not far away, and paused for three seconds.

huh~

A cloud of black mist slowly spread out.

【Viserys Targaryen】

Strength (Sun): 5

Constitution (soil): 6

Agility (water droplets): 8

Spirit (Moon): 18

"Um?"

In front of the silver mirror, there was a tender and delicate cheek, and the figure looked a little thin, only seven or eight years old, with long silver-gold hair and a pair of lavender eyes.

At this moment, because of the strong stimulation and the lack of sleep all night, some bloodshots appeared.

Viserys frowned slightly, looking at the high Valyrian script composed of black mist, and his eyes fell on the signs of 'sun' and 'soil'.

If he analyzed it well, they should represent his strength and physique respectively.

And Viserys remembered very clearly that before leaving King's Landing, the stats of 'sun' should be 3, and the stats of 'soil' should be 5.

"My strength and physique have changed in a short period of time?"

Viserys was slightly stunned and did not react. In his opinion, these data representing his body will only grow with the development or exercise of his body.

He didn't understand why only he could see the black fog.

The silver-haired boy stood in front of the mirror and rubbed his temples slightly. Too many things happened all night, and Viserys was actually very tired.

Even though his 'moon' attribute is far stronger than others.

However, at this time, he was still struggling, trying to figure out the current state of his body. His eyes turned to the sword on the table, the one that killed Kevan Lannister with his own hands. take a sword.

Ser William had fallen asleep after drinking Poppy Milk because of his serious injuries, and he had left the sword with Viserys without taking it back.

Half of the white wax on the round wooden table was burning with candles, and it was gently swaying with the sea breeze through the crack of the window.

The little black cat lying on the soft silk bedding looked at Viserys curiously with a pair of green eyes.

It doesn't know what the boy wants to do.

Then, in Balerion's eyes, the shadow of the boy drawing his long sword was reflected.

Clang——

The cold light reflected the candlelight and illuminated the whole room. There were some unwiped mottled bloodstains on the smooth sword, and Viserys' cheek also appeared.

"My strength... seems to have really increased."

There was a clear joy in the eyes reflected on the sword.

Viserys felt that the longsword, which had been a little heavy for him before, was not so difficult now, and his strength had grown so silently that he didn't even notice it. as it should.

And he pressed his chest with his fingers. I don't know if it was his illusion, and even his body became stronger.

"This... what is the reason?"

The silver-blond-haired boy stood in front of the mirror, the long sword in his hand was put back on the wooden table, and he was slightly lost in thought.

He thought carefully about what happened before and after his escape from King's Landing. According to his mother, the bad news came the day before it happened.

And Viserys didn't know it until the next day, and then he was directly put on the carriage to prepare to escape. At that time, his brain was dizzy and he took the risk to rescue Reness.

During this period he did not do anything unusual.

Then he was attacked by the Lannisters on the way to Duskdale, and he killed Kevan Lannister himself in this battle.

"Because I killed someone?"

There are not many too complicated things in the simple journey, except for the squeaking of the carriage, which is the nervousness and panic when attacked, and then in order to survive, I mustered all the courage to fight back.

Viserys was no fool, and soon discovered the only difference between this journey and his usual life.

That is to kill a person with his own hands.

The thoughts in his mind were chaotic, the silver-blond haired boy stood there, his bloodshot eyes seemed more and more energetic.

If it really follows what he thinks, then he has found a way to strengthen.

Just keep killing enemies

So you can keep growing?

Thinking of these Viserys' hearts beating faster and faster, he didn't understand why only he could see the inexplicable black mist.

Now it seems that that is the 'gold finger' that came to this world?

But why did he choose himself?

Is it because of his blood, he is a Targaryen.

Viserys's thoughts are spreading, and his brain is gradually becoming active. This is the first thing he thinks of. This is the biggest feature that distinguishes him from others.

The true dragon blood of Targaryen.

Immediately, however, he remembered that the text in the black fog was all High Valyrian.

Viserys hesitated slightly.

"Because I'm a Targaryen, or because I'm a Valyrian?"

There are many Valyrian descendants left in this world, but Viserys seems to be the lucky one.

He sat on the edge of the bed with his elbow on his chin and thought for a long time, but due to his limited knowledge, he could never figure out the reason.

There is no free lunch.

Viserys had intelligence beyond his age in his small frame, and he knew it.

Therefore, it seems a little too careful when one day I actually get a gift from God.