Chapter 25

The naval battle outside continued.

Viserys had already donned a small leather armor tailored for him, and key parts such as his chest and wrists were wrapped with metal sheets.

He also held a short sword in his arms, which was also tailored according to his height and looked like a large sewing needle.

Slim, thin, and sharp.

The silver-haired boy stood on the stool, leaning on the window sill and watching the naval battle in the distance.

The ships that had already started the battle were blazing with flames, swords, lights and swords, weapons collided and slaughtered, and the screams of the soldiers on both sides were so loud that Viserys could even hear it indistinctly, as the sea breeze carried it from such a distance. Some.

But at the moment.

He didn't know why he was a little upset.

I always feel that something bad is about to happen, but I don't know why.

Maybe it is waiting for the judgment of fate, even if I know the result, I don't know whether it will change history because of my arrival.

right.

He has changed history.

Since the death of Kevan Lannister at his hands, the trajectory of the world has begun to change.

He may now also faintly regret his original impulse. He wondered if Lannister, who was known as "a debt must be repaid", would launch a crazy revenge for this.

If he had been hiding in the carriage and had no helper to assist Sir William, perhaps he would have acceded to Kevan's request to stop here.

And he did nothing, and they were able to escape to Dragonstone Island according to the trajectory.

but

Does he really not change anything if he doesn't do anything?

Viserys watched the long ship burning with flames on the sea sink completely into the sea, and the soldiers on both sides let out a scream and fell into the sea struggling to thump, but it didn't help, and there was a little trance.

He is well aware that everything consists of probabilities.

Maybe even if he doesn't do anything, or even never comes, everything will happen again and the trajectory will change differently.

What's more, if he really does nothing, he will be put on a financial crown in the future, or some other way of dying.

He didn't think the Baratheon family would spare him and his unborn sister.

However, when he thought of this, he thought that the birth of his sister was destined to take away his mother's life, and his inner irritability became even more prosperous.

After more than half a year of getting along, he has truly integrated into this world. His mother, Queen Leila, is really good to him, and he doesn't want to lose his mother.

Yet Viserys had no way of asking her mother to kill her sister, or open her mouth and tell her that the child in your womb was destined to take your life.

He could only try his best to make his mother happy and relieve his inner gloom, but Viserys' efforts didn't seem to be very effective.

Even though Queen Layla forced a smile in front of her son, everyone could see the melancholy and sadness in her eyes.

Heart disease is incurable.

The death of her husband Aerys and eldest son Rhaegar has become a pain in Layla's heart that cannot be resolved.

The silver-blond hair was blown away by the sea breeze, and Viserys was lying on the window sill alone, holding the sword.

Then he slowly sighed.

And on the other side of Dragonstone Castle.

"Um?"

This subtle sound was particularly clear in the silent corridor, and the eyes of all the mercenaries present were attracted.

"Someone?"

The leader of the Courage Group suddenly narrowed his eyes slightly, and then there was sternness and cruelty in his eyes.

He slowly pulled out a dagger from his boots and held it in his hand.

Then he turned his head and glanced at the axe-wielding man who came up at the beginning. The other party was also at a loss. He was sure and just denied that there was someone here, but he was slapped in the face in an instant.

However, the leader of the mercenary group did not care too much about these, and then he leaned against the black stone wall, his shadow swayed slightly, holding a dagger, and carefully touched the dark corner step by step.

If someone is hiding there, then the other party will be in bad luck. Although the main purpose of their trip is to kill the remnants of Targaryen, if someone seeks to kill himself, he doesn't mind sending the other party an extra ride.

The corner of the leader's mouth showed a smirk, and the dagger in his hand flashed a cold light.

The figure was getting closer and closer to the corner in the darkness, and he felt that he had even heard the other party's nervous breathing.

And at this time.

"Meow~"

He had already walked to the dark corner, but suddenly heard a subtle cat meow from the other end of the corner.

"Is it a cat?"

The cruel smile on the leader's face solidified, and he was stunned for a moment with the dagger in his hand, and the other six mercenaries not far behind were also slightly stunned, and then heaved a sigh of relief, especially the one with the battle axe on his back. Big man.

It seemed that this was a misunderstanding. There was no one hiding in the corner, but a small wild cat entered by mistake and made a noise.

And now the misunderstanding is resolved.

However, the leader of the mercenary group clenched the dagger and decided to confirm it again for the sake of caution.

Immediately, he pressed his body against the wall and slowly stuck his head out. A bloodshot eye appeared on the other side of the corner of the corridor.

The lights in this corridor are not very bright, even a little dim, and a pot of torches is lit at a distance.

And in the dim darkness, a pure black kitten was sitting under a bonsai, with a pair of green eyes, he saw the man's head sticking out, and the bloodshot eyes. Cruel eyes.

Then he tilted his head slightly.

"Meow~"

There was a suspicious cry again.

"It's a fucking cat."

Seeing this scene, the leader of the mercenary group came out and said cursingly.

At the same time, he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. Their raid this time was very dangerous, and he didn't want to make trouble.

However, what his eyes did not see was that beside the little black cat, behind the potted plant, a small figure was curling up all over, trembling nervously.

Princess Renice is naturally beautiful, but her forehead is slightly protruding. When she was about to slip away, she accidentally bumped her forehead against the wall, and then squatted.

At that time, Renice felt that she was really going to die, but fortunately, Balerion showed up in time.

The little girl hid behind the potted plant and shivered, begging the other party not to find her.

And Renice's prayer seems to be really sensed by the seven gods in the sky. After the leader of the mercenary group once again confirmed that it was really a movement from a cat, he did not really compare it with a cat.

Instead, it reflexively returned to the other companions.

The misunderstanding is completely cleared up.