Chapter 302 The Role of the Black Fog

Bessie was willing to risk his trust in his king because his fate was changed by the other.

If there is no Viserys, he may be just an ordinary hunter in the village, and even worry about the attack on the village by the Brotherhood and robbers.

Even though Bessie was a valiant warrior before he was injured, his fists were invincible with four hands, and he might die under the knife of a robber one day.

That's how Bessie's father died.

And Viserys wasn't too pretentious when he saw that Bessie agreed.

Then he made him stand in front of him, and then took off the mask on his face.

The Andal warrior has suffered severe burns, and his face has long been unrecognizable, so he wears a metal mask all the year round, and his body is also tightly wrapped.

He was afraid that his appearance would scare others. Viserys once mentioned to him to find him a noble woman, but Bessie politely refused.

And now.

Viserys looked at the terrifying face in front of him, and his heart throbbed slightly.

Although he had seen Bessie like this before, he couldn't help but feel a little tight in his heart every time he saw it.

"What kind of strangeness must be said in time..."

The silver-haired young man, who was completely opposite to Bessie's current appearance, spoke up.

"I'm going to start."

Taking off the mask in front of outsiders rashly, Bessie, who has become the army commander, is still a little nervous.

Then he saw His Majesty the King raised a hand, and a black mist gradually condensed out of his palm.

"This is."

On that ugly black face, Bessie's eyes were still clear, and her eyes widened slightly.

Because he really saw a black mist congealing from Viserys' palm.

Even he didn't know if it was his own illusion, he faintly heard a voice like a ghost crying.

"Is that so."

Bessie had just thought of something, but before he could think about it any more, Viserys pressed the black mist in his heart between his brows.

huh~

Threads of black mist followed Viserys' palm and penetrated between Bessie's eyebrows.

Time flows slowly.

Bessie felt a cold force flowing into her body.

He couldn't help shivering, and then he began to feel some changes in his body.

This kind of feeling is unclear and unclear, but it just feels closer to His Majesty the King, as if there is a feeling of spiritual connection.

How is this going?

Bessie didn't know why, but he didn't feel anything strange, so he didn't speak.

And after Viserys completely injected the black mist, it was not until Bessie's body had a rejection reaction that bounced the black mist back, and then he slowly stopped.

"It's over."

"how do you feel?"

Then Viserys asked.

"Um…"

And Bessie thought for a moment, and then said.

"The strength has increased a little, and the body seems to have recovered a little."

Bessie and Viserys didn't understand it differently. He felt that the black mist was like a life force, not a soul, that helped him repair his broken body.

It's not hard to hear his excitement in the dark-haired man's words, after all, it's been so long since he was burned.

Originally, he had already given up, thinking that it would be impossible for him to lift the sword again in his life, but he never thought that Viserys would give him another chance.

Bessie clenched her fist slightly, there was still some pain between her fingers, but it was much better than before, and then she took out her saber from her waist.

Clang——

The sword light illuminated the entire study.

The guard outside the door seemed to hear the sound of a sword being drawn from the study, and immediately asked.

"Your Majesty, what happened?"

However, Viserys seemed very calm, taking two steps back slightly to make room for Bessie.

Hearing the words of the guard outside, he spoke calmly.

"fine."

This long absence of holding a sword feels really good.

Bessie had injured the knuckles of her fingers due to severe burns, so it became difficult to hold the sword.

The maester diagnosed him at that time that he should not be able to lift the sword again in this life, of course, this is talking about fighting with the sword.

But now Bessie's five fingers are tightly gripping the hilt of the sword. Although his skin is still terrifyingly black, there is a surging vitality in the flesh and blood under this terrifying skin.

"It's a really good feeling, even though I haven't fully recovered yet."

Bessie swung her long sword vigorously, trying her best to feel the changes in her body, and said happily.

Then he suddenly came to his senses, and he was so excited just now that he swung his sword in front of His Majesty the King.

Then he hurriedly put the sword into the sheath with a snap, and subconsciously knelt down on one knee to plead guilty.

"Sorry, Your Majesty"

For someone like him who had been seriously injured, such a violent action was still unbearable, and the tearing pain struck, causing Bessie, who was kneeling on one knee, to twitch slightly.

Viserys just blinked, however, watching Bessie change, then reached out to help his Kingsguard up.

"It's okay if the body recovers a little bit, maybe it will get better after a while."

Viserys thought for a moment, then spoke.

The black cat didn't change much at first, but later this change became more and more obvious.

"You are the first to receive this divine power."

Viserys was talking.

At this time, his eyebrows slightly raised, and the words stopped here.

Because he seems to have suddenly sensed Bessie's emotions

He seemed to be very grateful to himself. Although he didn't appear to be particularly excited on the surface, in fact, Bessie was in a state of turmoil, so much so that she forgot about her injuries just now.

How is this going?

At this moment, Viserys suddenly remembered that when he ordered the black cat to kill the chickens not long ago, he also seemed to vaguely feel the 'puzzled' emotion conveyed by the black cat.

Is this the same as Bellerion...

Are we connected?

It was only then that Viserys suddenly realized that there was this hazy connection between Balerion and him.

When Bellerion was just a dragon egg, it seemed to absorb a lot of black mist.

And when Balerion is hatched, it grows much faster than its brothers, and one person and one dragon can directly connect with one another without words, but with hearts.

"So the effect of the black fog is here?"

Viserys' eyes brightened slightly, and he finally understood what the black fog was doing.

He is the source of the black mist, and those who receive the black mist are equivalent to his servants, who can strengthen their abilities.

At the same time, there will be a spiritual connection with the owner.

It's like the connection between the vampires and the converted minions he heard in his previous life.