Chapter 57 The King's Hand

Viserys held the handwritten letter of Sea King Braavos in his hand and fell into silence.

The entire hall was silent.

Everyone looked at the little king sitting on the throne. They didn't know what was written in the letter. This was a highly confidential content, but they seemed to be embarrassed by the look on Viserys' face.

Afterwards, Viserys did not speak, but handed over the Sea King's handwritten letter to Sir Geoffrey beside him.

For this fleet commander, Viserys had nothing to doubt, after all, without the other party, he and his mother would have already died.

Even if he followed the original trajectory, he and his mother, Queen Layla, fled to Dragonstone Island, and the Shocking Acting City Lord and other people with a fleet did not dare to murder their orphans, widows and mothers.

Even if the storm is about to destroy the Targaryen fleet, Viserys is not clear about the details in the middle. Maybe the illegitimate son and others want to give the Viserys brother and sister to Baratheon, or other plans.

But with the help of Sir William, he eventually escaped to the continent of Essos, and then began a long career in exile.

So Viserys naturally has unconditional trust in the old jazz and the coach.

If he needed to forge a 'Hand of the King' medal now, perhaps Viserys would award it directly to Sir Geoffrey.

The gray-haired old sergeant didn't refuse, he took the letter directly from Viserys, and read it seriously.

And Viserys' eyes fell on the two Braavos messengers again.

"In fact, my mother, the Queen Mother Layla Targaryen, is dead."

Viserys stood up from the icy stone throne, and the sunlight on both sides of the hall shone in, forming pillars of light covered with dust, which fell on the ground.

"Your Majesty, please condolences."

As the messenger, Claire, the mayor of Braavos, once again saluted Viserys to express his condolences. In fact, they knew the news when they disembarked.

"Please allow us to pay homage to this kind and great queen mother when we leave Dragonstone Island."

However, Viserys just waved his hand, knowing that these were just the emissary's polite words.

The other party didn't even know that Targaryen could speak Valyrian now, and he might have only heard the name of his mother, Queen Layla.

"Envoy, please stay on Dragonstone Island for a while longer."

"I still need to consider what is written in Lord Ferrego Antarion's letter."

This is what Viserys is hesitant about now. When Viserys got this letter, Viserys can confirm that the other party is indeed the messenger from Braavos.

However, there is some hesitation about whether or not to actually go to Braavos to meet Viserys.

Although the current little king has thwarted several Iron Throne conspiracies, and followed the fleet to fight a beautiful turnaround in Shipbreaker Bay, his morale has been strongly boosted.

But the Targaryens are still quite disparate to Baratheon.

The opponent is like having ten fingers, but he took the opportunity to break one finger. If the opponent clenched his fists tightly, he could easily slap him to death on Dragonstone Island.

After all, it's too close to Westeros, it's almost a stone's throw away.

Viserys had no sense of security on Dragonstone. Although he knew that King Robert had no warships, he was still afraid that one day when he woke up, Dragonstone would be surrounded by ships that could not be seen. .

So Viserys has been thinking about how to abandon Dragonstone and lead the fleet and people to retreat to the mainland east of the Narrow Sea.

Set foot there, and then develop with peace of mind, so that you can save the lives of your brother and sister and not lead a life of displacement.

Viserys had never had a clue about this matter before. After all, as the old Sir said before, the free trade city-state seemed to be loose, but it rejected the invasion of foreign power.

Viserys did not dare to lead the fleet to invade the Essos continent, which would be equivalent to cutting off his own back path.

And now this letter from Braavos Aquaman brings him another possibility.

Viserys was slightly hesitant.

The idea is good and bold, but it also carries considerable risks.

If Braavos is malicious, it is also possible to tie him up and send him to King's Landing in exchange for a hefty reward.

But Viserys believed that a living self, a self who could cause trouble for the Iron Throne, was far more important than the trivial reward for the Iron Vault.

So Viserys actually had such an answer when he was a little hesitant in his heart.

It's just that there is still a lack of someone to support him in doing so, making him more courageous to strengthen his inner thoughts.

This is equivalent to a gamble and game.

Perhaps this is one of the reasons why Maester Daniel thinks Viserys is better than Prince Rhaegar.

He will try to complete self-redemption in difficult situations, never give up, and always come up with some unexpected ideas.

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"Follow His Majesty's arrangement."

And the two envoys from Braavos naturally had no objection to Viserys' arrangement.

After all, this is a secret conversation between the little king of Targaryen and their lord Sea King. They are just a messenger in the middle, and everything is mainly to serve the overall situation.

Then Viserys waved his hand slightly, and a guard led the two messengers to retreat first, and arranged a temporary rest in the castle. They still need to discuss this matter.

After the two messengers withdrew, Sir Geoffrey, who was sitting on the chair beside the throne, also read the entire letter written by Sea King.

Just like Viserys' situation just now, the old man was slightly lost in thought.

However, the old sergeant was silent for a while, then raised his head slightly, just about to open his mouth to say something, but looked at Viserys before saying anything.

And the little king has experienced too many worldly ways, and his eyelashes are empty, so he naturally understands the meaning of the old man.

Then he waved his hand screen again and retreated the guards on the left and right.

soon.

Only two of them, the old and the young, were left in the entire hall, and then Viserys turned his head.

"Perhaps I should make you a 'Hand of the King' medal."

"Lord Jeffrey."

The silver-haired boy wore a ruby ​​gold crown on his head. Under the slanting sunlight, his small figure was stretched to the height of a full-length adult. A pair of lavender eyes shone with brilliance, and he spoke sarcastically.

The old sergeant was about to say something, but was interrupted by Viserys, with a slightly wry smile on his face.

"People like me don't have the talent and character to be the former Prime Minister of the Royal Family."