Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

Viserys knew very well that if he ever fell out with Dorne, Oberyn would definitely side with Dorne.

Bessie, on the other hand, was a trusted confidant whom he had personally cultivated.

To be precise, Bessie was a product of William Dary, the Red Fort manager.

Of all those who were among the first to follow Viserys and made great contributions, only William Daryl is not currently in a high position.

There was no news about them at all; they became very low-key and were forgotten by people.

The middle-aged instructor, due to an old injury, has become a gray-haired, half-blind old man. He now spends most of his time in Andalosburg instructing the castle soldiers on training. The new recruits are unaware of the old man's identity.

Few people know that Bessie Joyce, the commander of the First Legion who is now highly trusted by Viserys, was someone William Darryl promoted and recommended to Viserys.

Not long afterward...

Bessie Joyce then rushed to the outside of Viserys's study.

"Commander."

"Commander."

The guards outside the door greeted Bessie warmly when they saw her.

"Ah."

Bessie nodded and then knocked on the door.

"His Majesty."

Hearing Viserys' voice, he pushed open the door and came in.

"His Majesty."

Bessie entered Viserys's study. The man was dressed in a pure white robe and cloak, with a long sword at his waist.

There are not many knights who are qualified to wear white robes, and Bessie is one of them.

Because he also currently serves as the captain of the Kingsguard of Viserys, although he is only a figurehead.

Because Viserys never appointed another member of the Kingsguard after Bessie left him.

He was accompanied only by ordinary guards, not by any poetic 'white knight'.

The selection process for the Kingsguard is extremely complex, and loyalty must be guaranteed until death, even in old age, physical disability, or mental breakdown.

Although Bessie no longer has the strength to wield a sword, as long as Viserys doesn't ask him to leave, he will still be Viserys' Kingsguard captain.

"sit!"

"Bessie".

Viserys, sitting behind his desk without looking up, casually asked a question.

"How are military affairs going?"

Bessie and he were old friends, so there was no need for excessive formalities between ruler and subject.

The two sat in chairs and chatted casually for a few minutes, then Viserys stopped beating around the bush and got straight to the point.

"Bessie, I have something to ask you, I wonder if you'd be willing to give it a try."

Viserys didn't try to hide anything; instead, he openly and frankly recounted the matter of the black mist.

However, he didn't describe it in detail, only using a phrase he had jokingly used with Ariane to describe the black mist as a kind of divine power.

Viserys is the source of this divine power, and he can freely bestow it upon everyone around him.

Of course, this number is limited, and those who receive his divine power can greatly increase their strength, and may also recover from his injuries.

Viserys spoke directly and bluntly.

Even Bessie, who had always maintained a calm demeanor despite having suffered great calamities, couldn't help but slightly open her mouth beneath her mask.

"what?"

"Divine power?"

Bessie was slightly shocked, her voice muffled beneath the mask, and she spoke with disbelief.

His Majesty's words were so fantastical that he could hardly believe them.

To increase strength? To recover from injuries?

However, as a former Kingsguard of Viserys, Bessie was naturally very familiar with Viserys.

His Majesty the King was speaking to me so seriously that he wasn't joking.

"His Majesty."

"The divine power you speak of... could it be a gift from the seven gods?"

After a slight shock, Bessie quickly asked another question.

As a staunch believer in the Seven Gods, Viserys vividly remembered the Seven Gods' coronation, which he had once boasted about.

It was only after getting to know him that I learned Viserys had barely visited the sanctuary, let alone been a devout believer; it was pure nonsense.

Now that Viserys has offered up divine power, Bessie naturally immediately thought of the Seven Gods she worships.

"Do not…"

"Not the Seven Gods."

Viserys shook his head slightly at the somewhat agitated Bessie.

"I don't know which god He is."

Viserys did not explain the connection between the Black Mist and Valyria, but it certainly has nothing to do with the Seven Gods.

Because the Seven Gods do not speak Valyrian.

Having received a negative answer from Viserys, Bessie felt somewhat uncertain and anxious.

But he quickly regained his composure, nodded, and spoke firmly.

“I am willing to give it a try, Your Majesty.”

Chapter 301 The Role of the Black Mist

Bessie was willing to risk trusting his king because his fate had been changed by the king.

Without Viserys, he might still be just an ordinary hunter in the village, and even have to worry about attacks on the village by the Brotherhood and bandits.

Even though Bessie was a brave warrior before he was injured, one man can't fight against many, and he might die at the hands of bandits one day.

That's how Bessie's father died.

Viserys didn't hesitate when he saw that Bessie had agreed.

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

The Andal warrior had suffered severe burns that disfigured his face, so he always wore a metal mask and was completely covered from head to toe.

He was afraid that his appearance would frighten others, and Viserys had once suggested finding him a noblewoman, but Bessie politely declined.

And now.

Viserys' heart skipped a beat as he looked at the hideous and terrifying face before him.

Although he had seen Bessie like this before, he still couldn't help but feel a little nervous every time he saw her.

"If you notice anything unusual, be sure to speak up immediately..."

The silver-haired young man, whose appearance was now completely opposite to Bessie's, spoke up and gave instructions.

"I'm going to begin."

Bessie, now a legion commander, was a little nervous about taking off his mask in front of outsiders.

Then he saw His Majesty the King raise one hand, and a cloud of black mist gradually condensed in his palm.

"This is..."

On that dark, hideous face, Bessie's eyes remained clear, slightly widened.

Because he actually saw a cloud of black mist condense from Viserys's palm.

He wasn't even sure if it was his imagination, but he vaguely heard a sound like the wailing of a vengeful ghost.

"Could this be...?"

Just as Bessie was about to think of something, before he could think any further, Viserys pressed the black mist in his palm onto Bessie's forehead.

Call ~

Wisps of black mist traveled from Viserys's palm into Bessie's brow.

Time flows slowly.

Bessie felt a cold, sinister force flowing into her body.

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

This feeling is hard to describe, but I just feel closer to His Majesty the King, as if we have a spiritual connection.

How is this going?

Bessie was puzzled, but he didn't sense anything unusual, so he didn't say anything.

After Viserys fully injected the black mist, he only slowly stopped when Bessie's body reacted and the black mist bounced back.

"It's over."

"how do you feel?"

Viserys then asked.

"Um…"

Bessie pondered for a moment, then spoke.

"My strength has increased slightly, and my body seems to have recovered somewhat."

Bessie and Viserys had different understandings. He felt that the black mist was like a life force rather than a soul, and that it helped him repair his broken body.

It was easy to hear the excitement in the dark-haired man's words, after all, so much time had passed since he was burned.