Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

The silver-haired young man was handsome and skilled; he quickly subdued the mercenary known as "The Butcher," winning the favor of the boss who organized the expedition.

So Viserys changed his name to 'Aemon' and joined the expedition.

Viserys only realized the scale of the operation after joining the expedition, and that the 'boss' behind the scenes was of high status.

He was one of the three consuls of Valantis, Malajo Megia of the Tiger Party.

He organized an expedition of nearly a thousand people, consisting of twenty ships of varying sizes, most of whom were slaves.

There are also many mercenaries like Mia and Viserys who harbor dreams.

"Of course it's for the money."

"What other reason could there be besides this purpose?"

Mia heard Viserys' question, gave him a strange look, and then spoke as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"if not?"

"What do you want to do, Aemon?"

"Of course, I'm also in it for the money."

Viserys leaned back slightly, bracing himself against the back of the chair behind him.

"Is that so?"

Mia looked at Viserys with suspicion.

"But you don't seem like someone who's short of money."

Mia's gaze fell on Viserys's attire, although Viserys's clothes were also very ordinary and nothing particularly outstanding.

But for some reason, 'Imon's' demeanor and the impression he gave her were that of a person of noble status who had held a high position for many years, and every word and action of his carried a special feeling.

"You think too much."

Viserys simply shrugged slightly in the face of Mia's questioning gaze and spoke naturally.

"I'm just not that poor."

"And he enjoys adventure and wants to see what Valyrian ruins are really like."

Chapter 310 Expedition

The adventure team is scheduled to embark on their journey in two weeks.

During this time, Viserys naturally had nothing to do, so he just followed Mia around Valantis for a while.

Look at what this city, once known as the 'city of flowers and fountains,' looks like now.

The girl's style was somewhat similar to Renis's; both of them had a dashing and heroic appearance. However, Mia was much older than Renis, and even two years older than Viserys.

Her long, fiery red hair was tied into a ponytail, revealing her fair neck, and she wore a clean and tidy khaki linen outfit.

Two daggers were strapped to her thighs, and Viserys knew that there was also a miniature rapier hidden in her sleeve, which was actually her most lethal weapon.

She has killed... quite a few people.

Viserys watched the girl's retreating figure, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Mia was a native of Valanthi, and as she put it, on average, every free citizen of Valanthi owned more than five slaves.

However, she didn't have any.

Her parents had died long ago, but fortunately she was a 'noble' free citizen of Valantis, not a lowly slave.

Therefore, no matter how poor she is, as long as she doesn't give in to depravity, she won't be forced to do disgusting work.

Mia became a mercenary through her own hard work, having served in the Cat Band before joining other smaller mercenary groups.

With her ruthlessness, she killed a high-ranking mercenary who tried to take advantage of her, and cut off his penis and fed it to the dogs.

From then on, Mia established her special status within the mercenary group. Other men dared not provoke her easily, and she no longer had to personally fight on the front lines.

However, for some reason, he suddenly joined the expedition to explore the Valyrian ruins, taking a huge risk.

For money?

Mia didn't think Viserys was a poor man, because his posture, manners, and other mannerisms revealed that he had received a very good aristocratic education.

Viserys also felt that Mia probably didn't do it for that reason.

The "money" argument was just an unspoken excuse between the two of them.

The ultimate reason lies in that lost civilization shrouded in gray fog.

...

Then.

Several more days have passed.

Viserys had been in Valantis for quite some time, and Belerien, finding it inconvenient to conceal himself, had hidden himself on a deserted island in the sea, only to be called upon when necessary.

Meanwhile, the silver-haired young people have been openly wandering around the city, visiting this once-prosperous city without any hesitation.

Although the sun is now setting and there is a sense of desolation.

The numerous wars waged during the Tiger Party's rule, especially the defeats, directly led to the economic collapse and sharp population decline of Valantis, from which it has yet to fully recover.

Viserys, on the other hand, only underwent a simple disguise, applying makeup to make himself look unattractive.

Otherwise, with a face that's easily recognizable throughout the continent of Essos, he wouldn't dare to stroll around Valantis so openly.

However, his long, silver-gold hair, which was particularly striking in Pentos, was nothing special here.

Volantis has a large population of silver-haired, purple-eyed people, most of whom are descendants of survivors who narrowly escaped the Valyrian catastrophe.

They possess the noble and sacred bloodline of the Freehold, which even brings Viserys some unexpected advantages within the city-state.

As Viserys strolled through Volantis, all the slaves, free citizens, and even the garrison of Volantis looked at him with awe.

Mercenaries from out of town kept their distance from the silver-haired, purple-eyed man.

Such distinctive Valyrian characteristics often stem from ancient family lineages that wielded immense power in Volantis.

It is important to know that in Valantis, only those whose ancestors can be traced back to the ancient bloodline of Valyria can become governors.

"Give me a sword."

Viserys arrived at a blacksmith's shop.

He held a coin with a skull and crossbones engraved on the back in his hand and looked at the dark-skinned, burly boss as he spoke.

He spoke a very standard Valyrian language, though it was slightly different from the dialect spoken in Valantis.

The Valyrian language varied slightly across the different parts of the free trade city-states.

The blacksmith shop owner initially thought he was from out of town, but upon seeing his silver hair, he couldn't help but lower his voice a bit.

"Please make your selection, esteemed guest."

The blacksmith shop was filled with swords of various sizes and materials that had already been forged, including longswords, shortswords, and even half-swords and greatswords.

If no special customization is required, these are sufficient to meet the needs of most mercenaries.

Viserys wasn't so picky; he naturally couldn't bring his own sword, Twilight, forged from the Heart of the Stars.

The sword was so distinctive that almost everyone could recognize who it belonged to.

Before joining the expedition, Viserys even defeated the mercenary codenamed 'The Butcher' with his bare hands during the trials he underwent.

The butcher was not brave at all; in fact, he appeared somewhat clumsy in front of Viserys.

Viserys dodged his three consecutive slashes, then seized the opportunity to disarm him bare-handed, placing the blade against his opponent's neck, winning thunderous applause. Mia, who had introduced him, was also present.

The 'butcher' blushed with shame, feeling utterly humiliated, and his gaze towards Viserys held a hint of resentment.

However, Viserys didn't care about the resentment that a mere mercenary harbored for the sake of so-called 'face'. Such a person wouldn't even have the chance to kneel on the ground and lick the soles of his shoes normally.

Viserys didn't intentionally humiliate his opponent; he simply passed the test and defeated him normally. If Viserys had to consider even these things, he would be too exhausted.

If he revealed his identity, the other party would probably not only not resent him, but would also beg His Majesty the King to forgive his rudeness.

"Let's go with this one."

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Viserys picked up a sword, drew it out and examined it. He didn't choose too carefully, just picked a longsword that looked decent enough.

He then wore it on his waist and paid for it.

Although he did not carry his own sword, Viserys brought a portable Valyrian steel dagger, which would come in handy if needed.

As for his armor, Viserys wore a set of lightweight leather armor. With the ability to transform into black mist, the armor's usefulness was greatly reduced, and it was more effective to improve his agility.

Then.

A long time has passed.

The time had finally come for the entire expedition team to assemble and prepare to set sail.

Chapter 311 The Consul of Valantis

"It's a pleasure to see you again, Aemon."

The air in the harbor of Valantis was thick with a mixture of fishy smells, floral scents, excrement, and rotting decay.

Mia, the girl with the fiery red ponytail, still had two daggers strapped to her thigh. Upon seeing him, she took the initiative to walk over to Viserys and greet him.

The expedition was not mandatory; many mercenaries who joined still had the right to back out before signing the contract.

After all, everyone knows that exploring Valyrian ruins is extremely dangerous, almost a matter of life and death. No one would choose such a path unless they were forced into a corner.

Unfortunately...

There are quite a few people in this world who have been driven to desperation.

"I'm not sure if I'm happy to see you, Mia."

Viserys, dressed in leather armor, heard Mia's voice, turned around to look at the girl in front of him, shook his head and spoke.

Mia was the first Volantis he met, and also the first person Viserys made as an ordinary person after setting aside his royal airs and coming to this world.