Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

"Lord Sirio Forel?"

Viserys paused slightly, watching with some curiosity the swordsmanship being practiced by the chief swordsman.

The other party didn't shy away from it at all, and just casually stretched their limbs on the deck.

After all, swordsmanship is a skill that requires practice to master. Even the chief swordsman will inevitably become rusty if he doesn't draw his sword for a long time.

However, Cyrio Forel's swordsmanship is somewhat unique.

It was as light as an elegant dance, the sword light like rain, seemingly able to easily pierce through the enemy's defenses.

Viserys narrowed his eyes slightly, and deep within his pale purple eyes, an intricate magic circle glowed faintly.

With his extraordinary abilities, he could clearly see the Braavos chief swordsman's swift and rapid swordsmanship.

"Is this the famous Dance of the Water?"

Viserys looked at Syrio Forel with a slight surprise.

"That's amazing."

This is a technique that differs from mainstream swordsmanship. It involves using a light rapier, standing sideways to face the enemy, and appearing exceptionally agile.

Viserys learned the swordsmanship that was more mainstream in Westeros from his instructors. It was characterized by its wide, sweeping strokes and was primarily used for warfare, often involving wearing armor.

Water dancers seem to focus more on agile solo performances.

“Young master, I am just a swordsman, not some ‘master’.”

And at this time.

Syrio also noticed Viserys, then slightly sheathed his sword, returning the rapier to its scabbard, and looked at Viserys as he began to explain.

Although he was the chief swordsman of Braavos, he did not hold a title, and unlike the Kingsguard, the chief swordsmanship was not a lifelong position.

If one day his sword loses its sharpness, or if a stronger swordsman defeats him, then he will have to relinquish his position as chief swordsman.

"I haven't had much to do on the ship lately. May I ask you for guidance on swordsmanship sometime?"

Viserys didn't hesitate and spoke directly.

There wasn't much to do on the ship during this time, so Viserys thought he could take this opportunity to learn from this master swordsman.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

"Ok?"

Some of the unkempt men in black were slightly taken aback when they heard Viserys's words. They hadn't expected that Viserys would want to learn swordsmanship from them.

Then he scratched his hair.

"this..."

Actually, the swordsmanship of the Water Dance is not some secret technique that cannot be passed on to outsiders. There are quite a few people in Braavos who practice this swordsmanship. It is a unique swordsmanship system.

Cirio was simply the one who practiced the best and worked the hardest.

"Alright... If you have time, young master, you can certainly ask me for advice at any time."

The chief swordsman hesitated only slightly before nodding in acceptance of Viserys's invitation. Teaching apprentices was not a psychological hurdle for him; he had taught others in Braavos before.

However, at this moment, not far away...

A pair of eyes were observing everything through the gap in the cabin door.

He then quickly hid before Syrio's gaze swept over him.

Cilio also turned his head left and right and glanced to the side a few times. He had felt like someone was watching him.

"what happened?"

However, he found nothing. The man scratched his head in confusion, then stopped thinking about it.

...

Time flies.

After about a week, the merchant ship finally arrived at Pentos, a free trading city-state.

This is a rich bay city. To the east of Pentos lies a vast plain called the 'Plains'. Continuing eastward along the road built by the Valyrians, one will cross a tributary of the upper Lorne River, pass through the Velvet Hills into the Andas Mountains, and arrive at Gödoho.

The avenue continued to extend, connecting Gödoho with two other free trade city-states, Norfos and Kohol.

Therefore, Pentos's geographical location is also very important.

The merchant ship docked at the port of Pentos to load and unload cargo. After a few days of rest, a group of passengers disembarked, while another group of passengers who were going to Braavos paid their fares and boarded the merchant ship.

People came and went in a constant stream, while Viserys stayed inside the cabin the whole time and rarely showed himself outside.

During this time, besides reading some books given to him by the city magistrate of Cleon, he practiced swordsmanship with the chief swordsman.

Viserys' progress in both reading and swordsmanship was astonishing. In his jewel-like eyes, everything was laid bare, leaving Cleon and Syrio somewhat dumbfounded.

However, just as the merchant ship was about to leave Pentos and set sail for Braavos...

Suddenly, something unexpected happened.

Chapter 63 Kidnapping

"you mean..."

"She's trying to kidnap me?"

Viserys sat on the bed with a strange expression on his face.

He looked down at the woman who had been shoved to the ground by soldiers. She was dressed in disheveled clothes and had her hair down. In her arms, she was holding a baby who was crying loudly in fright.

The piercing cries of the human cubs were indeed invigorating, giving Viserys a slight headache.

Then he gestured to the side, signaling a soldier to take the child from the woman's arms and go to another room.

However, the woman did not want to hand the child over to the soldiers and made unintelligible shouts, trying to snatch it back.

But she was kicked to the ground again, and the woman clutched her stomach and rolled on the ground in pain.

Viserys witnessed the entire scene, his brow furrowing slightly, but he said nothing.

If the other party was indeed a human trafficker trying to kidnap him, then he certainly deserved to die.

"Yes, young master."

The woman's child was taken to another room, and the cabin was quiet for a moment. Another soldier heard Viserys's words, nodded, and began to explain.

“We checked her ticket; she was supposed to disembark at Pentos, but she hasn’t left yet.”

"This morning, as the ship was preparing to leave Pentos, she crept up to your room with ill intentions."

"Perhaps she plans to kidnap you and escape aboard the ship just before it leaves Pentos."

Perhaps? Maybe?

Viserys listened to the soldier's words, his brow furrowing. Such a thing should not be judged with such unfounded conclusions.

Then Viserys saw the soldier, as if by magic, pull a bundle of rope and a dagger from his sleeve.

"Young master, these were all found on her."

The result is now clear; it seems they really did have ulterior motives.

Viserys also shut his mouth, his gaze returning to the woman.

The other woman's figure was not as slender and curvaceous as other women; instead, she appeared somewhat robust, with black hair, a flat nose, and a few freckles on her face.

The woman's hair was somewhat disheveled and her clothes were in disarray, but Viserys preferred to believe that wasn't the reason, but rather that it was to make it easier for her to feed her child.

Viserys had already remembered who this woman was.

Although they only met briefly in the cabin, Viserys had an excellent memory.

She was the woman I met on my first day on the ship, the one who was breastfeeding. She was sitting on the deck, leaning against the edge of the deck, openly and unabashedly exposing her body to breastfeed her child.

Viserys had a brief encounter with her at that time, but he doesn't recall ever seeing her again after that.

Is this woman targeting me?

why?

The woman, with her ugly face and muscular build, was reflected in the pale purple eyes. She was sitting on the ground, clutching her stomach in pain, also looking at Viserys.

Their eyes met, and time seemed to pause for a second.

"Your eyes possess astonishing magical power."

"This 'sir' whose name we do not know."

The woman sitting on the ground, clutching her stomach, suddenly spoke up.

This was the first time she had spoken since she was captured. Even though she had just been kicked while fighting with the soldiers for her child, she had only mumbled something inexplicably without uttering a word.

The woman's voice was somewhat hoarse and dull, like the sound of metal rubbing together, yet what she said startled Viserys slightly.

"what?!"

The little king, who had been quite calm just moments before, almost sat up abruptly from his bed.

But then he realized that the other person was speaking Valyrian, and he breathed a slight sigh of relief.

House Targaryen speaks Valyrian as their native language, but the Targaryen soldiers do not; they still speak the common language of Westeros.

So the soldier didn't understand what the woman was saying. He only heard her muttering incomprehensible words again, like some kind of incantation. Instinctively, he felt a little annoyed and raised his hand to hit the criminal who was trying to harm the boy.

However, Viserys stopped the soldiers from doing so.

"Wait a minute."

The boy, whose hair had been dyed blue, was sitting on the bed and was a little unsteady.

Then he jumped off the bed, walked up to the woman, and stared intently at her.

Then he asked seriously in Valyrian.

"What...did you just say?"

However, compared to Viserys, the disheveled woman, after taking a few deep breaths, became much calmer.

She looked at the boy who walked up to her, and then spoke again in a hoarse voice.