Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

Most of the captured Lazarin men of able-bodied age were sold into slavery in places like Meereen, while the useless elderly were simply killed.

However, Viserys had no time to concern himself with the tragic fate of the Lazarim. He was not a god and could not care about so many worldly sufferings. At the same time, he would not be led astray by the topic this woman was trying to steer the conversation.

"I understand."

Viserys nodded, then steered the conversation back on track.

"Then continue talking about the Magic Tide."

He was more interested in the magical tides that the woman was talking about.

Mimi sighed slightly when she saw that she hadn't managed to distract the boy. If it were any other child, perhaps telling them some interesting stories would have been enough to divert their attention.

However, the boy in front of her was clearly not an ordinary person. Mili composed herself and spoke again.

"My lord."

"Magic has actually been interrupted several times in history, resulting in significant gaps in its history."

"And now, a long time has passed since the last dragon disappeared."

"No one knows when magic will be able to revive."

"Including male witches, moon singers, and priests, they all lost their powers and became ordinary people."

"They endured the humiliation and clung to life, hoping that one day change would come."

"Is that so?"

Viserys fell silent as he listened to the woman's story.

Miri glanced at Viserys's expression and her eyes darted around before she spoke again.

"Of course, I didn't mean any harm by deliberately approaching you."

"I'm just curious how you were able to revive magic."

Viserys' thoughts were interrupted by the woman's sophistry. He frowned slightly, then raised his head.

He didn't really care what this woman had just tried to do to him. Viserys had originally intended to cut off one of her hands as punishment, considering that she was raising a baby, but he hadn't expected her to come forward again.

"I don't know what the laws are like in Lazarin, you know, but in Westeros, you'd probably only face death and..."

Viserys frowned, but stopped halfway through his sentence, because women were not entitled to wear black.

She would be doomed if she were in Westeros.

"According to the law, sir, I haven't actually done anything."

When the topic turned to the law, Mili suddenly stopped panicking.

“I believe you will uphold justice; a bundle of rope and a dagger prove nothing.”

Viserys raised an eyebrow slightly. What the woman said did make sense, after all, she hadn't even had a chance to do anything before she was caught.

Even if it were in her previous life, it would only be an unexecuted crime, and these seemingly important 'ironclad pieces of evidence' are not enough to convict her.

After all, thinking about it isn't a crime. If even fantasizing is a crime, then there would be no one left in this world.

"You're right, that's true."

"But I don't need any reason to throw you into the sea to feed the fish."

Viserys crossed his arms and spoke calmly.

Give me a reason to live.

When Mimi saw the boy's calm, even indifferent face, her throat bobbed slightly. It seemed that if she didn't say something, Viserys might really throw her into the sea to feed the fish.

"My lord, my lord... I've noticed that you don't know much about magic. I wonder if you need a magic advisor?"

“I can help you better master this power, and I will only receive what I deserve.”

In desperation to survive, this woman came up with a bold idea.

However, Viserys glanced at her; he did indeed need this woman's magical knowledge, and she readily grasped his meaning.

While Viserys needed this woman's magical knowledge, he also found it difficult to trust this cunning and unfamiliar woman by his side.

“Yes, Ms. Miri Maz Thur, but you’ll have to see how you perform to get what you want.”

Viserys said calmly.

"However... I am a person who clearly distinguishes between rewards and punishments."

"I'll assume for now that it's just an idea, and you haven't started committing the crime yet."

"But even a sinful thought comes at a price. You will spend a year in chains."

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As Viserys finished speaking, a soldier stepped forward and shackled the woman's hands and feet.

She will live with heavy chains for the next year; this is Viserys' punishment for her.

Only in this way could Viserys feel at ease keeping this mysterious woman who knew magic by his side.

"Thank you for your forgiveness, sir."

The woman then knelt down to thank Viserys for not throwing her into the sea.

The boy with blue hair reached out and helped the woman, who was still sitting on the ground and wearing shackles, to her feet.

Then the other guard who had taken Miri's child was brought back and returned the child to her.

The child was still crying incessantly, and the woman with disheveled hair and shackles on her hands and feet quickly took her own flesh and blood into her arms.

Then it gently shook itself a few times, humming a melody that was difficult to understand.

Amazingly, the child quickly calmed down in his mother's arms, neither crying nor fussing.

He stared at Viserys with his big eyes wide open, a smile on his face.

He was gesturing wildly and even wanted Viserys to hug him.

Chapter 66 The Essence of the World

Is this your son?

Viserys stood still, reached out and hugged the baby boy, then looked up and asked.

"Yes, esteemed young master."

Now that Miri had received the appropriate punishment and followed Viserys as his occult advisor, her attitude naturally became much more sincere.

Then, without waiting for Viserys to ask, he took the initiative to explain.

"I just sang a song by the Moon Singers, who can soothe children's emotions, calm them down, and stop them from crying."

“I once went to the Shadowlands and Asshal to learn the art of healing, and there I learned these skills from the moon-singers of the Juggnes.”

Mili's identity is very mysterious; she seems to have traveled to many places.

Viserys, holding the baby boy in his arms, paused slightly.

...

His journey back home from Westeros led to a major unexpected discovery, and then, due to a moment of evil thought, he was ultimately punished accordingly.

Mili's original plans were disrupted, and she is temporarily unable to return to her hometown.

Her mother had hoped that she could end her travels and return to her hometown to inherit the position of priest in the temple and continue the mission in her place.

However, it is clear that Miri yearns for a free and unrestrained life and enjoys traveling.

She left her homeland for the Shadowlands to learn healing arts from Asher, learned the Song of Childbirth from the Moonsingers of Juggsnae, gained knowledge of herbs from the women of Dothraki, and on her long journey met Maester Marwyn of the Citadel, a learned master who told her all the secrets hidden beneath the skin.

Now she has met Viserys, the boy who has reawakened the magic.

So she was actually very willing to follow this boy, even though she was in shackles, she didn't complain at all.

Because she wanted to slowly unravel the secret of the magical resurgence hidden within Viserys.

However, due to various twists of fate, Miri has been shackled and punished, and has become an advisor to Viserys, destined never to return to her homeland to succeed her mother as a priestess.

However, the merchant ship had already left Pentos, and she had no way to send a message to her mother back home to tell her that she had changed her plans.

So we can only do this once we arrive in Braavos.

After the merchant ships left Pentos, their final destination was Braavos.

The large ship set sail, braving the wind and waves, and sailed along the western coast of the continent of Essos.

This is the 'Bravos Coast', which was eventually named after Braavos's victory in several city-state wars.

Viserys, who rarely stepped out of his cabin and stood on the deck, felt a little more relaxed, because this long journey was finally nearing its end.

...

Time at sea is desolate, boring, and passes by in a hurry.

More than half a month has passed in the blink of an eye.

Viserys practices swordsmanship daily with the chief swordsman, but not just the Water Dancer, because Cyrio Forel is proficient in more than just this one style of swordsmanship.

He was more focused on guiding Viserys to find a path that suited him.

The chief swordsman was indeed serious and diligently teaching Viserys swordsmanship.

Besides practicing his swordsmanship, Viserys also remembered the old maester's dying words: to read books at fixed times and constantly improve his knowledge.

At the same time, he also asked Miri for some knowledge about magic.

"When glass candles reignite, ghost grass grows anew, dragon flames scorch the earth, phantom turtles roam the wizard's path, the blind regain their sight, and all those who have humiliated wizards are cursed."

"All these signs indicate that magic is making a comeback, and its power may very well be revived once again."

Despite wearing heavy shackles, Miri explained without changing her expression what the world would be like when magic returned to Viserys.

Wearing shackles was not an easy life, but the woman seemed to have gotten used to it over time; at least her wrists and ankles were no longer rubbed raw and bleeding.

Viserys listened attentively, even though he didn't know what glass candles, ghost grass, or phantom turtles were.

But that doesn't stop him from knowing that all of this will happen again more than a decade later.

Because dragons were hatched at that time, the White Walkers also began to appear in the Ghostwood, north of the Wall.