章節 102: Chapter 101: Dragon Dreams
Viserys heard the voice behind him and glanced back.
"Mirri."
"How did you get here?"
Viserys saw that the person who had arrived was the priestess, his magical and mystical advisor.
"I happened to be taking Hert for a walk in the courtyard, Your Grace."
The somewhat plump woman offered a slight curtsy.
Having accompanied Viserys for so many years, Mirri had reformed herself and corrected her past mistakes to start anew.
Her status had also changed. Once, she was just an abandoned baby raised by temple priests, not even knowing who her parents were.
But now, she could live with her son in a noble castle, receive a generous salary, ride in carriages, and enjoy a lifestyle no different from that of a noble.
However... she could only comfort herself this way.
Because Viserys' living expenses were not extravagant and even considered frugal; although not sharing hardships with the common people, he lived at the level of a minor noble.
"Come and greet His Grace."
Mirri then had her young son greet Viserys.
"Your Majesty, the King."
The little boy obediently greeted the king, who was a bit disheveled from smoke and fire. Viserys gently ruffled the boy's hair.
"What a good boy."
He then raised his head, stood up from the ground, and looked at Mirri Maz Duur.
"Mirri, do you have any good ideas?"
In fact, when the dragon egg was first brought into the castle, Viserys had gathered everyone to study ways of hatching it. However, Mirri had not come up with any good ideas at that time, only suggesting that they could try sacrificing a prisoner.
This method had an interesting overlap with the original timeline. Viserys went along with it, but in reality, sacrificing a prisoner couldn't hatch the egg either.
Hatching a dragon egg was not an easy task. After the extinction of dragons, the Targaryens had paid a huge price and spent a lot of time trying to hatch one without success.
Naturally, Viserys wouldn't be able to accomplish it so easily either. The process was now at a stalemate.
"Your Grace, the king's blood is only one of the conditions to awaken a dragon."
The plump, ugly-faced woman began.
Viserys frowned slightly upon hearing this.
"In fact, I've already tried using my blood."
He had long tried the old method of blood drops, but it had been useless. However, Viserys immediately understood Mirri's meaning.
"Do you mean the usurper?"
Viserys' tightly knitted brow didn't relax, as he had already lost the Iron Throne. His title as king could hardly be considered royal blood.
"But I need a dragon to kill the usurper and reclaim the Iron Throne. If I could kill the usurper myself, I probably wouldn't need a dragon at that point."
Viserys spoke.
The Baratheon dynasty was now in its heyday, having recovered from the damage inflicted during the usurper's war. If Viserys had the strength to lead an army across the Narrow Sea and kill Robert now, there would be no problem even without a dragon.
"No."
Mirri shook her head slightly upon hearing this.
Viserys had misunderstood her meaning; she was not denying that he had the blood of kings flowing through his veins.
"Your Grace, you were crowned by the Seven, and there is no disputing that the true dragon's blood flows within you."
"However, these alone are not enough to hatch a dragon."
Viserys nodded slightly upon hearing the woman's words; indeed, it was true.
"That's correct."
In the history of House Targaryen, after the extinction of dragons, there were countless bizarre methods tried, such as praying to dragon eggs day and night or even drinking wildfire to try to turn oneself into a dragon, but none of them worked.
"So what else is needed?"
The young king stood by the bonfire, the flames still relentlessly roasting the black dragon egg, and asked curiously.
"Magic!"
Mirri spoke with a firm tone.
"The extinction of dragons was not simply due to a limited growth environment."
Once, a scholar from the Citadel believed that the last Targaryen dragon perished because the dragon pit was too narrow, preventing the dragon from growing.
However, the truth was that the last Targaryen dragon died prematurely, never reaching the stage where the dragon pit would limit its growth.
"Mortals need to consume food, breathe air, and drink water from the land to live."
Mirri, being from Asshai, had customs somewhat similar to the Dothraki, who also believed seawater to be poisonous.
"But dragons need the blood of true dragons to awaken, require cattle and sheep for sustenance, and need vast magical power to sustain their lives."
"The true dragon blood within you contains the power of magic, which can awaken dragons. This is a prerequisite, but these alone are not enough."
This time, Viserys understood some of Mirri's words.
"You mean... magic hasn't returned yet, and there's no suitable environment for the dragons to grow, making it difficult to hatch them."
However, Mirri's expression became somewhat serious this time, her round and plump, homely face filled with gravity.
"No... that's not all I'm saying, Your Grace."
"I have already sensed it... perhaps the blue-lipped warlocks in the east, the Shadowbinders, the witches, the moon singers, the priests of the Temple of the Moonsingers, the Maesters of the Citadel like Marwyn... they have all sensed it too. The power of magic seems to be returning, and it's getting closer and closer."
"What?"
Viserys was slightly shocked upon hearing the priestess's sudden revelation, feeling a chill run down his spine, but then the bonfire beside him suddenly burst with sparks.
Puff—
Tongues of flame shot into the air, spewing black smoke.
And the black dragon egg engulfed by the flames, whether it was Viserys's imagination or not, seemed to faintly outline a thin golden edge.
A mass of black mist gradually spread around Viserys.
Soon, strands of black mist formed a stream that enveloped the entire dragon egg, seeping into it through the barely perceptible cracks on the shell.
[Viserys Targaryen]
Strength (Solar): 12
Constitution (Earthly): 10
Agility (Aquatic): 13
Spirit (Lunar): 22
Viserys saw the black mist condense into words formed from High Valyrian script, fully exposing his current attributes.
However, in the next second, the scene before him changed again, and the world around him turned pitch black.
There was only a massive dragon covered in scales, with lava-like fluid flowing through the gaps between them, coiling in the thick black mist.
A pair of enormous crimson eyes pierced the darkness, gazing down at him.
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