Kapitel 184: Chapter 183: Intelligence
The next morning dawned.
Because Viserys had stayed up late into the night, he woke up a little later than usual in the morning.
Nevertheless, he crawled out of bed as soon as the sun began to rise and got dressed.
A maid helped the young king comb his long hair as he sat at his desk, where his breakfast was also laid out.
A few biscuits and half a loaf of bread, a small dish of cream to dip the biscuits in, and a few slices of fried bacon to wrap in the bread.
Viserys yawned while the beautiful handmaid helped him tidy his hair, and he also reached out to pick up a biscuit, dabbed it in the cream dish, and then put it in his mouth.
Crunch—
Crisp.
"So sleepy."
The silver-haired youth complained listlessly. In front of others, he was the epitome of resilience and genius, a young prodigy who saved the day. However, when alone, Viserys would instantly collapse and start sighing.
Although the history of House Targaryen had produced a 'Wise King' Daeron II Targaryen, Viserys' habit of staying up all night and waking up promptly in the morning should also earn him the title of a 'Wise Monarch.'
But who could blame Viserys for having good stamina? Four or five hours of sleep a day was enough for him.
As Viserys enjoyed his breakfast and the maid's soft hands massaged his scalp, his pale purple eyes fell on the silver-plated copper mirror in front of him, crafted by artisans from Myr.
Then, a black fog gradually appeared.
With his growing age, Viserys' own attributes were also naturally increasing significantly. The natural growth of his body didn't seem to conflict with the existence of the black fog.
The black fog spread.
In Viserys' vision, the entire room was enveloped and shrouded by the black fog. The more black fog he absorbed, the more it expanded.
Strength (Solar): 18
Constitution (Earth): 18
Agility (Water): 17
Spirit (Lunar): 24
As Viserys grew older, his constitution began to increase rapidly, while the improvement of his mental power slowed down. After all this time and even a few battles, his attributes had only increased by two points.
Viserys knew that awakening an extraordinary ability would come with each attribute reaching 20.
What would the next ability be?
Just as Viserys was casually observing his own condition, a guard came to report.
"Your Majesty."
"Ramsay requests an audience."
Viserys, who was sitting in his chair, froze for a moment, a biscuit still hanging from his mouth.
"So early?"
He heard from his informant close to Ramsay that Ramsay had returned to Andalos in the early hours of the morning and had barely slept before coming to find him.
True to his ruthless nature, Ramsay was even harsh on himself.
The maid combing Viserys' hair stopped her movements and bowed politely.
"Your Majesty, I shall take my leave."
Viserys nodded, and the maid stepped back discreetly.
Because everyone in the castle knew that Viserys generally did not like eavesdroppers while he was dealing with official matters.
It hadn't been too long.
Hurried footsteps echoed in the corridor outside, followed by the appearance of a young man outside Viserys' bedroom.
"Your Majesty."
Upon seeing Viserys, Ramsay knelt once again, like a dog wagging its tail.
Others in the castle, including the servants, would not pay such respects to Viserys, but only Ramsay insisted on doing so. Viserys did not stop him; if he enjoyed it, he could do as he pleased.
"Have you found out?"
"Ramsay."
Viserys sat in his chair without budging an inch, looking at the bastard of Dreadfort's lord kneeling on the ground, and spoke calmly.
Ramsay appeared rather exhausted, his hair a mess and his eyes bloodshot from working two days straight without sleep.
"Yes, Your Majesty, I have uncovered Petyr Baelish's intentions."
Ramsay prostrateed respectfully, then stood and handed Viserys a well-organized report from his bosom.
Ramsay had spent over a month with the five soldiers Viserys had granted him, daring to infiltrate the city of Pentos. In the end, he had obtained the information he sought through unknown means.
A few days prior, Viserys had heard a report from his intelligence department about the brutal murder of one of Pentos' Magisters, Odro, in his mistress's home.
It was a manor outside of Pentos, bought by Odro for his mistress.
When Odro and his mistress were found, both had been drowned in a well, their corpses so gruesome that people could barely look at them.
It was suspected that they had been attacked by enemies.
After all, Odro had climbed from being a wealthy merchant to the Magister of Pentos, staining his hands with countless blood. The number of other merchants he had persecuted to death was incalculable.
Those investigating believed that only someone who deeply hated Odro would be so cruel to him, and yet they took nothing from the manor.
Viserys held the report in his hand, his finger gently caressing a smear of blood on the edge of the paper.
"Thank you for your hard work."
He looked deeply at Ramsay before continuing to read.
"Petyr Baelish?"
Soon after, Viserys saw a familiar name and raised an eyebrow.
"So it's him."
The image of a short, dark-haired man with a hint of gray appeared in his mind.
As a master of intrigue who stirred the winds behind the scenes, Petyr had left a vivid mark on history.
Viserys had always believed that anyone capable of doing so was no ordinary person.
Yet, it was only now that the low-profile 'Littlefinger' had appeared in Viserys' sight.
"Where did he go next?"
Viserys asked.
The young man, with a dark expression and hands hanging at his side, hesitated.
He didn't know why Viserys was so concerned about this man's whereabouts, especially since he had never heard of this minor noble from the Fingers during his time in Westeros.
Ramsay recalled that he had once tracked Petyr, intending to capture and interrogate him.
However, when he arrived at the place where Petyr had been staying, he learned that the man had already left Pentos by ship.
Ramsay told Viserys everything he knew without any concealment.
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