Chapter 464: Negotiation

Watching the restless little silver dragon, Viserys couldn't help but ponder for a moment. Though the situation had been resolved peacefully, it had sounded a warning bell for him.

"What is the true nature of the black mist?"

"Why did Silverflake go mad?"

The benefits of the black mist were not endless for those who were bestowed with it. If the quantity was too great, it could easily lead the recipient to the fate of the demonic creatures in the Valyrian ruins, engaging in ceaseless slaughter.

Had they once been given the black mist by someone?

Then, what had happened during the cataclysm that caused them to lose control?

Now was not the time to unravel these mysteries. The answers would naturally be found when he returned to this lost civilization in the future.

Although Viserys had control over this power, he had bestowed the black mist upon only a few. His trusted legion commanders were among them, as were Missandei and Balerion, who had been given it while still in the egg.

Only Silverflake had been given more of the black mist by Viserys, as he had wanted to improve its physical condition. However, it had no effect, and he had accidentally added too much. This time, it had all been triggered, causing negative effects.

But the changes the black mist brought to Silverflake were not all bad; the benefits were also very apparent.

Although its length had not changed significantly, and it still appeared somewhat weak, its once dull silver scales now sparkled brilliantly. Its bright eyes were full of vigor, and it even roared with a liveliness that was not there before.

"Roar~"

Then, Viserys rubbed its head, and the immature roar stopped abruptly, causing Silverflake to retract its neck slightly.

Perhaps because it was inherently weaker than the other dragons, Silverflake had received more care and favor from Viserys.

Viserys truly regarded the little dragons as his children, hoping that they could soar in the blue sky in the future and become the undisputed masters of the heavens.

"Heh—"

At that moment, Balerion, resting quietly on the broad area of Salagoro's Shield, slowly raised its head, its vertical crimson eyes undisturbed.

It glanced at Viserys, who was playing with the young dragon below, and then let out a low growl from its throat, the breath from its nostrils blowing away the dust on the ground.

"Hmm?"

The silver-haired youth turned his head slightly and saw a small boat slowly approaching from the sparkling sea of the Great Lagoon.

Balerion, lying on the ground like a small mountain, had an unobstructed view of the sea. The people on the boat saw Balerion but continued to sail firmly towards them, clearly with a specific purpose in mind.

Viserys nodded slightly, and Balerion, having received his consent, did not destroy the small boat with a blast of dragon fire but instead laid its massive head back on the ground.

The people on the boat, as they approached the foot of the headless Titan, showed expressions of sorrow on their faces. But Tormo Freyga, the new Sea Lord of Braavos, was silently praying in his heart.

Finally, the small boat reached the shore, and Tormo, holding the scepter symbolizing the power of the Sea Lord, was the first to disembark. Although the giant dragon nearby paid him no attention, the hot breath that met him made the new Sea Lord feel weak in the knees.

However, the bravest people are not those who ignore fear but those who face it head-on, knowing full well what they fear.

Tormo suppressed his inner terror and bowed deeply to the handsome silver-haired youth sitting on a rock, wearing only the lining of his armor, and having thrown his armor aside on the nearby grass.

"Your Grace."

Though they had never met before, he knew that the young man before him was the renowned Dragon Prince, who had defeated Braavos single-handedly with one dragon the night before, prompting him to set out for negotiations at dawn.

The wreckage of the invincible fleet was still floating on the sea, and the collapsed towers of the Sea Lord's Palace were half-submerged in the water.

"When I first came to this city, I was only eight years old," Viserys said, sitting unceremoniously on a stone at the foot of the Titan.

"Now, ten years have passed."

Tormo's face was tense as Viserys spoke, and although he had stood up, his shoulders were slightly drooped, standing downhill, symbolically in a weaker position.

However, Viserys's next words changed Tormo's expression slightly.

"Braavos once did me a favor, but I have repaid that favor."

"And now Braavos is my enemy, opposing me at every turn, causing me trouble. How shall we settle this account?"

The Iron Bank's loans to the Targaryens had been fully repaid.

Braavos had initially supported the Targaryens to undermine the Baratheon rule, making the Iron Throne's control less stable. Viserys had done just that, not only disrupting the Baratheon rule but also seizing the Iron Throne for himself.

Even Braavos had facilitated the meeting between the Prince of Dorne and Viserys, leading to a betrothal, and now Arianne was even carrying his child.

Viserys had followed Braavos's plans at every turn, but as his strength grew, especially after acquiring the dragons, he became a threat to Braavos's position.

Subsequently, Feirego Antaryon had taken consecutive actions to trip Viserys up, turning their former goodwill into accumulating hatred, culminating in Viserys burning Braavos the previous night.