Your Majesty, the usurper Robert Baratheon burned Maester Aemon to death and hatched a Hatchling Dragon!"
Seeing Viserys Targaryen seemingly falling into a frenzy, Varys hesitated repeatedly before speaking candidly.
He absolutely could not hide the news of a Hatchling Dragon hatching!
This was originally a unique ability of the Targaryen Family, but now it had appeared in the descendant of this blood-stained usurper.
This was no small blow to the Targaryen Family's royal power!
"He hatched a Hatchling Dragon?"
Viserys Targaryen was slightly stunned.
"That's right, a red priestess calling herself Melisandre found a green dragon eggs in the Hightower of The Reach and hatched it!"
"For this, Robert Baratheon sacrificed Maester Aemon Targaryen!"
Varys explained in a low voice.
"Melisandre, the red priestess?"
Hearing this, Viserys Targaryen frowned.
In the original story, this self-proclaimed messenger of the lord of light caused quite a stir on the continent of Westeros!
He hadn't expected that even after he had taken away many illegitimate descendants with Targaryen Family blood, the remaining Targaryen bloodline would still fall into her hands!
"There are also many royal descendants in King's Landing!"
A black-robed old woman, over fifty years old, stepped forward and suddenly added from the side.
"Who told you to come up? Get down!"
Brienne of Tarth's alarm bells rang loudly, and she drew her longsword, shouting sternly.
"Who are you?"
Viserys Targaryen was a little surprised.
He had only thought for a moment, and this person seemed to have seen through his thoughts, even understanding the problems he was worried about perfectly!
"Mirri Maz Duur!"
The black-robed old woman nodded slightly in greeting.
"Mirri Maz Duur? Isn't that the witch who deceived Dany and poisoned Khal Drogo? How could she be here?"
Viserys Targaryen was momentarily stunned.
However, Viserys Targaryen wasn't the only one surprised; even the witch in front of him was slightly taken aback.
"Your Majesty, I would never dare to deceive Princess Daenerys. As for poisoning Khal Drogo, truthfully, I haven't had the chance!"
Mirri Maz Duur hastily explained.
As a Dothraki slave, she was clearly delighted by the news of the defeat of the horse tribes.
"You dare to eavesdrop on my thoughts?"
Viserys Targaryen frowned with apprehension.
As a Dragonrider, he was not invincible!
Even in the Old Valyria era, an endless stream of dark magic and potions could easily take the life of a Dragonlord.
The most typical example was Melisandre, the red priestess; she had once used a shadow to kill Renly Baratheon and king's blood to curse the five kings!
Viserys Targaryen would not be so foolish as to think he was invulnerable.
Thinking of this, Viserys Targaryen subtly retreated behind Sunfyre.
Sensing the apprehension rising in Viserys Targaryen's heart, Sunfyre's throat glowed with orange Dragonflame, aimed at the witch before them!
"Your Majesty, you defeated the horse warriors and avenged my husband and children; please allow me to repay you!"
Mirri Maz Duur said candidly.
However, facing this self-sacrificing witch, Viserys Targaryen didn't believe a single word.
In the original story, she had deceived Daenerys Targaryen in this very way, killing Drogo and the child in her womb.
"Your Majesty, that is indeed true. She is a slave's slave!"
Brienne of Tarth nodded in agreement.
With the testimony of Brienne of Tarth of the Kingsguard, Viserys Targaryen finally felt relieved.
As long as she wasn't an enemy, Viserys Targaryen was willing to treat this truly magical witch kindly!
"Do you know any ways to prevent harm from sorcerers?"
Viserys Targaryen asked politely.
As a king, he would not allow anyone to see into his mind.
"Harm from sorcerers?"
Mirri Maz Duur was slightly stunned.
She never expected that this sorcerer, who could command dragons and had mastered blood and fire magic, would ask her such a simple question about magic.
Nevertheless, she answered everything she knew!
"Your Majesty, as long as you wear a crown forged from valyrian steel, no sorcerer can harm you!"
At these words, Viserys Targaryen suddenly understood.
No wonder the successive heads of the Targaryen Family in the Valyrian Freehold spent enormous sums just to forge that valyrian steel crown; it turns out it had such a function!
In the original story, his title of "Beggar King" came about because he began selling the family's inherited crown.
"Truly unappreciative of his blessings, he squandered a good hand!"
Viserys Targaryen secretly cursed his original self in his heart.
"Mirri Maz Duur, are you willing to join us and become a member of the Sorcerers' Guild?"
Viserys Targaryen asked frankly.
Compared to the Citadel's monopoly on knowledge, Viserys Targaryen also intended to establish a Sorcerers' Guild, placing sorcerers firmly in the hands of the royal family!
At the resurgence of the magical tide, every sorcerer would be a treasure to the dynasty!
He had no intention of missing out on talent.
"I have nowhere else to go! Your Majesty, I am willing."
The next moment, Mirri Maz Duur knelt on one knee, swearing allegiance.
"In that case, you shall revive him!"
Viserys Targaryen looked at the pledging witch and pointed to the frozen corpse of Beric Dondarrion beside him.
"What, revive?"
Mirri Maz Duur's eyes widened, and her head buzzed.
She had never heard of such magic that could revive the dead.
"Your Majesty, I... I can't do it!"
Mirri Maz Duur looked embarrassed: "I am only skilled in making potions. Even when performing blood magic, there are limitations!"
Seeing Viserys Targaryen remain silent, Mirri Maz Duur gritted her teeth and pulled out an ancient book from her robes.
"Your Majesty, this is my magic grimoire; perhaps it will be of some help to you!"
Looking at the magic grimoire in his hand, Viserys Targaryen's eyes narrowed, and a line of small, black Old Valyria script appeared before him.
"Bones and Green Liquid," written by a "Doctor" exiled from Asshai within the Valyrian Freehold. It systematically referenced the herbalism of ancient citadels beyond the Narrow Sea, the witchcraft potions of the Children of the Forest, the disguise potions of the Many-Faced God, etc., and based on weirwood sap, ghost grass, and other strange magical plants, developed and created many dangerous formulas: such as "Warg's Drink," "Faceless Man's Elixir," "Ice Spider," "Black Death Potion," "Greyscale Potion"... The potion that killed Khal Drogo in the original story was also on that list!
"What a powerful magic book!"
Viserys Targaryen took a deep breath.
Clearly, this witch had not deceived him!
Although this book was not a comprehensive work of magic, its breadth of scope was simply astonishing!
The author of this book was like a Xu Xiake traveling through another world.
From the distant land of eternal sun, Asshai, to the eternal winter of the Wall, the author's footsteps had explored them all.
Quickly perusing the magic book in his hand, Viserys Targaryen even suspected that it was written by a Dragonlord from ancient Valyria himself!