"Such a delicacy is truly unforgettable. Should there be excellent ingredients in the future, they won't be wasted," The Swordswoman said.
"Then you're in for a treat," Xisa said.
This was also a form of diplomatic interaction; the Magistrate and the Courtesan were members of Braavos's high society and wouldn't bother Viserys every day.
"My pleasure," Viserys said with a smile, actually wanting to test the limits of his Glutton talent.
Besides the precious sea snail, were there any other foods that could be enhanced?
In the past, the Glutton had ruined many dragon eggs, dragon corpses, and young dragons, which was an utter waste.
dragon egg fossils were extremely expensive, and unfossilized dragon eggs and young dragons were even more priceless.
In this era where dragon eggs had vanished without a trace, Viserys could only research other ingredients.
But Dragonstone was also by the sea, and the Glutton must have hunted a large number of sea fish, among which there must have been marine creatures that could be enhanced.
"To the First Courtesan."
"To the Sea King of Braavos."
"To your majesty the king."
Viserys Targaryen, Constable Syrio Zarodin, and the Courtesan The Swordswoman all raised their cups simultaneously.
"Perhaps in the future, you shouldn't call me your majesty the king; you can call me His Imperial Majesty," Viserys suddenly said seriously.
"Long live the Emperor!" The Swordswoman was amused by Viserys.
The Swordswoman increasingly found Viserys to be quite interesting.
Aside from his unrealistic dream of being King, from his external appearance, his conversation, to his core appreciation for Gourmet food, Viserys was an excellent friend.
The world had only seen one Emperor, that was the Dragonlord Aurion of the Century of Blood, who disappeared in the ruins of Valyria.
Now Viserys was reduced to running a private kitchen, and his imperial fantasy was truly a pipe dream.
Cups were filled, and after they clinked, there was the clamor of young people.
As the wine flowed, one felt the insignificance of humanity and the stirring of ambition, wishing to pluck down the stars and the moon.
After eating and drinking their fill, they continued to boast together.
But this was also normal; after all, what kind of young person wasn't impetuous?
Moreover, the Magistrate of the Hall of the Sea King area and the Courtesan were already part of Braavos's upward mobility, and they all had bright futures.
In this small group, Xisa and The Swordswoman both believed that Viserys's chances of success were negligible.
Viserys had only a few followers, no money, no soldiers, and no dragons.
With just a handsome face, restoring his kingdom was like trying to catch the moon in the water.
Meanwhile, in the distant West, the Baratheon throne became increasingly stable.
"Why doesn't Moro speak of his wish to become the First Sword?" Xisa, slightly tipsy, asked the bald, bearded guard Moro.
Moro shrugged, "You are still young, my lady, young master Xisa, King Viserys. But I, for a Water Dancer, I am already old enough."
It made sense; combat required both talent and diligent practice.
If a warrior didn't distinguish himself in his teens, then his future was uncertain.
Not just Water Dancers, but the ruthless Maegor and Blackfyre also showed their talent in their teens.
The Swordswoman glanced at Viserys; Viserys's warrior career, as an 'older trainee' who started late, was also a great tragedy.
"How many levels of Water Dancers are there?" Viserys asked curiously.
"People often say the best, most honorable swordsman belongs to the Sea King's First Sword. But this person does not participate in civilian sword comparisons; Braavos has a separate ranking of swordsmen," Moro replied.
"Those famous swordsmen are not for us; they fought their way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and each one is very arrogant. They either await to become the First Sword or become honored guests of Governors, Courtesans, and bankers," Xisa said scornfully.
Even if assassins made a name for themselves, they could not avoid becoming dogs for nobles.
"Let's not talk about all this fighting and killing; let's sing a song for our feast," The Swordswoman said.
"You are in luck, Viserys," Xisa immediately became happy. "The Swordswoman rarely sings."
Viserys also tapped his foot, enjoying the artistic feast.
Besides her sword skills, The Swordswoman's singing voice was equally beautiful.
At the end of the banquet, the song sung by the Courtesan The Swordswoman was "My Season of Love."
"I fell in love with a girl as beautiful as summer, the sun shining on her beautiful hair... I fell in love with a beauty as radiant as the autumn sun, the setting sun scattered on her hair... I fell in love with a maiden as white as winter snow, the moonlight reflected on her temples..."
Xisa Zarodin, that sycophant, had sparks in his eyes, applauding enthusiastically.
Viserys thought the music was good, but not so exaggeratedly good; one could only say that the sycophant economy was always online.
It was said that among the Braavosi Courtesans, the Nightingale had the most beautiful voice, and Viserys also hoped to hear it.
Next, Xisa sang a song, the most common Titan's Song for Braavosi. He sang it adequately, but it had few highlights.
"You sing a song too, Viserys," Xisa said.
Viserys thought for a moment and stood up; in this situation, he really had to sing a song.
"I'm going to sing a song no one has ever heard before," Viserys said.
The Swordswoman and Xisa looked at Viserys, wondering what kind of music it would be.
"If you miss the train I'm on
You will know that I am gone
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles
A hundred miles, a hundred miles
A hundred miles, a hundred miles
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles
Lord, I'm a hundred miles, two hundred miles away
Lord, three hundred miles, four hundred miles away
Lord, I'm five hundred miles away from home
Away from home, away from home..."
(Here, 'li' refers to leagues, equal to three miles.)
Xisa and The Swordswoman, who had been happily laughing, immediately froze. This song...
Even though she had never heard it, The Swordswoman recognized the value of this song.
The lyrics and music of this song were not meticulously crafted, but its strength lay in its sincere emotion, beautiful melody, and touching homesickness.
As a Courtesan, The Swordswoman also had her own repertoire of lyrics, but this was the first time she had heard such classic lyrics.
Melodious and mournful, deeply moving.
"What is this song called?" The Swordswoman asked eagerly.
"Five Hundred Miles," Viserys replied.
"I've never heard this song before. Did you write it?" The Swordswoman asked.
Viserys thought for a moment, 'I copied it, but now if I say I didn't write it, no one will believe me.'
"I wrote it, out of my homesickness. You must be laughing at me; it was just a chance inspiration."
"A chance inspiration." The Swordswoman's mind felt like it had crashed.
Such a song was enough to be recorded in history, yet Viserys claimed he wrote it by chance.
If that were truly the case, all the singers in Braavos should jump into the water and commit suicide. Talent outweighed effort.
"Did you really write this?" Xisa also asked in surprise. "Could it be that you copied it in King's Landing?"
"Composed by Viserys Targaryen himself, not a single word changed." Viserys thought about it; it was still his.
If he said the singer Justin had passed it to him, there would be too many loopholes.
"You truly are a genius!" The Swordswoman gasped.
A Gourmet of the world, a talented lyricist and composer—was this still a dissolute young master?
Viserys's status in her heart had already rapidly surpassed the point where Viserys could do everything but become King, becoming 'Viserys the Great Artist.'
The Swordswoman's mind raced. Regardless of how it came about, this song was indeed conveyed by Viserys.
For The Swordswoman, an opportunity to rise higher was right before her eyes.
This song was an absolute classic, and its lyrics were elegant, not some vulgar, suggestive tune, making it more suitable for the affected Courtesan.
As a port city, Braavos had many foreign sailors and merchants.
Shipping was very dangerous in this era, and one could imagine the appeal this song would have for those homesick foreigners.
"Do you have any other lyrics?" The Swordswoman asked.
"No, art requires inspiration," Viserys said. Actually, he also had songs like 'Trembling Sea of Sorrows' and 'By the God's Eye Lake.' But playing hard to get was the best tactic.
Now he wanted to see how much sincerity The Swordswoman had.
"May I sing this song?" The Swordswoman asked expectantly, all the wine she had drunk now sobered.
For a Courtesan to make a name for herself, publicity was essential.
Why else would the Veiled Lady, the Poetess, and the Mermaid Queen all put on airs? It was all for their publicity.
If The Swordswoman sang this song, it would definitely be a sensational boost.
"Of course, but the lyricist doesn't need to be me. We in Westeros once had the Mystery Knight; let the author of these lyrics be called the Silver Traveler," Viserys said affirmingly, giving them some face.
House Targaryen had once produced the Tear Knight and the Silver Fool; another Silver Traveler was nothing.
"Generous man, King," Xisa praised.
But The Swordswoman looked straight at Viserys, her eyes becoming shrewd. "I will pay to buy this song, but I won't make things difficult for you. I'll give you a hundred gold coins as initial payment, but not a one-time fee. I will also give you royalties based on my performances later. However, if you have new lyrics in the future, we can collaborate in advance."
"Deal," Viserys nodded.
The Swordswoman was also very perceptive; she knew she couldn't sign an exclusive agreement. If Viserys was truly a rich vein, the forces behind her couldn't monopolize him.
In that case, it was better to be on good terms. Free to come and go, happy cooperation.
One hundred gold coins was already a considerable sum; this was also Viserys's first pot of gold.
One hundred gold coins was very generous; it was said that the ransom for a famous knight was three hundred gold dragons.
Moreover, the price given by the Courtesan was not exclusive but a royalty-based compensation..
"Happy cooperation!"
"Happy cooperation!"
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