Candlelight illuminated Viserys's face, a handsome but still somewhat youthful countenance with slightly pale purple eyes.
However, due to his hardships, Viserys had never been particularly chubby; he was always of the tall and agile type.
Unlike the perpetually anxious exiled royal of the past, the current Viserys appeared lean and composed, embodying the demeanor of a Water Dancer.
"What a shame about that dragon bone hairpin; I just ate it," Viserys thought.
Viserys wasn't thinking of using the dragon bone hairpin to style his hair.
Dragon bone hairpins were light and hard, making them perfect, highly concealable self-defense weapons.
Stuck in the hair, then suddenly used for an attack.
However, the dragon bone hairpin was worth disappearing for the attributes it provided.
"There's only a little dragon bone, but a dragon head is a huge chunk," Viserys thought, recalling the numerous dragon skulls beneath the Red Keep, rumored to be discarded in secret passages.
Balerion was the largest of all dragons, with an unusually large mouth and teeth like swords, capable of swallowing an entire wild bull or, as legend had it, a mammoth roaming the icy wastes north of Ibben.
If Viserys were to consume such a large dragon head, wouldn't he instantly soar?
However, it wasn't that simple; Viserys was essentially a person with a golden finger, not a gluttonous beast, and simply didn't possess that much digestive power.
But smaller dragon bones could be attempted in the future, as those stunted dragons were no bigger than kittens or puppies.
For now, it was a gradual process, starting with dragon bone.
"Besides dragon bone, can I use gold, silver, or other jewels?"
Viserys then placed gold coins, silver coins, copper coins, and gemstones on the table, biting each one in turn.
After biting for a long time, it was utterly useless.
It seemed this talent wasn't about worldly material wealth; precious items like gold, silver, and gemstones were not within the scope of choice.
Viserys rubbed his hands, his bright purple eyes burning like flames.
This successful digestion of dragon bone confirmed his speculation about the [Glutton] talent.
Viserys had previously tried beef, venison, lamb, chicken, duck, and wild boar, or various seafood from Braavos, but the increase in strength was almost negligible.
This talent had high requirements; experiments showed that the most effective items were extremely expensive, high-quality ingredients, or rare items containing magical elements.
Magic dragons, needless to say, were the most magical creations in the world, formed entirely of blood and fire.
Other creatures like direwolves, snow bears, mammoths, and unicorns might have some effect, but they were too far away, in the distant North.
Besides, these creatures were nearly extinct.
There was also the kraken from the Greyjoy family sigil, but the monstrous squid was a deep-sea animal, difficult to find and capture.
If he ever found one, Viserys would definitely give it a try.
"Perhaps there's a substitute on the continent of Essos?" Viserys thought.
Leaving Westeros aside, Essos actually had another group of extraordinary creatures.
Viserys knew that the long-abandoned Rhoyne River still contained various "river gods," which were merely giant fish, crabs, turtles, and other monstrous creatures of the river.
The Rhoynar, who worshipped the Mother Rhoyne, revered them as gods and trusted them greatly.
The war between the Valyrian Empire and the Rhoynar began when a Valyrian subordinate messed with one of the Rhoynar's great river god turtles.
But after the Rhoynar fell into decline, the river pirates and other city-states didn't care; the river gods were fished out, sold, and eaten.
The behemoths in the Rhoyne might also possess various mystical properties, and he could try some to see their effects.
Viserys only had a preliminary idea; currently, the stable way to increase his strength was still to eat sea snails and dragon bone, with dragon bone being more effective than sea snails.
Sea snails, dragon bone, and the giant creatures of the Rhoyne River.
Dragon eggs would certainly be better, but the problem was that living dragon eggs had vanished, and the only known ones were the three fossilized dragon eggs in the fat governor's possession, which he would never part with.
Both sea snails and dragon bone now shared a drawback: they were expensive.
Dragon bone was especially rare, and many unscrupulous merchants would pass off the skeletons of wyverns or other animals as dragon bone.
But in the face of the golden finger's power, their expense was not their fault.
Viserys had already decided that anyone who came to him for a meal or a favor should ideally bring dragon bone.
"Could I even swallow Valyrian steel in the future?" Viserys still abandoned this crazy thought.
Because Valyrian steel was also forged with dragonfire and imbued with magic.
For now, he wasn't at the point where he could try a Valyrian steel sword, and besides, Viserys wasn't that wasteful.
There were only two thousand Valyrian steel weapons in the entire world, and many had been lost.
Speaking of which, this caused Viserys a pang of heartache; the Targaryens originally had Blackfyre and Dark Sister, but now neither remained.
Viserys was currently a typical "three-no": no territory, no equipment, no followers.
However, Valyrian steel, though rare in the East, did exist, and he wondered if he could acquire some equipment in the future… Inside the Sealord's Palace, the magnificent ceiling frescoes depicted various legends of the Secret City.
The first fresco showed the dark, sunless Valyrian volcanic mines, where countless slaves toiled in misery.
Next, the Moon Singers prayed, and then the runaway slaves discovered the Secret City's great reef island lake.
Later, a hundred years after, Uthero revealed his identity to the Valyrians, taking off his mask.
Braavos's purple fleet sailed unimpeded through the Shivering Sea and the Summer Sea.
These frescoes were lifelike, imbued with a sense of epic and romance.
The edges of the paintings also depicted mermaids, krakens, and leviathan whales.
"Is this the song written by that young man?" Sealord Ferrego, dressed in dark brown, held "Five Hundred Miles," created by Viserys. "It's catchy, and I hear it's popular throughout the Secret City. The people of the Secret City couldn't have written it."
The current Ferrego was in the prime of his life, and although he had a congenital ailment, he still appeared energetic, unlike his sickly, bedridden state a decade later.
"It was indeed written by him; I've investigated," Chief Swordsman Quhuru affirmed.
"The emotion in this song is a genuine yearning for home. I don't remember him being like that," Ferrego said.
As a high-ranking official, he had met Viserys many years ago.
"Back then, I remember him as just a pretty little boy with no sense of security, full of fear, but nothing particularly special. Viserys was spoiled by the Mad King when he was young, and many sycophants supported the Mad King's deposition of Rhaegar. But looking at him now, does Viserys also have a touch of greatness in his genes?"
"Sithas, you have a good relationship with him; tell us your thoughts," the Sealord prompted Sithas.
The Captain of the Guard was a typical double agent, caught between the Sealord and Viserys, though both sides were aware of it.
The Captain of the Guard carefully chose his words, then slowly began, "Your Grace, according to my interactions with Viserys, he is indeed very charming and talented. He has great talent in cuisine, art, and Water Dancing. However, he still insists on his legal claim to the Iron Throne."
"An ordinary person might spend their entire life specializing in one field, yet this young man, Viserys, is talented in every aspect—truly remarkable," Ferrego exclaimed.
"I find it quite strange as well," Sithas said. "But from what I've witnessed firsthand, he might truly be a genius. The Water Dancers also speak highly of him."
"He's not only a genius but also very calm, not quite like the boy I remember. He hasn't sought loans from the Iron Bank, nor has he hired sellswords. If he's starting from scratch again, I truly admire this boy."
"Your Grace, would you like to meet him?" Quhuru asked.
"No need," the Sealord waved his hand. "The Secret City holds many secrets. Let this Targaryen youth continue his journey. If he can go further, I will naturally meet him."
Ferrego was merely observing Viserys, but overall, Viserys was still just a dethroned man.
Since Viserys had shown some value, the Sealord wanted to see exactly how much value he possessed.
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