By the Moon Pool, the silver-haired Viserys sheathed his Moon Pool, the blood of Mero, the Titan's Bastard, and his spilled intestines splattered across the ground.
Mero's eyes were wide open in death, a pale green, and his thick, waist-length red-gold beard was also stained with blood.
This crude extra, who would later become the commander of the Second Sons, met an untimely end.
"Don't be arrogant; it won't do you any good."
Viserys looked at Mero's corpse. Mero would later become the commander of the Second Sons, so his strength was at least first-rate, but Viserys was stronger.
The stench of death and blood permeated the air, and some people were already on the verge of vomiting.
Viserys looked at Mero, who lay on the ground, and slowly wiped the Moon Pool in his hand, cleaning the blood from the steel blade.
Avenging Moro, Viserys felt an inner joy.
Not only did he win the battle, but he also won a good amount of gold by making this duel a wager.
Suddenly, a strange feeling surged through him, and Viserys found that his panel had been updated again; he had gained a new talent.
The Fate Reverser Viserys Targaryen has completed an execution of a "villain," causing a ripple in the axis of fate and earning a random talent as a reward.
Mero was not the first person Viserys had killed, but Viserys's previous opponents had not awakened the system, indicating that Moro was more infamous and morally corrupt.
Most people are not this purely evil; this talent is only effective against truly wicked individuals.
People like Mero are completely morally flawed, just like the Mountain.
Talent: Just Judgment (Heart of Judgment, Evil must be punished. When a certain number of villains are executed, personal attributes can be permanently increased).
With Mero's death and the arrival of the new talent, Viserys saw that his various attributes had increased again.
Viserys obtained a new talent card, depicting a great sword plunged into a rock by a blue sea.
Clear, azure light flowed over the great sword, emitting a strange, vital glow, as if it were alive.
The hilt and grip were sculpted into the form of a beautiful lady with outstretched arms, and the grip was the outward flare of her skirt.
The great sword also bore a small string of runes, and a blue gem adorned the pommel.
"This is the Lady of Justice," Viserys said, looking at the sword and understanding the words inscribed upon it. He thought of the ancient legends.
Since he had the Just Judgment talent, then this ancient sword must also truly exist.
Ser Garredon was a valiant warrior, and even the Lady of the Heavens was captivated by him. So she gave him a magic sword as a token of her love.
According to legend, Ser Garredon "Lightbringer" proudly wore it his entire life but only drew it three times.
He was unwilling to use it against mortals, for it was too powerful and would make the fight unfair.
"Then this talent is going to take off," Viserys thought.
Whether in Westeros or Essos, there are plenty of scoundrels, and as long as Viserys can use the "Judgment" talent to kill, his attributes will greatly increase.
Thinking of this, Viserys was in a good mood.
"Revenge, revenge." Roland looked at Viserys's shadow. Only brave knights had a chance of victory.
"How is this possible?" Old Preston's face grew increasingly grim, a Stark contrast to Viserys's.
Although Mero was crude, he trusted his abilities.
Moreover, for this duel, the Pleystein Family had spent money to hire many famous swordsmen to train Mero.
Now, if the duel was lost, it would be a loss of both reputation and face.
"It's not that Mero is too weak, but that this kid is too uncanny," said the Sixth Swordsman of Braavos, whom Preston had invited.
"How is this possible?" Old Preston's tone was filled with disbelief. "It takes at least five or six years for a Water Dancer novice to become a veteran. Even if Syrio is a brilliant sword master, it's impossible for him to transform someone in such a short time."
"Theoretically, it's highly unlikely, unless we've encountered a true genius," the Sixth Swordsman whispered.
Old Preston's face was solemn. Not only had they lost the duel, but it also meant they had provoked a dangerous assassin.
"Then I have no chance of winning this round?" Old Preston gritted his teeth.
"Not necessarily," the Sixth Swordsman whispered sinisterly. "Sometimes the path to victory lies outside the setup."
A thought flashed through Old Preston's mind. Why should he be confined to Braavos?
There were others who hated these Targaryen remnants even more, and he already had a suitable contact.
"The victor of the duel, Viserys," Orwyl Ferrego stood up and announced, looking at the bloody battlefield.
It was an undeniable victory; Mero hadn't even managed to injure Viserys.
"Viserys the Bloodthirsty!"
"Viserys the Bloodthirsty!"
"Violet Swordsman!"
"Violet Swordsman!"
The anxious Rhaenys and Daenerys also breathed a sigh of relief. Although they knew Viserys would win, the situation was still nerve-wracking.
The onlookers cheered Viserys's name, thanking him for the magnificent performance.
"You have won, and earned the reputation of a victor. I praise your bravery, but I demand that you know when to stop, Viserys," Orwyl Ferrego said.
Viserys sheathed his Moon Pool and nodded ceremoniously.
In reality, everyone understood that Viserys and Preston had completely forged an enmity; there was no way they would let it go.
"Old Preston, as the loser, it is clear that the gods above have not favored you. You have lost your righteousness, and I demand that you reflect on your actions," the Sea Lord then said to Old Preston.
"The Pleystein Family understands. We apologize to Viserys and will offer a generous sum," Old Preston said very sincerely.
"Alright, this farce is over; everyone disperse," Orwyl Ferrego finally declared.
"Viserys!"
"Viserys!" The onlookers, still not sated, cheered the victor's name.
For Viserys's side, it was a complete victory, but for the Pleystein Family, it was a failure, and these people immediately left, looking dejected.
Syrio was still very proud; Viserys clearly had the talent of The Way of Insight.
"For this victory, it seems we'll have to prepare a grand feast. Old Preston's face looks extremely foul," Lingo laughed heartily.
"It seems my wager on you hasn't failed yet," Black Pearl said to Viserys.
"You just need to bet on me to win," Viserys replied confidently.
"I am Gasparo, the personnel officer of the Second Sons," a mercenary also came to join the commotion.
Gasparo was thin and elegant, with a pointed beard. He wielded a Braavosi blade with a jeweled hilt.
"Second Sons," Viserys remembered the name.
"Indeed, we need warriors like you. The Second Sons is one of the oldest free mercenary companies," Gasparo said. "The roster of the Second Sons is full of famous people, many of whom come from your Seven Kingdoms. Aegor Rivers served in the company for a year before leaving to form the Golden Company, and people called him 'Bittersteel.' Prince Daemon Targaryen, the Brightflame, was a member of the Second Sons, as was Rodrik Stark, the Wild Wolf. Most recently, there was The Red Viper of Dorne..."
"I've noted your name," Viserys said to the man from the Second Sons.
These people hadn't recruited Mero, but instead, they had discovered him.
"The Sea Lord also wants to see you," Quilo, the Sea Lord's First Sword, said.
"Oh," Viserys was a little curious, but it seemed reasonable.
"Viserys will be right back," Quilo said.
Inside the beautiful Smiling Faces pleasure barge, the Sea Lord sat on a wicker chair, watching Viserys, who was led in by the First Sword.
"Viserys Targaryen," Orwyl Ferrego said to Viserys. "You have caused enough trouble already. You are no longer welcome here."
"You haven't been here long, and you've already killed many people and caused a lot of trouble. I like to see smiles everywhere, not shouts of fighting and killing. This is not your Westeros; I am not so barbaric."
"Then where should I go?" Viserys had a premonition.
"Go to Andas, or the Free Cities, but not Braavos."
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