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After some consideration, Viserys decided to choose the sea route.
Although it was further, it had its merits; otherwise, they would still have to switch to a larger ship upon reaching Volantis, which would be too troublesome.
They would first arrive in Volantis, and after the fleet was resupplied, they would head to the Valyrian Ruins.
Viserys knew that later, the Imp, Tyrion, took the Rhoyne River route to reach Volantis; on the river, he did not encounter pirates, but instead met stone men and the giant turtle, the Old Man of the River.
Meanwhile, Doran's son, the Toad Prince Quentyn, took the sea route and encountered pirates on the way.
In short, no matter which path was chosen, there would be certain risks.
"The swan will soon dance, bringing more liveliness to this world," Viserys said to Morroq.
Morroq nodded, seemingly understanding yet not quite grasping the meaning.
After inspecting Swanport, Viserys led his large entourage across the Andalos hills, heading towards the White City, Viserysburg.
The clatter of hooves struck the dirt road, accompanied by the scent of grass in the wind.
After some time, the army led by Viserys rushed along until they finally saw the familiar white castle atop the hills, with its black and red banners fluttering in the wind.
Viserys felt more relaxed; this was the feeling of being home.
The journey was arduous. This time, Viserys had circled around the Andalos, first reaching the ruins of Gohod, then turning to Pentos, inspecting Swanport, and finally returning to the capital of the Andalos.
To avoid any trouble caused by the Dothraki, Viserys had them stay in the pastures at the foot of the mountain; later, these men would be sent out as his scouting cavalry to monitor movements along the Rhoyne River.
Viserysburg now had four layers of walls; the city at the foot of the mountain had two layers, and the White Keep atop the mountain also had two layers.
In the city adjacent to Viserysburg, there were already docks, fish markets, and other facilities by the river. The White City was no longer just a geographical concept, but a reality that was gradually coming to life.
Golden-haired, blue-eyed Andals, dark-haired, olive-skinned Rhoynar, and even runaway slaves from various places were living here contentedly; it was a place that willingly welcomed outsiders.
"These are gifts I brought back from Pentos, which can enrich the national treasury. As for these master craftsmen, incorporate them into the Andalos' Craftsmen Department and have the Chief Craftsman, Hotha of Tyrosh (a blacksmith adventurer who traveled from Braavos to the Andalos with Viserys, a runaway slave from Tyrosh), arrange housing and living quarters for them."
"As you command, Your Majesty."
A city must have a craftsmen's district, just like the Street of Steel in King's Landing.
"By the way, there is also my fruit master; his little gadgets are very dangerous, so make sure to arrange a quiet corner for him." Viserys specifically reminded them to be careful of Valentin's wildfire.
In Viserysburg, Viserys mainly relied on the elders of the Secret Council to present their opinions, while the Craftsmen Department was responsible for organizing the hundreds of craftsmen and apprentices of the Andalos to contribute to the construction of the Andalos.
Now, the people of the Andals were gathered in Viserysburg like a clenched fist, mainly to prepare for the coming war.
Besides that, major matters were still arranged by the King; Viserys had his own ministers and his own core circle.
The Red Viper of Dorne, Oberyn; Count Donal Stone of the Stone Family; Roland Rykker; the former First Sword of Braavos, Syrio; and his Squires, Argos, Hugo, Gaelin, and the runaway slave Jarak, among others.
The legions Viserys had set up would consist of four forces: the Andals, the Rhoynar, the runaway slaves, and the knights from The Neck who would follow him.
"What is this?" The elders of the Secret Council looked in shock at the pitch-covered heads impaled on the spears.
"The heads of the Khals," Viserys explained casually. "Khal Jilokao wanted to ambush me in the palace complex outside Pentos, but unfortunately, he failed."
The andals and the Rhoynar were overcome with shock; these were true leaders of the Screamers, the Khals.
Yet they had died at the hands of Viserys, which could only mean that Viserys's stats were even higher than the Khals'.
Even if they were just Khals of small tribes, it served as a shot in the arm for this nascent kingdom before the war. Furthermore, Viserys had also found the relics of the Rhoynar, which was a sign of divine favor.
Only Viserys could create such achievements, making the Andalos and the Rhoyne River great again.
"Long live King Viserys!"
"May the gods bless the King!" Everyone was celebrating the King's glorious return.
The gates of the White Keep opened slowly, like a melodious piece of music.
Viserys greeted the servants and friends stationed at the castle, then returned to his own Kings Tower and took a hot bath; that was the most comfortable thing.
After removing his silver armor, Viserys changed into a black tunic adorned with a red dragon, with a dragon-head belt at his waist, making him look even more like a dashing young man.
The flesh that had become somewhat soft during his flight in Braavos had now become robust and firm, having forged a perfect physique through training, stat enhancement, and slaughter.
Viserys did not have the raw, bulky muscles of a brute, but rather exceptionally perfect lines. He was like the Ranger Prince of before, a gorgeous, handsome, but dangerous warrior.
His body appeared tall, well-proportioned, and full of power, like a divine body forged through thousands of trials and tribulations.
Only those close to him would understand what kind of power was hidden within Viserys's body.
The instantaneous explosive power of Viserys was no less than that of any muscle monster; even the local muscle man of the Andalos, Argos, could not shake him. This powerful inner strength and explosive force made him a walking Mountain.
"Viserys, is this the sacred relic of Greygalis?" Rhaenys had swaggered in, bringing the little girl Daenerys to his room.
Rhaenys and Daenerys were also wearing their ancestral attire: black dresses with ruby necklaces around their necks.
Rhaenys would not call him uncle in private; only in public would she pay special attention to the King's face.
Inside the room, the magnificent silver set was placed on a decorative rack: the spear, shield, helmet, and armor most beloved by the Rhoynar, the relics of a sacred hero.
The magnificent silver spear was so beautiful; this beauty was not inferior to the most famous valyrian steel. In ancient times, the civilization of the Rhoynar had also been at its peak.
The silver armor also had an unparalleled aura; large silver scales were inlaid together like fish scales, a masterpiece of craftsmanship, looking stunning under the sun.
"Not bad," Viserys reminded her. "Also, a lady should remember to knock before entering the King's room."
"I will, His Majesty Viserys!" The black-haired Rhaenys curled her lips and emphasized her tone deliberately. "But the King used to tell us stories and sing us to sleep before."
"Sharp-tongued," Viserys smiled, then ruffled Rhaenys's hair.
The House Targaryen, they were the last dragons.
Viserys knew that there were actually three dragons in the North, but for those people, the vast distance had already distanced their kinship.
The maester's dragon, the wolf-skinned dragon, the crow's dragon.
Viserys still felt an instinctive alienation towards them, but what he cared about were the little girls who shared the glory with him: Daenerys and Rhaenys.
As Daenerys's junior, Rhaenys was actually older than the little silver-haired brat Daenerys, and she took on more of the responsibility of caring for her. Like Viserys, she would coax Daenerys to sleep and tell her those ancient stories.
"Rhaenys, don't forget, we are your elders. Viserys is your uncle, I am your aunt..." the led Daenerys muttered.
Although, as the youngest girl, she was always being taken care of by Viserys and Rhaenys, as a precocious child, Daenerys's intelligence was also obvious.
"Wow, there are dragon eggs too." Daenerys saw the dragon egg fossils in the cedar wood box; the beauty of these dragon egg fossils caught her attention, like the most wonderful toys.
The power of the True Dragon—it was the existence of magic dragons that made the previous Valyrian dragonlords claim to be gods. And without the magic dragons, the House Targaryen had their divine halo erased.
Dragons, awaken the True Dragons.
"Is this a gift you obtained in Pentos?" Rhaenys asked.
"Yes," Viserys nodded. "Although they are fossils, they are genuine dragon eggs, expensive treasures; you must guard them well."
"One for each of you," Viserys distributed them.
The black dragon belonged to Viserys, the green dragon egg belonged to Rhaenys, and the white dragon belonged to Daenerys.
Viserys looked at Daenerys and Rhaenys; dragon eggs in stone needed magic and blood, a task too arduous, so for now, he would let the two little girls keep them.
In terms of seniority, it seemed that Viserys and Daenerys had more concentrated dragon blood, while Rhaenys was their junior.
In terms of appearance, Rhaenys also had dark eyes, olive skin, and smooth black hair, looking more like the House Martell.
As for the True Dragons and adventure, Viserys intended to complete them in Valyria.
"I can't wait to see my dragon," Rhaenys said.
Daenerys also looked at the dragon eggs; for her, there was an inexplicable attraction.
"Rhaenys, I have one more thing I need your help with," Viserys said.
"You're not going out to fight a war again, are you?" Rhaenys said with some dissatisfaction.
"This is the path I have chosen," Viserys said to Rhaenys. "Slaughter, deception, and climbing, for vengeance, for glory."
Since he was born a descendant of the dragonlords, he had to live like a dragonlord. In the arena of power, only the fiercest, most cunning beasts would have the last laugh.
"I will fight with you," Rhaenys said.
"You have your mission: take good care of Daenerys. Also, keep an eye on these dragon egg fossils."
After leaving the King's Tower, Viserys came to the secret brewery.
The Greenvine Family had been completely exterminated, and their previous stills and various tools had all been confiscated and packed up.
But the Greenvine Family only knew how to buy cheap, sour Andalos wine their whole lives; there was really no future in that.
After all, their vision was so limited; they were just destined to buy cheap wine.
Viserys had spent a fortune buying new brass stills and had obtained the secret recipe for Tyrosh pear brandy, striving to make his grape brandy an instant hit.
Inside the room with closed doors and windows, a rich, fragrant aroma permeated the air.
Viserys looked at the facilities before him with satisfaction; the Andalos had simple brewing techniques, and now it was a matter of improvement.
The Red Viper was also waiting expectantly for the result; for some reason, he was very confident in Viserys's arrangements.
Perhaps it was because this young man had already created too many miracles.
The purification of the brewed grapes allowed these stills to recreate a wonderful flavor.
Viserys watched the amber liquid slowly emerge from the spout.
"Really not bad," The Red Viper exclaimed.
Viserys got a little bit of the raw spirit, asking The Red Viper to taste it.
"It's still a bit strong, but it's much better than the horse piss of the Andalos from before," The Red Viper commented; The Red Viper was also a master of wine.
"About 40 degrees should be enough; this wine will surpass the pear brandy of Tyrosh," Viserys said confidently.
As long as the strength and purity were sufficient, after brandy, there would be whiskey and golden rum.
As a bug of the God of Gastronomy, Viserys was also a first-class winemaker.
"We still have a few steps to go," Viserys said. "It's impossible to work on the vintage now, so we'll use some old oak barrels that have been used for years to infuse the flavor. Also, to make this wine, using peat from the local marshes is the best."
The Red Viper listened, dumbfounded; doing it this way, it really seemed possible to succeed.
"Trust me," Viserys said mysteriously.
With these brass stills, oak barrels, and the special process of peat, this brandy would surely take the world by storm.
What was most scarce right now was a story.
"Let's call this brandy'Swan Brandy'; just say that after the hero Hugo killed the Swan Maiden, he encountered the fine wine bestowed upon him by the Father, a taste he found unforgettable. From then on, the Andalos had this Swan Brandy." Viserys said firmly.
Good wine needs a good story; these are all standard equipment.
The Red Viper couldn't help but give a thumbs up; as long as Viserys's fine wine was a great success, it meant that a new source of wealth had appeared for the Andalos.
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