Veserys squeezed the handwritten letter from Sea King Braavos and fell into silence.

The whole hall is silent.

Everyone looked at the little king sitting on the throne among them. They didn't know what was written in the letter. This was a highly confidential content, but they seemed to be embarrassed by Visiris's face.

Then, Veserys did not speak, but instead passed the Neptune's letter in his hand to Sir Jeffrey next to him.

For this fleet commander, Veselis has nothing to doubt, after all, without the opponent, he and his mother would have been dead long ago.

Even according to the original trajectory, he and his mother, Queen Laila, fled to Dragon Stone Island, and the fleet's deterrent agent city lord and others were afraid to murder their orphans and widows.

Even if the storm is approaching and destroys the Targaryen fleet, Viselis is not clear about the details in the middle. Perhaps the illegitimate and others want to hand over the Viselis brothers and sisters to Baratheon, or other plans.

But with the help of Sir William, he finally fled to the continent of Ersos, and then began a long life in exile.

So Veserys naturally has unconditional trust in the old jazz and the coach.

If he now needs to create a medal for the 'Hand of the King', perhaps Viselis will directly award the medal to Sir Jeffrey.

The gray-haired old Sir also didn't refuse, he directly accepted the letter from Viserys, and then read it seriously.

And Visiris's gaze fell on the two Braavos envoys again.

"Actually, my mother Layla Targaryen is dead."

Viselis stood up from the icy stone throne, the sunlight on both sides of the hall shone in, forming a dusty beam of light, and cast it on the ground.

"Your Majesty, please be sorry."

And as the messenger Claire, the municipality of Braavos, once again gave a slight salute to express his condolences to Veserys. In fact, they knew the news when they disembarked.

"Please allow us to pay homage to this kind and great queen mother when we leave Longshi Island."

However, Veserys just waved his hand, he knew that these were just kind words from the messenger.

The other party didn't even know that Targaryen could still speak Valyrian now, and she might have only heard this name for her mother, Queen Layla.

"The messenger, please stay in Longshi Island for a while."

"I still need to consider what is written in the letter from Lord Ferrego Antares."

This is what Veserys hesitated about now. When he got this letter, Veserys could confirm that the other party was indeed the messenger from Braavos.

However, he was a bit hesitant about whether to actually go to Braavos to Yove Seris.

Although the little king today frustrated the Iron Throne conspiracy several times, and followed the fleet in a beautiful turnaround in Broken Ship Bay, it strongly boosted morale.

But for Baratheon, Targaryen's balance of power is still quite disparity.

The opponent is like having ten fingers, but he seized the opportunity to break one finger. If the opponent clenched his fists, he could easily slap him to death on Longshi Island.

After all, it's too close to Westeros, it's almost a stone's throw away.

Veserys has no sense of security on Dragonstone Island. Although he knows that King Robert currently has no warships, he still fears that when he wakes up, Dragonstone Island will be surrounded by ships that cannot be seen at a glance. NS.

Therefore, Veserys has been thinking about how to abandon Longshi Island, lead the fleet and the people to retreat to the continent east of the narrow sea.

Get a heel over there, and then develop with peace of mind, so that you can save the lives of your siblings and prevent you from living a life of upheaval and displacement.

Veserys had never had a clue about this matter before. After all, as the old Sir said before, the free trade city-state seemed loose, but it repelled the intrusion of external forces.

Veserys did not dare to lead the fleet to invade the continent of Essos. That was tantamount to breaking his own way.

And now this letter from Sea King Braavos brings him another possibility.

Veserys was slightly uncertain.

This idea is very good and bold, but correspondingly, it will take considerable risks.

If Braavos is malicious, it is possible to tie him up and send him to King's Landing in exchange for a huge reward.

But Viselis believes that a living self, who can trouble the Iron Throne, is far more important than the trivial reward for the Iron Vault.

So when Veselis actually hesitated in his heart, he already had such an answer.

It's just that there is still no one to support him to do so, so that he has the courage to strengthen his inner thoughts.

This is equivalent to a gambling and game.

Perhaps this is one of the reasons why Bachelor Daniel thinks Veselis is better than Prince Rega.

He will try to complete self-salvation in a difficult situation, will never give up, and always come up with some unexpected ideas ~www.mtlnovel.com~ follow His Majesty's arrangements. "

And the two envoys from Braavos naturally had no objection to Visiris's arrangement.

After all, this is a secret conversation between the little king of Targaryen and their lord Sea King. They are just a message conveyer in the middle, and everything is mainly to serve the overall situation.

Then Veserys waved his hand slightly, and some guards led the two envoys to retreat first, and arranged a short break in the castle. They still need to discuss this matter.

After the two messengers withdrew, Sir Jeffrey, who was sitting on the chair next to the throne on the other side, also read the entire Neptune's letter.

As in Viserys's situation just now, the old man was also slightly lost in thought.

However, the old Sir was silent for a long while, and raised his head slightly. He was about to open his mouth to say something, but he wanted to say something, but he just glanced at Weselis.

And the little king has experienced too many human societies, his eyelashes are empty, and he naturally understood what the old man meant.

then waved his hand again and screened the guards on the left and right.

soon.

Only two of them, one old and one young, were left in the whole hall, and then Viselis turned his head.

"Perhaps I should forge you a medal for the'hand of the king'."

"Master Jeffrey."

The silver-haired boy wore a golden crown of rubies on his head. Under the sunlight coming in diagonally, his small figure was stretched to the height of an adult. A pair of lavender eyes sparkled with brilliance, and he joked.

The old Sir was just about to say something but was interrupted by Viselis, with a wry smile on his face.

"A person like me does not have the talent and morality to be a former prime minister."