Game of Thrones: Second Son of House Targaryen

Viserys had no plans to consult Helbo first. He hadn’t even thought about it. He had seen high-ranking officials laugh and scold, and he had seen billionaires spit out their words. All that etiquette was meaningless to him. As long as he could steadily bring benefits, he would naturally have followers.

Between himself and Helbo, it was called cooperation, but it was really just a job. Now that Viserys had the skills and the capital, why would he work for someone else?

Despite Helbo’s disapproving look and Morel’s confusion, Viserys stated his conditions.

"However, I have two conditions."

"Please go on," Morel said eagerly. If there was a rift between Viserys and Helbo, it might be his chance.

"First, I hope you can provide me with a venue. I have some ideas I want to try."

"Yes! That’s no problem."

Morel agreed very quickly, and even his bald head, which had become a little gray due to repeated blows, seemed to brighten a bit. Helbo, on the other hand, gulped down a few more drinks. If Viserys didn’t stand on his side, he wouldn’t dare make such an outrageous demand.

Three hundred and fifty pounds; he estimated that he would only get two hundred pounds at the end of the day. As for Viserys' share, he said that he didn’t need to worry about it if he didn’t want it for the time being.

"Second, I need you to introduce me to Lady Falia."

Helbo glanced at Viserys, the corner of his mouth curling up in a mocking arc. He realized what Viserys was trying to do. He probably wanted to take a chance on this opportunity and then own his own business.

Helbo couldn’t figure out why Viserys would want to do that. He knew how much money Viserys had. That amount might be enough to maintain a relatively decent life. But if he wanted to do something significant, he should give up on it as soon as possible.

And his so-called "ideas"? There were many people in Braavos with ideas, and more ideas came out every day than fish in the sea. What was his reason?

Helbo thought that Viserys was ruining his own good today. But considering Viserys’s might, he could endure it for now.

However, he then thought it might not be a bad idea. When Viserys had been rejected and lost all his money, he would be in a better position to deal with him. Besides, could he just see Falia of Moonshadow whenever he wanted?

With this thought, Helbo relaxed and turned to observe Morel’s response with a relaxed attitude.

After hearing Viserys’ request, Morel’s brows, which had just begun to relax, furrowed again. He thought for a moment and said:

"I can introduce you, but... Lady Falia’s schedule seems to be very full, and I’ve only met her three times."

In fact, Morel had never met her in person. He had always negotiated with Falia’s housekeeper. Of course, if it was at a banquet, he had seen her from a distance once. Falia has the title of Moonshadow, so she always wears a veil in public. Morel has seen Falia’s person, but not her face. Rounding off is the same as never seeing.

Helbo chuckled a little but didn’t say anything.

“No problem, just remember to mention my name.”

Helbo sneered inwardly, thinking, 'Mention your name? The Beggar King’s name?'

Morel stayed silent. He only knew that Viserys was on his side now.

“Yes, when would you like to meet her?”

“I’ll let you know.”

The meeting had a relatively satisfactory outcome, at least for Viserys and Morel. Helbo undoubtedly prolonged the meeting, but Viserys went directly to the workshop with Morel afterward. Helbo saw them off at the gate, watching them leave impassively.

The incident was not a big deal, but it was not a small one either. Of course, Viserys’s might was a significant factor.

Once they arrived at the workshop, Morel immediately found a suitable and tidy place for Viserys. All kinds of equipment were available, and Viserys was very satisfied.

He first asked someone to buy all the materials for him and then specially entrusted a patrolman to be the caretaker. Considering the issue of confidentiality, Viserys did almost everything himself. The others only had to help with the rough work.

At first, Rabbi was a little curious, wondering what Viserys was doing with the blankets. But under his father’s tutelage, he immediately got down to the business of making candles and didn’t ask any more questions.

Viserys planned to make some samples first, and the materials he needed were not many. Things like whale oil were taken directly from the warehouse, and Morel and his son didn’t say anything.

From morning to afternoon, Viserys was busy for most of the day and finally got results. Looking at the thick, mushy substance in the cauldron, which looked like thick rice porridge, Viserys knew he had succeeded. All that was left was to let it sit for a while.

As for the subsequent drying process, it would take too long, so he would probably consider the more expensive "drying" method. Once his "technology" was recognized, he could standardize the process.

Afterwards, Viserys asked about the value of the workshop, which was around 30,000 gold dragons. Lady Falia had a 40% share. After some gentle prodding from Viserys, he learned from Rabbi that Lady Falia seemed intent on keeping the candle workshop. It seemed that the workshop was also very important to her. This gave Viserys more confidence in meeting Falia, who was known as the Moonshadow.

Even if he used the drying method, Viserys estimated that it would take half a month to wait for the first soap to be formed. During this time, he mainly practiced water dancing. Dany learned the full set, while Viserys focused on mastering the steps. This allowed Viserys's sword skills to improve rapidly.

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Swordsmanship: Master (2164/10000) +
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'There are still more than two months, which is more than enough time,' he thought.

Recently, Viserys had not only maintained his sword skills but also started to learn archery. With the help of the system's 'point-cleaning function,' he quickly reached the Proficient level.

One day, Viserys passively triggered Dragon Dreams.

It seemed that the assassin had settled in a hotel in Braavos. In the past, Viserys' strength was limited, and he could only trigger Dragon Dreams passively when the enemy arrived, allowing him to escape. But now he had considerable strength. Looking at the entire Braavos, even the Sealord's escort swordsmen could barely match him in a fight.

That night, Viserys donned his black cloak, glanced at Dany sleeping, and then disappeared into the night. Tonight, he was going to show the assassin what it meant to be a guest in his own home!