Chapter 301: The Effect of the Black Fog

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Bessie was willing to take risks and trust his king because it was Viserys who had changed his fate.

Without Viserys, he might still be an ordinary hunter in a village, even worrying about the attacks of the Brotherhood and bandits on the village.

Even though Bessie was a brave warrior before he was injured, he could not fight against multiple enemies at once. He might have died under the blade of a bandit any day.

That's how Bessie's father died.

Viserys, seeing Bessie's agreement, didn't make a fuss.

He asked him to stand in front of him and remove the mask from his face.

Bessie, a warrior of the Andals, had suffered severe burns. His face was unrecognizable, so he wore a metal mask all year round and was tightly wrapped from head to toe.

He was afraid that his appearance would scare others. Viserys once suggested finding a noblewoman for him, but Bessie politely refused.

And now, Viserys looked at the grotesque and terrifying face in front of him, and his heart couldn't help but thump slightly.

Although he had seen Bessie's appearance before, he couldn't help but feel a bit tense every time he saw it.

"If you feel anything unusual, you must speak up immediately..."

The silver-haired young man, who was in stark contrast to Bessie's current appearance, instructed.

"I'm starting."

Bessie, who had become a legion commander and suddenly removed his mask in front of others, was a bit nervous.

Then he saw King Viserys raise a hand, and a black fog gradually condensed in his palm.

"This is..."

On that dark and grotesque face, Bessie's eyes were still clear, slightly widened.

Because he really saw a black fog condensing from Viserys's palm.

He even wondered if it was his illusion, he faintly heard a sound like a ghost's wail.

"Could this be..."

Bessie had just thought of something in his mind, but before he could think further, Viserys pressed the black fog in his palm to his forehead.

Whoosh~

The black fog, bit by bit, entered Bessie's forehead through Viserys's palm.

Time slowly passed.

Bessie felt a cold power flowing into his body.

He couldn't help but shiver, and then began to feel some changes in his body.

This feeling was indescribable, but he just felt closer to King Viserys, as if there was a kind of telepathic feeling.

What's going on?

Bessie was confused, but he didn't feel anything unusual, so he didn't speak.

After Viserys completely injected the black fog, he slowly withdrew his hand when Bessie's body showed a rejection reaction and bounced the black fog back.

"It's done."

"How do you feel?"

Viserys then asked.

"Hmm..."

Bessie pondered for a moment, then said.

"My strength has increased a bit, and my body seems to have recovered somewhat."

Bessie's understanding was different from Viserys's. He felt that the black fog was like a life energy, not a soul, and it helped him repair his broken body.

The excitement was not hard to hear in the man's words with dark hair. After all, it had been so long since he was burned.

He had given up on himself, thinking that he would never be able to wield a sword in his life. But he didn't expect Viserys to give him another chance.

Bessie clenched his fist slightly, there was still a bit of

pain between his fingers, but it was much better than before. He then drew his sword from his waist.

Clang—

The sword light illuminated the entire study.

The guards outside seemed to hear the sound of drawing a sword from the study and immediately asked.

"Your Grace, what happened?"

However, Viserys was very calm, he stepped back a bit, giving Bessie some space.

Hearing the words of the guards outside, he calmly said.

"It's nothing."

The long-lost feeling of holding a sword was really good.

Due to severe burns, Bessie had injured the joints of his fingers, so it became a bit difficult to hold a sword.

The maester diagnosed at that time that he would probably never be able to wield a sword again in his life, of course, this referred to sword fighting.

But now, Bessie held the hilt of the sword tightly with his five fingers. Although his skin was still charred and terrifying, there was a surging vitality under this terrifying skin.

"Although I haven't fully recovered, this feeling is really good."

Bessie swung his long sword forcefully, trying hard to feel the changes in his body, and said joyfully.

Then he suddenly realized that he was too excited just now and actually swung his sword in front of King Viserys.

Then he quickly sheathed his sword with a snap, and knelt on one knee subconsciously to apologize.

"I'm sorry, Your Grace."

For someone like him who had been seriously injured, such a violent action was still a bit unbearable. The tearing pain came, making Bessie, who was kneeling on one knee, twitch slightly.

However, Viserys just blinked, he was observing Bessie's changes, then reached out and helped his Kingsguard up.

"If your body has recovered a bit, that's good. Maybe after a while, things will get better."

Viserys pondered for a moment, then said.

The black cat didn't show any changes at first, but later these changes became more and more obvious.

"You are the first person to receive this divine power."

Viserys was saying something.

At this moment, his eyebrows twitched slightly, and his words stopped here.

Because he seemed to suddenly perceive Bessie's emotions.

He seemed to be very grateful to him. Although he didn't seem particularly excited on the surface, Bessie's heart was like a stormy sea, so much so that he had just forgotten about his injuries.

What's going on?

Viserys suddenly remembered that not long ago when he ordered the black cat to kill those chickens, he seemed to vaguely feel the 'confused' emotion transmitted by the black cat.

Is this the same as with Balerion...

Do we have a connection?

Viserys only realized at this moment that there was such a vague connection between Balerion and him.

Balerion seemed to have absorbed a lot of black fog when he was just an egg.

And when Balerion was hatched, his growth rate was much faster than his brothers, and there was a direct mental connection between the dragon and the person.

"So that's what the black fog does?"

Viserys's eyes brightened slightly, he finally understood what the black fog did.

He was the source of the black fog, and those who received the black fog were like his servants, who could enhance their abilities.

At the same time, a mental connection would be established between them and the master.

Just like the connection he had heard about in his previous life between a vampire and its converted servant.