Chapter 53 Execution

"That's right."

The old sergeant was not wearing armor today, just wearing a gray cloth robe, his face was slightly gloomy, and then nodded.

"So to say."

Viserys, on the other hand, took a few steps in front of the throne in a daze, and his eyes slightly lost focus.

He recalled the last time he saw his mother. At that time, Queen Layla's mental state was already very bad, and she often had hallucinations and auditory hallucinations, and then went crazy for no reason, shouting, angry or crying.

At that time, Viserys thought that his mother was slightly mentally ill because of her pregnancy and the series of stimulation she had experienced before.

However, it now appears that all this is likely to be man-made.

"Mother. Shouldn't have died."

"Really? Sir."

Viserys stopped slightly abruptly, then turned his head and asked the old sergeant standing beside him.

And Sir Jeffrey's face was gloomy, and he didn't answer Viserys' question, as if he had tacitly agreed.

Queen Layla shouldn't have died. Although the woman was hit one after another, she was very strong.

She and the "Mad King" have been abused for so many years without being tortured insane. How could she suddenly collapse and become mentally ill at this time?

And Viserys tried hard to remember what was destined to happen in the future if the original trajectory was followed.

The mental state of the real Viserys is also slowly becoming abnormal, with a bad temper and twisted psychology, and even the mild-mannered Daenerys will explode into madness after being stimulated.

"So...is that so?"

Viserys stood still, staring blankly at the sky and sea behind the seat.

He should have thought of it long ago.

But he didn't think about it.

Both Viserys and Queen Layla took hallucinogens and became crazy and violent under the influence of hallucinogens, and Daenerys in her mother's womb may also be affected by a little drug.

But now.

Viserys was also given a large amount of hallucinogens by the agent city lord of Dragonstone, but Viserys did not show symptoms of madness, he only had some symptoms of hallucinations occasionally.

For example, sitting on the Conqueror's Throne in the Hall of Charts last night, looking at the map of Westeros, following the route Aegon I once walked, recalling the story the old maester once told him about the war .

In the end, the shadow of this war vaguely appeared in my mind, as if I was really immersed in the scene and saw it.

Now that I think about it, the hallucinogens may have played a role, and Viserys has fallen into his own fantasy.

But it is also obvious that Viserys takes more hallucinogens than Queen Layla, but this poison does not seem to have a great effect on Viserys.

Viserys only had some mild auditory and visual hallucinations, and did not appear to be mentally ill like his mother.

And the old sergeant stood beside the throne and watched Viserys stand there in a daze, and he felt a little unbearable in his heart.

This situation is really cruel.

It might be acceptable to say that Queen Layla died in childbirth, but she shouldn't have died.

It shouldn't even be like that, but because someone has tarnished the honor, and used such abusive means of poisoning a pregnant woman and a child, it has led to such an end.

The hair on the old jazz's gray head was blown by the wind, and he took a deep breath.

A despicable usurper, he can't wait to smash his opponent into tens of thousands of pieces.

But now there is one more important thing.

"His Majesty."

There was silence in the table room, and after a long silence, the old jazz finally broke the silence and said.

"Perhaps you should find a doctor to diagnose your current physical condition."

There are no maesters on Dragonstone, and the common man cannot be cared for by the maesters in the same way as the aristocracy and the rich, so usually resort to local healers and midwives and their knowledge of herbal medicines.

The medical skills in Westeros are actually not very good.

This also shows how precious it was for the old bachelor to live to be eighty years old.

They can still use herbs to boil or apply externally to ordinary and simple disease wounds.

The sword wound is disinfected by some extreme means, such as boiling water, Mier fire or fire milk to clean, the latter two are directly burned at the wound.

If the wound has begun to decompose, maggots can be used to eat the decomposing limb and then bandage it, suture the wound if necessary, and apply an ointment containing mustard seeds, nettle, and baker's yeast to the wound to prevent infection.

However, these must be used together with similar drugs such as poppy milk and sleeping wine, which can numb and relieve pain.

If there is no poppy milk, the physical coma method will be used. Of course, this method is generally not used unless it is extreme.

And these are all for the treatment of diseases and wounds. For Viserys's current situation, there is only another way.

That's bloodletting.

Maesters and healers believed that if you were poisoned, you had to remove the venom from your body, and cut where you needed to be.

And the venom has penetrated into the blood and needs to be bled. If the venom is released from the body, the pure blood will refill its original position, so that it can be detoxified.

When Viserys heard Sir Jeffrey's words, his cheeks twitched slightly, as if thinking of a bad memory, and then he refused directly and decisively.

"No need, sir."

"I feel very good now and there is no need to bother the doctor."

Afterwards, Viserys did not give Sir Jeffrey a chance to continue speaking, and he opened his mouth again after changing the conversation.

"I think you know very well."

"Only those drunks, bastards, and women from free trade cities would use poison as a weapon."

Viserys looked directly into Sir Jeffrey's eyes, his eyes burning with anger, and the old Sir did not know why he was a little uneasy when he saw these lavender eyes.

"same."

"I know you think that a just king should not abuse his punishment privately, even if he is a sinner already recognized by the Seven Gods."

"However, I don't want you to stop me any longer."

Immediately, Viserys passed by the old sergeant and strode down from the main seat.

At the same time, the left hand held the hilt of the sword tied to the waist, and the other hand pulled out the short sword that was only slightly longer than the dagger.

Clang——

"Because there is one thing I have to do myself."

The sharp dagger, the blade shone with cold light, Viserys held the hilt tightly, his face was icy cold without the slightest warmth.

"Uuuuuu-"

And the illegitimate child lying on the ground bound by Wu Huada saw this cute silver-haired boy approaching.

There was a look of horror in his eyes.