Chapter 189 The strange wound caused by the Iron Throne

Rhaenyra suddenly stood there, her smile faded, and she turned around quietly.

"What's wrong?"

Rhaegar expressed concern.

"No, you turn around first."

Rhaenyra's ears were slightly red, she covered her chest with her hands, and she spoke stumblingly.

"Did you bump into each other?"

Rhaegar moved closer curiously.

"Rhaegar, you are too close."

Rhaenyra's expression was a bit unnatural.

Rhaegar didn't know why and opened his eyes innocently.

Rhaenyra glared at him and said angrily, "It's all your fault, I got aroused."

With that said, he kicked Rhaegar and walked towards the castle alone.

Rhaegar was at a loss. He didn't do anything?

…

Banquet hall.

Viserys sat back in his chair, looking expectantly.

On both sides of the hall, musicians played relaxing tunes.

A short dwarf with a big head dressed up as a pirate in a comical performance.

Tap tap tap...

There was a sound of footsteps coming from the corner of the hall, attracting the attention of the hall.

Viserys cast his gaze and said excitedly: "Rhaegar, Rhaenyra!"

"Father!"

After changing into black clothes, Rhaegar and Rhaenyla walked hand in hand.

"My children, how was your trip to the valley?"

Viserys stood up to greet him with a smile on his face.

Hearing this, the siblings looked at each other and made eye contact with each other.

Rhaenyra opened her hands and chuckled: "Yes, the Alpine clan was intimidated, and the fleet from Seagull Town was also sent to the Stepstone Islands."

"Great, I've been worried about you."

Viserys was visibly relieved and stepped forward to hug his daughter.

Then he looked at the eldest son and looked up and down to confirm that nothing was wrong.

Rhaegar smiled and put his hands in front of his belly.

On the surface, everything was fine, but there were two scars on the stomach and lower back.

"Oh ho ho, look at this beautiful lady, pirate mushrooms greet you."

A high-pitched child's voice came suddenly, and a dwarf playing the role of a pirate trotted over.

Halfway through, he knelt down and slid to his knees in front of the three of them, looking ridiculous and ridiculous.

Viserys laughed. "Mushrooms are good jesters. They always have fun."

Rhaenyla waved and said with a smile: "Mushroom, do you have anything new to tell me?"

"certainly."

Mushroom quickly got up, held his big belly and came to Rhaenyra's feet, muttering infatuatedly: "Princess, your beauty is the most novel and beautiful thing in the world."

"Haha, I knew you were going to do this."

Rhaenyra was amused by him and had a good impression of this flattering dwarf.

Winning the favor of two nobles in a row, Mushroom was extremely proud. He looked at Rhaegar with reverence and pretended to be intoxicated:

"Handsome prince, your trip to the valley must be full of passion, and you have captured the admiration of many noble ladies."

Rhaegar looked down at him and raised the corners of his mouth.

Mushroom always paid attention to the prince's expression and wanted to continue to say flattering words.

boom--

As soon as he opened his mouth, Rhaegar kicked him in the face and knocked him to the ground.

"Stop talking nonsense in front of me."

Rhaegar frowned slightly, led Rhaenyra forward, and stepped directly over the mushroom.

"Rhaegar, the mushrooms mean well."

Rhaenyra couldn't bear to see the mushrooms fluttering with their hands and feet being stepped on.

Rhaegar frowned and said, "If he hadn't been able to entertain you and father, he would have been transported to the dragon's cave with the cattle and sheep to feed the dragon."

He didn't like jesters, let alone noisy dwarfs.

This kind of character only flatters and makes trouble.

Relying on his natural weakness, he wanders among the powerful and has no bottom line.

He knew the story of this mushroom, gathered information, and spread rumors everywhere.

Do it for fun and attract others' attention.

Rhaenyra couldn't defeat him, so she had to ask someone to take the mushroom down.

It was getting late, and Viserys sent someone to notify Allison to prepare a reception feast for his children.

…

At night.

The king's chamber.

Viserys sat on the edge of the bed and took off his shirt with difficulty.

Without the cover of his clothes, the wounds on his body were clearly exposed.

Shoulders, waist, arms...

New injuries followed old ones, a total of more than a dozen wounds of varying degrees.

Some were dripping with blood from recent cuts.

Some become inflamed and pus leaks, and some even begin to rot and stink.

"Hey~ The wounds on my body are very embarrassing, aren't they?"

When his clothes scratched the wound, Viserys grinned in pain and asked in embarrassment.

Rhaegar stood behind him, silent.

Looking at his father's body covered with wounds, Rhaegar's lips and teeth were slightly open. There were thousands of words in his heart, but they were stuck in his throat and he couldn't say a word.

When he was young, his father was cut by the Iron Throne and lost two fingers.

After so many years, his father never mentioned the wound in front of him and kept it secretive.

Rhaegar thought about his father being covered in wounds.

But with the facts before him, he still couldn't keep calm and forced a smile.

"No, you have endured the pain for many years and are the toughest warrior."

Reaching out to touch his father's rough, loose skin, Rhaegar praised him with a smile in his voice.

Viserys shook his head and laughed: "Don't lie to me, I know my wounds best. They are ugly and disgusting."

He knew this when he faced Alisson.

Even though his wife didn't say anything, he could still feel feelings of resistance and rejection.

Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been able to exercise for so long, and the hole would be dry.

Rega suppressed his smile, sat next to his father, and said solemnly: "I will help you treat your injuries and get you back to health."

He stretched out his right hand and chanted the "Reversal" spell, and black smoke billowed out.

"Hiss..."

The Ouroboros crawled out of the black smoke and crawled into Viserys's wound.

Compared to a few days ago, the Ouroboros was slightly larger and more slender.

Black smoke came out of the wounds on Viserys's back. The most serious wound was a wound next to his spine. There was rotting flesh and a foul smell.

Ouroboros was the first to eat the black smoke from this wound.

Time passed bit by bit, and most of the black smoke was eliminated, leaving only a trace.

The Ouroboros gnawed away, and this wisp of black smoke was like a tarsal maggot, unwavering.

"Hiss..."

The Ouroboros got out of the wound, twisted its body, and got into another wound.

"what happened?"

Rhaegar's eyes widened, staring at the wound where the black smoke had not been removed.

The slough of the wound has disappeared, and bright red granulation has grown, which is constantly healing and regenerating.

In the blink of an eye, it returned to the appearance of the fresh cut, leaving only a delicate blood mark.

But a trail of black smoke and blood remained on Viserys' back.

Viserys closed his eyes comfortably and asked in confusion: "What's wrong, Rhaegar?"

He felt the pain lessened a lot and his whole body felt lighter.

Rega's eyes flickered and hesitantly said: "There is a little trouble, father."

There was no sign of the black smoke being cleared away as Ouroboros treated his injuries.

The ouroboros is still eating the black smoke.

One wound after another, from severe to light, he treated more than a dozen wounds in succession.

The strange thing is that no matter how serious the injury is, there is still a wisp of black smoke left on the wound.

The wound has not fully recovered, leaving only the original cut.