Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon

"Lord Ulwin, be careful what you say!" Sir Alan Bisbury, who was at the same table as the voice, patted the table. He is the grandson of Lord Linman Beesbury, Lord Chancellor of the Exchequer, and heir to the Beehive City.

"This is treasonous remarks. You should be glad that this is not His Majesty the King's throne room, Ulwin." The strong Earl Thaddeus Rowan also warned. "The Prince and Prince have arrived. You should be glad they are still far away."

"What I said is the truth." Urwin Peak glanced at Longzel and Jakaris who had just stepped into the banquet camp and were still some distance away. "Don't you ride on top of a woman when you sleep with her?"

"Shut up!" Count Thaddeus resisted the urge to throw wine into Urwin's face. Does this idiot ignore the occasion? Did he think it would be okay if he was far away? "Seven levels of hell. If you want to die, find a place to wipe your neck. Don't hurt us."

"Hmph." Earl Urwin snorted coldly and glanced at the entrance of the camp again. Sir Mond and Duke Loras had already walked up to the prince and prince. Ser Mond raised his glass. "Welcome to you, Prince Ronzel. Your exploits in Dorne have made the whole kingdom rejoice. From Oldtown to Winterfell, your songs have been sung. And you, Prince Jakaris, please take my place. Say hello to Her Royal Highness."

Long Zell smiled and nodded. Jakaris picked up a glass of Qingting Island's golden wine from the waiter holding the wine tray and handed it to Longzel.

"Duke Loras, thank you for such a grand reception, Sir Mond, and thank you for coming." Ronzel also raised his glass to greet Duke Loras and Mond.

Mond Hightower motioned for Prince Daeron to step forward without changing his expression. "Prince, let me introduce you. This is Prince Daeron Targaryen, the king's youngest son."

Darren held his chest and bowed slightly. "Cousin Longzell, thank you for the gift you sent earlier." The little prince said excitedly. "The sword you sent is second only to my uncle's Valyrian steel sword 'Alertness'. I used it to cut off the long sword of the towering tower instructor. It is an honor for me to receive such a good gift."

"I look forward to seeing His Highness the Prince's performance in my tournament." Ronzel smiled and clinked his wine glass with Sir Mond. "Of course I have to set an age limit and open a children's playground."

"It's an honor, cousin." Dailan's eyes suddenly lit up, and the nobles who were enjoying food and liquor in the camp also became quiet, and stood up one after another to pay tribute to the prince and prince.

"It seems that the rumors are true." A knight from the Florent family whispered. "I didn't even look at Prince Daeron but Prince Jakaris."

"Be careful." His companion pinched the flesh on his waist. "Drinking your wine, how dare you talk about this kind of thing? You're going to die."

"Okay, okay, drink and drink." The knight felt pain and hurriedly begged for mercy. The same voice also circulated between the long table and the tent, but they were quickly suppressed by almost the same number of cautious voices. No one wanted to provoke the Dragon King's wrath at this time. Although it seems that these dragon kings don't care about this.

"Prince, I didn't expect you to choose Miss Diana." Mond guided Ronzel towards the main seat. "Samantha doesn't know about this yet. I don't know how happy she would be if she found out."

"The Tully family is now the loyal vassal of the family." Long Zell smiled slightly. "Miss Diana is also an outstanding talent. With her help, the construction cost of Summer Hall and Dragon's Nest City was reduced by more than 10%. The results far exceeded my imagination. I am also lucky to marry her."

"Haha." Mond laughed, raised his glass and took a sip of wine. "Then we will be brothers-in-law from now on, Your Highness. If you have any needs, the Hightower family will help you."

Ronzel tilted his head and looked at Mond's eyes. "Sir, I have exactly what I need."

"Please tell me."

"City." Longzell raised his glass, and Mond asked strangely: "Do you need a bachelor? This is not a need. As long as you write a letter to the city, the cardinal will send it to you immediately. Come to the best bachelor." Mond seemed to have thought of something, and he leaned closer and whispered: "If you need it, the Hightower family is willing to come forward for you. Please send a bachelor who is no less than a grand master."

"You misunderstood, Sir." Ronzel took a sip of wine. "Dr. Vesalius, do you know?"

Sir Mond shook his head in confusion. Although he was the heir of the family, he had not yet taken over the family's arrangements in the school city and the church. To be honest, he didn't even know how many doctors the cardinal had.

"He used to be a member of the Cardinal Council of the Academy, and now serves as an advisor to my family." Longzel saw Mond's confusion. "My father once asked him to cultivate a large number of students according to the educational methods of the city. According to the standards of the city, they have all reached the level of bachelor, or at least assistant bachelor. But in Westeros, I respect The tradition here, I hope Dr. Vesalius’s students can be certified by the city.”

"This" Mondt is not stupid, he immediately understood what Longzell meant. Is this to snatch the monopoly of knowledge from the school city? The school city would never allow such a thing to happen, but Mond was suddenly in a dilemma and didn't know how to answer. "I can't make the decision in this matter, I can only help you try my best to mediate."

"It's okay, Sir." Longzell smiled and whispered: "I will ride a dragon to the school city to negotiate with the cardinals later. I believe that the doctors will not watch this kind of thing happen when knowledge is buried. The young man raised his hand and wiped his eyes: "This kind of thing will be cursed by the gods."

Mond didn't know what to say. All he could do was nod his head. He knew this very well. Even if the Hightower family was eager to win over the Varese family, it would be impossible to give up the monopoly of knowledge. The Silver Dragon was posing a problem for the lighthouse.

Duke Loras Tyrell calmly looked at Mondstadt who replaced him, shook the wine glass in his hand, did not speak, but focused on the two princes.

Finally, it was Jakaris who spoke first: "Uncle, long time no see."

"Long time no see, nephew." Prince Daeron kept chanting in his mind, "Polite, polite, polite." He was actually conflicted in his heart. In fact, when they were children, the relationship between the three brothers and the three brothers Jakaris was not bad. , Aegon the Great also once played a trick on Aemond with Jakaris and Lythris. However, things completely deteriorated after Aemond's "eyes for dragons" incident. Originally, Queen Allison and Princess Rhaenyra had a bad relationship and just kept telling the princes that the three Jakaris brothers were bastards. After the incident, Allison broke her skin and continued to instill in her sons the message that they were inherently hostile to the three Jakaris brothers and even Rhaenyra.

In the end, the original playmates turned against each other, their blood lines were broken, blood relatives became hostile to each other, and they never interacted with each other until they died.

Duke Loras nodded with an almost invisible movement and raised his wine glass: "Your Highness, I heard about your bravery when you wiped out the Weir family and captured the stone road."

"Nephew." Prince Daeron also took the light fruit wine from the attendant's plate. "This is a toast to your bravery and strength." Darren paused deliberately and said with a smile.

Jakaris smiled and also took a glass of light fruit wine: "Thank you, uncle, the Dornish people are very ferocious. Even with the prince and the dragon of Great Uncle Valar, we must always be vigilant. Staying strong is the only way for us to win. ." Jakaris raised the cup and said loudly: "To the brave and strong warriors on the battlefield on Jingshi Road, may the Dornish people melt like the snow under the dragon's flames."

"Okay!" The nobles at the long table were stunned for a moment after hearing Jakaris's shout, and then Earl Thaddeus Rowan and Sir Alan Bisbury took the lead in applauding. "To the warriors who slew the Dornishmen." Thaddeus grabbed the wine glass and shouted the same.

Sir Mond also heard these sounds and couldn't help but frowned. Long Zell smiled happily, raised his glass and joined in the toast.

“Here’s to the warriors still fighting on the stone road.”

"To the warriors of the kingdom!" Prince Darren reacted immediately, raised his glass and drank the wine in one gulp. "To Prince Longzel, Prince Valar, and to you, nephews."

"To Prince Longzel! To Prince Valar!"

The continuous sound of toasts suppressed Earl Urwin's mumbling words, so that no one could hear what he was saying.

At the time of the feast in Highgarden.

Stone road to the Varese military camp. Silver Wings slowly landed in the open space of the camp, and Valarr climbed down from the dragon saddle in a daze, looking at Lord Edric Dondarrion and Lord Randyll Cavron in front of him.

"What happened to come to me in such a hurry?" Valar took off his helmet with a confused look.

"Your Highness, you will know after you take a look." Edric smiled wryly and signaled to Amos Fezer on the side that he could bring the person over.

An old man in dirty dark robes walked over tremblingly. He glanced at the huge silver wings with cloudy eyes and almost sat down on the ground, revealing the crest of a skull with a crown on his chest.

"Your Highness, I am Casvald Manwudi, and I come from King Tomb City."

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