Chapter 396 Helena's Prophecy

Seven days later.

It was midday, and the sun was shining brightly.

The scorching light shone down, adding a bit of sultry heat to the already humid King's Landing.

Dragon's lair, inside.

"Hiss..."

"Hiss!"

In the dim environment, two unrestrained young dragons soared up and down, like two flashes of light colliding.

One dragon was larger, with cobalt blue scales all over its body, and orange-red scales extending from its lower jaw to its abdomen, gorgeous and elegant.

The other dragon was only half the size of its opponent.

The whole body was covered with silver-white scales, with golden vertical pupils, and the dragon head was majestic and ferocious.

It was Teselion and the young dragon Blizzard raised in the dragon's lair.

"Hiss..."

Teselion moved nimbly, flapping his blue wings to fly high, and spraying cobalt blue and orange dragon flames from his mouth.

Puff!

Blizzard was very brave, facing the dragon flames and rising upward, and the silver-white scales were burned with strands of charred black.

"Hiss..."

As the distance shortened, Blizzard instantly pounced in front of his opponent, opened his newly formed dragon mouth and bit him.

Tesserian aroused his ferocity, strangled Blizzard's neck with one dragon claw, and sprayed dragon flames at the dragon head.

The gorgeous dragon flames burned fiercely and rushed down all at once.

Blizzard screamed in shock, his golden vertical pupils closed tightly, and he stubbornly withstood the blow.

Within a few breaths, the dragon head was burned with a charred color, and a pair of gray-white dragon horns that bent backwards turned black.

The fight has not stopped yet!

"Hiss..."

Blizzard flapped his wings unyieldingly, and in panic, he aimed his dragon mouth at Tesserian's dragon head.

His throat surged up and down, and a mouthful of silver-white dragon flames flew out like snowflakes.

Boom!

Tesserian was careless and underestimated the enemy. The dragon flame hit the open dragon mouth, and he screamed in pain.

Blizzard seized the opportunity and bit the opponent's hind legs that were locked around his neck, his fangs piercing the cobalt blue scales that were as hard as iron.

Crack!

The scales shattered, and Tesserion released his claws in pain.

Blizzard regained his freedom and quickly left the battlefield in midair.

"Hiss!"

Tesserion was really angry, and he stabilized his body and planned to chase.

At this moment, a hearty and loud shout suddenly rang out.

"Stop the war!"

The voice seemed to contain magic, and Tesserion paused, and his anger melted away like spring snow.

On the black stone slab, Rhaegar looked up, holding an ancient sheepskin book.

"Hiss..."

Tesserion glanced at him, reluctantly gave up the fight, and retreated to the dragon pit in the corner to recuperate.

On the other hand, Blizzard landed carelessly on the ground, spreading a pair of silver wings to show his handsome appearance.

"Haha, it's really ferocious."

Seeing this scene, Rhaegar smiled and turned over the sheepskin ancient book to compare the contents.

The ancient book is a precious document collected by Rees, which records some descriptions of the Dragon King family.

Among them are about the effects of raising young dragons and fighting against each other.

In the dragon cave, Tesserion has entered sub-adulthood, and his body size of 30 feet is comparable to that of a giant elephant.

Blizzard is too young, just the size of an ordinary horse, and can barely exert a certain combat power.

The two dragons started fighting, and Tesserion obviously had the advantage and fought handy.

Blizzard was like a newborn calf who was not afraid of a tiger, and bit the opponent with his unwillingness to admit defeat.

Rhaegar read the page for a while, and heard footsteps.

"Hiss..."

First there was a sharp neigh.

Thrax's huge dragon head looked back and forth, flapping its misty gray wings and flying in the air.

Its slender hind legs were shackled and controlled by a dragon tamer with a vicissitudes of life.

The young dragon had a fiery temper and was restless.

If it was not controlled by the chains, it would fly around randomly and spit dragon flames at all living things in front of it.

Rhaegar closed the ancient book, looked at the gorgeous Blizzard and the grotesque Thrax, and the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously.

"These are all precious family resources."

Rhaenyra was pregnant with twins, and she had just selected two dragon eggs in advance.

However, the hatching of dragon eggs depends too much on probability and is not certain.

Of course, with the purity of Rhaegar's bloodline when Rhaegar made Rhaenyra pregnant, the talents of the two children must be good.

It is possible that the young dragons will hatch soon.

Under this premise, if the children's dragon eggs have an accident, Blizzard and Thrax will be the first choice for dragon taming.

When the dragon keeper approached, Rhaegar said, "Take good care of the two young dragons and keep an eye on Tesserion."

Speaking High Valyrian, he had the grace to say a forbidden spell.

The language is the same and the pronunciation is similar.

Since the bloodline has transformed into a dragonborn, some of the transcendent attitudes have changed unconsciously.

"I will obey!"

The dragon keeper nodded solemnly.

In addition to this old dragon keeper, there are some young dragon keeper of the new generation in the dragon cave.

When Rhaegar turned around, he found a familiar face in the corner.

Tristan Weishui.

At this time, the dragon cut off his silver-golden curly hair and shaved it into the uniform crew cut of the dragon keeper.

He was wearing coarse linen clothes, holding a bamboo stick, and his eyes were very determined.

Rhaegar asked: "How is Trystane integrating?"

"Very hard-working and talented." The dragon keeper answered truthfully.

Rhaegar nodded and stopped asking.

After the battle of Lys, Trystane presented the dragon egg that hatched Thrax, which can be said to be a great achievement.

In terms of merit, he should be knighted.

It seems that he didn't notice Trystane's movements and detained him in the attic for too long, which stimulated him.

When they met again, the other party shaved his head and swore to become a "dragon keeper" voluntarily.

Dragon keeper is not an ancient profession, and its founder is "Black Bride" Rhaena Targaryen.

Rhaena lost Dreamfyre's three dragon eggs, and formed the first group of dragon keeper out of self-blame.

Not everyone can be a dragon handler. They are basically Targaryen bastards from many generations.

Bastards have Valyrian blood and are good at learning the common dragon-handling language composed of high Valyrian language to reduce the bad temper of dragons.

This is also the reason why dragon handlers shave their heads to cover up their former identities.

Trystane did this probably because he was afraid of being silenced and offered his loyalty completely.

Rhaegar didn't care much about this.

But he would reward those who have made contributions. He brought Trystane's daughter to the Red Castle and placed her next to Helena as a female companion.

When she grows up, he will choose a young and promising adult to marry her.

It is considered a blessing for the children.

...

After leaving the dragon cave, Rhaegar took the wheel to the mud gate.

When the dragon cave door was closed, there were several loud and sharp roars.

Rhaegar smiled and continued to study the contents of the ancient book.

The wheel was not slow. It walked down from the Rhaenys Hill and passed through the bustling Silk Street.

With the arrival of Girls' Day, noble lords from all over the country gathered in King's Landing to inject fresh blood into this magnificent city.

Rhaegar glanced out the window. The doors of the brothels were crowded with people, and the beautiful figures of the young women were twisting.

Whether it was the adults in luxurious clothes or the downtrodden proletarian knights, they emptied their wallets to get in.

"Brothels are really profitable businesses. It's a pity not to increase taxes."

Rhaegar whispered softly, his eyes shining.

The characteristics of Rees are the characteristics. Brothels are everywhere, and all kinds of sex workers are in various forms.

He can't change people's yearning for brothels.

This is human nature and cannot be suppressed.

At the same time, in this world, many women, including beautiful men, are proletarians and can only survive by selling their bodies.

It can't be stopped.

But it can be controlled!

Creak...

The wheel palace passed through Silk Street and went straight to the Mud Gate along a wide and prosperous street.

Along the way, Rhaegar looked out from time to time to observe the lives of the people in King's Landing.

The most common types of people are three kinds of people.

Nobles who spend money on pleasure, merchants in various shops, and civilians who live cautiously.

"I can hardly see any craftsmen..."

Rhaegar's thoughts drifted away, and he analyzed the various professions more thoroughly.

In a city-state alone, merchants and craftsmen are the mainstream.

Thinking about it, time slowly passed.

The wheelhouse arrived at the Mud Gate. Laborers were moving and carrying things on the dock, and many ships were moored on the sea.

Most of these were nobles who came from all over to participate in the Maiden's Festival, and some cargo ships after the waterway was opened.

Tormund, dressed in a black and white robe, stopped at the dock and was very conspicuous.

Rhaegar called him over and asked about the assigned tasks.

Tormund: "Five hundred naturalized craftsmen were sent on board the ship and are already heading to Lys."

"Otto is very efficient." Rhaegar agreed.

Lys and Myr urgently need all kinds of craftsmen, so it's a good opportunity to issue craftsmen.

…

Red Castle.

A large number of nobles poured in, bringing their children with them.

The banquet hall, the castle forecourt, and the Godwood Forest, the three places for entertaining guests, were all crowded with people.

The weather was hot, and the servants brought barrels of wine and dug out ice cubes stored in the ice cellar.

Even so, the nobles were crowded and sweating profusely.

This kind of heat stimulated the enthusiasm of the nobles, and they drank and sang like crazy.

Allison was busy entertaining guests from all over the world.

In the busyness, sweat wet his back, and he changed his clothes with a forced smile.

…

The Queen's bedroom.

"Green spool... black spool... entangled..."

The girl whispered softly, and her voice was ethereal and real.

In the bedroom, the four walls were painted with murals of men and women having sex, and a soft Rees felt was placed in the center of the room.

Three little girls with silvery blonde hair sat in a circle, kneeling on the felt and playing.

Helena lowered her head, calmly playing with two spools of thread.

Beside her, two other little girls, one big and one small, remained quiet, not daring to disturb His Highness in this state.

The older girl had milky white skin, and was Volantis's illegitimate daughter, Laila.

The younger one was only about 7 or 8 years old, and was Trystane's daughter, Jasmine.

Snap --

Suddenly, Helena clasped her hands together and pressed the two spools of tangled thread onto the felt.

Jasmine shuddered, and her chubby face turned pale.

"Hush!"

Helena shushed her, her eyes solemn: "If he wants a city, he has to pay a price."

Laila and Jasmine frowned at the same time, wondering what their highness was talking about.

They had not been in contact for a long time, but the highness always said something inexplicable.

Creak --

The door opened from the outside, and Allison, with a red face, walked in quickly.

"Your Majesty the Queen..."

The two girls hurriedly stood up and saluted.

"It's you."

Alison looked at his indifferent daughter with a proud look on his face, and said helplessly: "You go out first, I'll chat with Helena."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The two little girls packed up their messy toys and went out obediently.

Until then, Helena still kept her head down, as if she didn't pay any attention to the outside world.