Chapter 604 Viserys: How Bitter!

The next day, early morning.

Dragonstone.

A giant dragon as black as charcoal flew across the throat and landed at the end of the long stone bridge.

Bang!

Rhaegar slid down the dragon's back, feeling a little weak under his feet.

The consequences of recklessly using the Dragon Horn were not entirely to blame, but Rhaenyra was also partly to blame.

"Yawn~"

With a pair of dark circles under his eyes, Rhaegar said melancholy: "The female dragon is becoming more and more difficult to serve."

I didn't sleep all night and had to get up early to rush back to Dragonstone.

If this continues, it will be difficult to live to be a hundred years old.

"Hiss!"

Dragon roars echoed in the air, and a huge scarlet dragon flew out of the clouds and mist as fast as lightning.

Melias stared at the dragon-eating species warily, folded her wings and landed in the distance.

"Rhaega, it's really you!"

Rhaenys looked surprised and jumped off the dragon's back.

"Roaring..."

Melias roared, lowered his dragon body and got ready for battle.

Rhaenys was stunned for a moment, suddenly noticing the dark dragon staring in the distance.

The Glutton is special in nature, and is larger than the largest and oldest Vhagar in the past.

Looking at it again this time, it seems to be a bit bigger.

Standing at one end of the long stone staircase bridge, it is almost on par with the Stone Drum Tower.

Melias stood on the opposite side, not even half as good as the opponent.

While in a daze, Rhaegar walked closer and said hello: "I'm back, aunt."

"Just come back."

Rhaenys couldn't move her eyes away and said in surprise: "Your dragon is much bigger."

Could it be that there are still wild dragons in the sea of ​​smoke, and they encountered the poisonous mouth of a glutton.

Rhaegar chuckled and said, "There are some opportunities."

The fire concentrate excavated under the Fire Peak was entrusted to the sea snake to be transported back to Dragonstone Island.

Then it will be buried deep in the Dragon Mountain and fed to the dragon carefully.

"You didn't have breakfast? Come with me."

Rhaenys didn't ask any further questions and pulled her nephew towards the Stone Drum Tower.

The climate in Westeros is quite different from that on the other side of the Narrow Sea, and it starts to get cooler in October.

Eat some mutton in the morning to keep your body warm throughout the day.

…

Stone Drum Tower.

Several side dishes were placed on the table, and the waiter heated a glass of hot milk.

Rhaegar ate happily, savoring the aroma of the roasted mutton.

Aunt Rhaenys still knows how to eat. She is worthy of being the matron of the richest family in the Seven Kingdoms.

"How is the situation? Is the smoke in the sea dangerous?"

Rhaenys took a sip of the fruit wine and asked impatiently.

"Everything goes well, Lord Collis has also gained a lot."

Rhaegar understood what the other party was worried about and answered affirmatively.

Rhaenys felt a huge stone fall in her heart.

Rhaegar drank up the milk in one gulp, wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin, and asked, "On the way here, there were many sunken ships outside the throat."

There are signs of burning.

Rhaenys did not hide anything, and said bluntly: "That was Pentos' ship, which Daeron burned while riding Theselion."

There is also a part sunk in Crab Cove, but that is Braavos' ship.

The brothers acted decisively and achieved quite a victory.

"I see."

Rega nodded and stood up: "Aunt, I have to go."

"But you just finished your meal."

Rhaenys frowned.

"It's okay, I have something important to do and I have to rush back to King's Landing."

Rhaegar said and walked out.

Boom——

The castle door opened, and a figure walked in hurriedly.

Rhaegar saw it and asked doubtfully: "Sir Alfred, are you okay?"

"There are some, Your Majesty."

Alfred is a tall, middle-aged man who served on Dragonstone when he was young, and his seniority is scary.

As we age, our hair and temples turn gray, and wrinkles accumulate at the corners of our eyes.

At first glance, he looks like a very serious knight.

Alfred stepped forward quickly, adjusted his uneven breathing, and reported: "Your Majesty, Adam from Hull Town has led the army to retreat to Tidehead Island. The throat cannot be patrolled without a fleet. I apply for the appointment of the Royal Fleet."

Rega turned his head, not knowing why: "Adam has returned to Tidal Head Island?"

In my mind, he was a nice young man.

Rhaenys glanced at Alfred and said bluntly: "Aemond wanted to pursue the victory, but the two city-states have announced their surrender, and Adam refused Aemond's order."

War is very complicated, and one action affects the whole body.

The opponent did not take the initiative to attack, but provoked within the narrow sea.

Eamond took the initiative and it was not easy to argue about right and wrong.

But chasing them across the Narrow Sea to retaliate is already within the scope of a full-scale war.

Adam was more sensible, heeded the warnings of Rhaenyra and Rhaenys, and objected forcefully.

Aemond's threats and inducements failed to shake his determination.

"He's quite a tough guy, isn't he?"

Rhaegar chuckled, taking Adam's senses to the next level.

It is difficult for a minister who is loyal to the king not to be liked.

"Your Majesty, what do you think?"

Alfred looked serious and wanted to show off his skills.

Rhaegar suppressed his smile and said in surprise: "Sir, when the Velaryon fleet went to war, why didn't you lead the royal fleet?"

Alfred was stunned when he heard this, and said: "You were not here at the time, so I couldn't ask for your orders."

"Furthermore, an unauthorized armed attack on the Free Trade City's fleet will result in heavy losses."

This was highlighted by the Velaryon fleet led by Adam.

There are too many enemies, and the dragon cannot burn them all in a short time.

If you want to win, you must have a fleet to open up the situation.

"Okay, okay, you don't need to say anything."

Rega raised his hand to interrupt and sighed: "I understand your mood, but the Royal Fleet is not easy to move lightly. You should strengthen patrols."

"But, Your Majesty..."

Alfred still wanted to fight for it, but was slapped on the back of his head.

Rhaegar strode away without wanting to pay any attention to him.

I won't do it in head-to-head situations, and I plan to take credit after the war.

He is also an old man.

…

Lei Jia walked out of the Stone Drum Tower, and the warm sunshine shone on his face.

He raised his hand to cover the light and sighed secretly.

He had not been in contact with Ser Alfred for long, and he had been loyal to Rhaenyra as the princess of Dragonstone most of the time.

Because he wanted to improve, Alfred dangled in front of his eyes every chance he got.

Rhaegar raised his eyebrows, feeling as if he had seen the exact same face somewhere.

"Where did it come from?"

Maybe it was in a dream I had long ago.

Unable to figure it out, Rhaegar stopped worrying.

…

Longshan, at the foot of the mountain.

The glutton lay on the ground and flicked the dragon's tail in boredom.

Tap tap tap...

Familiar footsteps sounded, and he opened his green vertical pupils.

Rhaegar walked out into the sunshine, holding a black dragon egg in his arms.

"Hiss...hiss..."

A dozen or so rough-dressed dragon-men followed behind, using chains to tie three ugly young dragons with mottled green and white stripes.

The elder of the Huanlong people had bloodstains on his face and said solemnly: "Your Majesty, the long-winged dragon cannot be kept in Longshan, otherwise it will disturb the giant dragon."

"Hiss..."

The ugly baby dragon screamed harshly and tried to bite people.

Rega waved his hand and understood: "Lock them all up and raise them with the cheapest fish meat."

The long-winged dragon is a ferocious beast with no intelligence.

Originally, a nest of dragon eggs was brought back from Sothros as a preliminary ration.

Once they hatch, try to raise them.

Daily losses should not be too large. After all, the consumption of dragons in the family is already an astronomical figure.

Eat some fish and you can grow taller.

The elder of the Huanlong people nodded vigorously and said gratefully: "I will live up to my trust."

Afterwards, he waved his hands to other Huanlong people to drag the Longpterosaur away, and beat the head with a bamboo stick to intimidate him.

Otherwise, you may get bitten if you are not careful.

Rhaegar watched for a moment, then climbed up onto the glutton's back.

The hatching of the long-winged dragon egg can be considered a small surprise.

If the development goes well, the dragon's rations can be solved.

If it could be tamed, it would be a ferocious beast on the battlefield.

…

At noon.

Gluttony flew back to King's Landing, circled twice in the sky, and was greeted by the cheers of the people in the city.

Because of the throat blockade, many people became aware of the war.

The King's return from across the Narrow Sea was undoubtedly a shot in the arm.

"Hiss-"

The glutton roared one last time and landed in front of the dragon's lair.

Not long after, a painted white wheel palace drove by.

…

The Red Fort, the king's palace.

"Ha~ha~~"

Viserys' face was sallow and he lay panting on the bed.

"Now that we have the medicine, how long will it take for it to be cured?"

Rhaegar sat by the bed and wiped the sweat from his father's forehead.

Grand Bachelor Orwell and Bachelor Mu Kun stood aside, one grinding the juice of the Resurrection Orchid, the other holding a book to examine.

Maester Mukun frowned while looking at it, and said hesitantly: "The herbs will definitely be useful, but Viserys's spirit drags down his body, and it will take a long time to recover."

Frankly speaking, the old king is over fifty.

In the relatively backward continent of Westeros, it is impossible to be in good health.

Rega understood what he heard and said rationally: "I don't force it, but I want to make sure that my father can return to a normal life."

At least it can't be like now, where I can't even sleep peacefully.

"That's no problem."

Bachelor Mu Kun is very confident.

Orvel ground the juice, mixed it with the medicinal powder he had prepared in advance, and brought it to the bed: "I'll feed your majesty to drink."

"Hard."

Rhaegar helped his father up and parted his trembling lips.

Ovel shook his head and fed the medicine without complaint.

He is perhaps not the most knowledgeable of the group of maesters.

A closer comparison shows that Bachelor Mu Kun's knowledge is broader than his.

Orville is a loyal person who just wants to complete the job at hand with due diligence.

"Gudonggudong~~"

Viserys drank the bitter decoction, his frown turned into knots, and he murmured: "I won't drink it anymore, it's too bitter."

"Just drink it, the kingdom still needs you."

Rega took the sugar water from Orvel and fed his father some more.

It seems that the sweetness masks the sourness and bitterness, or the voice of the eldest son is heard.

Viserys frowned, lying in his solid arms, breathing heavily.

"Let's go out first."

Rhaegar put down his father and called to the two maesters.

Five pearls of fresh and ripe Resurrection Orchid are more than enough to cure mental damage.

Next, just give it time.

…

Solve a hidden worry in your heart, and the depression that has been accumulated for many years is dissipated.

Rhaegar walked to the princess's bedroom.

Boom, boom, boom!

Knocking on the door, a response came quickly from inside.

"Brother, come in."

Rhaegar smiled slightly and stretched out his hand to open the door.

"You're finally back."

Helena sat on her knees on the carpet, a smile on her fair face.

There is no makeup on her beautiful face, and her silver hair falls down on her cheeks, making her even more charming and eye-catching.

"I brought a gift."

Rhaegar tilted his head and shook the black dragon egg in his hand.