Chapter 619: Blue Queen's Cub

His teacher is useless!

"No, it's a friendly guest."

Tailan smiled and found a lame excuse.

"Hmm~"

Meka snorted and looked sideways at the silver-haired girl in the distance.

A Valyrian who becomes Queen of Meereen and ruler of Slaver's Bay?

Sure enough, there was something wrong with the teacher's teachings, and the down-and-out Valyrian could stand on his own and claim to be king again and again.

"My noble prince, what is your name?"

Elena took a step forward and looked at the little boy riding the dragon with burning eyes.

A child of seven or eight years old.

She has transparent platinum shawl hair that is white in the sun, gloomy blue to purple eyes, and a fair and cute face.

Meka glanced at the nearby slave soldiers and said calmly: "Before asking others, you should first tell yourself where you are."

As he spoke, he quietly waved to Tailan.

"Oh." Tai Lan nodded as if he was talking, and climbed up the rope ladder using his hands and feet.

Irena didn't stop her when she saw it. After saying her name, she asked: "Targaryen's younger brother, can you tell me this time?"

The only boy who can control the dragon is Targaryen from the Western Continent.

There were also close contacts between the two families.

"Maekar Targaryen."

Maekar held his head high and said seriously: "The third son of Rhaegar I of Targaryen and the trainee prince of Volantis."

"Prince?"

Irena was confused.

"Yes." Meka nodded: "Your slave ship has affected my city-state."

Among the brothers and sisters, except for the eldest brother Baerron, who was the crown prince, he was established as the Prince of Dragonstone.

Only he holds the title of Prince far away in Volantis.

Although you have to wear a trainee prefix, you can officially succeed to the throne when you reach adulthood.

When Elena heard this, her eyes became brighter and she continued to approach: "I entertained your teacher, can you please honor me and have a banquet together?"

A healthy boy with the blood of the Dragon King, a majestic and domineering sub-adult dragon.

It's as attractive as ecstasy.

"No!" Meka refused directly and frowned: "My mother told me to stay away from bad women."

Do you think he is a fool like the teacher?

The woman looked at his eyes and wanted to cut out a piece of flesh, which might damage her innocence.

"You can stay. I promise with my life and family honor that I will never have the slightest ill will towards you."

Elena raised her hands and swore.

"Save it."

Mekar pulled up the saddle rope and warned: "I will not listen to any coaxing from you, just like your fake surname."

Dai Anlijia is a long-standing dragon king bloodline, which has long been destroyed in the doomsday catastrophe.

"I sincerely hope you can stay as a guest!"

Elena rolled her eyes and added: "I admire your father very much, and I can also invite him to Meereen."

After hearing about his father, Meka's face darkened slightly: "You don't want him to come."

"Maybe I can go to King's Landing to meet him?"

Irena was full of aura and said calmly: "Your family and I share similar blood, and we are both Dragon Kings of Ancient Valyria."

She has no dragons and no family.

My great-grandmother died on the way and never got out of the smoke that haunted her life.

But she sits on Slaver's Bay, and combined with the Good Lord and Wise Lord of the other two cities, she has the ability to deal with war.

A female dragon king who has no competitive threat but possesses considerable strength. The Targaryen king should not be so petty that he must be eliminated.

Re-establishing an alliance between the two parties is the best choice for the descendants of Ancient Valyria.

Meka's face wrinkled into a frown, and he hesitated: "You still don't want to give up."

Was this because he was relying on him, and he had to ask his father to propose?

But regardless of whether the other party's bloodline is true or false, he doesn't like older girls.

This was one of the few differences between him and his father.

"You can understand it that way, but I'm not that cheap."

Elena puffed up her humble chest, feeling proud of herself: "I want to see your father, he owes me the sheep."

Snap!

Meka took out a handful of golden dragons and threw them out, saying bluntly: "He doesn't owe anyone, you old woman."

After saying that, he lightly patted his silver-gray scales, signaling the dragon to take off.

"Hiss!"

Slax roared with his head raised, his broad wings spread out gorgeously, and he kicked off his hind legs to fly into the air.

With Tyran's panicked scream, the giant beast flew across the black smoke billowing from Meereen.

Faintly, the city-state echoed with dragon roars.

…

Across the strait.

Chaotou Island, Chuanhui Town.

The sea snake walked alone by the dock, scanning the working shipwrights and sailors with a pair of tiger eyes.

Prick, prick, prick...

A figure with short silver hair sat cross-legged, sharpening an ax blade with a whetstone.

"Adam." The sea snake came closer and called to the handsome young man dressed as a shipwright.

Adam raised his head and looked at the sea snake in surprise: "Sir, why are you here?"

"Come around, the kingdom needs our ship."

The sea snake looked calm and mentioned: "Your brother Aelin has joined my fleet. He is more suitable to be a sailor than you."

Adam's eyes dimmed and he forced a smile: "He is a great young man who works hard and never complains. He is much better than my brother who has to overcome seasickness every time he goes to sea."

As he spoke, he continued to sharpen the ax blade, and occasionally chopped wooden boards to test whether it was sharp enough.

Four years ago, he led his army back to Howl, against the orders of Aemond the One-Eyed.

Afterwards, he was spoken to by Collis alone and all positions and qualifications as a sailor were revoked.

His status plummeted, and he returned to his old job as a shipwright.

The sea snake saw his loneliness in his eyes, turned around and left without saying a word.

Adam bit his lower lip and looked stubbornly at the other person's back.

"Right."

Sea Snake suddenly turned around and thought: "There will still be wars in the kingdom. If you do your job well in the shipyard, the heroes will not be afraid that they will be useless."

Immediately, regardless of whether the other party understood or not, he turned around and left completely.

Adam was stunned on the spot, and Monk Zhang Er was confused.

"Shipyard?"

His maternal grandfather was an old shipwright, his mother was the captain of a sailboat, and he inherited the shipyard.

There are many similar wealthy families on Chaotou Island, who rely entirely on the sea and craftsmanship for their meals.

Adam was confused for a while, and suddenly he remembered the sail drawing that he couldn't understand at all.

It seems to have been given to Yasha's wizard to study and included in the absolute secret.

…

Next night, Climax City.

A giant dragon as black as charcoal lay in the forecourt of the castle, devouring the goats fed by the guards.

"The news came from Qohor that Daemon and Aemond burned Loras and forced the Four Cities to retreat."

"Loras is just a barren city-state."

"Norvos is also barren, but it can also influence the situation of the battle."

Bai Maggot Xiaomei stood in front of the window and recounted everything.

Rega sat on the driftwood throne in the Nine-bill Hall, rubbing his eyebrows with a headache.

Only when you become a king do you know the difficulties faced by thousands of people.

Qohor is at war, the remnants of the Three Women's Kingdom have returned, and a new ruler has appeared out of thin air in Slaver's Bay...

No wonder the successive kings did not want to expand the territory, and the most highly regarded King Renrui only wanted to stabilize and strengthen his rule.

The territory of the dynasty expanded and there were enemies on all sides.

"Ha~~"

Rhaegar breathed a sigh of relief and sighed softly: "The Freehold Empire has a thousand dragons and rules the Valyrian Peninsula and the eastern continent of Essos."

"If I swallowed both sides of the Strait in one go, would it be too much for my appetite?"

To be honest, seeing the difficulty of the Four Cities Alliance formed by Bluffs and Pentos, he had already thought of capturing two city-states.

Excluding the second of the nine free trade city-states, only Norvos and Loras, who are weak in strength and politics, are left.

One is not a freeze-free port, and the other does not even have a port.

Together they are a strong bone, and apart they are two rotten stones.

The pressure you face will be reduced a lot.

"Your Majesty, I advise you not to do this."

Bai Maggot Xiaomei leaned against the window sill and analyzed rationally: "All major banks around the world owe money to the Iron Bank. We cannot be enemies of the whole world."

To put it more bluntly.

Looking at the entire continent of Westeros, more than half of the noble families borrow or even owe money from the Iron Bank.

When the king leads the army to fight, the major lords will not work hard and will hinder him behind his back.

This is the inevitability of politics, which complicates and cobwebs things.

The Free Fortress Empire once intended to attack Bluffs, but because of the courage of the Iron Bank and the then Sea King, it gave up the plan and chose to form an alliance with it.

After all, Bluffs has a special location.

There is no cultivated soil, and the islands and fog form a natural barrier.

Beating it down has little effect and is not proportional to the price paid.

Rhaegar clicked his tongue, his head aching more and more as he spoke.

Including the Iron Islands and the Basilisk Islands, their geography is very harsh and there is no value in attacking them.

But the people on those islands are the most capable of causing trouble.

"But there is good news."

Bai Maggot Xiaomei pursed her lips and smiled: "Daemon and Aemond returned to the court, and Lord Tyran also returned safely from Slaver's Bay."

These are news from half a month ago.

The king returned from Dorne in a hurry to dispatch his fleet to prepare for the attack on Slaver's Bay.

Fortunately, there were no signs of war.

As they chatted, Rhaenys held a boy with short silver-gold hair in her arms, her face full of joy: "Rhaegar, come with me to the dragon's lair."

"What's the matter, aunt?"

Rhaegar stood up in confusion.

…

The former site of Climax City, temporary dragon lair.

"Hiss!"

A giant blue dragon twenty meters long roared loudly and flapped a pair of silver-white dragon wings.

"Quiet, stormy clouds."

The two elderly dragon men shouted loudly and beat their bamboo sticks to force them back.

Boom——

As soon as the former retracted into the corner, a huge dragon with cobalt blue scales all over its body, its claws, lower jaw, and belly the color of copper foil climbed out. Its majestic figure was as high as a hill.

"Tesserion."

Daeron and Rhaena joined hands and stood in front of the elegant dragon.

"Roaring..."

Theselion is more than thirty meters long and still has a noble temperament like a little princess.

A female dragon walked out of the darkness, holding a slender chain in her hand.

A dark yellow dragon claw was tied to the chain, rattling around.

"Hiss~~"

A young dragon with earthy yellow scales all over its body and fine horns on its forehead flapped its wings and its scarlet vertical pupils swirled around.

The female dragon man had a deep voice, soothing the restless young dragon, and walked towards the long-awaited Daeron: "Prince, this is the first offspring of your dragon."

"I never expected that Tesserion would be able to hatch a baby dragon so quickly."

Darren was so happy that he reached out and tried to take the baby dragon.

Dragons have no gender, and those who lay eggs are usually considered female dragons.

Shortly after Tesserion came of age, he laid a clutch of five dragon eggs, one of which broke for the first time.

"Hiss~~"

The khaki baby dragon screamed sharply, projecting a mouthful of yellow flames towards the big hand coming towards him.

Darren was startled and quickly retracted his hand.

Raena's eyes widened, holding a little boy with silver hair and purple eyes in her hand, encouraging: "Inar, look how fierce this young dragon is, do you like it?"

The little boy was small, only about three or four years old.

A closer look revealed that his eyebrows and eyes were seven points similar to Daemon, and a trace of immature banditry was hidden under his timid expression.

"It's a bit ugly."

Inar's skin was as pale as his mother's, and a trace of seriousness appeared in his purple eyes.

On his back, he carried an exquisite basket.

It contained a blood-red dragon egg with spiral patterns.