Game of Thrones: Dance of the Dragons

The weather in the Sea of ​​Smoke, or more accurately, the ancient Valyrian ruins, is completely different from that of Westeros and Essos.

At least, these two continents still allow for the differentiation of seasons, enabling nobles and commoners to prepare accordingly.

The Sea of ​​Smoke is shrouded in thick fog all day long, and the weather is dark and unusually hot and humid. This heat is a rare treasure for dragons, but not for humans.

……

King's Landing, the Red Keep.

News of the Targaryen's capture of four cities quickly spread, and Viserys was so excited that he didn't sleep for a long time, and the victory celebration lasted for several days and nights.

The people who had fled to King's Landing also found some rare peace and quiet these past few days, loudly proclaiming the greatness of the King and the Crown Prince.

Larry suddenly stood up. "Your Majesty, Lord Otto is extremely foolish in his handling of the people's livelihood. He arranged for the Gold Robes to injure innocent civilians, to the point that the entire King's Landing is filled with the stench of excrement and urine."

"To quell the people's anger, I believe Otto should be dismissed from his post on the spot and allowed to return to his hometown in the old town to live out his remaining years!"

Larry and Otto have never gotten along.

On one hand, the two are respectively the leaders of the Black and Green parties in the eyes of the people.

On the other hand, Otto's constant efforts to secure greater benefits for himself and the Hightoar family during his time in King's Landing, coupled with Queen Allison's influence, contributed to this.

Viserys is easily swayed; at this rate, Aegon's investiture as prince might be even earlier than that of Prince Damon!

Finance Minister Lin Man slowly stood up and said, "Lord Lars's idea is not without reason."

"Failure must be punished; otherwise, how can there be a clear distinction between reward and punishment?"

Linman had already unilaterally chosen sides even before the prince became crown prince.

Moreover, Otto was extremely selfish and self-serving even when he became prime minister, and he wished that the entire council of ministers consisted of his family's confidants.

Viserys knew they had designs on Otto, but the sanitation issues in King's Landing couldn't be left unattended and unmanaged.

Left with no other option, Viserys looked at Prime Minister Leonor beside him and gave him a meaningful look.

Leonor, being the most impartial and knowledgeable about matters of public concern, addressed the crowd.

"Although Lord Otto has made mistakes, everyone has seen the suffering he has endured these past few days."

"Moreover, a highly respected minister is indeed needed in the field of hygiene."

"Otherwise, if King's Landing is still this dirty and chaotic when Princess Senira returns, it won't just be the king who loses face."

Viserys's obsession with dealing with the sanitation situation in King's Landing stemmed primarily from the fact that Princess Senera had previously sent several bastards, an act that was quite a mockery of the Targaryen family.

Now that she has finally agreed to return to her family, Viserys, as a descendant of the king, certainly cannot let his elders laugh at him.

"Otto, I've given you a chance to redeem yourself. Do your best to resolve all these issues as soon as possible!"

"If the same thing happens again, don't blame me for dealing with you using the kingdom's laws!"

"Yes, Your Majesty." Otto visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

At the same time, they are also thinking about how to better manage the sanitation of King's Landing.

……

Sea of ​​smoke.

The closer they got to the center, the denser the fog and steam became, and Baylor and his companions quickly lost their way.

Fortunately, there was an island on the left that stretched as far as the eye could see, where they could rest for a while.

Upon arriving on the island, the two giant dragons lay down to rest, exhausted.

At this time, Baylor opened the map of the Sea of ​​Smoke to check how far they were from the treasure's location.

Damon took a sip of water. "Where are we now?"

"A small island on the left side of the Sea of ​​Smoke. It looks very close to the ancient Valyrian ruins on the map, but I don't recommend going there now."

"Because our goal this time is to find the ruins of this Dragon King family and discover their dragon-taming spells and magical manuals."

"There's no need to provoke a creature even more powerful than Bellerion right now."

Baylor had a very clear plan for his goals.

I came here only to find this; I don't care about or am curious about anything else.

It's not too late to go after the glutton has reached its peak.

"Do you think that's a dragon?"

Damon had seen the recorded events.

Both the face-shaped worm inside Princess Iria and the marks on Bellerion's body are incredibly bizarre.

Baylor shook his head. "These things are not recorded in the Citadel's books."

"Besides, even if I did record some things I didn't know, do you think those old fogies with their rigid thinking would show them to me?"

That being said, Princess Aria's experience piqued Baylor's curiosity, much like asking him to guess what jam to dip her in the next morning.

After chatting for a while, the two ate some bread that had been steamed until soft, looked at the map, and pondered the location of the Dragon King's Ruins.

"Hiss—"

The Glutton and Korachuu suddenly propped themselves up, raised one wing forward, and immediately spewed out flames of different colors from their dragon snouts.

The shadows did decrease, but no frightening screams were emitted.

Upon seeing this, Baylor and Damon stood up almost simultaneously, gripping their own swords with one hand.

"Come back, glutton."

Beile cautiously called back his dragon.

If they are truly magical creatures, at least they have some ability to protect themselves by riding dragons into the sky.

"Excuse me, are you two Dragon Kings from Ancient Valyria?"

From the depths of the thick fog, an old man with a bronze complexion and stiff skin, who looked as if he had gray scales, slowly emerged.

When the old man saw the glutton and Kolachu, he merely glanced at them indifferently and showed no other reaction.

But what's even more surprising is that he speaks ancient Valyrian.

"Are you also a member of the ancient Valyrian Dragon King family?" Baylor asked warily.

"How could someone of my lowly lineage be worthy of the noble Dragon King family?"

"I was just a slave they left here to herd livestock when they conquered the continent."

"May I ask, Your Highness, which Dragon King family do you two belong to?"

"Answer my question first: why were you immune to dragonfire just now?"

Baylor had noticed it earlier; the old man's composure in the face of the dragon was not the kind of courage a slave should possess.

"You misunderstand. I am not unafraid of dragon flames, they just haven't burned me yet."

As he spoke, he led the way, showing the two of them the clansmen who had been burned to death by the dragon flames.

"I would like to trouble you two to answer which Dragon King family you belong to?"

"Targians. Which family were you once a slave to?"

Baylor carefully observed the old man's reaction, trying to glean more clues from him.

"Great Dragon King, I come from the proud Elishield family."