Game of Thrones: Dance of the Dragons

Baylor was startled and rubbed his eyes several times before confirming that he had not misread the mark because of the darkness of the night.

More than being shocked, he wanted to know how the Lord of Light's messenger had entered Westeros.

It's important to understand that the rivalry between Westeros and the Free City-States is not merely a matter of differing beliefs and systems, but rather a clash of faiths.

In Essos, the Lord of Light is a god who can directly wield divine powers, sharing his power with missionaries through means such as fire, foresight, and resurrection.

The Seven Gods, on the other hand, place greater emphasis on moral education and social norms, using missionary work and order to control the nobles and common people of Westeros.

This is why gods like the Lord of Light, who can use magic, are considered extremists by the Citadel that worships the Seven Gods.

Right now, it's a critical time of hostility between Westeros and the Free City-States, and not only are goods forbidden from entering, but people are also strictly prohibited from doing so.

Baylor was very suspicious, especially when it came to matters of faith and God; he would unconsciously overthink and doubt.

At this time, the Targaryen dynasty is at its peak, and the other dukes and lords would never dare to disobey the king's will.

Assuming the messenger of the King of Light did not smuggle in from overseas, then there is only one last possibility.

They've always been here.

Then, Bellor ordered someone to bring paper and pen, and after drawing all the altars and runes in front of him, he commanded the Gluttons to destroy them all with dragonfire.

Immediately afterwards, he led the Vale Allied Forces back to the Eagle's Nest and relayed the news of the Mountain Clan's annihilation to Jenny.

That night.

Hongge City held a grand victory banquet to welcome the triumphant prince and knights back.

The heads of the mountain clan leaders were not destroyed by the dragon flames, but were nailed to the city gate like objects.

Inside the main castle, due to the Butcher's Ball incident, everyone had some reservations about the victory celebration banquet.

Many lords and nobles would carry their swords with them when drinking, fearing that barbarians might sneak in and attack again.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Jenny adopted the benevolent demeanor of a duchess and began to win over the ladies who had lost their husbands and fathers.

Prince Beller sat at the head of the banquet, enjoying delicious roasted lamb and cake, and occasionally sipping a glass of red wine.

Before long, a nobleman from Seagull Town stood up, raised his glass of red wine, and looked solemnly at Prince.

"Prince, without your and your dragon's help, the crisis in the valley would not have been resolved so easily."

"Please allow me, on behalf of my fallen comrades, to thank you for avenging them!"

"Thank you, great Targaryen! Thank you, Prince Baelor, for your help!"

At this moment, nobles, lords, and knights alike raised their glasses of red wine in gratitude to Baelor Targaryen.

Beller stood up solemnly, refilled his glass, and said, "A toast, gentlemen!"

"Homage to those riders who fought bravely for the valley; they are the true heroes!"

Upon hearing Prince Beller's words, the high-ranking officials from all sides in the valley were moved to tears.

Inside the hall, everyone shouted in unison how great Prince Beller was!

It is believed that, having learned a lesson that will be etched into their very bones, all the nobles and lords of the valley will never again be arrogant and complacent.

After Jenny reassured the lord and the noble ladies, she slowly walked down from the second floor and personally poured a full glass of grain wine for the Prince.

Beller smiled and drank it down, then said slowly, "Duke Jenny, the mountain clans that posed the greatest threat to the valley have all been wiped out."

"Tomorrow, I will set off for the Riverlands to reunite with my sister and younger sister."

Jenny knew that this was Baelor reminding her to send troops as soon as possible to support the Targaryens in attacking the Free Trade City-States.

"Please rest assured, Your Highness, I will dispatch a fleet from Seagull Town within two days at most."

Now, all the nobles in the valley who supported her, opposed her, or remained neutral have been wiped out by the mountain clans.

This is a time of great power reshuffling, and Jenny must seize this opportunity to take all the power into her own hands.

Baylor knew that Jenny needed some time to consolidate the power she held.

Therefore, he did not urge her, but told her that he would wait patiently.

After eating, Baylor, with Jessica's help, went back to his room to rest.

"Thank you, Miss Janssf."

"If there's nothing else, please go back now. I need to rest."

"Prince, don't you want to?"

Janssf quietly pulled her clothes down a little, revealing her proud shoulders and the faint glimpse of her snow-white skin.

She considers herself to be good-looking.

She has a great figure, a very gentle personality, and is still a virgin.

Taking the initiative will surely win over Prince Beller's favor.

But when he looked up at Baelor, he saw no madness or greed in the other man's eyes, but rather an inexplicable indifference.

Jenny had said this as early as when she first saw Baylor.

The ability to suppress the Valerian family and Prince Damon, as well as to occupy the Stepstone Islands and destroy the Prince of Tyrossi, cannot be described by mere benevolence and tolerance.

Baylor poured himself a glass of grain liquor.

It has a very stimulating taste, completely different from red wine, but in the end, they are both drinks that go into the stomach, so they are essentially the same.

"Prince, are you not interested in me?" Janssf asked cautiously.

Baylor shook his head: "Miss James, don't belittle yourself like that."

"You have a great figure and a gentle personality, making you a perfect wife candidate."

"I just feel sorry for you..."

Janssf smiled smugly.

She knew that the Targaryen family would not be able to resist the temptation and would choose to go to heaven with her.

"What's there to regret?"

"Prince, as long as we're together, nothing is impossible!"

"What I mean is, where do you get the confidence to think I'd sleep with you?"

Baylor suddenly laughed, tapping his fingers lightly on the table beside him, like a clock counting down again and again.

Janssf was completely stunned.

She hadn't expected Baylor to ask such a question, and she didn't know how to answer it.

Seeing her stunned, Baelor continued, "Or did you sleep with her? What tangible benefit do you bring to my Targaryen, or to my conquest of the Free Trade City-States?"

"If neither of those apply, do you think it's glorious for me to sleep with you and have an illegitimate child, adding a glorious achievement to my record?"

During his six years in the old town, besides learning a great deal of knowledge, caution, decisiveness, and self-interest became the things Baylor valued most.

A minor nobleman from the valley tries to use his book knowledge, beauty, and body to have a relationship with the crown prince, hoping to climb to the throne like the Hightower family.

Jansef quickly shook her head and knelt down. "Prince Bellor, you have really misunderstood me."

"I didn't mean to offend you; I simply admire you!"