Game of Thrones: Dance of the Dragons

The old man in the red robe was also hearing this for the first time. He was stunned for a moment before nodding in agreement.

"Yes, your reasons and judgments are also the beginning of another ending."

As he spoke, the old man dripped the prepared blood into the burning flames.

"Great Dragon King, now that the course has been altered, please begin the new chapter and help the flames dispel the impending winter."

"I have observed your family members, and only you, Prince Baelor Targaryen, possess both calm greatness and extreme madness."

"It is a coin blessed by the Lord of Light."

It can only be said that these believers have changed the words of the Seven Gods again and again in order to promote their faith in the Lord of Light.

The old man in red robes ignored the prince and waited until the blood-stained flames weakened before handing the prince an intact map from beneath the stone tablet.

"If your dragon can traverse the sea of ​​smoke, this map will help you find an extremely powerful dragon king family."

"Their library and dragon's lair contained a great deal of information about magic and dragon-taming spells."

Baylor didn't stand on ceremony and simply took the map into his hand.

"Thank you for the Lord of Light's generosity in lending a helping hand to House Targaryen."

"I will repay this favor; a big gift will be presented to you later."

Baylor dislikes owing favors.

The old man in the red robe smiled and waved his hand, "You've been paying it back since you were born."

"Besides, this map wasn't prepared specifically for you; it originally belonged to the Targaryens."

See, that's the power of high emotional intelligence.

Compared to the bunch of fools in the Church of the Seven Gods who loved to go to the theater, Baylor clearly preferred to be with the red wizards, simply because of their linguistic charm.

After Beller left the temple, the sisters Renella and Helena dismounted from the dragon's back, one after the other.

"Baelor, what did those red-robed wizards say to you? Did they ask you to donate blood? Or to look at the flames on the altar?"

Without waiting for Beller's reply, Renilla immediately checked him over and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that Beller was not injured.

"Baelor, is your brain filled with alcohol, just like Aegon's?"

"Didn't I tell you? Besides the Faceless Ones, the most dangerous people in the Free Trade City-States are the followers of the Lord of Light!"

"Those lunatics, what wouldn't they do for their so-called faith in the Lord of Light?!"

Helena, unusually, stood on the same side as her sister. "Yes, when my mother was telling me fairy tales, she also told me about the followers of the Lord of Light who would put people on fire to roast them, saying it was some kind of baptism!"

"Only those who are not afraid of the fire, not afraid of being burned, are qualified to join them!"

As the two sisters chatted back and forth, Beller felt as if he were in the Church of the Seven Gods, listening to those old men muttering about the will of the Seven Gods.

After the two sisters finished giving their instructions, Belle then briefly recounted to them what the red-robed wizard had told him.

"Just based on his words, a map, and even magic you've never even heard of, you're willing to risk your life to venture into the Smoke Sea?!"

Sometimes Renilla really wanted to crack open Baylor's head and see what was inside.

The Sea of ​​Smoke is a river located between the Land of Long Summer and the ruins of ancient Valyria, perpetually shrouded in thick smoke.

It was an extremely mysterious place; some merchant ship crew members who happened to pass by even heard the howls of the demons inside.

Many years ago, Princess Iria, the third master of the Black Death, Balerion, flew to the legendary ruins of ancient Valyria.

When they returned, the princess had suffered extensive burns and died.

Bellerion was covered in countless wounds and fell ill, never recovering until his death.

The courtiers speculated that there must be creatures far more terrifying than dragons lurking in the ruins of ancient Valyria.

Therefore, the danger level of the sea of ​​smoke near that place goes without saying.

"Brother, don't go, it's too dangerous!" Helena earnestly advised.

Beller patted Helena on the shoulder, then looked at Renilla. "I'm not an idiot. I'm just taking a stroll around the Sea of ​​Smoke. If there's any danger, the Glutton will take me away."

"Furthermore, the family needs these ancient magics; otherwise, what kind of descendants of Ancient Valyria are we if we only rely on dragons?"

Beller was determined. The reason he told Rheem and Helena was that he hoped they could keep it from their father, Viserys, and buy him time to investigate.

Renilla was left speechless.

Aside from the immense danger and uncertainty of Baylor's voyage, the benefits he gained for his family and for himself were immeasurable.

"But even a dragon like Bellerion suffered a great loss in the Sea of ​​Smoke, and your Glutton is not even a hundred years old..."

"Alright, alright, when have I ever suffered a loss? Besides, whether the gluttons are willing to go in is another matter."

Beller smiled and put his hand on Renilla's shoulder, offering words of encouragement as he led her toward Syracuse.

In the afternoon, the sea serpent's navy and soldiers took over the intact Ries and sent news of their great victory to the kingdom via ravens.

According to Larry's intelligence, Viserys was overjoyed upon seeing the letter, slapping his thigh in delight.

That evening, Viserys held a grand victory banquet with the ministers of the Council of Kingsland and ordered that any leftover food be distributed to the children who had wandered into Kingsland from other places.

The second piece of news is that Otto, as the Minister of the People's Livelihood, not only imposed hefty fines in order to thoroughly rectify the cleanup of King's Landing's streets, but also caused the Gold Robes to fight each other.

The result, needless to say, is obvious.

The homeless people and children who had just arrived in King's Landing were already starving. It was bad enough that they had no food, but now Otto had even taken away their freedom to use the toilet.

Enraged, the group threw feces and urine all over Otto's doorstep.

The Golden Robes weren't much better off. Whenever this group dared to patrol the flea nest, someone would pick up a bucket of dung and pour it on their robes.

After all the back and forth, the lives of ordinary people in King's Landing showed no signs of improvement. In order to retaliate against Otto and the Golden Robe, the homeless and children even urinated on the walls and streets.

It was summer in Westeros, and the stench of excrement and urine quickly spread from the flea nests throughout King's Landing.

Viserys, exasperated, ordered Otto to cancel the arbitrary fines and to prepare food and broth for the homeless and orphans as a form of appeasement.

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Rhys, the Temple of Trade.

The sea serpent and the Targaryen dragon riders sat there, discussing their next move.

The sea serpent stood up first. "Your Highness, Rhys has just fallen into our hands. Most of the rich and slave owners in the city are only superficially obedient. They will rebel as soon as the dragon leaves."

"I think we should slow down the attacks on Tyrosi and Mil, and first secure Rhys. The remaining two cities are not a concern."