Chapter 465: Blessed by starlight, accompanying young dragons
Chapter 465: Starlight Blessing, Accompanying Young Dragon
“Guess when they will hatch?”
Rhaenyra was excited and pinched the child's cheek.
“Don’t pinch it, it will make you drool.”
Rhaegar stopped this unreliable mother and stroked her cheek.
It’s meaty and softer than butter pudding.
Rhaenyra pouted and reluctantly took her hand back.
Rega smiled and tried to find a way to make up for it.
Flip your right hand over, and a ball of sparkling light appears out of thin air.
Rhaenyra stared at him in surprise.
In her memory, Rhaegar had many mysteries, but they were rarely revealed to her.
“The treasures I harvested in the Starry Temple came from the blessing of the Seven Gods.”
Rhaegar was talking nonsense, especially before Rhaenyra's eyes.
Rhaenyra wanted to touch it, but restrained herself and withdrew the catkin, asking, "What's the use?"
No need to guess, it must be for children.
Sure enough, said Rhaegar, "the gift of birth to children bestows certain benign blessings."
After saying that, he put his two hands into the halo and split them in half like an apple.
The system panel appears.
【Seven Gods' Blessings】
Level: Legend ~ Rare (Blue)
Function: Magic talent +50%~Starlight blessing
Rating: "The gift of starlight is divided into two, giving birth to excellent blessings."
One legendary relic, split into two rare relics.
Rhaegar held a ball of apple-sized white halo in each hand, feeling no regrets in his heart.
On the contrary, there is still some excitement.
The relic can really be divided, and as the level drops, it will transform into another form.
Maybe it’s because the level of the relic is high enough, plus it’s an adaptability blessing.
In the function column, compared to the original magic talent +50%, it is also good to turn it into a starlight blessing.
In the past, although the level of blessings was not high, each one was extremely practical.
“Children, are you ready?”
Rhaegar amused himself by placing two haloes into the cradle.
Rhaenyra's eyes were tense, and she refused to let go of any detail when it came to her child.
–
The fluorescent light flashed, and the halo penetrated into the round bellies of the two children as if they were sentient.
A system prompt sounded in my ear.
“Starlight Blessing has been activated, and the triggering effect is being determined…”
In Rhaegar’s eyes, the two children glowed with red, white, and green lights, shining and rotating like a rainbow.
The first is the eldest son, whose light is fixed.
【Warrior Reincarnation】
Level: Rare (blue)
Function: Gain the favor of warriors and be born with extraordinary fighting talents.
Evaluation: “Excellent physique, strong skills, and age that cannot bear the burden.”
Before Rega could take a closer look, the second son's light was also fixed.
【Never forget】
Level: Rare (blue)
Function: Flexible thinking, learning everything far better than ordinary people
Evaluation: "Don't read too many books to him, unless you want the rebellious period to come early."
"Wow!"
Rhaegar was shocked. The two blessings basically paved the way for the future lives of the two children.
The long life (green) he received as a child and the permanent appearance (white) triggered by Rhaenyra seemed not as rich as the blessing of starlight.
Of course, blessing relics are usually the ones that best suit the needs of the user.
Rhaegar was born weak and lived a long life to eliminate the sick.
The blessing of two children, one in literature and one in martial arts, can be said to have added an extraordinary talent.
Rhaegar's eyes flashed and fell on the eldest son who was sleeping soundly. He secretly cursed: "You should spank your children as early as possible. When they grow up, it will be difficult to discipline them."
A **** experience.
Before he was 10 years old, he was oppressed and enslaved by Rhaenyra every day.
After he surpassed Rhaenyra in height, he truly became the master, repaying others in kind.
After that, Rhaenyra never spanked him again.
Soon, the light faded and everything returned to normal.
Rhaenyra could see nothing unusual and couldn't wait to ask: "Has there been any change? Is it going in a good direction?"
"certainly."
Rhaegar sat on the edge of the lounge chair, put his arm around her shoulders, and said with a smile: "They are all blessed children."
Rhaenyra heard this and patted her chest in relief.
At this moment, a childish humming sound sounded.
The eldest son opened his eyes in confusion, scratched at random with his two little hands, and twisted his little body.
His legs were bound by swaddling clothes, and he was like a caterpillar pupating.
It took a lot of effort to get out a pair of chubby legs.
Subsequently,
boom!
His right leg kicked hard, and it just happened to be placed on the bronze dragon egg next to him.
The dragon egg swayed slightly and bumped his little feet red.
The eldest son exerted all his strength, his face turned red from holding back, he kicked the dragon egg to his feet, and stepped back and forth with his little feet to play with it.
Like kicking a ball.
Click!
Suddenly, a crisp sound came into my ears.
Rhaegar was refreshed. He first glanced at the cradle of his eldest son and saw the scene of the baby playing with dragon eggs.
“Are you awake? You won’t cry or make trouble.”
Rhaegar was surprised.
However, not this baby.
The sight shifts to the cradle of the second son.
Different from his diligent brother, the little guy is still in a deep sleep.
At some point, his two little hands stretched out the swaddling clothes, and he turned over, lying on his side.
The side of her face was pressed against the quilt, like a round peach, full of flesh.
It’s hard to believe that twins who were eight months pregnant could develop so well.
After seeing the situation in the cradle clearly, Rhaegar immediately moved closer excitedly.
The little guy turned sideways, holding the dark green dragon egg with his two small hands.
A newborn baby, an oval dragon egg, basically the same size one to one.
The little guy seemed to be having a sweet dream, his head was next to the dragon egg, and he opened his small mouth to take a bite.
The dragon egg was not bitten, and saliva flowed down from the corner of his mouth, sticky.
"Fortunately, I didn't bite it. This dragon egg was dug out from the dragon's dung stone." Rhaegar thought to himself.
Click!
The dark green dragon egg shook slightly, and cracks appeared in the shell.
“Hatched?”
Rhaegar was pleasantly surprised.
“Let me take a look.”
Rhaenyra regained her energy, got up from the couch, and leaned on the cradle frame to take a sharp look.
…
The shell of the dragon egg becomes more and more cracked, gradually becoming broken.
The little guy was still holding the dragon egg and gnawing at it, and at one point he started to stick out his little tongue to lick it.
Rhaegar and Rhaeny took a closer look, staring at each other unblinkingly.
“Hiss…”
Finally, a small dark green dragon head broke through the outer shell and let out the first neighing sound of the dragon's life.
Suddenly, something unexpected and strange happens.
As soon as the young dragon emerged from the eggshell, its body staggered around.
“Ah woo~”
The little guy was very persistent. He hugged the baby dragon with two small hands, opened his small mouth and bit one of the dragon wings.
…
The baby dragon screamed. Unexpectedly, it was attacked just after birth, and it fluttered about to fight back.
“Shut up!”
At the critical moment, Rhaegar, with quick eyesight and quick hands, put his hand into the baby dragon's mouth and saved the child he met for the first time today.
“Gah!”
The young dragon stuffed a fist into its mouth and let out a dry neigh.
Rhaenyra was startled and separated her son and the young dragon who were entangled together as quickly as possible.
“Wow wow wow~~”
The "delicious food" in his arms was taken away, and the little guy's dream collapsed. He opened his eyes and cried in grievance.
Rhaenyra was angry and frightened. She picked up the little one and put it in her arms. She took off one of the slings to nurse.
With the rice bowl in his mouth, the little guy immediately stopped crying and looked at his mother with watery purple eyes.
Rhaenyra patted his little **** and said angrily: "You are really hungry, you can eat anything."
“It’s not his fault.”
Rhaegar had a strange expression and tried to persuade him from the sidelines.
…
The young dragon's eyes were filled with fear, and he struggled and neighed.
Rhaegar retracted his hand, grabbed the dragon's wings, held it in his arms, and stroked the small dragon's head with his hand.
Not just caressing, but also secretly mobilizing the magic power of fire to nourish the body of the young dragon.
The young dragon shuddered, his tense body gradually softened, and he let himself be stroked like a kitten.
“Be good.”
Until then, Rhaegar had the opportunity to carefully observe the appearance of the young dragon.
It is a dragon egg excavated from the ruins of House Belerys, which is different from the origin of the dragon eggs of House Targaryen.
Rhaegar looked left and right, a flash of disappointment flashing in his eyes.
This young dragon has dark green scales all over its body, black pearl-like horns growing on its head, and its wing membranes are bright red.
At first glance, it looks like two red mushrooms growing on the moss.
The body shape is basically the same as that of Theselion and Blizzard in their childhood, and they both have a normal appearance.
It is not a special huge dragon head like Mogul or Thrax.
Nor is it a mutant species like the snake-like Corakxiu.
What you have to say.
Rhaegar caressed the young dragon's neck gently, extending it to the tip of its slightly curled tail.
There are no obvious dorsal scales on the dragon's neck and tail, which is consistent with Gluttony, Wormisor, and Corakxiu.
But it’s not surprising, the scales on the back are the different needs of the dragon.
Dreamfire, Syracuse, and Sea Smoke all have obvious back scales.
The most promising thing about this young dragon is probably its tail.
The dragon's tail is slightly elongated, with the end slightly curled.
I don’t know if it’s due to individual factors or bloodline.
Seeing him looking over and over, Rhaenyra asked curiously: "What's the difference between the dragons of the Belerys family?"
“The young dragon has just hatched and cannot be seen yet.”
Rhaegar would not jump to conclusions and lay the young dragon in its cradle.
“Hiss…”
The young dragon neighed reluctantly, lying on the quilt and looking pitifully.
Rhaenyra thought: "Forty dragon king families live together in the Fourteenth Fire Peak. Even if the types of dragons are different, I think they have all been exchanged with each other."
In other words, it is difficult to judge whether there are differences in blood between individuals such as Mogul and Colakxiu who are obviously different.
It is the color and form of dragon flame, which shows that Glutton is somewhat related to Mogul.
The dragon flame forms of the Sheep Thief and Gray Shadow are also significantly different from those of dragons such as Vhagar and Vomithor.
Rhaegar still hoped that the dragon eggs of the Beleris family would be different, and said with a smile: "When the young dragon grows older, we can observe it from the appearance and dragon flames."
"It's up to you." Rhaenyra smiled and emphasized: "This young dragon will be the dragon of the little one in my arms."
No one expected that the little guy would hatch from a dragon egg belonging to the Beleris family just one day after he was born.
This dragon egg has been buried in dust for hundreds of years, and the chance of hatching is very low.
Rhaegar affirmed: "Of course, when the little guy grows up, he will be able to ride on a sub-adult baby dragon."
The relationship between dragons and humans is complicated, and everything depends on fate.
This dragon egg has not lost its vitality for hundreds of years, so there must be something special about it.
The little guy can hatch it, which proves that one person and one dragon are each other's natural choice.
Rhaenyra rolled her eyes and said proudly: "When I was a child, I could hatch Syrax, and the dragon eggs I placed could hatch new baby dragons!"
Speaking, he raised his chin provocatively.
Rhaegar:…
Looking sideways at the eldest son in the cradle, the little fool opened his eyes wide and stared at the ceiling with his hands and fingers.
The bronze dragon egg was trampled underfoot, showing no signs of hatching.
The same pair of parents gave birth to the child, are the individual differences so big?
“Is it really my problem?”
Rhaegar was lost in thought.
Hatching the dragon eggs in the cradle, only a few Targaryens can do it.
The black dragon egg he had when he was a child still exists in the dragon's lair.
should, maybe…
Don’t blame him!
(End of this chapter)
