Chapter 536: Blood and the Cook
Chapter 536 Blood and the Cook
Rega only felt a light on his head and was stunned for a moment.
When he reached out and touched it, he saw that the smooth scales left rough little pits.
"Is there something wrong with your brain?"
Rhaegar was stunned, and for the first time he felt reluctant to let go of the deformed horns.
Suddenly, a sharp point emerged from the pothole.
Rhaegar turned around quickly, his face reflected in the stream.
A jet-black horn regenerates at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Hard, curved, bifurcated…
It looks like a real dragon horn.
Lei Jia lost consciousness for a moment and touched the new dragon's horn again and again.
Bo~
The released little whitebait poked out of the stream, causing slight ripples.
Rhaegar finally came to his senses and immediately checked the explorer panel.
【Rhaegar Targaryen】
Talent: Dreamer (gold)
Bloodline: Dragonborn (+57%)
Runes: Ouroboros (blue), Bronze (green)
Blood Witchcraft: Seven Fireballs (green), Binding Spell (blue)...
Relics: blood and fire (fire resistance +100%), pure water (toxin resistance +100%)...
Evaluation: "Ancient bloodline, noble ethnic group."
Rhaegar didn't know it, but he was shocked when he saw it.
The lineage column has increased from (53%) to (+57%), and there will be some jumps in the numbers later.
"Pure water, purified my bloodline?"
Lei Jia rubbed the three-inch long black dragon horn, feeling extremely shocked.
It’s not just the improvement of bloodline.
After the bloodline reaches over 50%, every number jump is extremely difficult.
This purification was also expected.
Surprisingly, the bloodline seems to be purified.
The original deformed horns fell off, and the horns of a real dragon grew again.
The mania and negative emotions of the bloodline did not manifest due to the Dragonborn state.
Rhaegar touched his heart. His heart was beating smoothly and vigorously, with no sign of any side effects.
Pure water suppresses the negative state of dragon blood.
In other words, the impurities in the blood are purified.
Lei Jia thought about it and murmured in a low voice: "Is the bloodline impure?"
It can’t be impure!
His bloodline is impure, and there is no pure-blooded Dragon King in the world.
Belron and Aemon were conceived before he transformed into a dragonborn, and his talent was already very superior.
The youngest son, Mekar, was conceived after transforming into a dragonborn, and was born with one more ambiguous precognitive ability than his brothers.
It can be seen that his bloodline is stable and passed down without any problems.
Lei Ga thought deeply and said blankly: "It's not my problem. Could it be the source of the bloodline?"
If there is something wrong with the bloodline source, the offspring will have side effects.
Speaking of which, how do the dragon kings possess the dragon blood?
A group of Valyrian shepherds were able to tame a dragon after discovering it. This is a perfunctory history.
The real situation may be traced to another source.
Plop—
The little fish jumped out of the water, with a splash of water falling on its cheeks.
Rega suddenly felt like he was dreaming, and said ridiculously: "Thinking too much."
Ancient Valyria has been destroyed, and the truth has long been unknown.
Once the bloodline has been purified, he can continue to purify it with confidence and boldness.
What will happen if one day the bloodline is purified to 100%?
Rega smiled with relief, turned around and walked into the covered bridge: "On the journey to the sea of smoke, we must find out some secrets."
Slaver's Bay, he was determined.
The Sea of Smoke must also be placed under the rule of the Iron Throne.
Whoever dares to resist will not be able to escape the dragon flames.
…
Lys, off sea.
"Hiss!"
An ugly mud dragon flew across the narrow sea and sneaked into the city-state.
He looked like he was a thief with a guilty conscience, for fear of being discovered by humans.
Aemond had a dark face, slapped the numb scales hard, and scolded: "Stop fooling around, you sheep thief."
"Gah~~"
The sheep thief screamed reluctantly and quickly landed in the **** dragon's lair.
He neighed in protest, like a seventy-eighty-meter-long dragon cub.
…
Tower, bedroom.
Helena finished sewing a little girl's dress and looked exhausted, planning to take a rest.
Boom!
There was a knock on the door, and the force was particularly familiar.
Helena turned her head in confusion and said uncertainly: "Emond, is it you?"
squeak—
Aemond pushed open the door and lowered his head: "It's me, sister." "You should patrol the upper half of the Narrow Sea."
Helena stood up, tilted her head and wondered: "Why are you coming back and acting petty again?"
She knew her brother's character very well.
He looks exactly like Uncle Wang Damon, always like a willful child.
"Nothing, come back and see."
Aemond's tone was impatient, he walked into the room, sat down on the carpet and rummaged around.
Helena did not stop her and stood at the door with a death stare.
Instead of doing any tasks, he went to her room for a walk.
He also said that nothing happened.
Feeling frightened by being stared at, Aemond picked up a small piece of clothing from the basket and asked, "It's a boy's style. I want another nephew?"
"It's my nephew."
Helena emphasized seniority and seniority, and became increasingly confused: "Lanner is back, are you going to the battlefield?"
She can help write letters for recommendation, but the front line may not approve it.
Lanner will be unable to live without Reese for a while.
The Alliance of Braavos and Qohor in the upper half of the Narrow Sea must be garrisoned by an experienced dragon.
Aemond hesitated to speak several times, swallowing the words on his lips and changing them to: "You should go back to Myr."
"reason?"
Helena said warily.
Emond turned his head and whispered: "There is no reason. I heard that Myr recently received a batch of fine lace."
He actually wanted to ask about the whereabouts of White Maggot and his personal servants.
He was also afraid that his sister would report him, so he held back.
The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became. Aemond stood up hastily and walked straight out.
Helena stepped aside to give way, her eyes filled with confusion, and asked, "Where are you going?"
"Wander around as you like."
Aemond was in a better mood, and his expression returned to a cold expression.
…
In the evening, the sun sets in the west.
Drainage channels, dark corners.
A rough, fat man dressed as a red-armored guard stood with his back against the ditch, next to the gurgling rainwater.
The blush of the setting sun spread on his face, and the fat man narrowed his eyes in disgust.
Hateful dusk, everything is blurry when the light dims.
Rustling…
There were footsteps not far away.
The fat man's ears moved slightly, and he judged that there were two people and a lean man.
"coming?"
"Awaited."
A figure in black robes appeared, followed by a cowering man in ragged linen.
The fat man stepped forward, put on a broad posture, and said in a low voice: "Prince, what are your orders?"
Wow!
A money bag was thrown out and smashed into the fat man's arms.
The black-robed figure raised his head, revealing a sapphire eye under his hood, and said softly: "He is the cook of the tower and one of the little spiders of White Maggot."
"Um?"
The fat man took the money, grabbed the cook's collar, and stared at him fiercely.
"No, I'm just a little shrimp."
The chef's legs were weak, and he grabbed the other's big hand and begged for mercy.
If he hadn't received the money, he wouldn't have dared to come!
"That's enough, he is your helper."
Aemond stopped in time, took out a dagger from his sleeve, and said in a cold voice: "Bring me the head of the white maggot, and you will be rewarded when the job is done."
After that, he threw the dagger to the fat man.
The fat man caught it steadily, his face darkened, and he said in a low voice: "The tower is easy to get in and out, and noble people live everywhere."
A queen, a princess, and a bodyguard.
Aemond sneered, glanced at the medal with a scar on the opponent's chest with one eye, and asked: "So?"
The pattern of the coat of arms is two griffons facing each other, the Clinton family of Griffin's Nest.
The other party was one of the many illegitimate sons of Count Clinton, who deserted when Dorne invaded.
The title of knight was stripped away, and the crest of the clan as a reward was crushed.
All that's left is the lingering vanity, becoming an ordinary tower guard.
If he hadn't seen that he could enter the tower justifiably and had met during the war, there would really be no need for such a coward.
The fat man frowned and said righteously: "The agreed price is not enough!"
"hehe."
Upon hearing this, Aemond took out five more golden dragon coins from his pocket and threw them out. He sneered: "When it's done, double it."
After saying that, he turned around and left.
The fat man and the cook were left behind, looking at each other anxiously.
He hesitated for a while.
The fat man put the money bag in his pocket, threw the dagger and sack to the cook, pushed the other person aside and moved forward aggressively: "Follow me, I can't live up to the prince's reward."
The cook was about to cry, so he quickly hid the dagger in his crotch.
(End of chapter)
