Chapter 84 Davos (Part 1)

There was a little melancholy in his eyes. Compared with Stannis's iron-like look and Melisandre's pretending to be indifferent eyes, these eyes made people feel friendly.

He should be younger than his son Mathos, but his words and deeds are far more mature than this age. Although they have both passed their sixteen-year-old name day, they should be treated as adults.

"Sir, you have never let me down." This is what the king said that day, of course, to the silver-haired young man. In the end, Stannis decided to let his fleet take risks, and at the same time granted Sir Cole Julius the right to command the royal fleet.

The king promised that if he could win this battle, he would retain the power of the navy and attend the royal meeting.

At this time, he was holding the medal on his chest. It was the logo of Stannis when he served as the Lord of the Sea in King's Landing. It was given by his brother Robert himself, just like the territory of Dragonstone.

Stannis was dissatisfied with not being the Prime Minister and being awarded the title of Storm's End.

Renly did nothing, but got Storm's End as a fief, while he could only get the remote Dragonstone Island, which he thought was extremely unfair.

Davos couldn't help wondering, if it was this Sir Cole, how would His Majesty the King reward him? Like himself, get a forest for hunting red deer and a small castle?

No, I don't think so. If so, wouldn't it be no different from King Robert Baratheon.

Just like the crew said, he should be awarded a large territory. Of course, he didn't dare to think too much about those crazier rumors, such as the reward of Storm's End.

Would Stannis let outsiders occupy the ancestral land of Baratheon for thousands of years? Although Sir Cole did have great contributions.

Shaking his head, Storm's End should be left to His Highness Shireen. He is the blood relative of the king and should rule the Stormlands. When the king has a new child, if it is a boy, he will be the heir and rule Dragonstone Island.

The king made him the Minister of the Sea, and I think he would give him a territory by the sea.

Cole was sitting on his Black Bess, surrounded by Velaryon's Glory of Tidepoint, Bar Aemon's Swordfish, and Celtigar's Red Crab. Black Bess was not very noticeable among them, but Cole still chose this inconspicuous warship as the main ship.

They traveled at night and sailed from Shipbreaker Bay to Summerhall in one day and one night.

Lord Velaryon and Lord Celtigar were both left in Storm's End, which was his only request before taking over.

Summerhall was originally the summer palace of the Targaryen family, but now only a piece of ruins remains, and the castle was burned to ruins in that fire, which was a disaster for the Targaryen family and even the whole of Westeros.

Sir Duncan the Tall, King Aegon V, and Prince Dragonfly all died here.

And the last true dragon, Rhaegar Targaryen, was born in this fire.

In order to celebrate the birth of his great-grandson Rhaegar, Aegon Targaryen V asked a pyromancer to try to hatch a dragon egg, but it eventually led to the tragedy of Summerhall, the sad place of the Targaryen family.

Cole told the story as if it was his own personal experience. Davos could feel the regret in his eyes.

He sat on the ruins and sighed slightly, "The Targaryen dynasty, which was once a dynasty, has now become history like Summerhall."

These stories all come from an elder far away on the Wall. King Maekar I had a total of four sons, the eldest son "Drunkard Daeron", the second son "Aerion the Bright Flame", the third son "Aemon", and the fourth son "Aegon".

Yes, this Aemon is Maester Aemon on the Wall.

Maekar's eldest and second sons were both useless, this is what Cole said to Davos. After all, one died of venereal disease, and the other committed suicide by drinking wildfire. He was already respectful to them by not scolding them for being mentally ill.

Davos didn't know where Cole's sadness came from. To him, the history of the Targaryen family was just like the stories of the minstrels, just as a fun thing to do before and after meals.

Yes, how could he know that Cole grew up listening to the stories of King Aegon V since he was a child? Maester Aemon always told him a lot about Aegon.

In Aemon's words, Aegon didn't seem like a high and mighty king, but an ordinary child. He dreamed of becoming a Kingsguard since he was a child, which also affected Cole at that time to a certain extent.

But soon his dream of becoming a Kingsguard was ridiculed by his brothers on the Wall. They laughed at him for dreaming of becoming a Kingsguard despite his low status, so he cried and found Maester Aemon, and then the maester told him the story of Sir Duncan the Tall.

"Sometimes the maesters call me 'Egg'. When people get old, they sometimes get confused, even if they are knowledgeable maesters." Cole said to Davos.

Davos couldn't help but think of Maester Cressen of Dragonstone, who was also an old man. He couldn't help but feel sad for him.

"Maybe I'm old and I will confuse my own sons. I have seven children. I believe you have met Davon. He is the king's squire."

The Onion Knight pointed to a young man working there, "That's Mathos, my third child."

"He is a good fellow. I think he will be able to take charge soon." Cole praised.

Davos just shook his head. They are obviously the same age.

"I heard that King Aegon hatched seven dragon eggs here. Do you think it will be somewhere in the ruins?" He seemed to be suddenly interested.

"Many people have this idea. The price of a dragon egg can buy several ships across the narrow sea. I don't understand why a stone can be sold so expensively. Dragons have long been extinct."

"You have to try it. What if you succeed?" Davos saw him and smiled.

Then he left. He searched around in Midsummer Hall like a child catching insects. Only then did Davos feel a little childishness in him.

He was only half the age of Stannis, but he took on the most important task in this war.

After two days of rest in Midsummer Hall, the army set out on the third day. He led a team of 3,000 people through the gorge of the Dorne Mountains and went straight to the Lambroon River.

He separated the few cavalrymen, crossed the river, and went to the Rose Avenue.

Then he laid iron chains and ropes on the surface of the Lambroon River. At the same time, he sent people to cut trees and build rafts.

The next day, a fleet came straight down the river and was blocked by iron chains. They quickly attacked on rafts and seized the ships.

On the road, this unit may not be strong, but on the water, they are first-class elite soldiers.

After seizing the boat, they threw all the food and baggage into the river, then loaded people on board, fighting and robbing on the river, and they became the water bandits in the upper reaches of the Lambun River.