Chapter 163 The End of an Era

When did Daemon's body go wrong?

Even Daemon himself didn't know when it happened. At the end of the 131st year of the Conquest Era, Daemon rode a dragon to Lys to inspect the spoils of his "selling" son. In the 132nd year of the Conquest Era, he personally flew to Dragon's Nest to celebrate the birth of Longzel's third child.

Diana gave birth to a beautiful baby girl smoothly, but her mother was very dissatisfied. According to later bards, Diana almost cried out when she saw her daughter:

"I didn't give birth to a child with silver hair and purple eyes for my husband!"

However, the bards who publicly sang similar ballads disappeared in the wilderness for unknown reasons, and this record disappeared from people's sight from then on.

Of course, Longzel didn't mind this matter, because when this beautiful girl who was born with a smile, honey-colored hair, and a pair of purple and blue eyes was born, Sarafathers in the dragon's cave roared with joy.

This proved the bloodline of the girl named "Serena", and also proved that the bloodline characteristics of the Valyrian dragon king would indeed fade due to the fusion of bloodlines with other races. Rey happily wrote this down in his notebook.

In the year 133 of the Conquest Era, Daemon presided over the opening ceremony of the Jacaerys Sept. The regent personally put a brand new crystal crown on the Pope. On that day, Korakshu flew around the entire King's Landing. Its sharp cry resounded throughout the capital, and every citizen of King's Landing saw the prince with graying silver hair.

He attended the funeral of Helena Targaryen at the end of the year.

This ill-fated nun "queen" died of a serious illness this year. Dreamfire, who had completely become a wild dragon, resumed his lazy state of eating and sleeping since the day Helena died, and no longer participated in all the affairs of the dragon cave like Syrax.

This once dissolute prince is now also devoting himself to the governance of the kingdom. Before he found out that he had health problems in 134, he had served as regent for nearly five years and had rebuilt King's Landing, which had suffered heavy losses in wars and riots. The courtyard of the Red Keep was expanded, the Great Sept of Jacaerys was also built, the roads of the entire King's Landing were leveled, and the streets that were once full of mud and feces were paved with cobblestones and slabs. Although the flea pits still exist - after all, the city's poor problem has always been a difficult problem to solve, and Summerhall also has the same slum "Ant Block", but both the roads and houses have been renovated.

The treasury of King's Landing was also filled with gold again, but Daemon followed the advice of Earl Bartimos Celtigar and Lotho of the Rogael family who was sent to help, and used the gold to invest in various industries in King's Landing, and purchased a large amount of food to support the princes who were struggling in winter.

Everything is moving in a good direction. Daemon was now looking forward to King Aegon's sixteenth name day.

Until Daemon found that his feces were streaked with blood, his abdomen felt heavy and foreign, and he had annoying pain from time to time.

It was too late.

The well-educated Grand Maester Mukun saw at a glance what disease Daemon had. This disease was almost incurable. Grand Maester Mukun only had medicine that could relieve Prince Daemon's pain, but he was speechless about whether he could recover.

"Your Majesty, I can only provide the situation of similar patients we have treated before." Grand Maester Mukun was a little haggard. He had read all the medical books he could find without sleep, but he was still helpless about Daemon's situation. "The patient who lasted the longest lasted a month."

"I understand, Grand Secretary, please leave." Daemon waved his hand, but immediately said, "Come back."

"Your Majesty, I'm here."

"Tell the Imperial Council and continue working." Daemon stood up by the armrest of the chair: "Write a letter to Dragon Nest City and tell Prince Longzel about my physical condition."

"Tell it truthfully?" Grand Secretary Mukun asked.

"Tell it truthfully." Daemon said.

"I will follow your wishes." Grand Secretary Mukun sighed and left.

Daemon tried to stand up straight, walked quietly to the window, and looked at the bustling streets of King's Landing and the sun gradually setting in the west.

He closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes, it was as if something had returned to his body. Daemon seemed to have regained his strength and walked outside like a fly. The old prince, who was already in his fifties, picked up a golden shoulder robe and put it on his shoulders.

Seeing Prince Daemon in a golden robe walk out of the Red Castle courtyard with his head held high, Earl Bartimos, who was passing by, was stunned for a moment, and then immediately grabbed the Red Castle guards: "What does His Majesty the Regent want to do?" The earl asked in fear, but only received the same puzzled look from the Red Castle guards.

"Your Majesty, what are you doing?" The captain of the golden robe looked at Daemon who broke into the barracks in surprise. The old prince panted and looked at the captain, pointing at his shoulder robe. "You know what I mean, kid from the Baiqi family." He looked at the current captain of the capital garrison, Sir Baron Baiqi, who had followed Daemon when he was young, and now he is no longer young.

Baron, who also had half white hair, looked at the old prince's hand covering his stomach, and understood something. He picked up the golden robe's sword and supported the prince with his other hand: "I will gather my brothers now."

Daemon smiled, he broke free from Baron's support, and indicated that he could walk by himself.

So on this night, the elderly people in King's Landing saw a familiar scene. Prince Daemon wore the familiar black armor and gold robes and led the gold robes through the city. When the gold robes caught the thief, these guys roared. Then they cut off their arms with their swords. When the golden robe caught the guy who violated the woman, under their sword was the dick of these scum.

The golden robes kicked open the doors of gangsters who once turned a blind eye and presented the heads of these guys who had paid a lot of tribute to their "capital prince".

Daemon looked at this familiar scene with a smile. This time, Prince Daemon didn't say a word.

He just watched quietly as the golden robes publicly enforced the law, and this time it was much gentler than before.

The golden robes only arrested acquaintances. As for the people who kept their own laws, these usually fierce guys did not dare to act arrogantly.

Also because Prince Daemon is here.

With such a group of guys, Damon saw the brothel run by Rogorio Rogar.

"Your Majesty." Balon looked at Damon nervously. He had followed Damon when he was a boy and knew the old prince's bad habits when he was young.

But this time, Prince Daemon just shook his head and smiled, and continued to patrol the city with the golden robes. That night, the entire King's Landing saw the golden robes passing through the streets. This mighty team finally Stopping at the foot of the dragon's lair, Damon looked at the golden robes who stood at attention following his gaze. "Disband, everyone."

"His Majesty."

"Follow the order, disband, and return to camp."

"Follow your orders"

Damon watched the golden robes leave neatly and slowly walked into the dragon's lair.

Colakxiu crawled over in a panic. It seemed to be able to feel the physical condition of its partner. The slender dragon actually made a roaring sound at this time.

"Don't be sad, Corakxiu, let me rest for a while." Damon smiled and leaned on Corakxiu, and slowly sat down. Bloodworm sat down carefully, letting his partner sit close to him. By the time Colakxiu adjusted his position and looked at Damon, the old prince had already fallen into a deep sleep.

It seemed like the pain had no effect on him anymore.

In the distant Dragon Nest City, Long Zell, who was about to fall asleep, seemed to feel something and frowned as he looked to the north.

"What's wrong, dear?" Diana also looked to the north strangely.

"Nothing, just go to sleep." Long Zell sighed and lay down. He knew that the strange feeling he just felt must indicate something, and maybe he would know the answer soon.

Daemon slowly walked into the grand throne room and saw the empty Iron Throne.

But the next moment, there was a person sitting on the Iron Throne, a person that Damon would never forget.

Viserys I, this fat man looked at his younger brother with complicated eyes. "Brother." Daemon walked slowly to Viserys, not knowing what to say.

"You're getting old, brother."

Daemon was stunned. He didn't expect that his brother's first words would be this. Viserys stretched out his hand tremblingly and touched Daemon's head. "Thank you for your hard work, Daemon. I didn't expect that my stupidity would lead to this." It became such a big disaster." His voice was trembling: "Damon. I'm sorry."

"I should say this, brother." Damon knelt down on one knee, allowing Viserys to touch his head more conveniently: "I didn't know I was wrong until I sat in that position. How outrageous.”

Damon sighed: "I just realized how ridiculous I was back then."

"I know." Viserys said with a smile: "You have done a good job, Damon. From the beginning, I knew that you had no ambitions for this position. It was just that you were unwilling to accept it." The old king Looking up to the sky, Daemon saw the Iron Throne's sword passing through his body. Damon was a little frightened and tried to catch his brother, but in the end it was in vain.

"I was wrong, Daemon. It was my hesitation that led to the bitter fruit." Viserys's voice slowly deepened: "I was the one who killed my children, Daemon. Thank you for your hard work these years." .”

Daemon held out his hand, but Viserys's figure disappeared from the Iron Throne, and another hand suddenly grabbed him.

Rhaenyra.

Damon didn't know what to say and looked at the woman in front of him. This woman was once his tool, his lover, his wife, and his queen.

But now, she is his wife, the wife who entrusts everything to her.

Rhaenyra hugged him suddenly and kissed Daemon hard on the mouth.

They said nothing, but sat together on the Iron Throne, embracing and kissing until Rhaenyra disappeared in Daemon's arms.

"Cousin Damon, do you think this is worth it?" Long Zell's voice sounded at the right time.

Damon looked at Longzel, who was walking to the edge of the Iron Throne, and nodded gently: "I was young and dissolute, and I woke up in middle age. I was ambitious, lustful, and loyal, but I I have no regrets." He sat on the Iron Throne: "The facts have proved that I won."

"Speak nicely, Cousin Damon."

"I'm so tired." Damon has never felt that the Iron Throne is so comfortable. He can completely spread himself out on the throne and stretch as much as he wants without worrying about getting hurt: "I'm so tired. I feel like Aegon is so tired." What the guy said before he died was right.”

"I almost regret it to death." Daemon said with a grin: "I should have continued the fight against Vhagar back then. It would have been better to die directly on the battlefield, without having to worry about these annoying things. Only Only then did the Seven Gods know why I thought the Iron Throne was a good thing when I was young. Maybe I was too stupid, or maybe I was too eager for Viserys' attention?"

"Aren't you worried that this iron chair will end up in my house?" Long Zell also smiled.

"Hahaha, Longzell, everyone can see your dislike of this iron chair." Damon sighed, but he still laid it on the Iron Throne carelessly, pointed at Longzell and said: " Is there any difference between your descendants sitting on this chair and my descendants sitting on this chair? The moment the blood of the Targaryen family and the Varese family blended, I understood this truth. In other words, Long Ze Well, I've always wondered why you were in such a hurry to stay in Westeros."

"The Long Night." Long Zell said: "The new Long Night is about to come, and the Song of Ice and Fire is about to be played in the future. We must participate in it. This is my reason."

"No wonder." Damon's voice became weaker and weaker. Gradually, he also disappeared on the Iron Throne.

Only Long Zell was still watching everything in front of him calmly, and gradually dissipated into this dreamland.

Damon woke up.

Sensing his partner waking up, Corakxiu hurriedly twisted his neck and came to his partner's side. Damon touched his partner's head, glanced at the south, and then at the north. He seemed to realize something, and sighed.

"Man, please take me to fly again." Daemon climbed onto Corakxiu's dragon saddle with difficulty. He patted Colakxiu on the back skillfully.

The giant dragon roared and took off from the dragon's lair. The blood-red, slender dragon flew around King's Landing three times before slowly landing on the flat ground next to the back door of the dragon's lair.

Tyran in the Red Castle looked at Colakxiu taking off, and looked at Count Bartimos next to him with some emotion: "Count."

Bartimus sighed: "This is the pride of the Dragon King, Lord Tailan. We must do a good job in handling the aftermath until His Majesty the King and His Highness Longzel return to King's Landing."

"clear."

Corakxiu landed gently on the flat ground, letting Daemon on his back slowly climb down.

Damon finally felt the severe pain. He almost fell off the dragon saddle just now. As a result, it was very difficult for him to climb down from the dragon saddle.

The old prince walked up to Colachus with difficulty: "Colaxio, dracarys"

Colakhiu was stunned.

"Colacius, dracarys"

Colakxiu looked around and found nothing to burn. Finally, he looked at Prince Damon who was almost kneeling down, holding his stomach.

"Old man, we were born in blood and fire, and we will eventually die in blood and fire. This is my honor."

Bloodworm whimpered and turned his head.

"Be obedient, Corakxiu, you don't want me to die in pain on the hospital bed." Damon smiled: "This is more uncomfortable for me than killing me."

Colakhiu finally turned his head back.

Red light slowly surged in the bloodworm's throat.

Damon closed his eyes in relief.

Bright red dragon flames spurted out amid the whimpers of the blood worms.

Daemon Targaryen, regent of the Targaryen dynasty, died in blood and fire as he wished in 134 AD at the age of fifty-three.