Chapter 171 The Reputation of the Dragons

King's Landing, a bustling tavern.

After Daemon gradually restored the order and economy of King's Landing, these taverns that had either gone underground or gone bankrupt under Rhaenyra's "Ten Thousand Taxes" rule have revived and returned. With many behind-the-scenes investors, they now gather all kinds of people in King's Landing. It is not only a place for entertainment for the people of King's Landing, but also a place for many guys who are eager to gain benefits in this place of power to collect intelligence.

Bump.

A silver-haired man carrying a bottle of wine entered the tavern: "Haha, this time I watched the whole process of the dragon landing." After saying that, the man took a big sip of mead and said drunkenly: "Who said I didn't dare, pay, quickly, pay."

A black-skinned sailor from the Summer Islands cursed and took out a handful of copper coins: "Damn, Wulf, you are so damn lucky. Why didn't Wormisoar crush you to death."

"Ha, my father is the 'brave' Belron, Wormisoar should also spare my life because my father is the son of its previous owner." Wulf sat down next to a few old drinking buddies and threw the copper coins he just won on the counter.

The silver-haired boss glared at this old customer, took out a bottle of mead that could be seen to have been hidden for several years and threw it on Wulf's table.

"No, the money just now can buy four or five bottles of newly brewed mead. How dare you, you bastard?" Wulf slammed the table and was about to get angry, but the boss slapped him in the face with a piece of mottled parchment.

"You already owe me more than twenty coppers. These coppers are used to pay off your debts."

"Uh" Wulf was speechless for a moment. He was originally an ordinary soldier on Dragonstone. During the Dance of the Dragons, he was responsible for guarding the castle of Dragonstone. After the war, he also received the last military pay and retired gracefully. Taking advantage of Daemon's opportunity to build streets and new houses in King's Landing, he took root in King's Landing.

Unfortunately, he had no ability to make a living except fighting, drinking and bragging. In just a few years, he had to squander all his savings. Fortunately, he was still a little lucky and eloquent. He could even make a living by bragging and telling stories.

As for what he said about being the illegitimate son of Prince Baelon, people just thought it was a joke, although judging from his age and origin, he was unlikely to be a illegitimate son of the Targaryen family like those little bald heads in King's Landing, but was actually the illegitimate son of those Valyrians brought by the Vareses family. But because a large number of Valyrians settled in Westeros, silver hair and purple eyes are no longer rare, and they are not so eye-catching among the people.

"Okay, okay." Wulf took the mead in a huff. He pulled out the cork and took a sip. "Seven layers of hell, so damn sour."

"Okay, Wulf, tell us about those dragons." The black-skinned sailor from the Summer Islands hurriedly raised his glass to smooth things over. "Didn't you run the whole way with His Majesty and the Prince's team? Tell us."

"Yes, tell us." Others in the tavern also booed.

Wulf was also in the mood and jumped onto the table. The black guy was not ambiguous either. He poured a full cup of strong beer from his beer pot and handed it to Wulf. The guy didn't choose and drank it all.

"I won't talk about Wormisol. Everyone saw it. The Seven Gods, it was dark when it flew over King's Landing. Let's talk about the dragon gods that His Royal Highness took to the palace outside the city." Wulf proudly introduced the dragon of his self-proclaimed grandfather. When he mentioned the Black Palace of Vareses, the drunkard actually felt a little envious.

This palace was quickly built with the help of the dragon. The tall black walls protected this beautiful palace. They, the common people, could only watch from afar and imagine how luxurious it would be inside the palace.

"This time I'm going to talk about the two new dragons. I'm telling you, I asked my friends in the gold cloaks about the black dragon with the nice voice, and they told me that it's called Starsong. God of the Seven, I can't believe that dragon is only ten years old."

"How is that possible?"

An older citizen of King's Landing immediately stood up: "How can that young dragon be only ten years old?" He had just watched the king's team enter the city and saw the five dragons flying over the capital.

"I've met King Aegon." Before he finished speaking, his drinking buddy at the table hurriedly raised his glass: "To King Jacaerys I, the friend of the common people."

Everyone in the tavern raised their glasses at the same time. The drinking buddy quietly pulled the old citizen: "You should call him Aegon the Usurper. The one sitting on the Iron Throne now is King Aegon."

After drinking a round of wine, people cast their eyes on Wulf and the old citizen. They also knew that the old citizen's statement just now was wrong, but now it has been nearly seven years since the Dance of the Dragons.

Although many things are not so sensitive, it is still good to be serious.

"The golden dragon of Aegon the Usurper, what is it called." "Yangyan." A sullen man said calmly. Unlike others, this man was wearing rough leather clothes, and his palms were big and rough. He didn't look like an ordinary citizen at all.

"Yes, it's Yangyan. Seven Gods, I can swear to God that the size of the black dragon is almost catching up with Yangyan."

"How is it possible? You must have seen it wrong."

"How is it impossible? I saw it with my own eyes."

Ignoring the quarrels between the old citizens and other drinking buddies, Ulf happily took the sour wine offered by a drinking buddy and swallowed it in one gulp. "Boss, your sour wine is still the best. Tell the truth, how much vinegar did you add?"

"Get lost, tell me quickly."

"Oh yes, and the queen's dragon, seven layers of hell, it's really ugly." Ulf exaggeratedly enlarged his eyes with his fingers. "The dragon's eyes are bigger than..."

Ulf looked around for reference points and finally chose his own head: "It's bigger than my head. Its head looks like an eel and a toad, but not like a dragon."

"Ulf, if those guys from the silver dragon hear you, you'll be in trouble." A chubby businessman said with a smile: "They care about the appearance of their eldest princess's dragon."

"Hehe, as long as you don't sell me, they can't find me. That dragon is not small. I watched it land in the palace in the suburbs. I tell you, that dragon landed When we were about to leave, several octopus tentacles suddenly fell off our bodies, which scared us. "

Ulf lowered his voice mysteriously: "I don't think that dragon is a dragon at all. It doesn't even have dragon horns."

"Ulf." The boss interrupted Ulf's gossip sternly: "Do you want to make me unable to open my business? I tell you, if the golden robes close my shop, I will be the first to kill you."

"Don't get excited." Ulf raised the wine bottle in a mean way: "Isn't it okay if I don't say anything?"

At this time, in a villa under the dragon's cave on the other side.

A young man with silver hair and purple eyes walked quickly into the basement of the villa.

There were also several people with silver hair and purple eyes sitting around the long table in the basement. In front of them were already full of portraits of the dragons that landed in King's Landing today drawn by painters.

"Everyone, we still have a chance." The young man who came in took out a stack of brand new portraits. "The little king on the Iron Throne ordered the dragons raised on Dragonstone to be moved to the dragon caves in King's Landing for his descendants to use."

"Rahlo, I don't believe he can't see the threat of the Vareses family."

"Shut up." A man with a bad temper choked the guy who just spoke. "Do you think you are the only one who can see it? Even if they want to contain Vareses, they will choose from within their family, not outsiders like us."

"Then what's the point of us coming to this dirty place." A young man said frustratedly: "Ben, Hogan and the others are dead, and Rogal's gang of untouchables are more active in looking for us than looking for spies. If we can't get the dragon, we might as well go back to Volantis."

"He is stupid, and you are stupid too." The leading man snorted coldly. "The death of those three guys is not worthless. At least they taught us a lesson. Everyone, time is on our side. Our goal is to make the family great again. It doesn't matter whether it is in our generation or not. Our task is to record the appearance and personality of each dragon, learn how to raise dragons, tame dragons and hatch dragons."

He smiled faintly.

"Wait, our chance will come."

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