Chapter 212 Where is the Sheep Thief?

Daeron looked at Seasmoke with some envy as he soared into the sky, carrying Aemon over Dragonstone to vent the dragon's vigorous vitality. In fact, whether it was King Aegon or Prince Viserys, they valued Aemon, who was calm and restrained and had a chivalrous demeanor, more in the younger generation. The two of them originally wanted to let Aemon try both dragons, Korakshu and Dreamfyre.

But in the end, it was Seasmoke and Aemon who made each other successful.

"Wow!"

Aemon finally couldn't maintain his "calm and restrained" expression anymore, holding on to the worn-out dragon saddle tightly, and his shouts could be heard clearly even by Daeron on the ground.

"Aemon, remember to ask Seasmoke where the sheep thief is?" Daeron shouted.

Aemon heard Daeron's voice, and exerted a little force with both hands, indicating that Seasmoke could land. "Haiyan, do you know a sheep thief?"

Haiyan sent back a puzzled message. It didn't know what a sheep thief was. After Aemon got Haiyan's approval, the two of them naturally established a connection between dragons and riders. This is an ability that every dragon rider will master after successfully taming their dragons. However, Haiyan has been a wild dragon for a long time, and it seems that she is not very clear about many of Aemon's meanings.

"Another wild dragon on Dragonstone."

Haiyan was puzzled again. It remembered that there were three wild dragons on Dragonstone, including itself. Which one was Aemon referring to? However, it still landed steadily in front of the Fire and Tyrexu. As a dragon hatched during the reign of King Jaehaerys, its body size was already very large. In terms of appearance, it was close to Korakhu, a little bigger than the Fire present, and much bigger than Tyrexu.

Joffrey looked at his "father's" dragon with some regrets. He knew very well that he was not the blood of Sir Lannino, but a "Strong". Although those who questioned their bloodline had disappeared after the Dance of the Dragons, the wisdom of Jacaerys I completely reversed the reputation of the three brothers and even saved some of the reputation of their mother Rhaenyra I. But there was still a thorn in Joffrey's heart.

A thorn called "bastard".

After the death of his two brothers, this thorn became deeper and deeper. He felt that he was not only sorry for the Velaryon family, but also sorry for his true origin, the Targaryen family. So Joffrey took Adam as his son-in-law under the pressure of the Velaryon branch, and also worked hard on the revival of the Targaryen royal fleet.

This gorgeous silver-gray behemoth is now more majestic. Obviously, Haiyan still remembers Joffrey. After landing, it looked in the direction of Joffrey, not Tyrexhu, and then lowered its head.

Aemon felt the doubts conveyed by Sea Smoke again, and thought about it himself.

Is the information I conveyed not accurate enough?

"It's an old mud-brown dragon that loves to eat sheep."

This time, Sea Smoke understood the information conveyed by Aemon. It tilted its head to think for a while, and before Aemon could react, it ran a few steps and rushed out, spread its dragon wings, and soared into the air. "Haiyan, wait!"

"Hey, why are you in such a hurry, wait for us!" Daeron was anxious, jumped up and shouted, and seeing that Sea Smoke had no intention of turning back, Samantha sighed lightly, and the Fire jumped up, rolled up its tentacles, gently picked up Daeron, and placed him steadily on the dragon saddle. Daeron hurriedly fastened the straps. "Mother, let's chase."

Samantha nodded, and stretched out her hand to signal Joffrey not to follow. It was enough to have Sea Smoke and Fire. If Tyrekexiu was added, the sheep thief might escape directly.

Joffrey nodded, stretched out his hand and pressed down the scales of Tyrexu, signaling it not to take off and wait in place.

"Haiyan, wait, wait." It was not until this time that Aemon realized that he had used the wrong language, and hurriedly switched to the command of High Valyrian: "Haiyan, stop!"

Haiyan tilted his head and glanced at his rider. Instead of obeying Aemon's instructions, he sped up.

Aemon could only let his body stick tightly to the worn-out dragon saddle, allowing Haiyan to take him around the peaks of Dragonstone Island and pass over the ancient castle, which frightened the people in the castle.

However, the fire that caught up later did make Aemon relieved, and continued to carefully stick to the dragon saddle. What he was most worried about now was that the dragon saddle was not strong and fell apart halfway through the flight.

However, it turned out that Aemon thought too much. Haiyan flapped his wings a few times and glided smoothly into a valley.

Now there is only a pool of cooled black ash left here.

Sea Smoke realized something and climbed again before landing. It flew around the valley full of black ash and sheep bones twice. Even Daeron and Samantha on the back of the fire that had just flown in could hear the anger in Sea Smoke's roar.

Aemon received it more clearly.

He was sure that he had just felt a series of dirty words from Sea Smoke that he couldn't say. The only word he could say without hesitation was.

"Coward."

Daeron sighed in disappointment. It seemed that they still underestimated the cunning and caution of the sheep thieves. Perhaps the moment they felt the two dragons flying over Dragonstone, the sheep thieves immediately took off and ran away.

Sea Smoke landed angrily in the center of the valley. It seemed that it was still a little angry. It opened its mouth and spit out golden red dragon flames. The surging dragon flames rolled from one end of the valley to the other, burning the valley that was originally the residence of the sheep thieves beyond recognition, and then it lowered its head angrily. Let Aemon jump off it.

"Good job, Aemon." Daeron rushed to his cousin and punched him as soon as he jumped off the back of the Burning Fire, looking at the majestic and magnificent Sea Smoke with some envy.

"Now your dragon is the largest in the family."

Daeron muttered a little disappointedly.

"No, Your Highness, even if I have 'Bronze Fury' under my crotch, I will remember my oath to His Majesty the King, to you, and to the whole family. It has nothing to do with the size of the dragon under my crotch." Aemon said calmly.

"Your Highness, you can try Dreamfire."

This was Aemon's second sentence.

Daeron was stunned, and then a surprise appeared on Daeron's face. Yes, Aemon tamed Seasmoke, which means that the Targaryen family has a controllable adult dragon. With Seasmoke, Stormcloud, and Burning Fire, the problem of father, mother, and uncle worrying about Dreamfire's violent reaction is solved, right?

"Dreamfire." Samantha thought for a moment: "Then we need to suppress its ferocity together, Aemon, you just tamed Seasmoke, okay?"

Aemon nodded: "Don't worry, Your Majesty, my brother, my brother, and my younger brother have all learned a lot of dragon taming commands and knowledge from our father. Although we are not as good as you and the King in cooperating with dragons, we can still simply confront Dreamfire in the dragon cave."

He continued:

"What's more, Korakshu will also help us suppress Dreamfire."

Samantha nodded with satisfaction.

Just when everyone on Dragonstone was celebrating Aemon's taming of Seasmoke.

The Dragon Cave in King's Landing.

Syrax lazily looked at Prince Aegon who had walked in front of him.

Prince Aegon still looked at this topaz-colored behemoth with some fear. As a partner of Queen Rhaenyra, this dragon has only participated in two battles in his life, acting as bait in the dragon war against the gluttons and burning the mob in the riot in King's Landing. It has never fought any dragon head-on. Even after Queen Rhaenyra's death, Syrax has only flown out of the dragon cave a few times. It can stay in this huge, spacious cave in the dragon cave, where the ground is full of mucus to protect dragon eggs, and it can even stay until the end of time.

It is still huge, but compared with the growth rate of other dragons, Syrax's belly may grow the fastest. The topaz-colored scales are getting warmer and warmer with the polishing of time, and even the look of this dragon is particularly gentle when looking at people.

Its cave is full of dragon eggs. The dragon guards and King Aegon and Queen Samantha will take some away regularly, and the rest of the dragon eggs are still stored here.

Unfortunately, none of them hatched.

Even so, Prince Aegon still approached this fat dragon cautiously.

Syrax tilted his head and cried out. Prince Aegon trembled, but still stretched out his hand and said in High Valyrian: "Syrax, calm down, lower your head."

Syrax tilted his head and thought for a while, and actually obeyed Prince Aegon's command meekly, and slowly lowered its huge head.

Prince Aegon smiled, and he gently placed his hand on Syrax's dragon mouth: "Syrax, my name is Aegon, the name of the conqueror, and my grandmother is your previous master Rhaenyra Targaryen."

Syrax gently pushed Prince Aegon, making the handsome young man sway, but there was no next move. Prince Aegon felt that Syrax had no hostility.

Great.

Prince Aegon became excited, and he slowly withdrew his hand from Syrax's dragon mouth, and then walked towards the hanging ladder hanging from Syrax's dragon saddle.

Syrax looked at Prince Aegon with interest. It did not stop him, but stretched lazily, and actually directly and obediently collapsed the position of the dragon saddle, making it easier for Aegon to climb onto the dragon saddle by grabbing the ladder.

This made King Aegon, who was standing outside the cave with Storm Cloud lying behind him, a little amused.

It was so hard to tame Vermax, and he almost lost his life, but in front of Syrax, this topaz-colored behemoth not only did not resist, but even accepted Prince Aegon quite obediently and allowed him to ride on him.

This made King Aegon puzzled.

Maybe the problem lies with the dragon?

Maybe only the Seven Gods would know.

The news that Prince Aemon Targaryen and Prince Aegon Targaryen tamed Sea Smoke and Syrax spread like the wind throughout the entire Westeros continent, and soon spread to the free trade cities.

The fall of Tyrosh and Lys's centralization made these free trade cities regain their desire and fear for dragons. Braavos did not have any overly intense reaction, but the endless stream of envoys coming to Dragon's Nest and King's Landing by boat seemed to explain a lot of problems.

The Elephant Party Archons of Volantis began a new round of purges. In the past thirty years, the Elephant Party has increased its suppression of the Tiger Party with its advantage in the Volantis Senate. Assassinations, rebellion, bribery, suppression, and various means have emerged one after another. The Tiger Party members who once acquired the land of the Vareses family have withdrawn from the stage of history one after another.

The Tiger Party's counterattack was not fierce, and there was even a feeling of letting the Elephant Party ravage them.

This puzzled the archons of Volantis and made them alert.

They guessed the reasons for the disappearance of these Tiger Party young people and the Tiger Party's passive but still existing resistance.

So the Elephant Party Archon of Volantis compiled a detailed list of the names and physical features of the family members who claimed to be descendants of the Dragon King in the Black Wall, and presented them to King's Landing and Dragon's Nest.

Under the iron fist of the two real Dragon King families, many Volantis who sneaked into Westeros were exposed, and what greeted them was swords, expulsion, or the dragon flame they dreamed of.

"Damn it."

In the basement of the tavern on the Gray Island, a bearded silver-haired man hammered the broken table hard, but he couldn't say anything. In the end, he could only pick up the wine glass on the table and gulp down a glass of thick beer.

They have been staying on this small island where no one lives for many years.

But there is no hope of success. Melar is a complete waste. The comfortable life has completely dispelled his ambition and courage. Melar has only one attitude towards their secret recruitment.

He will drink the wine they sent and sleep with the beauties.

Others, Melar doesn't know, and doesn't want to know.

They watched Melar grow from a decadent teenager to a decadent, alcohol-addicted middle-aged man.

They themselves also grew from young people who once dreamed of owning their own dragons to middle-aged people who were well versed in the common language.

Let alone dragons, they couldn't even enjoy dragon flames.

Until the woman they brought was pregnant with Melar's illegitimate child, which family was she from? The middle-aged man with stubble on his face thought, it doesn't matter, anyway, she is pregnant.

That's enough.

"Has our ship not arrived yet?"

"I guess they can't come." A man who dyed his hair and beard purple and disguised himself as a Tyroshi smiled bitterly and poured another glass of thick and bitter beer for his companion, or former master, and now friend.

The abandoned city of Tyrosh is now occupied by the Varezes family. A governor from the Law-Bearers family governs this reborn city-state there. After being completely annexed by the Baratheon family, the Stepstone Islands have been re-divided into spheres of influence. The knight lords from the Stormlands are diligently governing this barren land.

For a while, the pirate phenomenon has subsided.

"The Silver Fleet has recently strengthened patrols on the Summer Sea, and your family has been hit by the damn elephant party again, damn it."

"It's expected." The man drank another glass of beer bitterly.

"It's damn hard to drink. By the way, what about the child?"

"I found a local nanny to take care of him." The man with a purple beard finally smiled at this time.

"He is our hope."