Chapter 28 Negotiation

The fleet of the Varese family sailed around Lys in a mighty manner, frightening the city into alarm. But the fleet paid no attention to this city of lust, and conveniently cleared away the pirate fleet that was still wandering outside the harbor, then turned around and headed north, heading towards Pentos along the coastline.

The five fastest three-hundred-oared sailing warships in the fleet set off first and headed for the agreed location. They carried 300 Silver Blood soldiers equipped with halberds, spears, hammers and plate chainmail and 50 A tiger-striped warhorse, as well as Aslan Rondel, Hoffa the Lawbringer, and Lyn Vartaken. These three close ministers of Long Zell also followed.

The negotiation took place on a rocky coast in southern Pentos.

"roar"

The sharp dragon's roar resounded throughout the entire coast. The giant snake-like Corakxiu slowly climbed up the cliff of the coast, and its huge dragon head gently pressed against its owner.

The Red Queen, who was lying asleep next to her, was enjoying Rhaenys's wiping. The old princess carefully cleaned her partner's scales.

They arrived at the negotiation venue early.

"Damon, what do you think?" Rhaenys couldn't help it and walked to Damon and asked. "I saw the conditions given by Viserys, the false title of royal prince, the title of border governor, a piece of land, and the engagement that will take who knows how many years to be fulfilled. Maybe they will accept it now, but what about in the future?"

Rhaenys looked into Daemon's eyes. "I don't believe you haven't considered the future. Whether Princess Rhaenyra can successfully succeed to the throne, and whether the descendants of Targaryen can suppress the descendants of Vareses. They are also descendants of the Dragon King, and Silver Wings will also give birth to dragons. Egg. We can't completely prevent the descendants of Varese from getting dragons."

Damon reassured. "This is something for future generations to consider, Rhaenys. When my brother is still sitting on that iron chair, my wife's inheritance rights are undisputed, but once my brother leaves, Rhaenyra and I are no longer in King's Landing. "

"I'm glad you finally realize that." Rhaenys smiled. "The secular perspective determines people's vision. Although the lords have all sworn allegiance to Princess Rhaenyra, once there is a change, I am afraid that only the female Duchess Jeyne of Arryn Valley and the Northerners who abide by their oaths will stand firm. On the princess’s side. But have you figured out how to win them over for the princess?”

"Princess's children are all good children." Damon sighed. "I will lobby the families in the Borderlands to accept them, and Prince Jakaris and Prince Lucilis will serve as their squires until they come of age."

"Did they agree?"

"This is Xiaojie's initiative." Damon looked towards the horizon.

Two giant dragons penetrated the sea of ​​clouds. Flying this way, there is a faint shadow of a sail swaying on the sea level.

"Was Wormisle that big before?"

Rhaenys' expression suddenly became serious. Damon's face also became serious.

As if sensing the change in her master's mood, the Red Queen, who was lying on the ground, instantly raised her spiked dragon head and roared at the sky.

Not to be outdone, Corakxiu stretched his neck and roared.

They were answered by the long dragon roar of Vormithor.

"Wormisor, land." Longzell put on the "Dragon Knight", but did not wear the helmet of that slut. There was silver blood hanging from his waist, and the coat of arms of the Varese family "Silver" was painted on the cloak. Dragon and Bay Leaf”.

The huge Bronze Fury slowly landed in the open space, followed closely by Silver Wings.

"Wormithor is at least a bit bigger than when he was on Dragonstone Island." Damon was familiar with the wild dragons that often appeared on Dragonstone Island, and he immediately discovered something was wrong. "The bronze scales are also a lot brighter, the dragon horns are a lot thicker, and the silver wings are a lot bigger." He also saw the armor worn by the two teenagers who climbed down from the dragon saddle and the armor hanging from their waists. Long sword.

Even Prince Daemon was stunned for a moment before regaining consciousness.

"Welcome, cousins." Rhaenys greeted him with open arms.

Ronzel and Valar looked at each other and bowed at the same time. They were the same generation as Daemon and Rhaenys. He deserves to be called a cousin.

"Longzell, long time no see." Damon pressed the Dark Sister and said.

"After so many years, cousin Damon, you are still as handsome as before." Long Zell responded with a smile.

"We bring a proposal for the Iron Throne," Daemon said. "King Viserys has made you an offer upon learning of your decision to return to Westeros."

"I'm all ears." Long Zell stood in front of Damon and said with a smile: "I brought back thousands of ships, countless gold and silver, silk, spices, treasures, tens of thousands of young men and craftsmen, and 6,000 soldiers, I am responsible for their food.”

"Understood." Damon nodded. "The Iron Throne will recognize the royal status of the Varese family, because Princess Senela is still a member of the royal family and canonize you as 'Royal Prince'. Valarr and Rey can also use the title of 'Prince' or 'Prince' title."

Ronzel just looked at him without speaking. Seeing that his brother was silent, Valar also closed his mouth.

"The Iron Throne hopes to marry the Varese family, and the last two Dragon King families should have blood intertwined."

Long Zell crossed his arms and nodded. This is the most direct way for Westeros to accept their clan.

"But as far as I know, the Targaryens probably don't have any daughters of the right age."

"So we are making a marriage contract for the next generation." Daemon added. "The daughter of the Targaryen family will be with your descendants, or Prince Rey."

Longzel nodded. "I can understand the dilemma of the royal family, but you haven't answered my question yet."

"The royal family is sincere." Daemon opened his arms, and Rhaenys naturally opened the map. "The royal family offers you the following territories, the royal fief 'Midsummer Plain', which is located on a highland at the northern foot of the Red Mountains, with fertile soil and mild climate. The royal family has negotiated with the lord families of this location, the Dondarrion family and the Swan family. The Dondarrion family is willing to hand over the village and land of Gaohengang to you, hoping that you can provide shelter for the Dondarrion family and defend against the invasion of the Weir family of Dorne. In addition, the land, population and mineral deposits of the Valley of the Balance, the Border of Choice, the Border of Risk, and the Expansion Peak will also be your fief."

Longzel looked at the map and did not speak for a long time.

"The southern foot of the Red Mountains are the stubborn Dornish lords. The Iron Throne promises that all the territories acquired by the Vareses family in Dorne will belong to you. In addition, the royal family will grant you the title of 'Governor of the Borderlands', and the lords of the Borderlands are obliged to accept your orders in wartime."

Longzier looked at Daemon, as if he wanted to know what else he could say.

"To show my sincerity, my stepson Prince Jacaerys volunteered to serve as your squire if you are willing to accept the faith of the Seven Gods." Daemon readily gave the conditions.

"Cousin Daemon, the Dragon King family never believes in gods, even if they really exist." Longzier said. "But if necessary, we will also pay respect to any gods."

Daemon nodded. "My stepson Prince Luthris will soon finish his studies in Climax City and serve as Prince Valar's squire, and my son Prince Aegon will also serve as Prince Rey's squire at the age of 8."

He smiled and said, "The royal family welcomes the return of allies and relatives."

Longzier narrowed his eyes.

Valar was already confused.

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