Chapter 3 Father's Notes: Blood and Magic of Valyria

"I think you have dealt with everything after my death very well, my child.

I am sorry that I finally saw you in this way.

I am not a good father, because of my willfulness and stupidity, you brothers have been named the sons of a bitch princess since birth.

Of course, I know you won't care."

Longzel curled his lips. Continue reading.

The font is still beautiful and neat high Valyrian noble cursive.

"Everyone has secrets, your father and I have secrets too. As for what this secret is, hehe, it doesn't matter anymore. I have taken it to the grave, and you don't need to know."

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Longzel resisted the urge to throw the book away and turned to the next page.

"Your father has been absurd for half of his life and sober for half of his life. At the end, I realized that you are the golden finger given to me by the damn gods. A natural blood wizard, if there is no way to confirm it, your father and I almost thought you are the same as me."

"Fingers made of gold?" Longzel scratched his head in confusion.

"I thought I could master the magic in the family legend, or at least the blood of Vareses could let me hatch a dragon, but I was wrong."

Longzel could see the regret and dissatisfaction of his father, who was usually casual, between the lines.

"I have recruited countless magicians, some of whom are indeed capable, but unfortunately, there are more liars. If you have the opportunity to go to Qarth in the future, remember to help your father spit in the Temple of the Immortal, the ass of the gods. Although those wizards are a little capable, they actually want to suck the blood of your father and you. Humph, if I had a dragon, I would spray them first."

"You want dragons and want to be possessed by magic, right?" Longzel said in his heart. But he understood his father's layout, so he always arranged according to his father's plan.

After all, which Valyrian boy can resist the charm of dragons?

I don't know how many midnight dreams he had, he dreamed of himself soaring in the sky and bathing in the moonlight.

"But your father is still lucky. I finally made something. My child, I hope these results can help you complete our big plan.

First of all, I believe you have read the books brought by Dr. Vesalius, learned about the ancient legends of different regions, and the history of the Valyrian Free Fortress. Then, do you have such questions? Why did the Valyrians rise? Why does a nation that has been silent for thousands of years have such a strange appearance? Why can the noble blood among us control the dragons? Where do the dragons come from?"

"Of course I have." Longzel answered subconsciously.

"I have too. I have read all the documents of the family and the documents brought by those magicians. There is no doubt that the Valyrians are absolutely not a naturally occurring race. There are elements of magic in our blood. My child, do you still remember the language of the Vareses?"

"My blood flows silver." Longzel muttered in his heart. He had some guesses about this question, and now his father's notes may be able to prove his guesses. ,

"My blood flows silver, this is our clan language. In the Westeros, your mother's clan language is 'Blood and Fire are of the Same Origin'. Have you discovered? We, the Dragon King families, cherish and emphasize blood. In the Free Fortress era, the forty Dragon King families either intermarried or committed incest within the clan. This was not only to prevent the blood from leaking out, but more importantly to preserve the magic elements in the blood. Son, you are a natural blood wizard. Pure blood is nothing more than a piece of cake for you. I believe you also understand that the source of blood wizard magic is blood. Not only blood wizards, but also in the fire magic system of the Red God R'hllor, as well as In the shadow magic system of Asshai, blood sacrifice is an important part. And our Valyrian steel, according to the records in family documents, also requires blood in the smelting process.

Blood is the currency of the magic world.

This is the motto of equivalent exchange, and the blood of us descendants of the Dragon King family is more precious. Your blood magic is far stronger than all the blood wizards your father and I have seen, which is also the source of my confidence. "

Longzel frowned. He certainly knew that his blood was very powerful. Weapons stained with his blood would be sharper, and poisons added to his blood could even be ten times more powerful. He can use blood to locate others, hear the voices of people who drink his blood, and use blood to manipulate animals.

But he didn't understand the source of his father's confidence.

Their big plan was not complicated. Cleolius designed a set of extremely complex blood magic runes, which were said to resist the curse of the sea of ​​smoke.

They wanted to find the missing army of Orion Vareses and the dragon eggs he brought with him.

"The blood of the Valyrian Dragon King, plus blood magic, do you understand now? Son, what I want to reproduce is the process of the ancient Valyrians taming and hatching dragons. The family has always had a fleet lingering on the edge of the Sea of ​​Smoke. What we can be sure of is that the central part of the Sea of ​​Smoke is extremely dangerous. This area includes the city of Valyria and most of the former Freehold. So no matter what, you cannot enter these areas. But as for the edge, I believe that under the protection of magic, you can take a small number of people in to explore.

The western edge of the Valyrian Shattered Peninsula includes the swamps that the Valyrian Road passes through, the fortress city that was once the Mirathison family, a city of our family, a fire wizard tower of the Galethos family, and the manors of several small families. This information comes from the family's collection of books. If you are brave enough, you can explore these areas to your heart's content. But be cautious.

We tried to restore Orion's route back then. Before he disappeared completely, his army last appeared in the swamps on the edge of the peninsula. If his army did not enter the heart of Valyria, then their location was probably between the family's city 'Vathor' and 'Tower of Galethos'.

The Varezes family once served the Valyrian god 'Vormithor' in the Free Fortress era. He is the god of forging. So the family mastered the manufacturing technology of Valyrian steel before its destruction. If you can reach 'Vathor', then you will be prosperous. At least Valyrian steel will not be lacking.

In the Free Fortress era, the dragon kings used volcanoes and magic to hatch dragons. Today, after the fall of the dragons, the Targaryen dragon kings of the Sunset Lands rely on the pure blood of newborns to hatch dragons. No matter where the dragons come from, at least so far, only our blood can control them.

That's enough. Child, you have the blood of the two major dragon king families. I believe your blood purity is even no less than those dragon kings back then. I'm sorry, child, for letting you take on this dangerous mission, but I believe you can do it. I'm sorry that my father is not a good father and let his children bear his ambitions and dreams. "

"Everything is for the family." Longzel clenched the pages of the book. "For the family. For Valar and Rey and them"

"My child, may honor always flow in your blood, may the blood of Varezes never dry up, and may the glory of the dragon Xingtian return to the family. "

Longzel raised his head and closed his eyes.

It seemed that something crystal clear fell quietly.

The shadows moved, and a bearded man in a red robe quietly walked out of the shadows.

"Lord Longzel, are you ready?"

Longzel opened his eyes and put the notebook back to its original place.

"Please start, acolyte of the Red God."

"As you wish." The red-robed monk lowered his head. "Son of God."

Bentaro Mansion.

The towering orange trees blocked the scorching sun of Volantis, but the expensive wine was spilled all over the floor.

Mogul Bentaro, the patriarch of the Bentaro family, looked at the little Cavedo who fell in the arms of two terrified beautiful slave girls, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

"Lord! Lord! We really don't know, the master just keeps asking for wine." The male slave begged and hugged the master's feet, and big tears rolled to the ground. Then he saw his body.

"Humph. "Mogul stretched his foot to the slave girl beside him with some disdain, asking her to lick the stains on his shoes. The Unsullied beside him silently retracted his battle axe.

"My Lord, no known poison was found on the young master." The doctor slave with a snake tattoo on his face crawled and said.

"I don't have such a stupid son." Mogul suppressed his anger. "Prepare the golden sedan chair, we will go to the Megaya Palace."

"Yes."

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