Chapter 31 Dominate All Living Things and Burn the Venomous Snake

King's Landing.

This city not only has the Red Castle where the royal family lives and the comfortable houses where the nobles live, but also has more random shacks, mud houses made of rammed earth, and layers of dilapidated multi-story buildings. The vast majority of the city's 500,000 people live in this environment.

The nearby royal territory, the Reach in the south and the developed sea trade maintain the normal operation of the city, so that the civilians do not starve to death, and there is also a "brown soup" made of some unknown thing to drink, and even Wealthier citizens and craftsmen can still taste some meat from time to time.

The black-haired woman excitedly ran home carrying a basket. Next to her were more equally excited people. Some were carrying baskets covered with cloth, and some were holding packages, but everyone's face was filled with joy. Smiling.

The woman pushed open an old wooden door and got into the low mud house. In the small room, the kitchen and the bedroom were in the same room. The simple bed was covered with dirt, but the bedding and the thatch on the bed were very clean. The sick and guilty little girl sat on a chair with one leg and looked at it helplessly. Holding mother.

"Mom, I'm hungry."

The woman hurriedly put down the basket, "Okay, good boy, there is something delicious today. Where is your father?" The woman quickly took out several bottles and cans from the basket, as well as two or three fresh carrots, a cabbage, and a handful of peas. , two pieces of bread that were obviously still soft, with not much impurities visible. What's more important is that there is a large piece of marinated meat, which seems to be fish.

The little girl's eyes were immediately attracted by the bacon. "Dad is looking for you."

"What happened to the market today?" A tall man with silver hair and a silver beard came in from outside. As soon as he came in, he saw his wife chopping cabbage and carrots quickly and throwing them into the pot on the fireplace.

"Someone in the market gave out free meat today, as well as low-priced salt and spices." The woman poured the peas and a handful of oats from her stock bag into the pot without raising her head, stirred vigorously, and then Chop the bacon into pieces.

"They said that a member of the royal family returned from the east and wanted to meet His Majesty the King. His men sold some of the excess food to us people at low prices."

The woman also threw the minced meat into the pot. "This meat is actually quite fresh, and there is enough salt. No need to add salt this time."

The man smiled and touched his daughter's face. "Girl, don't worry, we have meat to eat today." He turned back to look at the woman. "My dear, why don't you come back with more meat and bread."

"Not enough money." The woman pushed the pile of bottles and cans over. "It has salt, pepper, cayenne pepper, nutmeg, a little saffron, mint and a little clove. Blessed Mother, the monk said before that the medicine to cure the girl's illness contains saffron and nutmeg. Blessed Mother, blessed Blessed Mother ”

The man also tapped his chest seven times. "Seven Gods bless you, thank you Holy Mother."

"The market will be open until three days later." The woman stirred the paste in the pot, cut three pieces of bread with a knife, and brought them over with the paste in the bowl.

The man placed the largest piece of bread in front of his daughter, took a smaller piece of bread himself, dipped it in the paste and ate it. "Okay, I'll go to the Blacksmiths Association later to advance the wages and buy more grain and meat to store up."

"Don't forget your daughter's medicine." The woman smiled as her daughter took big mouthfuls of the paste with a rich meaty aroma. "When I arrived late, I was bought by all the dignitaries."

"I know." The man picked up the bowl and swallowed the paste without hesitation. He picked up the bread, wiped off the residue and swallowed it. "I'll go now."

The number of blacksmiths who came to the Blacksmiths Association to pay their wages in advance today was beyond the man's imagination. He relied on his large physique to squeeze in and received two silver deer with broken corners and more than a dozen copper plates.

"Listen, if the president hadn't been considerate of you, you wouldn't have gotten a single copper today."

The finance officer's harsh voice still echoed in his ears, but the man only had one idea at the moment, to get to the market as soon as possible.

The market is already crowded.

"Xiu Fu, why are you in such a hurry?" A blacksmith who was familiar with the man stood behind him holding a huge piece of bread and looked at the anxious Xiu Fu curiously.

"Any more saffron and nutmeg?" the monk asked loudly, standing on tiptoe. The people in front turned back to look at this reckless man. The stall owner shouted back with an impatient look. "Yes, yes, just wait in line and pray to the seven gods for blessing if you can buy it."

When the blacksmith heard Xiu Fu's needs, he immediately understood Xiu Fu's purpose. He leaned in and whispered in his ear: "Xiu Fu, stop crowding here and go to the pier. All the goods in the market come from the pier. "

"How do you know?" Xiu Fu asked with a surprised look on his face.

"I have a relative who works as a rat catcher in the Red Castle." The blacksmith's face was a little envious when he talked about the Red Castle, but when he mentioned the rat catcher, his face fell again. "I heard he said that three princes riding dragon gods returned from overseas. They brought enough wealth to buy half of the kingdom. The king personally knighted the three princes and asked the archbishop to anoint them and baptize them. The princes were grateful It is not easy to rule over the people, and we have specially provided you with good things at low prices or even for free. Come to the port. "

Xiu Fu immediately ran away, he didn't want to squeeze in anymore.

The faint voice of "Long live King Viserys, long live Prince Ronzel" could be heard in his ears, but he also left it behind.

Although the city of King's Landing on this day was filled with cheers of "Long live King Viserys, long live Prince Longzel, the gods bless the prince given by the gods".

Just when Xiufu successfully bought grain, meat, and urgently needed medicines and spices from the dock, and ran home with a package half as tall as a man, it suddenly became dark.

He couldn't help but look up.

The bronze dragon roared and flew south, followed closely by the silver dragon.

People cheered louder.

But there was no peace in the Red Keep.

Viserys sat next to his beloved model of King's Landing, playing with the Valyrian steel ornaments that Ronzel had given him. I don’t know what I’m thinking. Until Damon opened the door and walked in.

The two brothers were silent for a long time.

Until Viserys spoke first: "Xiaojie and Xiaolu did a good job." He handed the jewelry to his brother. "I am very satisfied that the kingdom has such an heir."

Damon looked out the window in the direction where the two giant dragons were flying away, and suddenly sighed and said nothing.

On the tower platform of the Red Castle, the one-eyed Prince Aemond looked quietly to the south, with unspeakable envy in his remaining eyes. Longzel presented the royal family with a very pure sapphire, the royal family's craftsmanship plan. Use it to create a gorgeous prosthetic eye for the one-eyed prince.

My brother, Aegon the Great, was wandering off somewhere again. Except for the daytime audience ceremony where I could see the drunk guy with pimples and dark circles on his face, the rest of the time I searched the Red Keep and couldn't find this damn ridiculous brother. .

Emond couldn't help but sigh.

Brother Corran is a missionary appointed by the Archbishop and is responsible for the overall conversion process of the Varese family. On this issue, this learned ascetic is conflicted. He really wants to help a group of lost lambs return to the embrace of the Seven Gods. , but the other party with dragons and pagan beliefs is also doomed to have difficulties in this mission, although their young leader readily accepted the baptism of the archbishop.

As soon as he boarded the ship, Brother Corran received a warm reception. The chief retainer, Vansen Kaon, personally poured him a glass of red honey water and claimed very seriously that he respected his beliefs and did not prepare alcoholic beverages. .

Brother Corran, who was greatly honored, drank the glass of water naturally.

Then he had a strange dream.

The seven gods in the dream looked at him lovingly as he prayed devoutly, but unknowingly, the faces of the seven gods changed that he did not notice.

They became Long Zell's face. Long Zell, who was masculine, elderly, feminine, and skeletal, looked down at the devout monk at the same time.

Then the scales grew and the dragon's wings flew high.

While Brother Colran indulged in prayer. The seven-headed humanoid dragon has been crowned in stars, fire and blood.

"God is the dragon, and the dragon is the god. Praise the seven gods, praise the ancient kings, and praise the great dragon Zell Vareses." This was Brother Collen's first words after waking up.

"Bring the bridge down!" A masked man wearing copper scale armor and a spiked helmet shouted loudly, raising a spear. The densely packed Dornishmen were following the soldiers holding the long bridge, constantly throwing javelins and arrows at the simple castle in front of them.

The castle is not big, the black basalt walls have been tested for a long time, and the bottomless dry moat has protected the castle countless times. The white stars and purple lightning on the black flag declare the ownership of the castle.

The Dondarrion family of Darkport City.

The Dornishmen held up the flag of the ankle-biting snake. These bandits from the city of Weir colluded with the nomads and wildlings in the Crimson Mountains. They burned the villages and fields outside Blackport City with great force, massacring the young and raping the women and children. , Sir Davos Dondarrion, the heir of Lord Edric Dondarrion, unfortunately died from a poisoned crossbow arrow by the Dornish people. Also killed with the heir were 12 knights, more than 100 cavalry and more than 400 infantry.

"Maester, has there been a reply from King's Landing?" Count Edric ran across the city wall with his shield in hand and entered the tower. "When will our new border governor come to rescue? Have Nightsong and Stonehelm responded to their messages? Where is Storm's End?"

The maester raised his head tremblingly: "Master Jon has not replied yet. Nightsong and Stonehelm said they are in danger of being defended, and Storm's End has not replied either."

"Seven levels of hell." Earl Edric tightened his breastplate, held up his shield and got out. There was a sound, and a javelin pierced the Earl's shield, startling him.

Dondarrion's soldiers fired arrows one after another, hoping to slow down the progress of the Dornish attack.

But their long bridge is still getting closer.

"Dragon!" a sharp-eyed soldier suddenly shouted. The count looked hastily in the direction pointed by the soldier.

Nothing.

"You" the Count was so angry that he was about to explode.

But he saw the Dornishmen under the city suddenly panicking, dropping their siege equipment and fleeing backwards.

"Come back, come back, don't panic, archer, archer." The commander saw an unforgettable scene in his life.

The giant bronze dragon that covers the sky slowly rises from behind the Black Harbor City. The dragon's eyes are cold. The silver-haired boy on the dragon's saddle is wearing gorgeous scale armor and a helmet with the dragon's wings spread out, coldly conveying to his companions. got that instruction.

"dracarys"

The commander watched helplessly as he was swallowed up by the dragon flames and turned into a piece of coke without even saying a word.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

Vermisor climbed a certain distance, flattened his dragon wings, and glided in the direction of the Dornish people's retreat. The raging dragon flames tilted like water, and the battlefield was filled with the miserable howls of the Dornish people. Of course, more of them were directly incinerated. Into a pile of coke.

Silverwing also arrived at the battlefield at this time. Valar lay on the dragon saddle and shouted "Dracarys" excitedly. Silverwing followed behind Wormithor obediently and spit out flames.

The Dornishmen who were just so arrogant now seemed to be in purgatory.

The banner of the serpent slowly turned into ashes in the flames.

Along with it, more than 1,000 looters who fled in panic also turned into ashes.

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