Chapter 67 The Secret Agreement between Silver Dragon and Wolf

The welcome at Fish King Square did not last long. After learning that the most important purpose of the trip could not be achieved, Longzel and Count Desmond briefly communicated on the trade issues between the two companies. Count Desmond promised It will open the port to the fleet of the Varese family, reduce taxes, and promise to purchase goods produced in the Varese workshop. Longzel also agreed to invest in the construction of workshops and distilleries in White Harbor, and recruit local workers to produce silverware and thick ale - both of which are also White Harbor's dominant industries.

Lord Desmond Manderly strongly invited Ronzel to attend the banquet in the Mermaid Palace. He prepared a feast of lampreys for the prince and prince, as well as countless seafood and enough ale to make everyone in White Harbor drunk. But Ronzel refused.

"We have enjoyed many feasts and feasted on Dragonstone. Now all we need is a warm bed and food to feed the dragon."

Lord Desmond was eventually persuaded by Ronzel and instead distributed the feast to the poor in the town. He arranged a residence for the prince and prince in the Mermaid Palace. However, Longzell and Jakaris decided to appease their dragon first. Since Jakaris came to Dragon Nest City, he also changed the habit he developed in King's Landing and no longer chained Womax.

Although the dragons are very wild, in fact, after accepting the order of their master, mortals do not mess with them, and they are happy to only enjoy the food delivered to their door. For example, they prefer the 30 pigs and 20 longhorns brought by the Knights of White Harbor. A woolly sheep, not an armored Knight of White Harbor.

"Okay, there is no one else here now." Longzell took the brush handed over by Jakaris and carefully cleaned the dirt left by the long flight on Womisol's body, while Womisol enjoyed himself comfortably While his partner was cleaning, he was devouring the freshly roasted fat pig. The young prince looked at the gray-eyed boy who had been hiding in the corner of the square and signaled that he could come out and speak.

"Gray eyes." Jakaris looked curiously at this young man who, although only 5 or 6 years older than him, looked similar to Long Zell, even more mature. "Are you a Stark?"

The young man looked at Jakaris and couldn't help being stunned for a moment, but he straightened up immediately. "I am Cregen Stark, Warden of the North, Duke of Winterfell. Welcome to the North, Prince Longzel, Prince Jakaris."

Long Zell stopped washing his scales, and Wormisor turned his head strangely, glanced at the child who interrupted his partner to clean himself, and snorted with dissatisfaction. Of course, the wind was just a little stronger.

But Cregan resisted the hot wind blown by the dragon and stood up straight.

"Duke Cregen?" Ronzel bowed slightly to show courtesy: "I'm sorry that the warm halls of Winterfell were not included in this travel plan, but why did you come here, and why didn't Sir Bennard come with you? ?”

Cregan Stark is just 15 years old this year, and his uncle Bennard Stark still serves as regent in the North. However, the young duke's martial arts and outstanding political abilities have long been sung in all the villages and castles in the north. More than one noble proposed to Bernard Stark that the young duke should take charge as soon as possible, but unfortunately they were all rejected by the regent.

"I'm here for you, Your Highness." Cregan Stark has the straightforwardness of a northern man, and he is not willing to waste time on these issues. "You are the new Dragon King, and it is necessary for the Stark family to tell you the secrets and truth of Westeros."

"Please tell me." Ronzel motioned for Cregan to sit next to him, then pulled Jakaris to sit cross-legged on the cobblestone ground. Wormisor lazily raised one of his wings, and the huge brown wings enveloped the three of them.

Cregan also sat in front of them without ceremony and spoke in a lowered voice.

"The history of the Stark family can be traced back eight thousand years ago. After the long night, our ancestor Brandon the Builder built the Great Wall with the help of many ancient peoples."

Longzell recalled the original flame prophecy and the scene he saw when he came to the North. The majestic ice wall that stretched for 300 miles and had a peak of 700 feet left a deep impression on him. The huge amount of magic Frozen within the city walls, anyone with supernatural powers would be so shocked by the unimaginable magic that they would question what they have learned.

That thing is definitely not used to defend against the savages beyond the wall. Ronzel knows this very well.

"Although people now think that the long night, eternal winter and the dead man riding an ice spider are absurd fairy tales, every Stark who takes over the ice sword and swears to lead his people through the cold winter knows clearly, This is not a myth. Every long winter may extinguish the fire of life, Prince." Cregen's voice was as cold as iron, but Longzel could feel the enthusiasm in the boy's heart.

His blood magic vision allowed him to see more, and he saw roaring wolves and endless ice and snow. He saw tall, knotted weirwood trees and faces dripping with red sap.

This child was burdened with so many things that Long Zell couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"Is this the reason why Torrhen Stark is willing to surrender to the conqueror?" Although Jakaris has some doubts about the authenticity of the story, he still likes to fantasize at his age. He would rather believe that this is true, and it can indeed explain some things. Things, such as Torrhen Stark's quick kneeling, and various things that King Jaehaerys I and Queen Alysanne did in the north, including but not limited to new land grants, strengthening the Night's Watch, and building new castles on the Great Wall. measures.

Cregan looked at Jakaris with some appreciation and nodded: "My ancestors saw that the conqueror could integrate the broken Westeros. He believed that a unified and complete Westeros would be more likely to survive. Winter. It’s true.”

"So why are you here to tell me this? Duke." Ronzel said with a smile.

"Because you also hold the most majestic weapon in the world, Your Highness." Cregan looked at the dragon. "Only fire can melt the ice, and only the summer wind can disperse the ice and snow. Queen Alysanne once flew to the Great Wall, and Her Majesty the Queen was riding your brother's dragon Silver Wings, but even an adult dragon , and refused to fly over the Wall. I think the dragons are also aware of the danger beyond the wall, so I come to tell you that there is not only politics and intrigue in Westeros, but also real danger from the north."

The young Duke paused. "Real death."

"Thank you for your information, Duke." Long Zell thought of the blue eyes in the prophecy, and couldn't help but recall the phantom pain in his mind. "So what should I give? Help you take back your power?"

Cregen shook his head: "My duty is only to inform you of the danger from the north." He couldn't help but want to touch the dragon, but he still restrained the young man's impulse. "I shall take back the power that my uncle holds. Your Highness, I just want an agreement, an agreement made by my ancestors and the conqueror."

Ronzel straightened his back formally, and Jakaris also made a serious face.

"If winter comes, the long night opens, the dead are resurrected, and the Great Wall is in danger, I hope that you or your descendants can ride the dragon north and fight with Stark to fight against the ultimate threat to mankind. Your Highness, this is a request."

"I understand," Longzell realized what Cregen was talking about. This was also the reason why the gods invested in him.

The movement of the Song of Ice and Fire has already begun. If the Cold God succeeds in sending cold wind and night to this world, then in the end all that will be left is true silence.

"Then make an oath, Duke." Longzell opened his palm and motioned for Cregan to catch it.

The little Duke was a little strange, but he still did as he was told, reaching out and placing his hand under Long Zell's palm.

Five drops of silvery blood dripped down, and merged into Cregen's body in the blink of an eye.

"In the name of my blood, I make an oath with the blood descendants of the Stark family. If the Stark family is still willing to shed their blood for the survival of the fire of human life when the long night falls and winter has arrived, Watt will The Reizes family will fully support this."

"Thank you for your understanding." Cregan's voice was sonorous and powerful. "The wolves of House Stark will abide by their eternal oath and their agreement with you until the last Stark bleeds dry. Your Highness, winter is coming, Stark will never forget, and Stark will never surrender. "

Ronzel's Grand Parade ended in White Harbor.

But the construction of Ronzel will continue for several years or even longer.

Four months passed slowly, the internal facilities of Dragon's Nest City became more and more perfect, and the godswood was planted. Cregan Stark specially asked the Mandler family to send an ancient tree with a history of thousands of years from the north. Weirwood. To decorate the castle with the godswood,

The basic structure of the Summer Hall has been completed. The milky white city hall, the purple Varese Summer Palace, the marble cathedral and the huge summer market have all begun to take shape. There are more and more taverns, shops, and workshops. Neatly arranged in blocks. Construction of the city wall also began.

But the first thing to be erected was a huge competition venue outside the city.

In addition, the military port of the Varese fleet was also completed. It was built at the port where the city of Weil was originally located. After the castle was destroyed, Ronzel ordered workers to build a building called " The tall fortress of "Fort Nebula" overlooks the military port "Silver Dragon Port" under construction. The simple wooden wharf where the Varese fleet was originally built has been expanded into a huge wharf that can accommodate thousands of warships. The shipyard has also Work has begun on the construction of warships.

In the decisive frontier in the north, Longzell planned and built a huge seaport town "Liquor Port" based on the black port hundreds of years ago. This town is centered on the solid stone castle "Liquor Palace" and is located There are a large number of workshops, wineries and vineyards in Varese, and the merchant ships of Varese are also anchored here.

In the south, Ronzel also plans to build a town with a seaport. He plans to name it "Silver Crown City". However, half of the land that the prince likes is in the hands of the Yronwood family, so he can only build the two northern towns first. A port.

Time passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye, it was the time when animals were in heat.

Checking in for the second update, I am a little late today and have exceeded 3,000 words. The update will be earlier tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. The author has something to do in the evening, so I will try my best to complete the double update before 17:00.