Chapter 76 Dragon Egg Hatching (15, please order first)

Jakaris, who was out of breath after running, was stopped by Hoffa at the entrance of the corridor. He could only lean on the wall and gasp for air.

"Xiaojie, Xiaolu, don't panic." Hoffa took out a spare pot of boiled water from the shelf, poured two cups and handed them to Jakaris and Luslis. Rylian shouted to "Winged Dragon" Yarmor and little Aegon Targaryen who ran over: "Steward, are the dragons still obedient?".

Yamol nodded. He was carrying a huge backpack, and he didn't know what was in it. The long winged dragon tattoo on the steward's face slowly squirmed, and he also replied in High Valyrian: "The dragon is asleep."

The six-year-old little Aegon poked Amor's backpack curiously. He was brought to Dragon's Nest City by Jakaris at the beginning of this year, and he was planning to serve as Rey's attendant and cupbearer when he was older. Joffrey was left by Rhaenyra, and the princess also needed a squire of sufficient status. Little Aegon brought a majestic young blue dragon "Stormy Cloud". What is quite unique about this young dragon is that its single horn grows on its nose, like a giant beast "Rhinoceros" from Sothothros. "The corners are the same, but smooth and beautiful.

When the young dragon just arrived at the dragon lair in Dragon Nest City, he had a fight with Shadow Nightmare, but was bitten on the neck by Shadow Nightmare, who was already close to Arax and screamed loudly. If Silver Wings hadn't separated the two young dragons in time, they might have died. The result will be even worse. Now Storm Cloud has learned to follow Shadow Nightmare very obediently, and has also learned to use Shadow Nightmare's name to snatch mutton from Arax, but in the end, it is often eaten by Wormisor. He was so frightened that he hid back in his lair.

"Yamore, which dragon egg has hatched?" Long Zell watched as the midwife carefully wiped the two babies clean, wrapped the children's delicate bodies in silk, and placed them in the cradle beside the mother's bed before turning and walking out of the delivery room. .

"Your Highness, two of the four dragon eggs, black with white dots on them, and the two gray-white ones hatched." Yamor led the three princes into the delivery room at Long Zell's signal. The steward gently lowered the carrier and pushed it over. The two young dragons slowly woke up in their baskets, grinning and roaring at everyone in the room. The larger black young dragon roared twice and blew out a stream of black smoke.

"Quiet." Longzel shouted in High Valyrian. "Obey and go back."

The two young dragons trembled at the same time and shrank back into their backpacks. Valar lowered his head and tried to see clearly what the little dragon looked like in the basket.

The larger one is a black dragon as dark as night, but its body is dotted with silver-white or silver-gold patterns that look like stars. Its small dragon horns have not yet grown, but its thick body can already be seen. The saucer-shaped dragon horns like a crown have begun to take shape. There are several sharp spines that have just broken through the skin neatly arranged on the lower jaw. Two soft dorsal fins extend from the back of its head along between the wings to the tail. Given time, When the bone spurs supporting the dorsal fin become hard, you can imagine what a ferocious beast this young dragon will be when it grows up.

The smaller dragon huddled behind the black dragon. It was a gray-white baby dragon with no horns on its bare head and neck, and even no scales could be seen. The small dragon head looked more like a lizard or a crocodile or a normal dragon. The giant dragon's head is more like a bird or a toad, but the little dragon has a pair of surprisingly wide wings, and the wing membranes are even connected to the tail. Long Zell noticed that there are several soft strands on the body of the young dragon. Something like a tentacle fell down.

Through his magical vision, Longzell could see the thin connection between the black dragon and his son Ringol, as well as the connection between the gray-white ugly young dragon and his daughter.

"What a strange dragon." Little Aegon's childish voice suddenly came. He knew that there was a baby resting in the delivery room, so he deliberately lowered his voice.

"Shh." Jakaris picked up his brother and gently pressed his fingers against little Aegon's lips. "There are many kinds of dragons, and your Stormcloud is very different from my Womax."

Little Aegon looked at Samantha's cradle curiously. He knew that he had entered into a marriage contract with that girl, but he still didn't understand what marriage was.

"Go and accompany your comrades." Longzel ordered in a low voice in High Valyrian: "Protect them. Until the fateful moment. Amor."

"Here." The loyal steward stepped forward. Lowered his head.

"Let the silver guards in the dragon's lair prepare food for the young dragon." Longzell continued to speak in High Valyrian: "The child's wet nurse will first use the women we brought back. They are more trustworthy and have Valyrian." With Asia's blood and my blood magic, the dragon will not attack them directly until my wife recovers her milk supply. If she is willing, let my wife nurse the child herself."

"yes."

Long Zell turned his head and watched the two young dragons slowly crawling out of the baskets on their backs. After looking around for a moment, as if something was guiding them, the black dragon rushed to Lin Geer's cradle. He turned around and looked at everyone with eager eyes, but soon, the young dragon seemed to understand that these people were his own, and he relaxed. The gray-white baby dragon was much more agile. It even spread its wings and flapped a few times, barely "flying" to Samantha's cradle. However, this baby dragon was gentler than the black dragon. It seemed to realize earlier. The people present did not mean any harm, so they simply glanced at their sleeping companions, then curled up next to the cradle, waiting for their first meal.

King's Landing, a secret underground wine cellar in a tavern.

"Two newly hatched dragons." Larry Strong's mind was still recalling the information he received before setting off, "New dragon king family. Opportunity for turmoil." "Bent feet" echoed a few words in his heart until he reached the opposite side. A young voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Lord Laris, we can consider your proposal." Tigaro Dagarion with long silver hair gently twirled the wine glass. The king's intelligence chief is an elusive chameleon. No one knows Which side does he stand on? He serves the king, the queen, several princes, and also delivers information to Dragonstone.

"But we need sincerity." Tigaro stopped spinning the wine glass. "The Varese family is not interested in getting involved in the political whirlpool of King's Landing. We have our own things to do, Mr. Intelligence Chief."

"I wonder what you think is sincerity?" Larry Strong's voice was very low, but Tigaro could hear every word he said clearly.

"Before I leave, I will leave manpower to open a few taverns in King's Landing." Tigaro said: "All your information can be sent to those taverns, and your consumption in the taverns will be borne by us. But you also have to Protect them like your industry.”

"Oh, then I will never get drunk again? After all, everyone now knows that the silver wine and fruit wine from the wine port are unparalleled in the world." Laris smiled. "Okay, as a sign of sincerity, I will help the prince protect these industries."

"The Varese family never owes favors." Tigaro looked at Laris's deformed feet. "I have a potion that will make your feet less of a torture."

"Haha." The intelligence chief interrupted Tigaro. "I have become accustomed to the blame given to me by the gods. Lord Tigaro, thank you for your kindness. In return, I will share a piece of information with you."

"Please tell me."

The intelligence chief bent down with difficulty and took out a piece of paper from his shoe: "This is the information from Chaotou Island. Lord Corliss is seriously ill. The bachelor judges that the old earl may not be able to survive this severe fever. His brother's son, He is the eldest of his six nephews."

"Ser Wymond Velaryon, I have a bit of an impression of him." Tigarro thought of this man. He had followed Count Collis to attend Ronzel's wedding, but he just didn't sneak into the banquet hall.

"Yes, that's him." Laris glanced at Tigarro and continued: "Ser Weymund made such nonsense in Hull Town and Spice Town on Tidal Head Island. He actually said that Rhaenyra's son was not Sir Laninor. He is not qualified to inherit Lord Sea Serpent's Driftwood Throne, seven hells, what a horrible statement, if our kind king hears it. He even gathered a group of people to claim his inheritance. "

Tigaro listened quietly and did not say anything.

"Our Crown Princess Rhaenyra naturally couldn't stand such treasonous remarks. She ordered Prince Daemon to carry out the punishment according to the law, and the prince did so." Laris lowered his voice again, but Tigaro could still clearly distinguish each word. a word.

"Prince Daemon beheaded Ser Wymonde, but his cousins ​​and sons were not happy. It is said that his brother Ser Marentine is leading people to King's Landing to demand justice from the Council of Kings."

Tigaro's eyes suddenly changed.

This is a big deal.

Because the king is ill, the current people in power in King's Landing are the queen and the prime minister.

Something seems amiss.