I Want a Dragon So Bad!

Walking down the corridor, Daeren encountered an unexpected person.

Varys had been waiting for a long time. He cupped his hands in a bow. "Your Highness, please wait a moment."

"Lord Varys, what is it?"

Daeren asked curiously.

He didn't interact much with the Small Council, especially the eunuch spymaster who was always prying into secrets.

Varys smiled slightly. "As you know, I keep many little birds to better gather intelligence for His Majesty."

"Your little birds are to serve me once?"

Daeren grasped the key point.

"It's just to share a rather interesting little discovery."

Varys looked around, lowered his voice, and said, "The news of you beating Lord Gillian reached the Red Keep before His Majesty took his calming medicine."

"What's more interesting is that when Lord Tywin received the news, the Grand Maester was reporting to him in the Tower of the Hand."

"Think about it. I'll take my leave."

With that, he quickly departed.

Daeren watched him walk away, his eyes narrowing slightly.

So, Varys and Pycelle are at odds?

His focus wasn't on Varys's intelligence, but on the relationship between the informant and the subject of the information.

Clearly, Varys wanted Pycelle dead.

Varys's identity is questionable, but his loyalty was guaranteed before House Targaryen fell.

On the other hand, Pycelle is completely a two-faced old bastard.

Daeren quickly made up his mind.

Varys voluntarily provided the intelligence and played the role of the brake in the Great Hall. He could be contacted appropriately.

As for Pycelle...

Daeren's lips curled into a smile.

Afternoon, 3:30 PM.

Daeren and Ser Jon left the city together, on their way back to Dragon Tongue Farm.

Before leaving, he had visited Ser Gerold and Kevon.

His father, Aerys, was catching up on sleep. Ser Gerold relayed a message, hoping Daeren would stay in King's Landing and assist his father in governing.

Unusually, Ser Gerold privately expressed his personal wish.

He asked Daeren to stay in King's Landing to help alleviate his father Aerys's "emotional outbursts."

The scene in the Throne Room where he advised his father Aerys to abandon sending Barristan into battle was deeply etched in many people's minds.

Kevon was wrapped up like a mummy, finding it difficult to even turn over in bed.

Fortunately, they were all superficial wounds, no broken bones.

Kevon's will was entirely aligned with his brother Tywin's. Facing Daeren's visit, he showed a degree of goodwill.

He also relayed a message: Tywin hoped Daeren would take up a post in King's Landing.

This time, Daeren agreed.

Regarding the position, he declined a courtly role and expressed his willingness to become a member of the City Watch.

Colloquially known as: "Gold Cloaks."

The City Watch had a long history. The Gold Cloaks, however, were a nickname earned among the common folk during the peak of House Targaryen's power, when Prince Daemon Targaryen took over the command of the City Watch and implemented sweeping reforms.

This was because Prince Daemon unified the disparate equipment of the City Watch, replacing it with breastplates, chainmail, and iron rods, and provided each man with a golden woolen cloak.

From then on, gold became the dominant color of the City Watch.

Daeren's reason for choosing to join the City Watch was pure: this was the only royal-funded armed force in King's Landing.

Staying in King's Landing without controlling this force would be a waste.

Ser Gerold and Kevon, upon learning of his intentions, would surely convey them to his father Aerys and his teacher Tywin.

Dragon Tongue Farm.

Daeren walked alone along the Kitsuchi path, the farm entrance now in sight.

Ser Jon had been sent out to scout the terrain.

Today was the fifth day of spring. According to the game's settings, the mine by the lake should be open.

Buildings require stone, and crafting items requires various ores.

Mining is an essential part of Stardew Valley.

"Woof woof woof~~"

A small, dusty nose darted out from the bushes, blocking Daeren's path.

Daeren: "A dog?"

"Woof woof~~"

The little gray dog looked less than a month old, squatting at the roots of a tree by the farm entrance, panting with its tongue out.

Daeren suddenly realized, the panel had sent a dog.

In Stardew Valley, pet ownership allows you to choose between a cat and a dog, both delivered to the farmer on the fifth day of Spring.

"Then I'll take it."

Daeren smiled and reached out to pet the puppy.

Dogs in the game are not very useful; once affection reaches full hearts, there's a chance of receiving junk items with each pet.

It's different in reality.

A puppy is a great helper for guarding the house.

"Woof woof~~"

The little gray dog seemed to understand it was being taken in, its tail wagging furiously.

"Let's go."

Daeren pinched the puppy's scruff, the fate of its neck.

The little dog was very well-behaved, not struggling at all, its four paws tucked against its belly.

"I'll give you a name, let's call you doro."

"Woof woof~~"

The first thing upon returning to the farm.

Watering, petting the chickens, collecting eggs, checking the mailbox...

After finishing farm chores, the time reached 18:30.

Inside the cabin.

Daeren rubbed his hands together and placed the washed Bruce doro by the fireplace to dry.

After a bath, the puppy's color would change from gray to white, and its messy fur would become naturally curly.

"Woof woof~~"

doro stared intently at the fireplace, where a large oval egg lay amidst the flames.

"silly dog, a hundred of you wouldn't be as valuable as one of these."

Daeren grabbed doro's upper lip, easily shattering the dog's dragon-slaying dreams.

The Dragon eggs had been brought back by him and placed in the fire of the hearth.

In the original story, Daenerys hatched three petrified Dragon eggs by accident through blood sacrifice after the Red Comet appeared.

Daeren's situation was slightly better.

The Red Comet had arrived early, and the Dragon eggs still held a trace of vitality.

The prerequisite for hatching Dragon eggs was magic.

It was clear from the books that after the Dance of the Dragons, the world entered a low-magic period with the ebb of magical tides.

Dragons died out, Dragon eggs couldn't hatch, and wizards and sorcerers couldn't cast spells...

Now it was different.

The early arrival of the Red Comet not only brought magic back to the world but also triggered a surge in magical power.

The special crops and Vitality on the continent were strong proof.

"My chances of hatching Dragon eggs have greatly increased."

Daeren gazed at the Dragon eggs, deeply captivated by their red scales.

No man dislikes a dragon.

The imp Tyrion even pestered his uncle Tygett for a dragon, even a newly hatched wyrm, to match his small stature.

Not to mention Daeren, who possessed dragon blood.

Daeren: "I... I want a dragon so badly! I dream about it! I want it so much!"

"You must hatch soon; I'm waiting to conquer the world with you."

Daeren was too infatuated, ignoring the scorching heat, and reached into the fireplace to stroke the Dragon eggs, which were already at a high temperature.

Sizzle!

The flame brought pain, and the high temperature of the dragon eggs caused wisps of white smoke to rise from the moist palm.

"Woof woof!"

Doro's dog eyes widened, and its puppy teeth bit down on the farmer's sleeve, tugging him back with all its might.

"I'm fine."

Daeren was as calm as could be. He withdrew his hand and examined his palm, his fingers only turning pale from the burn.

He wasn't immune to fire, but his dragon blood was potent.