Intelligence on the Second Dragon Egg

The next day, the sun rose as usual.

Someone discovered the dead Pycelle, who was judged to have slipped and fallen down the stairs due to old age.

This was not uncommon.

Many great nobles in the Seven Kingdoms died falling down stairs in their old age.

"Damn it, that old geezer Pycelle is dead just like that."

Illyrio, wearing a bathrobe, was shocked and angered by the Grand Maester's unexpected death.

That old thing, who would concoct calming medicine for him now?

Who knew when the Citadel would elect the next Grand Maester.

Daeren interrupted, "Father, what are your expectations for my position?"

You couldn't directly ask about a position; you had to talk about future expectations for it.

Illyrio clearly didn't care about Pycelle's life or death, only annoyed that no one was providing him with services, and turned away, forgetting about it.

"You will serve as Deputy Commander of the City Watch, assisting Lord Manwoody in managing public order."

"That's all, don't bother me again."

Daeren was dismissed from the royal chambers.

"Deputy Commander of the City Watch, a good start."

Daeren said, rubbing his temples.

He hadn't drunk any alcohol.

Neither in this life nor the last had he been someone who understood wine.

The first time he killed someone last night, he had half a cup of Summerwine to liven things up, and his head hurt until this morning.

"Strong liquor shouldn't be drunk in a hurry, Prince."

Someone reminded him from the side.

Daeren saw that the person was "White Bull Ser Gerold" and smiled, denying it, "No, just a couple of drinks."

Ser Gerold said seriously, "The Summerwine from Dorne, Ser Arthur Dayne's favorite. Anyone who has tasted it once will never forget that flavor."

"Alright, Ser."

Daeren gave a wry smile, "I'm about to take office and I'm a bit too nervous to sleep."

"There's no need to be embarrassed. Men must learn to drink, just as they must learn to ride and wield a sword."

Ser Gerold was sincere and offered friendly advice.

It was a rare opportunity, so Daeren chatted with him for a few more sentences.

He hadn't paid much attention before, thinking the other person was just rigid.

After talking, Daeren found Ser Gerold to be a person with a rough exterior but a thoughtful interior, often able to provide the most practical answers from your perspective.

This reminded him of a past historical event.

Still from The Dance of the Dragons Chronicle

During the Dance of the Dragons, the Black and Green factions erupted into war, one of which was the renowned Battle of the Honeywine.

The story took place after the "Battle of the Honeywine".

King's Landing fell, and the Green faction dispatched Ser Rhaegar Thorne of the Kingsguard to escort Prince Maelar, the youngest son of Aegon II, to Oldtown for refuge.

But they were attacked by a mob while passing Bitterbridge. Ser Thorne was killed, and Prince himself was torn to shreds in the ensuing struggle.

Afterward, the then-Lord of Highgarden, Lord Manderly, led a large army north and passed Bitterbridge. In his rage, he unleashed his troops to sack Bitterbridge.

And Prince Maelar's uncle, the first Daeren of his family, Daeren Targaryen.

Known as "Daeron the Daring," Prince Daeren rode his dragon Tessarion to burn the town and capture the castle of House Caswell, avenging his nephew.

The focus of the story was on the unfortunate Prince Maelar.

As the king's son, he was rightfully entitled to a Dragon eggs.

The Dragon eggs remained intact during the mob's struggle and fell into Lady Caswell's hands.

Before the castle was breached, Lady Caswell, in order to protect several children, returned the Dragon eggs to Lord Manderly and then jumped from the city wall to hang herself.

The last record of that Dragon eggs was that it was brought back to Highgarden by Lord Manderly.

Daeren directly asked, "Ser, does House Hightower possess a Dragon eggs?"

"Uh..."

Ser Gerold was instantly stunned, not knowing how to answer.

Daeren saw the clue from his expression and exclaimed in surprise, "Really?"

That was over a hundred and fifty years ago.

"Sorry, Prince. I cannot reveal my family's secrets."

Ser Gerold shook his head and sighed.

But his words already left plenty of room for imagination.

"I'll be going now, Sir."

Daeren took his leave.

His steps quickened, and his heart filled with joy.

He held a red Dragon egg in his hand, but it showed no signs of hatching for days.

No other meaning.

However, more Dragon eggs were always better.

If he couldn't use them, he could give them to Shayani and Little Jay.

At worst, imitating Daenerys and raising multiple dragons would be an awesome feat.

"Ser Gerold has a high status; he's the biological uncle of the current Hand of the King, Lord Leyton Hightower."

Ser Gerold would surely know if the Hand of the King had Dragon eggs.

He just wasn't sure about the uncle-nephew relationship between Ser Gerold and Lord Leyton.

It was said that Lord Leyton was obsessed with the occult, spending a fortune in Oldtown on exotic plants and animals, and hiring many alchemists.

"No matter what, I must get that Dragon egg back."

Daeren made a firm resolution.

While hatching the existing Dragon egg, he would search for the next Dragon egg.

10:30 AM.

After seeing his sister Shayani and giving her the Silver Star quality Yellow Daffodil, Daeren rode back to his territory.

He had killed someone, and his mental fortitude wasn't up to par.

Rather than stay in King's Landing pretending to be oblivious, it was better to return to his own lands to calm down.

For example, by fishing.

Biu!

On the shore of the mine lake, Daeren cast his fishing rod and sat patiently, waiting.

There were three days left until the 13th of Spring, and he was short 210 gold for strawberry seeds.

Compared to relying on luck for gathering, fishing was clearly a stable source of income.

Sea fish and river fish were difficult to catch, but lake fish were easier to hook.

"I remember the days of grinding levels to catch Largemouth Bass and Fathead Minnows."

Daeren's competitive spirit was ignited.

Gulp!

Suddenly, a soft sound came from the calm lake surface.

"A bite!" Daeren's spirits lifted.

While Daeren was fishing for money, King's Landing was thrown into an uproar.

The Grand Maester died unexpectedly, leaving a vacancy in the Small Council.

However, this was not as captivating.

The fact that the eleven-year-old Daeren was about to be appointed Deputy Commander of the City Watch, assisting Lord Manwoody in governing the security of King's Landing, became a major ripple after the trial by combat.

Many people suspected the King had truly gone mad.

Others were sharpening their knives, eager to seize the opportunity to follow the dragons.

Prince Rhaegar was indeed wise, but he was far away on Dragonstone.

Although Prince Daeren was young, his martial arts were still impressive, and he was more favored by the King, about to take over the important task of King's Landing's city defense.

Any discerning noble in the Seven Kingdoms could see it.

A "two-party" infighting, similar to the Dance of the Dragons era, had already shown signs of emerging.

It all depended on who bet on Prince Rhaegar and who dared to go all-in on Prince Daeren.

Riverlands, Riverrun.

During lunchtime, Lord Hoster was dining with his family.

A long dining table, with the family seated around it.

Lord Hoster was old and sat alone at one corner of the table, able to see the faces of his family from both sides.

As the Tully Family motto goes: "Family, Duty, Honor."

Family always comes first.

On either side of the dining table sat three people.

On the left, a beautiful girl with fiery red curly hair, dignified and elegant.

A lanky, sharp-eyed black-haired man and a young boy with reddish-brown hair sat on either side of the girl.

On the right, in the middle, sat a lean, gray-haired middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and blue eyes.

The middle-aged man had an unapproachable demeanor, exuding a dangerous sense of dark humor.

Brynden Tully, known throughout the Seven Kingdoms as "Blackfish."

To Brynden's right, a handsome blond youth was pestering him for details about the War of the Ninepenny Kings.

Further to the right sat a beautiful, large-breasted girl with red hair.

It seemed by arrangement that the large-breasted girl and the handsome youth were seated next to each other, their arms almost touching.

However, neither seemed interested in the other.

One's gaze was secretly cast towards the black-haired man across the table, while the other was clinging to his idol, "Blackfish" Brynden.