Onion Knight Davos Seaworth

"Are you arresting a criminal?"

Lord Owen stepped forward.

He saw at a glance that Daeren's Prince had been attracted by the commotion, and of course, he wanted to cater to his interests.

The two Gold Cloaks stopped their actions and responded.

"My lord, he's a smuggler, and the goods on the boat are contraband."

"Smuggler?"

Lord Owen sized up Davos and then inspected the cargo on the black sailboat.

Several sacks of onions and beef brisket.

Davos quickly said, "My lord, these are just supplies I bought for my family, definitely not... contraband."

At the word "contraband," his ordinary face tensed, as if he had truly suffered a grievance.

"Dishonest!"

One Gold Cloak moved as if to strike.

Lord Owen waved his hand, speaking logically, "Hundreds of pounds of onions and over fifty kilograms of beef, can your family eat all that?"

"Or, can you, an honest fisherman, afford to buy so much beef at once?"

Although he was being treated like a fool, it didn't mean he was a fool.

"My lord..."

Davos tried to argue further, but was roughly silenced by a Gold Cloak.

If it weren't for the lord's presence, he would have been beaten down long ago.

Seeing the man fail to argue, Daeren thought for a moment and stepped forward.

Lord Owen said, seeking credit, "Prince, he's a lying smuggler, caught red-handed."

Daeren nodded slightly.

A small sailboat carrying so many supplies, any discerning person would know it was smuggling.

Ordinary people couldn't afford beef.

"Wuwuwu~~"

Seeing the young Prince in person, Davos cried out emotionally, wanting to salvage the situation.

He was truly unlucky.

He never had problems smuggling before.

Today, he wasn't intentionally smuggling; he had just returned from the sea and happened to bring back some supplies to resell.

He never expected to be caught by the Gold Cloaks.

Daeren saw this and said, "Release his mouth."

He still needed to confirm if the person was who he thought he was.

"Thank you very much, my lord."

As soon as Davos was released, he gasped for breath and put on his best demeanor.

Daeren looked him up and down and said, "It's Prince Your Highness, if we were to be formal."

"Apologies, Prince Your Highness."

Davos immediately corrected himself.

Daeren asked, "What is your name?"

"Uh..."

Davos hadn't expected the Prince to ask his name, and quickly replied, "Davos. Davos·Seaworth, Prince Your Highness."

Just then, a Gold Cloak found a wooden box while searching the black sailboat.

"Prince Your Highness, this box contains a gift for my child."

As soon as he saw the box, Davos became anxious.

The Gold Cloak ignored him and opened the box, revealing a yam, white with blue streaks.

"Special wild plant!"

The Gold Cloak's expression changed, and he immediately presented it to Prince.

The small yam, shaped like a water radish, emitted a faint coolness. It was indeed a special crop.

Daeren was surprised, "Snow Yam."

In Stardew Valley, there were specific collectibles for each season, and Snow Yam was a winter collectible.

This yam, imbued with Vitality, strongly resembled the Snow Yam from his memory.

"It's over."

Davos's vision went black, despair filling his heart.

How could anyone be this unlucky?

Daeren accepted the box, unbuckled his coin purse, and tossed it to two Gold Cloaks, telling them to split it.

As for Davos Seaworth...

"Your name is good, it brings me luck."

Daeren praised him, then added, "Lock him up. I'll interrogate him myself after some time."

"Yes, Your Highness."

The two Gold Cloaks roared, escorting the prisoner with all their might.

Davos was shoved and dragged away.

When people are unlucky, even drinking cold water can get something stuck in their throat.

Just after the King's Landing purge, the Gold Cloaks' patrol area was limited to Cobbler's Square and Silk Street, they couldn't possibly cover Mud Gate.

Lord Owen had brought Daeren to see the ships, and the latter had only brought two Gold Cloaks as escorts.

By sheer coincidence, they had captured Davos.

"Onion Knight, what a coincidence!"

Daeren's lips curled upwards.

"Onion Knight" Davos Seaworth.

Looking back at the show, he was one of the most popular characters.

Just, wise, resilient, loyal without being sycophantic to his liege...

This man was a true talent!

To ensure no mistakes, Daeren specifically instructed, "My Lord, that smuggler looks like an old sailor. He can be put to good use when repairing the ships."

"No problem."

Though he didn't understand, Lord Owen showed his respect.

Daeren, holding the wooden box filled with mountain yams, slowly departed.

The jaunty tune he hummed indicated his mood had improved.

The King's Bedchamber.

"Hahaha, well done!"

Aerys, with disheveled hair and a slovenly robe, sat on his bed laughing triumphantly.

He had already learned of his second son's good deeds.

Slaughtering those bloodsucking worms on the Iron Throne, then commanding the City Guard to clear out criminals in two major districts of King's Landing, rescuing a large number of innocent children.

He had done an excellent job!

Count Chessed, who had reported the intelligence, had already left. Only two figures remained in the room.

Ser Gerold was responsible for guarding the King.

At this moment, the loyal White Knight's expression was complex. He stood in place, silent.

Prince Daeren's actions were well-intentioned.

But allowing his subordinates, the Gold Cloaks, to crack down on criminals so heavily would cause a huge stir among the populace of King's Landing and the views of the noble lords.

Not to mention, the dungeons of the Red Keep were already almost full of prisoners.

It was a truly dangerous signal.

Varys, frowning, stood by the other side of the bed.

He had been summoned by the King to provide intelligence.

Seeing Aerys's unrestrained behavior, he felt extreme disappointment and didn't want to waste any more words.

This kingdom could not be destroyed now.

"Ultimately, I will have to choose one among the heirs to the throne."

Varys sighed inwardly.

Aerys, oblivious to others' concerns, happily declared, "Summon Daeren. His King wishes to see him."

Varys retreated as if granted amnesty.

Noon, 12:30.

Daeren walked out of the King's bedchamber, letting out a long breath.

Successfully deceiving a king father is not easy.

Successfully deceiving a king father with mental issues is even harder.

"Your Majesty has already retired."

Ser Gerold walked out, gently closing the door behind him.

Daeren said understandingly, "Thank you for your hard work, Sir."

"It is my duty."

Ser Gerold hesitated, then took out a secret letter. "Your Highness, this is a letter Prince Rhaegar asked me to deliver to you."

"Big brother?"

Daeren was taken aback and opened the envelope to read.

This time, the handwriting wasn't his sister-in-law Elia's. The writing style was extremely concise.

The content was roughly:

Rhaegar had just returned from overseas to Dragonstone. As he hadn't received his previous letter, his wife Elia, worried it might affect their brotherly bond, had written a reply on his behalf.

Now that Rhaegar had returned, he was writing a personal reply, inviting Daeren to the island for a meeting.

"It's exactly as I guessed."

The familiar feeling returned.

Daeren was curious that Rhaegar would go overseas; he hadn't heard of him having such experiences before.

But with the Red Comet having already descended, nothing was surprising anymore.

On the other hand, Daeren glanced strangely at Ser Gerold.

Well, well, the seemingly honest and upright "White Bull" Gerold Hightower.

Appearing loyal and dutiful on the surface, but secretly already entangled with Rhaegar in unclear ways.

No wonder during the grand occasion of the "War of the Usurper," as the Captain of the Kingsguard, he obeyed Rhaegar's orders and went to the Tower of Joy to protect Lyanna "the she-wolf."