The Season Has Changed!

"The Onion Knight" was not an indecisive man.

On the contrary, his ability to sail the seas and accomplish the feat of relieving Storm's End of its grain shortage proved he was not short on courage and had a precise grasp of timing.

Plop!

Davos knelt on one knee, his heart pounding against his chest like a drum, yet his resolve was unmistakable:

"Your Grace, in other matters, I may not be suitable."

"But in sailing and dealing with people, I've traveled as far as the Wall and to Pentos across the Narrow Sea, and I'm confident I'm second to none."

"I, Davos Seaworth of the Flea Bottom, a smuggler who has lost his way but found it again, beg you to give me a chance to steer for you, to exchange loyalty for honor."

His words were sincere, carrying the determination of a commoner to seize an opportunity for a better life.

However, he did not receive an immediate response.

Daeren gazed at him, and from the straightness of his back even as he knelt, he saw a self-respect no less than that of a true knight.

It was merely his low birth that buried his talent.

Like a piece of gold hidden in the mud, waiting for a discerning eye to find it.

Now, it was time to let this gold shine.

Daeren's expression turned serious: "Davos Seaworth, do you crave honor?"

"Yes, Your Grace."

Davos took a deep breath and answered truthfully.

Daeren questioned him: "If I command you to be knighted, are you willing to abandon your past transgressions and embrace a new life?"

"I couldn't ask for more!"

Davos looked up, his eyes full of earnestness.

"Very well."

Daeren bent down and personally helped him up.

And informed him.

He would find a true knight to knight him and guide him toward the righteous path.

"Now I've seen it all,"

Lord Owen muttered inwardly, feeling as sour as if he had eaten a raw lemon.

The Small Council.

"Your Grace, please be merciful. The dungeons of the Red Keep cannot hold so many prisoners."

Count Simon, the Minister of Justice, pleaded desperately, abandoning all pretense of dignity.

Several days had passed since the purge of King's Landing.

The Gold Cloaks had rounded up and sifted through the criminals, still holding over eight hundred and seventy people.

Nearly nine hundred!

Never mind whether the Red Keep's dungeons could hold them all; the cost of providing even meager sustenance to the prisoners daily was a considerable expense.

"Lord Simon, it's not that I don't sympathize with you, but I have other plans."

Daeren unexpectedly appeared at the Small Council, taking the seat of the Hand.

The positions of Prince and Deputy Commander of the City Watch certainly did not qualify him to participate in the Small Council.

But he was deeply favored by his father and held the only armed force in King's Landing.

As soon as he returned from the Mud Gate, he was escorted by several royal ministers to the Small Council.

The King and the Hand were once again absent.

Lord Simon, puffing his beard in anger, demanded, "Your Grace, what exactly do you intend to do?"

"Indeed, Your Grace,"

Count Chessed, the "Ship of Treasury," chimed in.

In this Small Council, two of the four ministers were the main proponents of dissuasion.

Daeren had nothing to hide and stated clearly: "I have already ordered the acting Grand Maester to send ravens to the Wall, informing the Commander of the Night's Watch to send men to collect the prisoners."

Beyond the Wall lay the White Walkers.

The Night's Watch was the frontline force defending the Seven Kingdoms.

Coincidentally, the Night's Watch was short-handed, and he had captured a large number of criminals.

He believed the Commander of the Night's Watch would be very willing to supplement his numbers.

"The Night's Watch?"

Varys's gaze shifted.

The other three ministers exchanged glances, unable to find fault.

In the Purge Plan, all prisoners who escaped execution were guaranteed to be sent to the Wall, cloaked in black.

For King's Landing, it was merely the removal of a group of unstable elements.

But for the Night's Watch on the Wall, they were the best possible recruits.

"Master of Ships," Lys nodded silently, "This method is feasible."

Hailing from House Velaryon, assisting the royal family was the responsibility of every patriarch.

Having already offended Prince Rhaegar, he leaned more towards Daeren, the King's favored Prince.

Especially since Daeren had already gained control of the City Guard.

Judging by his strong hand and decisive nature, he was no weaker than the headstrong Prince Rhaegar.

With the prisoners assigned a destination, the meeting concluded without further resolution.

After everyone dispersed, Daeren did not leave.

He kept the Kingsguard captain, Ser Gerold, who represented the King, behind.

"Prince, I'll stand watch."

Ser Jon greeted them and went to the doorway to keep an eye out.

Daeren understood.

He then turned to Ser Gerold.

Knowing that Sun Essence could help Dragon eggs hatch, he was even more determined not to let go of the Dragon eggs belonging to House Hightower.

He had to get his hands on them.

"Ser..."

As soon as he spoke.

Ser Gerold sighed helplessly and spoke first, "Prince, I am willing to write a letter, sent back to the Hightower as a family correspondence."

"Really?"

Daeren became serious.

Ser Gerold replied, "I cannot say more. If my nephew, Lord Leyton, is interested, he will give you a reply."

"That's enough!"

Daeren pressed further, "What does Lord Leyton require? Even a seat on the Small Council, I can clear one for him."

In his memory, House Hightower of Oldtown had always been a renowned great noble house in the Seven Kingdoms.

During the Dance of the Dragons, they were the main faction of the Greens.

Only afterward did they gradually become more low-key, rarely engaging with power.

The current Small Council was filled with sycophants who only knew how to flatter his father, Aerys, and slander his elder brother, Rhaegar.

With his influence, removing one of them was not an issue.

If necessary, he could even give up his teacher Tywin's position as Hand.

"Prince, absolutely not."

Ser Gerold was startled and stopped him, "Lord Leyton is not interested in power. If you wish to give him a gift, some special crops or items would suffice."

His nephew, Leyton Hightower, was researching the arcane at the Hightower, almost to the point of obsession.

These past few days, after hearing Ser Jon's persuasion, Leyton had subtly indicated that Prince Daeren possessed many special crops and items.

And they were of extremely high quality.

They would surely satisfy his nephew Leyton's preferences.

"No problem."

Daeren immediately promised.

As long as they could return the Dragon eggs to him, let alone mere special crops and items.

He could even procure a special Cow that stably produced milk containing Vitality and give it as a gift.

Such a special Cow that produced valuable livestock products.

Currently, in the entire Seven Kingdoms, only the fruit cellar of Lord Owen's family possessed one.

It was priceless.

That evening.

Daeren stayed at the farm.

It was the last day of spring; tomorrow would be summer.

Before the season changed, he needed to sell his crops and non-essential items in advance.

Two batches of Strawberry, harvested, two amethysts, one jade, one large egg.

Once the money comes in tomorrow, summer development can begin.

2:00 AM.

The panel settlement appeared on time;

[Farming: 5760 Gold] [Foraging: 380 Gold] [Fishing: 0 Gold] [Mining: 520 Gold] [Other: 95 Gold] [Total: 6595 Gold]

Daybreak.

Spring gives way to summer, the climate shifts.

"Cluck cluck cluck!"

The first rooster crow of the morning, Daeren opened his eyes and got up.

He checked his panel immediately.

Summer Day 1, Monday, Windy, 6:00 AM.

[Gold: 8489 Gold]

"Dragon Tongue Farm|N>> only has four months a year, 28 days per month."

Daeren was mentally prepared.

It was just a season change.

The farm and the outside world operated on the same timeline.

Daeren wouldn't age a year just because the farm did.

Summer Day 1, he turned on the TV punctually.

[Weather Forecast]: "Tomorrow... sunny... perfect for foraging..."

[Fortune Telling]: "Sprites are happy today, you'll be lucky."

[Living Off the Ground]: "Summer is here, you can plant all sorts of new crops!"

"Take hops, for example."

"It takes a while for the vines to grow, but once they do, they bear fruit daily."

"So, good luck!"

Daeren picked up the red Dragon eggs still warm from the fireplace and smiled, "First summer, it's time to go to Dragonstone."