The magical energy around Oldtown's Dragonpit had grown so dense that even Danyla was somewhat astonished. Transformed by the weirwood, the surging magical energy had condensed into wisps of mist inside the Dragonpit.
After returning to Oldtown, Antheros devoured dozens of fat sheep in one sitting, then immediately returned to her lair to sleep. The dense magical energy nearby and plentiful food were ideal for healing her injuries.
Even Dreamfyre and Myracis loved the surroundings. Had Danyla not kept calling them out to work, they probably would have fallen into a deep sleep just like Antheros.
Under Rouge's administration, Oldtown had not only regained its former prosperity, but its residents' lives had also become more comfortable, peaceful, and vibrant.
Oldtown no longer had any slums. Anyone who was not physically impaired or genuinely lazy could find a reasonably well-paid job. Thanks to the Oldtown Garrison's strict enforcement of the law, nearly all the thugs and layabouts had been sent to the World Islands as salt slaves.
As for the elderly, weak, sick, and disabled, or households without an able-bodied worker, they received relief supplies sufficient to cover their basic needs once the Church and the Oldtown Garrison had verified their circumstances.
Against the backdrop of this world, the lives Oldtown's residents now led seemed like a legendary paradise to ordinary commoners.
Although tensions had been high in the Seven Kingdoms recently, Oldtown had Danyla's protection and lay tucked away in southwestern Westeros, so ever more ships came to trade there instead.
What was more, Oldtown's Dragonfire Wine, New Paper, and porcelain, along with Sunhouse Castle's sunflower oil, essential-oil soaps and other essential-oil products, and fruit wines, all sold extremely well. Naturally, merchants flocked there from across the world.
Sunhouse Castle had a warm climate, abundant rainfall, rolling hills, and a