There wasn't much hesitation.
The deep pressure brought about by continuous "undercover", the lack of sleep in recent days, and the neurasthenia at night made him unable to help but have a small "explosion".
Reinafo looked around to make sure there was no one else here.
He knelt down, spoke as softly as possible, and whispered to the resting white falcon, "I know you understand what I'm saying, right? Can you help me tell Mr. Earl so that I can go back early?"
The pressure here is really too great. My colleagues talk about naval heroes all day long, and use all kinds of praise and flattery, which makes me restless."
The old youtiao's face seemed to be a bit unbearable. Renafer let out a long breath, with a bit of helplessness and annoyance in his mouth.
"And at the beginning, Earl clearly told me that only three weeks would be enough----
But now three weeks and three weeks, three weeks and three weeks, it's almost ten weeks! Sir!"
After lamenting to this point, he directly regarded Bai Falcon as Starpike Earl who was far away in the frontier. He raised his voice slightly, and his face was filled with frustration and the restlessness of wanting to complete the task as soon as possible and "retire after success": "----If Mr. Earl still doesn't close the line", if he continues like this, I can talk to Lucerys Earl is competing to be the commander of Royal Fleet!"
After saying these words, Renaver stared closely at the white falcon opposite, expecting it to give him some reaction.
Although he didn't know what the "reaction" would be.
But.
The white falcon just stood there quietly, its amber eyes still bright, but without any extra movement, as if it was just an ordinary bird of prey, indifferent to the complaints and complaints of stupid humans.
Renafer smiled bitterly to himself: Sure enough, he was overthinking.
How could a falcon understand what he said? No matter how sensitive it was trained to be, it would still be impossible----
Maybe I was under too much pressure during this period and I was almost hallucinating.
Just when he was about to stand up and put this absurd idea behind him, the white falcon on the carpet suddenly moved.
It jumped forward, spread its wings, hovered slightly, and flew lightly to the desk in the captain's cabin.
And with his sharp golden beak, he lightly pecked the animal skin paper spread out on the table.
Then he raised his head again, and the eagle's eyes stared straight at Reinafo. His expression - if the eagle really had an expression - was clearly somewhat anthropomorphic.
Renafor was completely stunned.
Follow its gaze to the parchment on the table and directly "understand" what it means. Tell him yourself.
"This is--you--not--"
Renaver opened his mouth wide, too shocked to say a complete sentence, and he didn't know what to say.
He stared blankly at the falcon-shaped messenger standing on the desk for a while, and then looked at the mailbox in his hand. For a moment, it was his turn not to know how to "react".
The candlelight was still swaying, and the sound of waves outside the window seemed to be getting clearer.
Outside the cabin, the night outside Dragonstone was as dark as ink.
further away.
Dark clouds came slowly, covering the moonlight.
The wind was blowing loudly and the thunder was muffled.
Over Dragonstone a few days later.
Dark clouds piled up, squeezing each other and converging, becoming denser and thicker than the previous few days, as if a heavy rainstorm was brewing.
Dragonstone's sky changes its face before the sea surface.
The leaden gray clouds were like a flock of sheep driven by Giants, surging from the east direction of the Narrow Sea, gradually swallowing up the skylight near Dragonstone.
Dragonstone is located at the exit of Blackwater Bay. The size of the island is second only to Driftmark not far to the west.
It was once an island formed by the eruption of an active volcano, and there was a small fishing village on the island.
Of course, the most eye-catching thing is the Dragonstone Castle built on a high place.
The castle was built with advanced masonry technology from Valyria. Its craftsmanship was lost after the "Doomsday Catastrophe", making this place unique among the castles in the Western Continent.
The castle is made of black stone, and the exteriors of the surrounding towers are carved in the shape of dragons. Along the black stone wall, there are battlements made of gargoyles of different shapes.
Most of the designs in the castle are related to dragon elements: the smaller dragon is used to decorate the frame of the door opening; the dragon claws extending from the wall are used as a torch stand; the huge stone wings wrap the Smith pavilion and armory inside the fortress; the dragon tail forms the arches, bridges and outdoor stairs.
The Blackstone Castle is like a dragon statue entrenched on the cliff. The scale-like stone patterns reveal the unique majesty of the dragonborn under the gloomy sky.
The main building here is called "Stone Drum Tower". Whenever a storm comes on the Narrow Sea, there will be a rumbling echo within its ancient walls, hence the name.
At this time, the wind and rain dropped, and Stone Drum Tower also began to roar.
The whole castle seemed to be waking up from a deep sleep.
In the tallest Flying Dragon Tower, the fingertips of the former Queen Leila Targaryen were holding on to her skirt, and cold sweat soaked her silver hair on her forehead.
Just now, waves of strange pain came from her lower abdomen. She groaned, her back arched, and there was no panic on her face.
The experience of several childbirths made her aware that she was about to give birth.
"Fetch the maester."
With a forbearing tremor in her voice, she directed her maid, "---- Prepare hot water and clean linen, and move quickly."
When mother and son left King's Landing, they did not take any more Red Keep maids with them.
When the careless young maid stumbled out of the room with a panic look on her face, uneasy ripples also appeared on the sea outside the island.
The originally calm water gradually turned into deep black, and the sound of the waves hitting the rocks became deeper and heavier, like the rhythm of a giant beast breathing after it was forced to wake up.
Dragonstone Fleet's battleship group was docked at their military dock. The huge sails had not yet been furled, and were blown by the strong wind. The crew members were busy furling the sails and reinforcing the cables. Their faces were solemn and surprised.
Many people have never seen such a rapid and violent storm.
Lightning pierced the sky, as if striking Dragonstone directly below.
The queen was taken into the delivery room that had been prepared by her servants, and her labor pains suddenly intensified.
Leila's body twitched violently, and her screams of pain broke through her throat, echoing in the tower made of black stone. Her silver hair was scattered on the pillow, her face was as pale as paper, and her lips were bitten until blood stains oozed out.
Black Earl's "Gynecological Master" and the Bachelor of Dragonstone Castle were standing at the head of the bed, directing the actions of the maids in the room while quickly preparing the delivery equipment. The bitter taste of herbs and the salty smell of sweat permeated every corner of the room.
At the same time, the sea surface around Dragonstone completely "boiled".
The wind roared and swept across. The wind was so fast and powerful that it could set off waves as high as thirty feet.
Both the fleet docked at the pier and the warships cruising outside the island were at a loss. Some of the large ships were severely tossed up by the waves and then heavily smashed down.
In this rioting bad weather, it is like a toy boat in a child's hand in a bathtub, being blown away by the strong wind, the torrential rain,
I was tossed around involuntarily by the waves.
A huge storm is landing on the nearby sea, sweeping the entire Dragonstone.
"Crack boom!!
There were another series of muffled thunder explosions, and heavy rain poured down. The big raindrops fell heavily on the deck, making an extremely dense crackling sound, blurring the sight of the soldiers on the ship.
The warship cruising outside was bumping violently on the tip of the waves, and the tilt angle of the ship's hull was almost about to overturn itself.
The solid hull groaned under the load, the planks were cracking, the mast was bending, and the canvas was crushed by the strong wind and turned into rags dancing in the heavy rain.
The crew above and below the deck were struggling in the heavy rain, but manpower was ultimately no match for the violence of the natural disaster, and everything happened so quickly. Under the panicked cries for help, the crew members were swept into the turbulent waves one by one and disappeared ------
As the storm grew stronger, the pitiful cries in the Feilong Tower delivery room became louder and louder.
The queen's birth was not smooth.
And outside the delivery room separated by a wall.
The eight-year-old silver-haired little prince stood by the corridor, holding the railing tightly with his little hands, listening to the screams in the room, and looking at the chaos outside the tower, a look of uneasiness gradually appeared on his melancholy face.
The education he received turned him into a melancholy prince.
Red Keep coach William Darry is a burly man with a gray beard. He is the white-robed Sir Jon·Darry who died in the hands of "White Eagle" and Farmer's Keep whose territory was cut off. Brother of Earl Raymond·Darry.
This middle-aged coach who comes from a family full of loyal House Darry and whose family crest is "Farmer Plowing" is actually a standard knight. He seems to feel the same way as the little prince. He frowns and comforts in a low voice. "Prince, don't be afraid, the queen will be fine, and the castle will protect us."
Survival or destruction, how can we easily weigh the sharpness of this choice?
The silver-haired prince responded in a low voice, "I am the king----Sir William, you should call me king."
Someone has said that anyone who declares "I am a king!" cannot be a true king at all.
The little prince's voice was low and without confidence.
Sir William didn't take it seriously. He had watched the opponent grow up. He immediately wanted to kill him by touching his head, but found that the opponent had a golden crown on his head, which was inconvenient, so he had to squeeze the little king's shoulder.
"Yes, you are the king."
The little prince who had just announced his new identity was obedient and allowed Sir William to comfort him.
The commander of Royal Fleet, Lucerys Earl, was indifferent to the interaction between the two. He was standing by the window worriedly, his long silver hair and silk clothes were messy by the wind, and the "silver seahorse on the sea green background" seemed to be dancing on his chest.
Velaryon's ethnic language is "ancient, true, brave". I don't know how much of these three qualities are still retained in this Driftmark Earl?
At least until now, he still represents Velaryon and stands with Targaryen.
Although House Velaryon has never been a dragon master, they have been House Targaryen's oldest and closest subjects and allies for many centuries.
-Whether the latter is the Dragon King of Valyrian Freehold or the King of Westeros.
There was also a tacit cooperation between the two families. "Targaryen rules the sky, Velaryon rules the ocean".
It seems that Velaryon---- was born to be loyal to the dragon family.
No matter if the opponent has a dragon or not.
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