But if you don't help me resurrect my dragon, then I would rather destroy this Dragon Egg so that no one can get it!
Besides, it's not without benefit for you to help me."
After hearing Daemon's words, Jinvara was silent for a while, thinking secretly in his heart.
She knows this is a difficult decision because helping Daemon may bring many unknown consequences and risks.
However, she also understood that if she did not agree to Daemon's request, she might miss an important opportunity.
After some careful consideration, Jinvara finally gritted his teeth and made up his mind and said, "Okay, I can help you, but Dragon Egg must be handed over to me first."
Daemon heard Jinvara's answer and immediately responded, "Dragon Egg can give it to you first, but you have to swear in the name of Red God Lord of Light that you will fulfill your promise."
There was a hint of urgency and determination in his voice.
Jinvara prayed without hesitation and solemnly said, "I swear by my faith in Lord of Light, I will keep my promise." Her words were full of determination and sincerity.
Daemon Seeing that Jinvara was so determined, he said nothing more and simply said, "Follow me."
Then, he turned around, took Jinvara and two other people and walked towards Dragonpit below Red Keep.
Along the way, Daemon seemed a little taciturn, while Jinvara followed behind him, full of expectation and uneasiness.
Finally, they came to Dragonpit, Daemon stopped and carefully handed the three Dragon Egg to Jinvara.
Jinvara took Dragon Egg, looked at it carefully, and then nodded with satisfaction.
Then, she asked the other two people to turn around and leave with Dragon Egg, leaving Daemon standing alone in Dragonpit.
However, Jinvara did not leave immediately. She stopped at the exit, looked back at Daemon, and asked, "Where is your dragon corpse?"
Daemon's tone seemed a little depressed, and he said slowly, "Follow me."
After saying that, he led Jinvara in another direction.
When Jinvara's eyes fell on the pile of blackened bones left in front of her, her face instantly became extremely gloomy. No matter how well-trained she was, she could hardly suppress the shock and anger in her heart.
She widened her eyes and looked at the wreckage in disbelief. She couldn't help but feel a sense of being deceived in her heart - Daemon actually deceived her like this!
Jinvara took a deep breath, calmed down, then stepped forward, carefully stretched out his hand, and gently stroked the pile of charred bones.
She could feel that there were still some weak magic fluctuations left in it, but there was not much magic left, and it was also mixed with a cold magic aura, which was obviously attacked by some powerful ice magic.
Jinvara turned his head and said to Daemon expressionlessly, "It is already impossible to revive it intact.
However, I still have a way to 'resurrect' it."
Daemon felt a little relieved when he heard this, but he still asked with some doubts, "Resurrection? What does this mean?"
Jinvara explained, "I will try to collect the remaining magic power in this skeleton, and then you only need to inject this magic power into a Dragon Egg and let it hatch again."
When Daemon heard this, he immediately became anxious. "How long does it take for a baby dragon to grow into an adult?"
Kinvara replied calmly, "I can use some special methods to speed up the process."
"How long will it take?" Daemon asked impatiently.
Jin Wula stretched out five fingers and said slowly, "It will take at least five years, but if you are lucky, it may only take three years at the fastest."
Daemon gritted his teeth tightly, remained silent for a moment, and finally said helplessly, "Okay, just do as you say."
Jinvara slowly stretched out her right hand and carefully took off the blood-red ruby necklace around her neck.
Her movements were gentle and cautious, as if this necklace was an extremely precious treasure.
The necklace shone with a faint red light in her hand, in stark contrast to the surrounding darkness.
Jinvara gently placed it on the pile of charred bones, and then stood quietly aside, watching everything.
The moment she put the necklace down, the ruby suddenly burst into dazzling red light, like a burning flame.
This red light spread quickly, covering the entire charred bones.
What is surprising is that the originally extremely hard charred black bones melted quickly under the illumination of red light like ice and snow encountering sunlight.
In the blink of an eye, the huge dragon bone seemed to be enchanted. It was completely absorbed by the thumb-sized gem in a short period of time and disappeared without a trace.
Jinvara watched all this with an expressionless face, as if he had expected such a result.
She silently picked up the necklace, then took out the ruby in it, handed it to Daemon, and said, "Just find a suitable Dragon Egg and put it on it."
Daemon took the gem that was still glowing with reddish light with some hesitation. His eyes were attracted by the gem, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity in his heart.
He stared at Kinvara and asked, "What do you want to do?"
Jinvara did not answer his question immediately, but put on the red hood to hide his face in the shadows.
Her voice was clear and firm, as if coming from a far away place. "We are just following the will of Lord of Light and not letting the world's process deviate from the track."
After saying that, she turned and left, leaving Daemon standing alone, holding the mysterious ruby in her hand, full of doubts and uneasiness.
Watching Jinvara's retreating back, Daemon always felt like he was being used.
However, House Targaryen's arrogance convinced him that no matter what conspiracy the other party had, they would be vulnerable to the powerful Dragonfire of the dragon.
At the same moment, Rhaenyra was sitting in the boudoir, crying bitterly to his best friend Alicent.
Her face was full of tears, and she emotionally told her pain and helplessness.
"How could I become like this? I turned out to be a tool for marriage!" Rhaenyra shouted angrily, "I don't want to marry that man, I have no feelings for him at all!"
Alicent listened quietly. She understood Rhaenyra's feelings, but she also knew that in this world, the marriage of aristocratic women was often determined by family and political interests, and personal wishes were often ignored.
"Rhaenyra, I know you are sad, but this is the fate of our aristocratic women." Alicent comforted her gently, "Our marriage has never been decided by ourselves."