If there is any news from Red Keep, Mesalia will leave people along the way to deliver it. Those intelligence nodes remaining between Red Keep and Dragonstone will ensure that the necessary contacts are not interrupted.
And he only needs to follow the route on the map and complete the path he has been preparing for.
The ship arrived at Dragonstone in the evening of the same day.
The sun has begun to set, coating the entire island's outline with a dark red sheen that looks like it has been roasted by fire.
There were already several attendants waiting on the dock. When the ship docked, they came up to meet it and moved the supplies wrapped in oilcloth and leather ropes neatly.
When Redd stepped off the ship and stepped on the rough volcanic rock ground unique to the Dragonstone dock, he felt the familiar and steady touch under his feet.
He has lived on this island long enough that even with his eyes closed he can recognize the texture and temperature changes of the ground in different areas.
He did not go back to the castle first, but walked directly in the direction of Dragonmont.
From the pier to Dragonmont, there is a dirt road that has been walked countless times and smoothed by footsteps.
There are some low shrubs growing on the roadside, tilted by the sea breeze. The edges of the leaves are curled and covered with a layer of gray-white salt frost.
The sky in the distance shows a gradient color transitioning from orange to indigo, with a thin golden line on the edge of the clouds.
The entrance to Dragonmont is in a depression surrounded by mountains on the north side of the island. The rock walls on both sides have been artificially trimmed, and huge stones are used to build two high walls that extend deep. This not only maintains the circulation of air inside and outside the mountain, but also leaves enough passage space for dragons flying back and forth.
As I approached, hot air surged out from the entrance, which was more than ten degrees higher than the air outside, carrying a smell of sulfur, volcanic ash and Demon Dragon scales.
As soon as Redd walked into the passage, he felt the heat that was continuously radiating from the depths of the rock walls on both sides - it was the magma and geothermal heat flowing slowly inside this modified active volcano. Through the artificially dug ventilation holes and heat guide grooves, it was evenly distributed to every corner of the entire Dragonmont.
Jaehaerys and Visenya are squatting on a flat rock near the entrance of Dragonmont.
Jaehaerys was wearing a small dark coat, and the edges of his boots were stained with volcanic ash. He looked like he had just emerged from a corner not long ago.
Visenya was sitting next to him, holding a leaf that he had picked up from nowhere and that had been dried by the wind, and was turning it over in his palm.
When Redd walked next to them, the two children raised their heads at the same time.
Jaehaerys looked a little surprised. He tilted his head, as if to confirm that the figure walking from a distance was indeed his father, and then shouted, "Father."
Visenya shouted afterwards, the sound was crisp and crisp, like a crushed stone rolling across a wooden board.
Redd stood next to them and did not say anything in a hurry.
He first raised his head and looked around - the rock walls on both sides glowed with a dark sheen unique to the heat in the twilight. In the distance, there were several smaller dragons curled up on the ledge and taking a nap, their tails hanging in the air and swinging slowly.
His eyes fell on the two larger outlines rubbing against the two figures: one was dark gray, with a layer of dark red around the edges of its scales that resembled charcoal fire, and was much larger than the surrounding dragons; the other was red, with scales glowing like molten lava in the afterglow.
Cannibal and Aegon, these two dragons are lying behind the two children, forming a natural barrier that is neither close nor far away, but can take a step forward at any time.
Cannibal's eyes are half-closed, as if it is taking a nap, but if you look closely at its breathing rate, you can find that its airflow rhythm is exactly in sync with the ups and downs of Jaehaerys's sitting posture, like a big dog that is absent-minded but always caring.
The tip of Aegon's tail was tapping gently on the ground, unhurriedly, as if humming a beat that no one could hear for Visenya.
Redd walked up to Cannibal, without bending down or reaching out, but just stood in the gap between it and the two children.
Cannibal opened his eyes. The golden vertical pupils shrank slightly, as if to identify who was standing in front of them.
Cannibal is a ferocious and violent Demon Dragon. It once ate two baby dragons and even tried to challenge the majesty of King Ghidorah.
But it didn't show any aggression at the moment, it just looked at him like that, with calm and focused eyes, as if to confirm that the person in front of it was not a threat to it, nor was it a threat to the little boy behind it.
Redd looked into its eyes, then turned to Jaehaerys: "It won't bite you?"
Jaehaerys shook his head, as if the question itself was strange, "It won't eat me."
He said it matter-of-factly, as if stating the fact that the sun rises in the east, "It likes me to touch its chin. If I touch it for a long time, it will fall asleep."
Redd took a look at Cannibal's chin - there was indeed a scale there that was lighter in color than other places, as if it had been touched repeatedly.
He looked at Aegon again. The crimson Titan Demon Dragon was leisurely rubbing its chin on Visenya's shoulder. Visenya giggled and avoided the rough edges of its scales, and then stood on tiptoe to touch the scale on the side of its mouth that was larger than an adult male's hand.
Redd stood between the two children and the two dragons for a while, looking from Cannibal to Aegon, and from Jaehaerys to Visenya.
He didn't say anything more, he just reached out and patted the top of Jaehaerys's head, then lightly touched the ends of Visenya's hair, then turned around and walked towards the depths of Dragonmont.
King Ghidorah had already landed first and was waiting for him on the open platform in the central cave.
Its three heads swayed slightly in the dark red light emitted by the volcano, and the heat flow brought by its breath drew several slowly dissipating arcs in the air.
Redd walked up to it, looked up at the three heads, and looked at the pair of golden eyes that were sizing him up. "Take them with you."
King Ghidorah's head in the middle tilted slightly, as if he heard clearly or was confirming the details.
It didn't make any sound, it just turned its head and glanced at several passages in other directions of the cave.
In those passages, dozens of pairs of golden eyes were lighting up one after another, changing from a state of deep sleep and semi-awake to a slight commotion.
Those Demon Dragons felt something was about to change. Some stood up, stretched their wings, and made a low sound of loose joints; some just raised their heads and looked in the direction of King Ghidorah with vigilant and waiting eyes.
There are hundreds of Demon Dragon, and nearly half of those left on Dragonmont are adults and can already fly long distances.