Many weapons and armors made by Valyrian steel were not completely destroyed in the apocalyptic disaster, but were only broken and deformed.
Although the old weapons and armor fragments found in the ruins are no longer their original shape, the material itself still maintains the characteristics of Valyrian steel.
As long as these broken weapons and armors are reforged, they can be made into new weapons.
Recasting Valyrian steel requires special processes and recipes, and that technology has been lost after the Doomsday Disaster.
Douglas follows Redd's instructions to find craftsmen on Free Cities and Westeros who can recast Valyrian steel,
But such craftsmen are hard to find, and the methods for recasting are well hidden. Some families pass down recasting methods as family secrets from generation to generation and never let them out.
Redd knew very well that it would take a long time and a lot of effort to find such a craftsman, so he asked Douglas to list this task as a long-term task, and there was no need to rush it.
It was already more than ten days later when Redd met Laena.
News came from Volantis that after Laena waited at the port for several days, the next batch of material transport fleet set off together and crossed Smoking Sea to the camp port of Valyrian Peninsula.
She didn't bring her dragon Vhagar, nor did she bring any bodyguards or followers. She came completely alone with the fleet.
When Redd arrived at the port to greet him, he recognized the figure standing on the bow of the ship at a glance.
Laena·Velaryon has long, fluffy and slightly curly white hair that flutters back in the sea breeze. There are a few strands of light silver gray in the hair, like soft and thick silk threads that have been repeatedly rinsed by the sea breeze and sunshine.
She was wearing a long white dress, with the hem hanging down to her ankles. The fabric was thin and stiff. It puffed up slightly in the sea breeze and fit back to her body, outlining her silhouette clearly and softly.
There is a white ribbon tied around her waist. The ribbon perfectly outlines her slender waist, forming a just right arc between the bust line and waist line.
The curvy figure is fully displayed by the cut of the long skirt and the cinching of the belt. The white fabric and fair skin set off each other, making her whole body look like a statue made of silver and light gold emerging from the sea.
The sea breeze blew from the sea, blowing the hem of her skirt, and the white ribbon flapped gently at the back of her waist. Her hair spread and gathered in the wind, sometimes covering half of her face, and sometimes being blown behind her shoulders by the wind.
She stood at the bow of the ship, one hand holding the railing of the ship's side, and the other hand hanging naturally by her side, her posture calm and upright.
That kind of beauty is quiet, natural, and does not require any modification or deliberateness. It is like she was born to belong to this sea, this wind, and this world that is being surrounded by volcanoes and reconstruction.
When Redd arrived at the port to greet her, she had to admire her beauty.
Even though the other party is already a mother of two children, it does not make her beauty any less beautiful, but adds a bit more temperament.
That kind of temperament is given by experience and is the result of the physical changes brought about by childbirth mixed with the calmness after years of precipitation. It makes her beauty change from simple youth and freshness to something more complex, with more depth and level.
Among the women Redd has seen, only Alicent and Rhaenyra can compare with her in appearance and figure.
Although Mesalia is not inferior to her in terms of figure, she is slightly inferior in temperament.
Mesalia herself was aware of that difference - she once mentioned the women of House Velaryon softly one night while leaning in Redd's arms, saying that they had a kind of calmness that could not be blown away by the sea breeze, and that that kind of calmness was innate and could not be learned.
Redd didn't answer at that time. He just put his palms on her waist and drew slow arcs on her skin with his fingers until her breathing became steady and slow and she fell into sleep.
When Laena walked off the bow of the ship, her steps were calm and steady, and the skirt of her long skirt dragged a white trace on the wooden planks of the trestle.
When she walked in front of Redd, she bowed slightly and saluted, then straightened up, her eyes resting on his face for a moment.
Those eyes were deep purple, deeper and deeper than ordinary purple, as if they had been soaked for too long in a place under the sea where light could not reach.
A layer of thick color brought back after absorbing all the dark tones. There was a quiet scrutiny in her eyes,
It was as if she was measuring Redd's height, physique, aura and presence with those eyes, and then comparing the results with the description she heard about Dragon King at Volantis.
"Your Highness Dragon King," her voice was clear and steady, with a clarity that was polished by the sea breeze and unique to those who have lived at sea for a long time, "Thank you for allowing me to come to Valyria City."
Redd looked at her and nodded slightly. "Miss Laena, welcome to Valyrian Peninsula. You've had a hard time on the road."
Laena shook his head and tucked a strand of white hair that was blown to the side of his face behind his ear, his movements skillful and natural. "It's not hard."
Sea voyages are commonplace for me, and I have also traveled on longer routes than this. But the scenery on this peninsula surprised me a little."
She looked over Redd's shoulders and looked at the circle of volcanic peaks in the distance that were being transformed by King Ghidorah.
Those craters are still spewing smoke, but the color of the smoke is lighter than before and the eruptions are less frequent, forming a translucent gray veil in the sunlight and hanging over the distant horizon.
Inside the basin surrounded by volcanoes, the outline of the ruins of Valyria City is gradually being covered by new structures. Those new stone walls and wooden towers cast clear shadows in the afternoon light.
"What's the accident?" Redd asked.
"Unexpectedly, there were thunderstorms and volcanoes outside, but it was sunny and windy inside," Laena said, with a hint of almost inaudible admiration in his voice. "I grew up in Driftmark and have seen countless types of coasts and storms, but I have never seen anything like this.
It's like there is an invisible wall that separates the outside world from the inside world. Outside the wall is doom, and inside the wall is shelter."
Redd did not explain that it was due to King Ghidorah's Environmental Modification ability.
He just gestured sideways to Laena to follow him, and then walked forward along the road from the port to the camp.
Laena followed him about one step behind him, her steps were not too hasty or too slow, and the hem of her long skirt gently brushed against the gravel and ashes on the ground as she walked.
She didn't look around, and kept her gaze straight ahead most of the time. Occasionally she glanced sideways at the distant volcano peaks and the ruins under construction, but she quickly retracted her gaze.
That kind of restrained curiosity made Redd's evaluation of her improve a bit - she is not a young girl who only acts on impulse, she knows how to maintain appropriate proportions in unfamiliar environments.