Redd heard this question, and the corner of his mouth moved slightly. "You can see it if you open it, but others can't. Study the above things carefully, write down what you don't understand, and ask me when I come back."
The two children were at an innocent age. When they heard about the excitement of being able to learn magic, they each held their books and went back to their rooms to study.
Jaehaerys almost tripped over the threshold when he went out because he lowered his head and turned the book while walking.
Visenya followed him, walking faster than his brother, with his braids swinging behind him.
The two little guys who were still clinging to him left in an instant, leaving Redd a little disappointed.
He watched the two children's backs disappear around the corner of the corridor, and listened to the sound of their footsteps running towards the room gradually getting smaller.
Rhaenyra wanted to speak several times, but was stopped by Redd's eyes.
When he looked at her, his eyes were calm, with a "Let's talk later" signal.
It wasn't until the two children left and the footsteps in the corridor completely disappeared that he said, "What do you want to say? Say it now."
While speaking, the facial lines that had softened a bit because of the child returned to calmness and even became a little serious.
Rhaenyra asked with some worry, "If you don't personally instruct the professors and let them learn by themselves, won't there be any problem?"
Redd wiped his mouth, put the napkin on the table, and replied, "Don't worry about this. I took it into consideration when I wrote the two books. They have my bloodline, and nothing will happen to them."
He paused, his eyes lingering on Rhaenyra's face for a moment, and then added, "The things in those two books are not for ordinary people to use. Don't make any ideas." There was a hint of warning at the end of the words.
Rhaenyra's expression changed after that sentence. Her brows frowned slightly, her lips tightened for a moment, and then relaxed. There was an offended irritation in her voice. "What do you mean by that?"
Redd threw the mouth rag on the table and said seriously, "Then let me explain it more clearly. The two of them can learn the magic recorded in those two books, but you can't. If you learn it, it will only harm you."
Rhaenyra paused after saying the word "you" because she saw that Redd's eyes had become a little cold, which was a warning of impatience.
There was no anger in his eyes when he looked at her, only a dull impatience, as if he was watching a question that had been answered many times before being asked again.
Redd stood up and stared condescendingly at her across the table. His voice was low but every word was clear and certain. "It's up to you to believe it or not. You are responsible for the consequences."
Rhaenyra knows that this topic cannot be continued.
She looked away, focusing on the empty disks and debris on the table. She paused for a few breaths, waiting for her breathing and expression to return to a state where she could continue the conversation. Then she softened her voice and changed the topic:
"Citadel wrote to me again, wanting to send a bachelor to assist me in managing Dragonstone's government affairs. I hope you can agree."
Redd When I heard these words, I really felt that this woman Rhaenyra was really stupid.
There is no place for magic, prophecy, and Glass Candle in the world that Citadel is trying to build, let alone dragons.
House Targaryen is an outsider in this continent just like him.
The foundation for conquering and dominating this continent is the dragon.
In this age of cold weapons where magical abilities are not common, a dragon that can fly and breathe fire is undoubtedly a nuclear weapon-level existence.
Without the dragon, who among the Seven Kingdoms noble rulers of this continent would listen to House Targaryen's words?
Even Redd still can't understand why House Targaryen, after coming to Westeros, imitated the nobles here and handed over government affairs to the bachelors sent by Citadel to handle it.
Those bachelors hold a deep-rooted prejudice and rejection against magic and dragons. They regard magic as superstition, dragons as threats that need to be eliminated, and House Targaryen's bloodline power as an anomaly that needs to be suppressed.
If such people are allowed to manage Dragonstone's government affairs, it will be equivalent to handing Dragonstone's intelligence, resources and decision-making power into the hands of a group of people who are hostile to dragons and magic.
Redd would rather promote someone he trusts, or leave it to the steward in the castle, than leave it to bachelors who are obviously biased against magic and dragons.
Anyway, Redd would never do such a stupid thing.
He didn't want to know what kind of considerations and compromises House Targaryen had on this matter. Anyway, he would not allow this kind of thing to happen on his territory.
So there was no room for negotiation. He refused directly and said, "Don't mention such stupid things in front of me in the future."
He looked into Rhaenyra's eyes, and his voice was colder than before, "Also, go back and warn those Citadel guys not to challenge my patience. Otherwise, I don't mind going to Oldtown and razing the entire Citadel to the ground."
Rhaenyra When he heard the last sentence, the expression on his face changed from the resentment of being rejected to another more complex emotion.
Her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she didn't speak.
She lowered her head and focused her gaze on her hands. Her fingers were folded on the edge of the table, and her fingertips were slightly white.
She knew that she had no room for argument on this topic. Redd's attitude had become clear to the point that it could not be clearer.
From his point of view, Citadel's bachelor's intervention in Dragonstone's government affairs is absolutely unacceptable.
And his threat to Citadel itself - to raze the entire Citadel to the ground - with the power he currently possesses and the methods he has shown on Essos, this sentence is not an empty threat.
He did what he said. Rhaenyra chewed the information several times in silence, then raised his head, the expression on his face had returned to a calm state with no visible emotional fluctuations.
She didn't mention Citadel again, nor the two books. She just stood there, waiting for Redd to finish speaking, waiting for the conversation to end.
Redd did not continue to say anything after Rhaenyra fell silent.
He picked up the remaining half piece of bread on the table, tore a piece into his mouth, chewed it twice and swallowed it, then stood up and walked to the window, looking at the courtyard outside the window and the outline of Dragonmont in the distance.
The afternoon sun shone on the ground of the courtyard, illuminating clearly and specifically the flowers, plants and branches that were blown down when King Ghidorah landed.
Several servants were picking up the scattered branches, leaves and soil in the courtyard, their movements unhurried and unhurried, as if they were dealing with something they were used to.
His eyes moved from the courtyard to the direction of Dragonmont, and stayed for a moment on the outlines of the two active volcanoes.
King Ghidorah should now be in the saddle between the volcanoes, lying on its favorite ledge, letting the geothermal heat bake its belly from below.