Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon.

Chapter 119 Dragon Clan's Sorrow
"The war is over, Lord Stark." Lady Sabither glanced at the fierce northerners, most of whom were young and strong men wearing tattered fur armor. Lady Sabither knew the purpose of the North gathering such a large army. Winter was coming, and even the Twins felt the cold wind blowing from the north. This year's harvest was much worse than before due to the war and the coming of winter. After knowing that the northern army had left Barrowton, Alysanne and Benjiko immediately went north with Rodrik to prepare for the arrival of Duke Stark. It was also because of their nearly 7,000 troops that Lady Sabither did not show fear in front of this murderous man.

"The trial of the traitors has not yet been completed. I have not received any letters from the traitors in the West that opened the castle, nor have I seen the heads of the traitors stuck on the spears of King's Landing," Cregan said calmly. Benji Ko wanted to say something, but was frightened by Cregan's eyes. He realized at this moment that he was still a child.

"The lords of the Westerlands have surrendered." Alysanne looked directly into Cregan Stark's eyes. "Prince Dragonziel will lead his army north soon. He and Prince Jacaerys will preside over the trial at Harrenhal. If you want a fair trial, go to Harrenhal and wait for Prince Dragonziel."

Cregan Stark stared at Alysanne for a moment, and said calmly, "Well, I will go to Harrenhal then. I hope the result of the Great Trial will satisfy the world."

Seeing the Lord of Winterfell leave in front of them, several riverland leaders breathed a sigh of relief.

"Sister, he's so scary." Benjiko couldn't help but whispered. Alysanne looked at Cregan Stark's back and murmured, "He is a leader. I feel the harshness of winter in him. Ben, do you know what the 30,000 troops in the North mean?"

Benjiko shook his head, and Rodrick Dustin explained: "This means that 30,000 men will never return to the north. The food they save will feed our next generation." The old man said: "From the moment we crossed the Neck, we were already dead."

Oldtown, Citadel, Jaehaerys Statue Square.

Dr. Crassus of mysticism, Dr. Reisen of history, Dr. Kerron of medicine, and Dr. Mukun stood nervously in front of Longzel's desk, waiting for the young man in front of them to finish reading the huge book that made all of them uneasy. There were several equally thick books on the desk.

Finally, Longzel gently put down the book and looked at the doctors in front of him expressionlessly. "Come on, everyone, let's explain it now while Xiaojie is away." Longzel picked up a magnificent book titled "Dragon Breeding and Raising: Conjectures on Dragon Taming Technology in Ancient Valyria" and shook it in front of the doctors, then threw it directly at their feet with a bang. "Why is the Citadel studying this thing?"

Dr. Crassus knelt down trembling. He clearly saw Womisol lying behind Longzel. His mountain-like body almost filled the entire square. The dragon head alone was like a small mountain. He didn't even need to spit fire. A breath of air could make these old guys fly.

"And this." Longzel picked up another book and glanced at the title. "Detailed Record of the Hatching Rules of Dragon Eggs. You guys have done quite a comprehensive study." He threw it in front of the doctors with a snap. "And this one, why are you compiling the royal family's birth records?"

"Your Highness, I can explain, the birth records." Doctor Kerron of the Medical Department said nervously. "The royal family is the focus of the city's services. The manuscripts and diaries of each Grand Secretary will be collected and sorted by the cardinal so that the next Grand Secretary can understand the situation and write history books. Therefore, we not only keep the royal family's medical and birth records, but also keep records of royal meetings and so on."

Longzel looked at Dr. Kerron quietly. Dr. Kerron shrank back and didn't dare to look into Longzel's eyes. Of course, he didn't dare to look at the dragon above his head. "Then explain why the Citadel lost the patient specimens, and then my territory and the surrounding areas of King's Landing had an outbreak of tremor disease and dragon pox."

Longzel hooked his fingers, and Wormisol slowly lowered his head, looking coldly at the doctors who were almost frightened. "My friend died of dragon pox, and the disease you leaked turned King's Landing into a ruin. Come on, explain this first."

Womisol slowly let his dragon kiss pass over the heads of several doctors. Doctor Crassus, who was a mystic, could even see the dragon's red neck, which was a sign that the dragon was brewing fire.

"This matter has nothing to do with us, Your Highness." Dr. Kerron knelt down and tried to get closer to Longzel, but Womiso blew a snort and fell to the ground. The old doctor didn't bother to tidy up his clothes. He tried to lie on the ground and said tremblingly: "We also found it when we were inspecting the ice cellar. Normal ice cellars are inspected every three months. We don't know why this happened."

"Your Highness, Dr. Vaegon was involved in the study of dragons." Dr. Rayson, a historian, suppressed his fear and tried to explain, "After the book Dragons, Lizards, and Winged Dragons: The Unnatural Evolution of Dragons by Brother Bath, Prime Minister of His Majesty King Jaehaerys I, was sent back to the Citadel, the scholars of the Citadel naturally conducted research around this work, and Dr. Vaegon also participated in it."

When Longzel heard the name Vaegon, he couldn't help but press his temple. Vaegon the Dragonless, in terms of kinship, this was his own uncle, the son of Jaehaerys I, the famous "Dragonless". He voluntarily became a maester and eventually became a member of the Citadel's core.

The Targaryen family really knows how to play. Longzel couldn't help but sigh. They should be thankful that these scholars were misled by Bass's seemingly absurd theory, and that the Targaryen family didn't seem to have inherited much knowledge of Valyria's dragons, which led to the fact that the information provided by Vaegon was not very reliable. Otherwise, these scholars would have really researched something incredible.

"Okay, the more you explain, the more you seem to have problems." Longzel finally stopped talking nonsense, motioned to the Dothraki boy Ago to get a cup full of wine, reached out and gently cut his finger, and dripped a few drops of blood into the wine. The finger healed quickly, and Longzel pushed the wine cup in front of several doctors. "Come on, each of you take a sip, and then swear in front of Wormisol that you have never had any idea of ​​harming the Dragon King's family. Come on."

The doctors looked at each other in bewilderment. Finally, Dr. Leisen, the history professor, sighed and stood up. "Your Highness, what the Citadel wants is a world without magic." He picked up the wine glass and drank it all. "The Citadel is thirsty for knowledge and spreads knowledge. For thousands of years, the Citadel has always maintained neutrality and served every lord. We have a clear conscience about this. We have indeed studied magic and have indeed had a large number of magicians, but Your Highness, have you ever thought that this world actually does not need magic?"

He looked at Dr. Crassus, who was studying mysticism. Crassus knew that there had always been a small group of people in the Citadel who hated and rejected magic. They had even influenced several Grand Maesters and Archbishops. It was also under their influence that raven studies, which originally carried traces of magic, completely broke away from the scope of magic. Thousands of years ago, the Children of the Forest and the wizards of the First Men could understand the language of ravens, but now, the maesters who tamed ravens only knew how to let them recognize the road and how to let them send messages accurately. Only a few students could even pass the Valyrian steel necklace link of mysticism, and the magical elements in medicine were completely eliminated, but he didn't expect that this group of people would actually dare to do such a thing.

"So it was your people who stole my specimens." Dr. Kerron's old face suddenly turned pale, and he almost suffocated to death. "Seven levels of hell, you killed all of us."

Dr. Mu Kun had a look of despair on his face, he knew that the problem with history meant that there was something wrong with the education in the academy in recent years, because history was one of the three most important subjects in the academy and all bachelor's students needed to take history courses.

"Don't worry." Dr. Leisen looked at Longzel. "I know how powerful your blood magic is. I won't hide it. I only ask you to let go of the other innocent scholars. They have no idea of ​​our plan."

Longzel didn't say anything, just looked at him quietly. Dr. Leisen slowly said the names one by one. In fact, there were not many people, but some of the names of those who had passed away made the other doctors gasp. They were several former maesters of Dragonstone, as well as Desmond, the Grand Maester of Maegor, and Alar, the Grand Maester of Jaehaerys. "Grand Maester Elisar is not one of us. That stubborn guy didn't understand our plan and almost made our plan fail." Dr. Leisen said, "The world we desire has only knowledge, no magic, and no place for dragons. Their existence makes military science worthless. The existence of magic also makes countless disciplines worthless. So we don't need magic. A world without magic will develop better than it is now. Your Highness."

Longzel shook his head. "You guys." He looked at several doctors. "If you want the Citadel to continue to exist in the future, I want to see the heads of those people that Leisen just mentioned before I leave for Harrenhal. As for this doctor..." Longzel suddenly clenched his hands. "Who told you that I used blood magic in the wine? This is blood magic."

Dr. Leisen's face changed, and he suddenly screamed, holding his heart and slowly fell to the ground. Womisol opened his mouth, and a small mouthful of dragon flame engulfed the old doctor. The bronze mask melted in the blink of an eye, and the melted copper slowly eroded the old man's gradually charred face, and finally merged with his face.

"Uncle, uncle!" Just when Longzel was about to have someone clean up the ashes of Dr. Rayson, Helena suddenly ran over. She was already weak, and she was still holding Jaehaerys in her arms. Her face became even paler.

"What's wrong?" Longzel stood up. He would not allow anything to happen to Helena and her son now.

"Jaehaerys suddenly complained of a headache last night." Helena spoke incoherently, "He suddenly developed a fever early this morning, and the maesters tried several methods to reduce the fever, but none of them worked."

"What?" Dr. Korron didn't care that he was still kneeling. He ran to Helena's side and touched Jaehaerys' head. "Why is it so hot? How did those guys learn how to reduce fever?"

Longzel suddenly frowned.

Just as Jaehaerys developed a high fever.

King's Landing.

Daemon and Joffrey stood nervously outside the Queen's bedroom door, and Baena blocked the door and prevented them from going in. The girl put on her veil and said loudly to the man and boy: "Mother won't let you in. She said she was afraid she was infected and didn't want to infect us."

"This is impossible. We are all here. Why is it that only mother is here?" Joffrey found it hard to accept this fact. They all came back from the dragon pit, but why did Rhaenyra suddenly feel cold after a nap? The disease progressed extremely rapidly. After only a few hours, Rhaenyra went from feeling cold to trembling all over and coughing non-stop. The queen was unusually decisive. She called all those who had been close to her since returning to the Red Castle to her bedroom, and then sealed the door, not allowing anyone to approach, including her children.

Only Maester Gladys was allowed in, because he had been near Rhaenyra by preparing a potion for her after her return.

Damon tightened his grip on his stepson's hand.

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