Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon.

Chapter 171 The Reputation of the Dragons

King's Landing, a lively tavern.

After Daemon gradually restored the order and economy of King's Landing, these taverns that had either gone underground or gone bankrupt under Rhaenyra's "Ten Thousand Taxes" rule came back to life one after another. With many investors behind the scenes, they now gather all kinds of people in King's Landing. They are not only a place for entertainment for the people of King's Landing, but also a place for many guys who are eager to seek benefits in this place of power to collect intelligence.

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A silver-haired man carrying a bottle of wine entered the tavern: "Haha, this time I watched the entire dragon landing." After saying that, the man took a big gulp of honey wine and said drunkenly: "Who said I don't dare? Pay, pay quickly."

A dark sailor from the Summer Isles cursed and pulled out a handful of coppers. "Damn it, Ulf, you're damn lucky. Wormithor didn't crush you to death."

"Ha, my father is the 'brave' Baerlon, and Wormisol had to spare my life because my father was the son of its previous owner." Ulf sat down next to a few old drinking buddies and threw the copper coins he had just won on the counter.

The silver-haired boss glared at the old customer, then casually pulled out a bottle of mead that was obviously several years old and threw it on Wolf's table.

"That's not right. The money just now can buy four or five bottles of newly brewed mead. How dare you, a bastard?" Wolf slammed the table and was about to get angry, but the boss slapped him in the face with a piece of mottled parchment.

"You already owe me more than twenty coppers. These coppers are used to pay off your debts."

"Uh" Ulf was speechless for a moment. He was originally an ordinary soldier on Dragonstone. During the Dance of the Dragons, he was responsible for guarding the castle of Dragonstone. After the war, he received his last military pay and retired gracefully. He took the opportunity of Daemon building streets and new houses in King's Landing to settle down in King's Landing.

Unfortunately, apart from fighting, drinking and bragging, he had no other ability to make a living, and in just a few years, he had squandered all his savings. Fortunately, he had some luck and was eloquent, so he was able to make a living by bragging and telling stories.

As for the fact that he was the illegitimate son of Prince Baelon, people just thought it was a joke, although judging from his age and origin, he was unlikely to be a illegitimate son of the Targaryen family like those little bald guys in King's Landing, but was actually the illegitimate son of those Valyrians brought by the Vareses family. But because a large number of Valyrians settled in Westeros, silver hair and purple eyes were no longer rare, and they were not so conspicuous among the people.

"Okay, okay." Ulf took the mead in a huff. He pulled out the cork and took a sip. "Seven levels of hell, so damn sour."

"Come on, Ulf, tell us about those dragons." The dark-skinned sailor from the Summer Islands raised his glass hastily to smooth things over. "Didn't you run the whole way with His Majesty and the Prince's team? Tell us about it."

"Yeah, tell us about it." Others in the tavern also started to make a noise.

Wolfe also became interested at this moment and jumped onto the table. The black guy was not vague either. He poured a full glass of strong beer from his beer pot and handed it to Wolfe. The guy was not picky and drank it all in one gulp.

"I won't talk about Wormisol, everyone saw it. By the seven gods, it was already dark when it flew over King's Landing. Let me first talk about the dragon gods that His Royal Highness brought to the palace outside the city." Ulf proudly introduced the dragon of his self-proclaimed grandfather. When he mentioned the Black Palace of Vareses, the drunkard actually felt a little envious.

The palace was built quickly with the help of the dragon. The tall black walls protected the beautiful palace. The common people could only watch from afar and imagine how luxurious the palace would be.

"This time I'm going to talk about the two new dragons. Let me tell you, I asked my friends in gold robes about the black dragon with the beautiful voice, and they told me it was called Xingge. God of the Seven, I can't believe that dragon is only ten years old."

"how is this possible?"

An older citizen of King's Landing immediately stood up and asked, "How could that baby dragon be only ten years old?" He had just watched the king's team enter the city and saw the five giant dragons flying over the capital.

"I have met King Aegon." Before he had finished speaking, his drinking buddies at the table hastily raised their glasses: "To King Jacaerys I, the Friend of the Common People."

Everyone in the tavern raised their glasses and shouted at the same time. The drinking buddy then quietly pulled the old citizen and said, "You should call him Aegon the Usurper. The one sitting on the Iron Throne now is King Aegon."

After a round of drinking, people turned their attention to Ulf and the old citizen. They also knew that what the old citizen said was wrong, but now nearly seven years had passed since the Dance of the Blood Dragon.

Even though many things are less sensitive, it's still good to be serious.

"The golden dragon of Aegon the Usurper, what's its name?" "Yangyan." A sullen man said calmly. Unlike the others, this man was wearing rough leather clothes and had big and rough hands. He didn't look like an ordinary citizen at all.

"Yes, his name is Yang Yan. Seven Gods, I can swear to Heaven that the size of that black dragon is almost catching up with Yang Yan."

"How is that possible? You must have seen it wrong."

"How can it be impossible? I saw it with my own eyes."

Ignoring the quarrel between the old citizen and other drinking buddies, Wolfe happily accepted the sour wine offered by a drinking buddy and swallowed it in one gulp. "Boss, your sour wine is really good. Tell me the truth, how much vinegar did you add?"

"Get lost, and speak quickly."

"Oh yeah, and the queen's dragon, seven levels of hell, it's so ugly." Ulf exaggeratedly enlarged his eyes with his fingers. "That dragon's eyes are..."

Ulf looked around for reference points and finally chose his own head: "It's bigger than my head. Its head looks like an eel and a toad, but not like a dragon."

"Ulf, if those guys from the Silver Dragon heard you, you'd be in big trouble." A fat merchant said with a smile, "They care about the appearance of their princess's dragon."

"Hehe, as long as you don't sell me out, they won't be able to find me. That dragon was quite big. I watched it land in the palace in the suburbs. I tell you, when the dragon landed, several octopus tentacles suddenly fell from its body, which scared us."

Ulf lowered his voice mysteriously: "I don't think that dragon is a dragon at all. It doesn't even have dragon horns."

"Wulf." The boss interrupted Wolfe's gossip sternly: "Do you want to make me unable to open my business? I tell you, if the golden robes close my shop, I will kill you first."

"Don't get excited." Wolfe raised the bottle of wine in a frivolous way: "Isn't it okay if I don't say anything?"

At this time, in a villa below the dragon's lair on the other side.

A young man with silver hair and purple eyes walked quickly into the basement of the villa.

There were also several people with the same silver hair and purple eyes sitting around a long table in the basement. In front of them were portraits drawn by painters of the dragons that had landed in King's Landing today.

"Everyone, we still have a chance." The young man who came in took out a stack of new portraits. "The little king on the Iron Throne ordered the dragons raised on Dragonstone to be moved to the dragon pits in King's Landing for his descendants to use."

"R'hllor, I don't believe he can't see the threat of the Vareses family."

"Shut up." A man with a bad temper said to the guy who just spoke. "Do you think you are the only one who can see it? Even if they want to curb Vareses, they will choose from within their family, not outsiders like us."

"Then what's the point of coming to this dirty place?" A young man said dejectedly, "Ben, Hogan and the others are dead. Rogal's gang is more active in looking for us than looking for spies. If we can't get the dragon, we might as well go back to Volantis."

"He's stupid, and so are you." The leading man snorted. "The deaths of those three guys are not in vain. At least they taught us a lesson. Everyone, time is on our side. Our goal is to make our family great again. It doesn't matter whether it's in our generation or not. Our mission is to record the appearance and personality of each dragon, and learn how to raise, tame, and hatch dragons."

He smiled faintly.

"Just wait, our chance will come."

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