Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon.

Chapter 266 Three-Eyed Raven: Don’t be like this, okay?
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The pterosaur in the cage suddenly paused, but it was followed by an even more intense struggle. However, no matter how hard it struggled, the beast was ultimately just a caged beast with half of its wings cut off and its body wrapped in chains. In the end, it could only shrink back to the edge of the cage exhausted.

Brynden, whose mind had gone blank just now, suddenly came to his senses. He carefully looked up at the adults around him and found that none of them noticed the abnormality in his mind just now.

The boy breathed a sigh of relief. Just like the old saying goes, illegitimate children always grow up fast, and they have to be more mature than their legitimate brothers in order to survive. Of course, if it is the right of the first night, or it is the product of aristocrats' momentary sexual release, then it doesn't matter.

But obviously, Brynden belongs to the former, although his mother and adoptive mother love him very much, the children of the third generation of the Vareses family, the youngest of the second generation, and the child king of Dragon's Nest, Rhaegon, also like him very much, and the Blackwood family does not reject him. After all, the crows also know the essence of the matter - if Earl Benjico and his heirs are willing to compromise on the matter of Melissa, then whether it is the court of King's Landing or the court of Oldtown, they will become guests of honor. After all, when Prince Viserys was still alive, Benjico was an important candidate for the Royal Council. As long as he wanted, he could join the Royal Council at any time. Therefore, whether in Raventree City or Dragon's Nest, Brynden does not look like a "River" or a "Silver Blood" - although the latter is not a pure illegitimate surname. Instead, he is more like a Blackwood or a Vareses.

But he was no Blackwood, no Varese; he was a Targaryen in his veins and in his bones.

He has countless brothers and sisters, not only legitimate brothers, but also noble illegitimate brothers who can't be counted on two hands. No one knows what will happen in the future, so Brynden has learned to hide and be cautious since he can remember and start to understand.

Then he saw Xirui's narrowed eyes. Brynden was so frightened that his hands trembled. He finally calmed down. To be honest, the moment of coma that was almost invisible to others was not a complete blank of his mind.

He clearly remembered that at that moment, his heart was devoured by rage and madness that were difficult to describe in words. He wanted to bite, to stretch out his claws, to stretch out his non-existent wings. In front of him was no longer Xirui, nor the women who remained in the sedan chair.

It was a giant black man wielding a long leather whip, a circus director prostrating himself on the ground respectfully, and a pair of eyes that were either purple or of different colors. His nose smelled the sulphur smell that was frightening, yet extremely infuriating and made him want to tear apart everything in front of him.

But all that lasted only for a moment. Boundless madness, anger, and pain instantly shattered Brynden's consciousness. When he came to his senses, everything he had just experienced seemed like an illusion.

It seemed that only Xirui noticed that something was wrong with him.

The little girl babbled and stretched out her chubby little hands, trying to reach Princess Rhaena who was happily talking to Princess Elena.

Brynden nervously held up his finger and made a "hush" gesture in front of his mouth. Desiree narrowed her eyes and babbled at Brynden again.

"Xirui, what's wrong?"

Princess Elona noticed that Xirui was pointing at Brynden, who had a blank look on his face, and asked curiously.

"hug."

"It seems that little Sirui wants little Bran to hold her." Helena, wife of Jacaerys, said with a smile. She was the only one of the two women who came out to play who was not a dragon rider, nor a member of the Dragon King's family - although her ancestors, the Longdel family, might have had dragon blood, or even been a branch of the Varese family, but by the time it came to her generation, they had almost said goodbye to riding dragons.

"Dear Xirui, Bran is too young and can't hold you." Princess Elena liked Xirui very much. When she heard what Lady Helena said, she hurriedly picked up Xirui and comforted her.

Brynden breathed a sigh of relief and quietly gave a big smile to Xirui who opened her eyes and looked at him.

Seeing the pterosaur quiet down, Sebastian looked at the circus director with doubt: "The pterosaur you caught, if I'm not mistaken, is it a shadow pterosaur."

"Master, you have a good eye. You are indeed the descendant of the Dragon King." The circus leader raised his head flatteringly: "Our caravan lost twenty striped warriors before we shot it down and captured it, and seventeen more died trying to lock it up."

"Sebastian didn't ask you that." Igor said softly, "What he wanted to ask is, don't you know that the shadow pterosaur is the most ferocious among the pterosaurs? If you are in the downtown area."

"Your Highness, Your Highness." The circus leader prostrated himself again, not daring to raise his head. "This pterosaur only looks good. We cut off its wings, so it can't fly. We also specially customized a chain to lock it." He didn't dare to continue.
Igor looked at his brothers and sisters, as well as the aunts behind him. The descendants of the silver dragons could all realize what the leader had not said. Even if it was a real dragon, that kind of iron chain could restrain them, let alone a winged dragon.

"Your Highness, we have said all we can say."

"Alright, alright." Igor bent down. He was still a little boy. He bent down and easily supported the fat captain. "We are just concerned about your safety. Don't worry. Even if the pterosaur runs away, we can shoot it down immediately. Not to mention that your measures are so solid. We are assured."

"Thank you, Your Highness. Thank you, Your Highness."

The circus director lowered his head again, wanting to cry but without tears, and kept repeating the holy names of all the gods he had believed in in his heart.

Why is he so unlucky? It is obviously a good thing that members of the lord's family come to watch their performances and exhibitions, but it happens that all the people who come to watch are giant dragons - and they are all raised by ancient alien gods, and they are all stubborn.

However, although these children of the lords were stubborn and wanted to get to the bottom of things, they were not bad people.

They are all very polite.

Just at this time.

Igor's voice was very soft but very clear and reached the circus director's ears.

He spoke in Summer Islanders with a Basilisk accent.

"I know you have the map of Sothoryos and all the sightings of the dragon. Give it to the Dragon's Nest and you will be rewarded."

The team leader broke out in a cold sweat.

at the same time.

Dragon's Nest City, Silver Blood Tower, Longzel's room.

Longzel calmly looked at the seemingly ordinary raven that flew onto his table. The little black creature tried in fear to avoid the flames surrounding it, but it couldn't get rid of them at all. It could only resign itself to its fate, spreading its wings and lying in the circle of fire on the table, pretending to be dead.

"It must be difficult to enter a body like this and travel across half the continent."

The raven seemed to sigh and croaked, its tongue vibrating in its beak, making a strange sound.

"Your Highness, this is different from what we agreed on."

(End of this chapter)