Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon.

Chapter 273 Aegon's Attitude
The sturdy man looked at the young man hidden in the black robe in front of him with an incredible look.

How dare he be here?
Until the moment he fell down with his head raised helplessly, the strong man still couldn't believe that the dagger had really stabbed into his heart. Without hesitation or deviation, blood gushed out from the wound like the mountain ice and snow that had just melted in the valley after a long winter. Beile retracted the dagger. This was the first time he killed someone with his own hands.

But he didn't feel much. Maybe he had seen too many fights among the scum in the town while hiding in the vicinity of the town these days, or maybe he had watched the execution ceremony as a member of the royal family when he was in King's Landing - although the number of prisoners sentenced to death in King's Landing has been decreasing over the years. Baylor didn't feel any guilt for killing the guy in front of him.

The pub seemed quiet for a moment.

"Light a fire and get started."

the boy shouted in High Valyrian.

Suddenly, screams came one after another from outside. Before the people in the tavern could react, it seemed as if something suddenly hit the roof of the tavern.

boom.

The people who had just reacted shuddered suddenly, followed by a strange, ugly roar. The people in the tavern covered their ears in discomfort, and only Beile wrapped in a black robe was not affected.

The next moment, a thick, long, smooth tentacle stretched out from the window of the tavern, one, two, a total of five tentacles stretched into the tavern. These smooth gray-black tentacles slowly swam in the house built of mud and wood.

The confused people in the tavern didn't dare to move at all.

To be honest, most of them didn't react at all, everything happened too fast.

boom.

"Oh my god." A drunken pirate saw the hideous head sticking out of the big hole in the tavern roof. He trembled instantly and even slid down from the chair he had just collapsed on. "Dragon."

With its head lowered, Huoguang took up half of the space in the tavern, which made its strange, watery eyes more prominent. It also allowed everyone in the tavern to see its teeth as sharp as swords, and its mouth that could open as wide as a python.

Gray flames were brewing in his throat, and it seemed that they would burst out at any time.

The people outside the tavern had already dispersed, and only a few brave guys were ready to sneak forward to see if they could try the legendary dragon slaying.

Then it was taken care of by the tentacles left outside by the fire.

The slender tentacles looked soft, but in fact, if they were stretched tight, they were no less powerful than swords. In the blink of an eye, only two tentacles were left in the world of those approaching guys. Their bodies were torn apart, leaving only blood and dripping internal organs on the ground.

No one came to help because the dragon was too big. As the most important building in the town, this tavern was one of the largest in the town, but in front of the dragon.
If it didn't want to destroy the tavern and cause injuries to the people inside, I'm afraid the tavern would not be able to withstand a claw from its dragon wing.

In the eyes of people outside, the broad wings of the Fire covered the entire tavern in darkness. Its long neck and tentacles that made people feel uncomfortable at the sight of them hung down and extended into the tavern. Its smooth tail was like steel, tightly surrounding the open space.

From a distance, it even looks weird.

All the people in the tavern who reacted suddenly dared not utter a word.

Some even crawled under the table.

Belle sighed and lifted his hood, revealing his short silver hair.

The tavern owner's legs suddenly went limp and he slumped to the ground, staggering.

Silver hair. And the giant dragon. When the Dragon King comes to Tear Island, he is still so unreasonable.

"Originally, I was just planning to replenish supplies here and wait for my uncle." Beile sighed: "You forced me to do it. Tell me, what do you want Westeros's money for? And what do you have in stock?" Since completely severing his faith in the Seven Gods, and living alone in the Black Palace for the past few years, Beile is no longer as gentle as he was when he was a child.

Instead, he became somewhat impulsive, with some weird ranger temperament.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, please spare us. We are just ordinary smugglers. We want Westeros' money because it is of good quality. Both gold dragons and silver deer are of high purity. The city-states west of the Skeleton Mountains recognize us. We used to be brothers." He hesitated, but after seeing the look in Beile's eyes, he could only honestly say, "There are also pirates and smugglers. When they stop at the Island of Tears, they will bring a lot of Westeros gold and silver coins. But recently, for some reason, fewer and fewer people come to the Island of Tears."

Beile knew why. Although Count Andre Farman, the Minister of the Navy, also rose to power through nepotism, he did have some ability. With his assistance, Count Stokeworth, the Chancellor of the Exchequer, reluctantly organized an anti-smuggling campaign for a period of time.

He shrugged. "To be honest, considering your past, I would not be too much of a fool to burn down your town. But you have a reason for existing. Tell me how you got the goods from Sothoryos. Also, what new goods do you have recently?"

Finding out what these pirates can obtain might help my uncle.

Explorer.

The sailors could already see the green of the Island of Tears. At this moment, Cendroth suddenly raised his head, and Dan looked at Cendroth.

"The familiar smell is there."

The dragon conveyed a vague message, and Dan's face changed.

A fire? Why is it here?
Without even having time to think about it, Dan immediately rushed to Sendroth and climbed up the dragon saddle along the rope ladder. "Captain Misanben, I have to go to the island first. You just need to go into the port with peace of mind."

Without waiting for Misanben to respond, Senderos took off from the boat and flew towards the island in front of him.

Captain Misanben didn't know what was going on, but because of his familiarity with Dan, the captain probably guessed that things might not be that simple.

"No need to prepare a boat, we can just anchor at the Island of Tears."

The captain gave the order immediately. Harrenhal.

Prince Aegon of Oldtown was a recent guest here.

Although everyone knew that Harrenhal was his second home, no one dared to say it to his face.

With funds from an unknown source, Count Lucas Rostan completely renovated Kingsburning Tower. He even installed a luxuriously decorated and comfortable room in this huge tower for Aegon to live in.

Prince Aegon still maintains the figure of his youth, tall and strong, and his already handsome face has become more masculine with the maturity of time. Every time he sees him, Earl Lucas can't help but sigh that he can attract so many girls.

It is indeed not something that can be satisfied simply by wealth and status.

Seeing Lord Lucas come in, Aegon smiled and put down the child in his arms.

This is his mistress, Bethany Bracken. After Barba Bracken fell out of favor due to childbirth, the Bracken family sent Barba's sister Bethany.

She bore Aegon a son.

Godwin Rivers, unlike Barba's son Eger Rivers, this child is not as strong, but he is cute and has silver hair - not Eger's black hair.

This has made Aegon unable to let go of his new son recently.

"Your Highness, His Majesty the King has cleared out a group of people we nominated."

"Who are they?" Aegon had no expression on his face. He just smiled and gently rocked his son in his arms.

"Lord Darry, Lord Vance, Lord Crakehall, Lord Root, and Lord Butterwell. Lord Butterwell was not driven out of King's Landing, but was demoted."

"I see."

"you"

"Lucas." Aegon's smile suddenly disappeared from his face, but he still treated the child in his arms gently, letting him sleep soundly: "Don't ask some things. It's not good for you."

"I understand."

"You don't understand." Aegon said calmly, "No matter how bad I am, I am still a Targaryen. Your Majesty's purge is aimed at disloyalty and conspiracy against him, not favoritism and abuse of power. Do you understand?"

"I seem to understand."

"You still don't understand." Aegon shook his head.

Lucas looked puzzled.

"If I were you, I'd have already set out for Darry City and Harroway Town."

Lucas woke up as if from a dream and retreated cautiously.

Aegon and Godwin in his arms were the only ones left in the room.

Aegon rocked his son gently for a while, placed him in the cradle, and walked quietly to the window.

He never worried that Daeron would do something to his family, but some things were probably unavoidable. Rhaena took little Daeron to live in Dragon's Nest temporarily. Although this meant a brief period of freedom for him, it also meant one thing.

His legal wife and heir were not around, and if there was ever a question of succession, Rhaena and little Daeron would be involved no matter who the crown fell on.

It seems that I have to go find her and calm down. Aegon took a deep breath. He was very conflicted now. As a Targaryen who rode a dragon, it was impossible for him to have no ambition, but Aegon was not stupid.

My grandmother's victory was simply through force, and the result of the nobles' Dance with the Blood Dragon was only superficial submission.

In fact, people still support male inheritance.

Then Aegon's chances are actually very great.

He closed his eyes, as if thinking about something.

As if sensing his companion's emotions, Syrax looked up at the tall Kingburning Tower in the huge courtyard of Harrenhal, and after carefully feeling it for a while, he lowered his head with confidence, not paying any attention to the whispers of the children next to him.

"Iger, do you think we will have a chance to ride a dragon in the future?"

A boy with silver-gold hair said with longing. However, the sturdy black-haired boy next to him had a blank expression on his face, and seemed indifferent to the huge monster in front of him.

"Our last name is Rivers, not Targaryen."

Iger said somewhat unwillingly. He looked at Syrax, seemingly indifferent, but a raging fire had already burned in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)