Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon.

Chapter 3: Father's Notes: Valyrian Blood and Magic

“I think you have dealt well with the aftermath of my death, my child.

I'm sorry that this is the last time I saw you.

I am not a good father. Because of my willfulness and stupidity, you brothers have been labeled the sons of a bitch princess since birth.

Of course, I know you won’t mind.”

Longzel curled his lips and continued reading.

The handwriting was still in the beautiful, neat High Valyrian noble script.

"Everyone has secrets, including your father. As for what this secret is, it doesn't matter anymore. I've taken it to the grave, and there's no need for you to know."

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Longzel resisted the urge to throw the book away and turned to the next page.

"I, your father, have been absurd for half of my life, and awake for half of my life. At the end, I realized that you are the golden finger given to me by the damn gods. A natural-born blood witch. If there was no way to confirm it, I would almost think you are the same as me."

"Fingers made of gold?" Longzel scratched his head in confusion.

"I thought I could master the magic in my family legend, or at least the blood of Vareses would allow me to hatch a dragon, but I was wrong."

Long Zeer could read between the lines the regret and dissatisfaction of his usually carefree father.

"I have recruited countless magicians, some of whom are indeed quite capable. Unfortunately, there are more liars. If you have the opportunity to go to Qarth in the future, remember to help your father spit in the Temple of the Undying, the ass of the gods. Although those wizards are somewhat capable, they actually want to suck the blood of your father and you. Humph, if I had a dragon, I would spit them first."

"You are obsessed with dragons, right?" Long Ze'er said in his heart. But he understood his father's plan, so he always followed his father's plan.

After all, what Valyrian boy could resist the charm of a dragon?
He had dreamed of himself soaring in the sky and bathing in the moonlight in countless midnight dreams.

"But your father is still lucky. I finally made something. My child, I hope these results can help you complete our big plan.

First of all, I believe you have read the books brought by Dr. Vesalius, and learned about the ancient legends of different regions and the history of the Valyrian Freehold. Then you may have such questions. Why did the Valyrians rise? Why does a nation that has been silent for thousands of years have such a strange appearance? Why can the noble blood among us control the dragon, and where does the dragon come from? "

"Of course I have." Longzel answered subconsciously.

"I have, too. I have read all the family documents, as well as those brought by the magicians. There is no doubt that the Valyrians are absolutely not a naturally occurring race. Magical elements flow in our blood. My child, do you still remember the language of the Vareses?"

"My blood flows silver." Long Zeer muttered in his heart. He had some guesses about this question, and now his father's notes may be able to prove his guess.
"My blood flows silver. This is our clan language. In the Westeros of the West, your mother's clan language is 'Blood and Fire are of the Same Origin'. Have you discovered that? We, the Dragon King families, cherish our bloodlines and emphasize bloodlines. In the Free Fortress era, the forty Dragon King families either intermarried or committed incest within the clan. This was not only to prevent the bloodlines from leaking out, but more importantly to preserve the magical elements in the bloodlines. Son, you are a natural-born blood wizard. Pure bloodlines are nothing more than a piece of cake for you. I'm sure you also understand that the source of a blood wizard's magic is blood. Not only for blood wizards, but also in the fire magic system of the Red God R'hllor and the shadow magic system of Asshai, blood sacrifices are important links. And our Valyrian steel, according to the records in family documents, also requires blood in their smelting process.

Blood is the currency of the wizarding world.

This is the motto of equivalent substitution, and the blood of us, the descendants of the Dragon King family, is even more precious. Your blood magic is far stronger than all the blood witches your father and I have seen, and this is also the source of my confidence. "

Long Zeer frowned. He certainly knew that his blood was very powerful. Weapons stained with his blood would be sharper, and poisons added with his blood could even be ten times more powerful. He could use blood to locate others, hear the voices of those who drank his blood, and manipulate animals with blood.
But he didn't understand the source of his father's confidence.

Their grand plan was not complicated. Cleorius designed an extremely complex set of blood magic runes that were said to be able to resist the curse of the Sea of ​​Smoke.

They want to find the missing army of Orion Vareses, and the dragon eggs he brought with him. "The blood of the Valyrian dragon king, plus blood magic, do you understand now? Son, I want to reproduce the process of the ancient Valyrians taming and hatching dragons. The family has always had a fleet wandering around the edge of the Sea of ​​Smoke. What we can be sure of is that the central part of the Sea of ​​Smoke is extremely dangerous. This area includes the city of Valyria and most of the former Freehold. So no matter what, you can't enter these areas. But the edge, I believe that under the protection of magic, you can take a small number of people to explore.

The western edge of Valyria's Broken Peninsula includes the swamps through which the Valyrian Way passes, the fortress city once owned by House Mirathion, a city owned by my family, a pyromancer's tower owned by House Gellethos, and several manors owned by lesser families. This information comes from family books, and if you are brave enough, you can explore these areas to your heart's content. But be cautious.

We tried to restore Orion's route back then. Before completely disappearing, his army was last seen in the swamps at the edge of the peninsula. If his army did not enter the heart of Valyria, then their location would probably be between the family city of 'Vasor' and 'Tower of Gelesos'.

The Vareses family once served the Valyrian god 'Vormithor' in the Freehold era. He is the god of forging. Therefore, before the destruction of the family, they mastered the manufacturing technology of Valyrian steel. If you can reach 'Vartholl', you will be rich, at least Valyrian steel will not be lacking.

In the Freehold era, dragon kings used volcanoes and magic to hatch dragons. Today, after the fall of dragons, the Targaryen dragon kings of Sunset rely on the pure blood of newborns to hatch dragons. No matter where the dragons come from, at least so far, only our bloodline can control them.

That's enough. My child, you have the blood of two great dragon king families. I believe your blood is as pure as those dragon kings back then. I'm sorry, my child, for letting you take on this dangerous mission, but I believe you can do it. I'm sorry, I'm not a good father. I let my child carry my ambitions and dreams."

"It's all for the family." Longzel clenched the pages of the book. "For the family. For Valar and Rey and them..."

"My child, may honor always flow in your blood, may the blood of Vareses never dry up, and may the glory of the dragon Xingtian return to our family."

Longzel raised his head and closed his eyes.

It seemed as if something crystal clear fell quietly.

The shadows moved, and a bearded man in a red robe quietly walked out of the shadows.

"Lord Longzel, are you ready?"

Longzel opened his eyes and put the notebook back where it was.

"Please begin, Acolyte of the Red God."

"As you wish." The red-robed monk lowered his head. "Son of God."

Bentaro Mansion.

Towering orange trees blocked the harsh Volantis sun, and the expensive wine was spilled all over the ground.

Mogul Bentaro, the patriarch of the Bentaro family, looked at little Cavedo falling in the arms of two terrified beautiful slave girls, and veins bulged on his forehead.

"Master! Master! We really don't know, the master just keeps asking for wine." The male slave begged and hugged the master's feet, big tears rolling down to the ground. Then he saw his own body.

"Hmph." Mogul stretched his foot towards the slave girl beside him with some disgust and asked her to lick the stains off his shoes. The Unsullied beside him silently retracted his battle axe.

"My Lord, no known poison was found on the young master." The doctor slave with a snake tattoo on his face said while crawling.

"I don't have such a stupid son." Mogul suppressed his anger. "Prepare the golden sedan chair, and we will go to the Megaya Palace."

"Yes."

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(End of this chapter)