Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon.

Chapter 31: Domination over All Living Things and Burning the Viper

King's Landing.

The city not only has the Red Fort where the royal family lives and the comfortable houses where the nobles live, but also has shacks built in a mess, mud houses built with rammed earth, and multi-story buildings stacked on top of each other and in a state of disrepair. The vast majority of the city's 50 people live in this environment.

The nearby royal territory, the river bay in the south and the developed maritime trade maintained the normal operation of the city, so that the civilians would not starve to death. There was also "brown soup" made from some unknown ingredients to drink, and even the wealthier citizens and craftsmen could taste some meat from time to time.

The black-haired woman excitedly ran home carrying a basket. Beside her were more people who were equally excited. Some were carrying baskets covered with cloth, some were holding packages, but everyone's face was filled with smiles.

The woman pushed open an old wooden door and entered the low earthen house. The kitchen and bedroom were in the same small room. The simple bed was covered with dirt, but the bedding and the straw on the bed were clean. The sick little girl sat on a chair with a broken leg, looking at her mother eagerly.

"Mom, I'm hungry."

The woman put down the basket in a hurry. "Okay, dear, there are delicious things today. Where's your father?" She took out several bottles and cans from the basket, as well as two or three fresh carrots, a cabbage, a handful of peas, and two pieces of bread that were still soft and had no impurities. More importantly, there was also a large piece of bacon, which seemed to be fish.

The little girl's eyes were immediately attracted by the pickled meat. "Dad is here to find you."

"What's going on in the market today?" The tall man with silver hair and beard came in from outside. As soon as he came in, he saw his wife chopping cabbage and carrots skillfully and throwing them into the pot on the fireplace.

"Someone in the market is giving out free meat today, as well as salt and spices at a low price." Without even looking up, the woman poured peas and a handful of oats from her own stock bag into the pot, stirred it vigorously, and then chopped the bacon into pieces with a clang.

"They said that a member of the royal family had returned from the East and was going to meet His Majesty the King, and his men were selling some of the excess food to us ordinary people at a low price."

The woman threw the minced meat into the pot. "The meat is surprisingly fresh, and the salt is sufficient. No need to add salt this time."

The man smiled and touched his daughter's face. "Don't worry, girl. We have meat to eat today." He turned back to look at the woman. "Dear, why don't you buy more meat and bread?"

"Not enough money." The woman pushed the pile of bottles and jars over. "There's salt, pepper, chili, nutmeg, a little saffron, mint and a little cloves. Bless you, the monk said the medicine for the girl's illness contains saffron and nutmeg. Bless you, bless you."

The man also tapped his chest seven times. "May the seven gods bless you, and thank the Virgin Mary."

"The market will be open until three days later." The woman stirred the paste in the pot, cut three pieces of bread with a knife, and brought them over along with the paste in the bowl.

The man placed the largest piece of bread in front of his daughter, took a smaller piece of bread, dipped it in the paste and started eating. "Okay, I'll go to the Blacksmith Association to get an advance on my wages and buy more food and meat for storage."

"Don't forget your daughter's medicine." The woman smiled as she watched her daughter eat the porridge with a strong meaty aroma. "If you go too late, the nobles will buy it all."

"I know." The man took the bowl and swallowed the paste without hesitation, picked up the bread, wiped the residue and swallowed it. "I'll go now."

The number of blacksmiths who came to the Blacksmith Association to get their wages advanced today was beyond the man's imagination. He relied on his large physique to squeeze in and received two silver deer with broken corners and a dozen copper coins.

"Listen, if the president hadn't sympathized with you, you wouldn't have gotten a single penny today."

The harsh voice of the financial officer was still echoing in his ears, but the man had only one thought at the moment, to get to the market as soon as possible.

The market is already crowded.

"Xiu Fu, why are you in such a hurry?" A blacksmith who was familiar with the man stood behind him, holding a huge piece of bread, and looked at the anxious Xiu Fu curiously.

"Do you still have saffron and nutmeg?" Shufu asked loudly, standing on tiptoe. The people in front turned around to look at this reckless man. The stall owner shouted back impatiently. "Yes, yes, yes, just stand in line. If you can buy it, just pray to the seven gods for help."

After hearing Xiufu's request, the blacksmith immediately understood Xiufu's purpose. He leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Xiufu, don't squeeze in here. Go to the dock. All the goods in the market come from the dock."

"How do you know?" Xiu Fu asked in surprise.

"I have a relative who works as a rat catcher in the Red Castle." The blacksmith had a bit of envy on his face when he talked about the Red Castle, but his face fell when he talked about the rat catcher. "I heard that three princes riding on dragon gods returned from overseas. They brought enough wealth to buy half of the kingdom. The king personally knighted the three princes and asked the archbishop to anoint and baptize them. The princes appreciated the difficulty of ruling the people and specially provided everyone with good things at low prices or even for free. Let's go to the port quickly."

Xiufu immediately ran away, he didn't want to squeeze in anymore.

The faint voices of "Long live King Viserys, long live Prince Longzel" in his ears were also thrown behind his mind.

Even though the city of King's Landing was filled with cheers of "Long live King Viserys, long live Prince Dragonzel, may the gods bless the prince given by God."

Just as Xiufu successfully bought food, meat, and much-needed medicines and spices from the dock and ran home carrying a package half a person's height, the sky suddenly darkened.

He couldn't help but look up.

The bronze dragon roared and flew to the south, followed closely by the silver dragon.

The people cheered even louder.

But there was no peace in the Red Keep.

Viserys sat beside his beloved model of King's Landing, playing with the Valyrian steel ornaments sent by Dragonzel. It was unknown what he was thinking until Daemon opened the door and walked in.

The two brothers were silent for a long time. Until Viserys spoke first: "Little Jett and Little Lu did a good job." He handed the ornament to his brother. "I am pleased that the kingdom has such an heir."

Damon looked outside the window in the direction where the two dragons flew away, suddenly sighed, and said nothing.

On the tower platform of the Red Castle, the one-eyed Prince Aemond looked quietly at the south, but there was unspeakable envy in his only remaining eye. Longzel presented the royal family with a sapphire of extremely high purity, and the royal craftsmen planned to use it to create a sufficiently gorgeous artificial eye for the one-eyed prince.

I don't know where my brother Aegon the Great has gone to fool around again. Except for the audience ceremony in the daytime where he could be seen drunk with acne and dark circles under his eyes, I couldn't find this damn ridiculous brother even if I searched the entire Red Keep the rest of the time.

Aemond couldn't help but sigh.

Brother Coelen is a missionary appointed by the Archbishop, responsible for the conversion process of the Varese family as a whole. On this issue, the learned ascetic is conflicted. He really wants to help a group of lost lambs return to the embrace of the Seven Gods, but the other party's possession of dragons and pagan beliefs also dooms this missionary work to be difficult, even though their young leader readily accepted the baptism of the Archbishop.

As soon as he boarded the ship, Brother Coerlen was warmly received. The chief retainer, Vincent Kaon, personally poured him a glass of reddish honey water and stated very seriously that out of respect for his beliefs, no alcoholic beverages would be prepared.

Feeling honored, Brother Korran naturally drank the glass of water.

Then he had a strange dream.

The seven gods in his dream looked at him lovingly as he prayed devoutly, but unknowingly, changes occurred on the faces of the seven gods that he did not notice.

They turned into Longzel's face. The masculine, the old, the feminine, and the skeleton Longzel all looked down at the devout monk at the same time.

Then the scales grew and the dragon wings rose high.

While Brother Korron was immersed in prayer, the seven-headed humanoid dragon was crowned in the stars, fire and blood.

"God is the dragon, and the dragon is God. Praise the Seven Gods, praise the ancient kings, and praise the great dragon Zell Vareses." This was the first sentence that Brother Coelen said after waking up.

"Put down the bridge!" The masked man wearing copper-scale armor and a spiked helmet shouted loudly, holding a spear. Densely packed Dornishmen were following the soldiers holding the long bridge, constantly throwing javelins and arrows at the simple castle in front of them.

The castle was not big, its black basalt walls had stood the test of time, and its bottomless dry moat had protected the castle countless times. The white stars and purple lightning on the black flag declared the castle's ownership.

The Dondarrion family of Black Harbor.

The Dornish held up a banner with a venomous snake gnawing at ankles. These bandits from Weir colluded with the nomads and wildlings of the Red Mountains, burned down the villages and fields outside Blackhaven with great fanfare, slaughtered young and strong men, and raped women and children. Lord Edric Dondarrion's heir, Ser Davos Dondarrion, unfortunately died from a poisoned crossbow arrow from the Dornish, along with 12 knights, more than 100 cavalrymen and more than 400 infantrymen.

"Maester, has King's Landing replied?" Lord Edric ran over the wall with his shield raised and entered the tower. "When will our new governor of the Marches come to rescue? Have Nightsong and Stonehelm replied? What about Storm's End?"

The maester raised his head tremblingly. "Master Jon has not replied yet. Nightsong and Stonehelm said they are in danger. Storm's End has not replied either."

"Seven levels of hell." Earl Edric tightened his breastplate and went out with his shield raised. With a bang, a javelin hit the earl's shield, which scared him.

The soldiers of House Dondarrion fired round after round of arrows, hoping to slow down the Dornish attack.

But their long bridge was getting closer and closer.

"Dragon!" a sharp-eyed soldier suddenly shouted. The count hurriedly looked in the direction the soldier pointed.

Nothing at all.

"You" the Count was about to explode in exasperation.

But he saw that the Dornishmen under the city suddenly panicked, abandoning their siege equipment and fleeing backwards.

"Come back, come back, don't panic, archers, archers." The commander saw a scene he would never forget in his life.

A huge bronze dragon that blocked out the sun and sky slowly rose from behind the Black Harbor City. Its eyes were icy. The silver-haired boy on the dragon saddle was wearing gorgeous scale armor and a helmet with dragon wings spread out. He conveyed the order to his companions in a cold voice.

"Dracarys"

The commander watched helplessly as he was devoured by the dragon flames. He didn't even have time to scream before he turned into a piece of charcoal.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

Wormithor climbed for a distance, spread out his dragon wings, and glided in the direction of the Dornish's retreat. The surging dragon flames poured down like water, and the battlefield was filled with the Dornish's howlings. Of course, more of them were directly burned into a pile of charcoal.

Silver Wing also arrived at the battlefield at this time. Valar lay on the dragon saddle and shouted "dracarys" excitedly. Silver Wing obediently followed behind Wormithor and spewed flames.

The Dornishmen who were so arrogant just now are now in purgatory.
The serpent's flag slowly turned to ashes in the flames.

Along with them, more than 1000 looters who fled in panic were turned to ashes.

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