Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon.

Chapter 347 The Girl and the Dragon
Dragon's Nest City, Dragon's Lair.

Wormisol was still sleeping soundly, and it seemed that nothing could disturb the old dragon's sleep. Even Igor had climbed onto it. The boy climbed very skillfully, as if he had climbed countless times.

"Come down."

Longzel said gently.

Igor obediently climbed down the scales.

"Grandpa, Womithor has completely stopped resisting my climbing."

"It's a good thing." Longzel held out his hand so that his grandson could put his hand on it when he came down: "But don't be too confident. You are unharmed because I am here."

"I know, Grandpa." Igor sat cross-legged in front of his grandfather. "Grandpa, before I came to see you today, I received intelligence from King's Landing. As we expected, King's Landing's long-term practice of minting inferior coins finally became unsustainable after losing the continuous gold supply from the West. A month ago, the price of the Three Kings' Gold Dragons in the black market in King's Landing continued to rise, while Aegon III's Gold Dragon was almost openly despised."

In fact, the impact of the sharp devaluation of gold dragons is a very mysterious thing. You say it has a great impact, right? The common people in King's Landing may never see gold coins in their lives, and citizens rarely use gold dragons. Only those wealthy citizens, merchants, craftsmen, and nobles will frequently come into contact with and use gold dragons. The gold dragons on hand are depreciating rapidly, and they are the ones who are unable to stop the loss in time. The first wave of damage is actually them.

But the problem is that King's Landing is a city that is highly dependent on external supplies. From food to luxury goods, a large number of raw materials for handicrafts all rely on external supplies. The trading of these bulk goods depends on gold dragons. When the royal family's reputation and gold cannot support the value of Aegon III's gold dragon, many merchants will tend to choose the Three Kings Gold Dragon, or raise the price.

Merchants from outside the region are particularly good at this, and local merchants in Junlin are suffering from it.

Merchants will never suffer losses.

In the end, this pressure naturally passed on to the civilians of King's Landing.

Although prices did not soar like they did in the past, people in the city were still uneasy.

“Do you think this question has no solution?”

"How could there be no solution? Aegon's private vault is piled high with pure gold dragons, and the national treasury is full of Three Kings gold dragons. As long as Aegon is willing to open the national treasury or private vault and release pure gold to stabilize the market, prices can fall at any time."

Igor sighed and said, "He just doesn't want to."

Longzel nodded with satisfaction: "What do you think?"

"Let him consume the reputation of the Targaryen royal family unwillingly." Igor said in a deep voice: "He will definitely stabilize the situation, but the credit cannot be his. In this case, Xirui's role will be very important."

"My children are all great," Longzel said with a smile.

Dragon's Nest City, Dragon's Lair.

Brynden watched Bloodeyes slowly crawl out of the cave where he lived and lie down meekly beside him and Desiree.

"Thank you."

"Xirui, you were supposed to ride a dragon to the sky."

"There's no need to bring up things that have already been decided, Bran." Xirui stretched out her hand, and seeing that Bloody Eyes did not resist, she gently touched it.

Compared to the giant dragon he liked, Bloodeye's scales were more delicate and seemed a little weaker, but this did not prevent the dragon in front of him from being a young and strong one. It was a little restless, but still remained docile, as if its master had given it a heads-up in advance.

"I once flew into the sky with my mother when I was still an ignorant child. Bran, are you willing to help me, a girl who is about to leave the dragon's back forever, fly again?"

"It is my pleasure, my princess."

Brynden smiled and bowed, extending his hand. Xirui also smiled and placed her hand on Brynden's.

Then he and Brynden jumped onto the dragon's back, one after the other, with a kick of his scales like a nimble doe.

Igor and Damion, who had come to watch the fun, looked at each other in bewilderment.

Blood Eye roared and flew into the sky. It seemed that Xirui's wanton shouting could still be vaguely heard. "When did Xirui become like this?" Damion was stunned.

"She will soon fulfill her mission, let her be unbridled." Igor smiled with relief: "She is usually dignified, so it's okay for her to have some fun."

"And Bran, too."

Damion paused and said, "If Bran really proposes to Desiree..."

Igor raised an eyebrow.

Damion immediately understood what he meant: "Bran is a good boy. If there is no need for a marriage between him and Sirui, I will let him get married."

"That's all." Igor said with a smile. "Don't worry, go back. Father and his men are monitoring the affairs of King's Landing. We also have our mission. By the way, have you found out the principle of Shayel's poisonous fireworks?"

Damion shook his head. "I need a dragon to experiment on. Is that possible?"

Igor paused: "Obviously, it's impossible."

"Bran! Thank you!"

Xirui opened her arms in the air, the strong wind blew her long hair as bright as silver, and the hair flew on the dragon. The sun shone through, shining brightly. The girl's shouting drowned out the sound of the wind. Word by word, she hit the heart of the ugly pale boy in front of her.

He pulled the reins, Bloodeye cried obediently, and the huge dragon body turned in the air and flew towards the sky above the city.

The people of Summer Hall have become accustomed to the sight of giant dragons flying overhead. Xirui looked below the clouds and saw the familiar city telling her its history and glory in a not-so-familiar way.

The Seven Dragon Cathedral glowed faintly under the blue sky and white clouds. The market was still bustling in midsummer. Elephants passed through the bazaar, pulling equally huge sculptures and goods. The purple palace stood on the high ground, heavy and majestic. The bustling crowds passed through the streets and alleys, making it particularly lively.

Xirui stopped shouting. She looked at the boy in front of her and wanted to hug the slender waist of the boy who grew up with her.

But she finally held back.

"I'm sorry, Bran."

"No, Xirui, you did the right thing." Brynden said gently, "You have your mission, and I have mine. Before you leave, I will give you my blessing."

"Thank you."

The dragon returns.

The boy and the girl returned to the castle and looked at each other in silence.

King's Landing, Red Keep.

Damon looked at the young man in white robe and white armor, and the young man with black hair and a cold face in front of him, and fell into deep thought.

He didn't remember meeting either of them.

"Introduce myself, Aegor Dragonheart." Aegor held out his hand. "One of your brothers, the Rider of Sheep Thieves. I have heard of you, the Keeper of Blackflame, the Knight of the Broken Armies."

"Gaimon Weshui, a member of the Kingsguard." Gaimon did not hide his smile: "I have heard of you, so I came here to meet you."

Daemon calmed down and held out his hand, but Aegor took it back:

"Fight me, brother, and prove to me that you are worthy of Blackfyre."

(End of this chapter)