Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon.

Chapter 59: A Feast at Highgarden

"Lord Urwin, be careful with your words!" Sir Alan Bisbury, who was sitting at the same table as the voice, slapped the table. He was the grandson of the Minister of Finance, Earl Lynman Bisbury, and the heir to the Hive City.

"This is treasonous talk. You should be thankful that this is not the throne room of His Majesty the King, Ulwyn." The strong Lord Thaddeus Rowan also warned. "The prince and the prince have arrived. You should be thankful that they are still far away."

"I'm telling the truth." Urwin Peck glanced at Longzel and Jakaris, who had just entered the banquet camp and were still some distance away. "Don't you ride on top of a woman when you sleep with her?"

"Shut up!" Lord Thaddeus resisted the urge to throw wine in Urwin's face. Was this idiot ignorant of the situation? Did he think it would be okay if he stayed away? "Seven levels of hell, if you want to die, go find a place to kill yourself, don't drag us down with you."

"Hmph." Lord Ulwyn snorted coldly and glanced at the entrance of the camp. Ser Mond and Duke Loras had already walked up to the prince and the prince. Ser Mond raised his glass. "Welcome, Prince Longzel. Your achievements in Dorne have made the whole kingdom rejoice. From Oldtown to Winterfell, your songs have been spread. And you, Prince Jacaerys, please give my regards to Her Royal Highness the Princess."

Longzel smiled and nodded. Jacaerys took a glass of golden wine from the Qingting Island from the servant who was holding the wine tray and handed it to Longzel.

"Duke Loras, thank you for your grand hospitality. Sir Mond, thank you for coming." Longzel also raised his glass to salute Duke Loras and Mond.

Mond Hightower motioned Prince Daeron to step forward without changing his expression. "My lord, let me introduce you. This is Prince Daeron Targaryen, the king's youngest son."

Daeron held his chest and bowed slightly. "Uncle Longzel, thank you for the gift you sent me before." The little prince said excitedly. "The sword you sent is second only to my uncle's Valyrian steel sword 'Alert'. I used it to cut off the long sword of the master of the Tower of Heaven. It is my honor to receive such a good gift."

"I look forward to seeing your highness' performance at my tournament." Longzel smiled and clinked glasses with Sir Mond. "Of course I have to set an age limit and open a children's venue."

"It's an honor, cousin." Darren's eyes suddenly lit up, and the nobles who were enjoying delicious food and liquor in the camp also quieted down, standing up and greeting the prince and the prince.

"It seems the rumors are true." A knight from House Florent whispered. "I didn't even look at Prince Jacaerys when I saw Prince Daeron."

"Be careful what you say." His companion pinched the flesh on his waist. "Drink your wine. You dare to say something like this? You are asking for death."

"Okay, okay, drink, drink." The knight felt pain and begged for mercy. The same voice was heard between the long table and the tent, but it was quickly suppressed by almost the same number of cautious voices. No one wanted to provoke the wrath of the Dragon King at this time. Although it seemed that these Dragon Kings did not care about this.

"Prince, I didn't expect you to choose Miss Diana." Mond guided Longzel to the main seat. "Samantha doesn't know about this yet. I wonder how happy she would be if she knew."

"The Tully family is now a loyal vassal of the family." Longzel smiled. "Miss Diana is also an outstanding talent. With her assistance, the construction costs of Summer Hall and Dragon's Nest have been reduced by more than 10%. The results are far beyond my imagination. I am lucky to marry her."

"Haha." Mond laughed and took a sip of wine. "Then we will be brothers-in-law from now on, Your Highness. If you have any needs, the Hightower family will do its best to help you."

Longzel tilted his head to look at Mond's eyes. "Sir, I just have a request."

"Please tell me."

"City." Longzel raised his glass. Mond asked curiously, "Do you need a bachelor? This is not a demand. You just need to write to the City and the Cardinal will immediately send you the best bachelor." Mond seemed to have thought of something and whispered, "If you need it, the Hightower family is willing to come forward for you. Please ask the Cardinal to send a bachelor who is no less than a grandmaster."

"You misunderstood, sir." Longzel took a sip of wine. "Did Dr. Vesalius know?"

Sir Mond shook his head in bewilderment. Although he was the heir of the family, he had not yet taken over the family's arrangements in the Citadel and the Church. To be honest, he didn't even know how many doctors the cardinal would have.

"He used to be a member of the Citadel, and now he serves as an advisor to my family." Longzel saw Mond's confusion. "My father asked him to train a large number of students according to the Citadel's educational methods. According to the Citadel's standards, they have all reached the level of bachelors, or at least assistant bachelors. But in Westeros, I respect the traditions here, and I hope that Dr. Vesalius' students can be certified by the Citadel."

"This..." Mond was not stupid, he immediately understood what Longzel meant. Is this to snatch the monopoly of knowledge from the Citadel? The Citadel would never allow such a thing to happen, but Mond, who was suddenly in a dilemma, didn't know how to answer for a while. "I can't make the decision on this matter, I can only help you to mediate as much as possible." "It's okay, sir." Longzel smiled and whispered: "I will personally ride my dragon to the Citadel to negotiate with the Cardinal. I believe that the doctors will not watch the knowledge being buried." The boy raised his hand and wiped his eyes: "Such a thing will be cursed by the gods."

Mond didn't know what to say for a moment. He could only nod his head repeatedly. He knew very well that even if the Hightower family wanted to win over the Varese family, it would not give up the monopoly of knowledge. The Silver Dragon had given the Lighthouse a difficult problem.

Lord Loras Tyrell looked calmly at Mond who had replaced him, shook the wine glass in his hand, and said nothing. Instead, he fixed his gaze on the two princes.

Finally, Jacaerys spoke first: "Uncle, long time no see."

"Long time no see, nephew." Prince Daeron kept repeating in his heart, "Polite, polite, polite." He was actually conflicted. In fact, when they were young, the relationship between the three brothers and the three brothers of Jacaerys was not bad. Aegon the Great once took Jacaerys and Lucerys to tease Aemond. However, things completely deteriorated after Aemond's "eye for dragon" incident. Originally, Queen Alicent and Princess Rhaenyra had a bad relationship and just kept instilling in the princes that the three brothers of Jacaerys were bastards. After the incident, Alicent tore her face and kept instilling in her sons that they were naturally hostile to the three brothers of Jacaerys and even Rhaenyra.

Eventually, the former playmates became enemies, their blood ties were severed, blood relatives became hostile to each other, and never had any contact with each other until they died.

Duke Loras nodded with an almost imperceptible movement and raised his glass: "Your Highness, I have heard about your bravery in exterminating the Weir family and capturing the Stone Road."

"Nephew." Prince Daeron also took the light fruit wine from the servant's plate. "This glass is for your bravery and strength." Daeron paused deliberately and said with a smile.

Jacaerys smiled and took a glass of light fruit wine. "Thank you, uncle. The Dornish are very fierce. Even with the prince and Uncle Valar's dragons, we must always be vigilant. Staying strong is our only way to win." Jacaerys raised the glass and said loudly, "To the brave and strong warriors on the Stone Road battlefield. May the Dornish melt like snow under the dragon flames."

"Good!" The nobles at the long table were stunned when they heard Jacaerys's shout, and then Lord Thaddeus Rowan and Ser Alan Bisbury took the lead in applauding. "Cheers to the warriors who killed the Dornishmen." Thaddeus grabbed the wine glass and shouted loudly.

Sir Mond also heard these voices and could not help but frown. Longzel smiled with relief, raised his glass and joined the toast.

"To the warriors who are still fighting on the Stone Road."

"Cheers to the warriors of the kingdom!" Prince Daeron reacted immediately, raised his glass, and drank the wine. "Cheers to Prince Longzel, Prince Valar, and to you, nephews."

"To Prince Longzel! To Prince Valar!"

The sound of toasts drowned out Count Urwin's mumblings, so that no one could hear what he was saying.

When a feast was held in Highgarden.

The Vareses Camp on the Stone Road. Silverwing slowly landed on the open space of the camp, and Valar climbed down from the dragon saddle in a daze, looking at Lord Edric Dondarrion and Lord Randyll Cavallen in front of him.

"What happened that requires you to look me over here in such a hurry?" Valar took off his helmet with a confused look on his face.

"Your Highness, you will know once you take a look." Edric smiled bitterly and gestured to Amos Fezer beside him to bring the person over.

An old man in a dirty black robe came over tremblingly. He looked at the huge silver wings with his cloudy eyes and almost sat down on the ground, revealing the emblem of a skull with a crown on his chest.

"Your Highness, I am Caswald Manwoody, and I come from the Tomb of the Kings."

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