Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon.

Chapter 67: The Secret Agreement between Silver Dragon and Wolf

The reception at Fish King Square did not last too long. After learning that the most important purpose of this trip could not be achieved, Longzel and Earl Desmond briefly exchanged views on the trade issues between the two families. Earl Desmond promised to open the port to the fleet of the Varese family, reduce taxes, and promised to purchase goods produced by the Varese workshop. Longzel also agreed to invest in the construction of workshops and breweries in White Harbor, and recruit local workers to produce silverware and thick ale - both of which are also the dominant industries in White Harbor.

Lord Desmond Manderly urged Longzier to attend the banquet at the Mermaid Palace, where he prepared a lamprey feast for the prince and his lord, as well as countless seafood and enough ale to get everyone in White Harbor drunk, but Longzier refused.

"We have enjoyed many feasts and have feasted on Dragonstone. Now all we need is a warm bed and food to feed our dragon."

Lord Desmond was eventually persuaded by Dragonziel to share the feast with the poor in the town. He arranged accommodation for the prince and the duke in the Mermaid Palace. However, Dragonziel and Jacaerys decided to appease their dragon first. Since Jacaerys came to Dragon's Nest, he also changed his habit of keeping Vermax chained.

Although the dragons are very wild, after accepting the orders of their masters, they are happy to enjoy the food that is delivered to their doorsteps as long as mortals do not provoke them. For example, they prefer the 30 pigs and 20 long-wool sheep brought by the White Harbor Knights rather than the White Harbor Knights in iron armor.

"Okay, now there's no one else here." Longzel took the brush handed over by Jacaris and carefully cleaned the dirt left on Wormisol's body by the long flight. Wormisol comfortably enjoyed his companion's cleaning while eating the freshly roasted fat pig. The young prince looked at the gray-eyed boy who had been hiding in the corner of the square, signaling him to come out and talk.

"Gray eyes." Jacaerys looked curiously at this boy who was only 5 or 6 years older than him but looked almost the same as Longzel, or even more mature. "Are you from the Stark family?"

The young man was stunned for a moment when he looked at Jacaerys, but he straightened up immediately. "I am Cregan Stark, Warden of the North, Duke of Winterfell, welcome to the North, Prince Longzel, Prince Jacaerys."

Longzel stopped scrubbing the scales. Womisol turned his head in some surprise and glanced at the child who disturbed his friend from washing himself. He snorted in dissatisfaction. Of course, it was just that the wind was a little strong.

But Cregan stood straight despite the hot wind spewed out by the dragon.

"Duke Creggan?" Longzel bowed slightly to show politeness. "I'm sorry that the warm halls of Winterfell are not included in this travel plan, but why are you here, and why didn't Ser Benard come with you?"

Cregan Stark is only 15 years old this year, and his uncle, Benard Stark, is still the regent of the North. However, the young duke's martial arts and outstanding political ability have long been sung in all the villages and castles in the North. More than one noble has proposed to Benard Stark that the young duke should rule the country as soon as possible, but unfortunately, they were all rejected by the regent.

"I'm here for you, Your Highness." Cregan Stark was as straightforward as a northern man, and he was unwilling to waste words on these issues. "You are the new Dragon King, and the Stark family must tell you the secrets and truth of Westeros."

"Please go ahead." Longzel motioned that Cregan could sit next to him, and then he pulled Jakaris to sit cross-legged on the cobblestone floor. Womisoar lazily raised one wing, and the huge brown wing enveloped the three of them.

Cregan also sat down in front of them without any hesitation and spoke in a low voice.

"The history of the Stark family can be traced back to eight thousand years ago. After the Long Night, our ancestor Brandon the Builder built the Wall with the help of many ancient nations."

Longzel recalled the prophecy of fire and the scene he saw when he came to the North. He was deeply impressed by the majestic ice wall that stretched for 700 miles and was feet high at its highest point. A huge amount of magic was frozen in the wall. Anyone with supernatural powers would be shocked by the unimaginable magic and question what they had learned just by taking a look at it.

That thing was definitely not used to defend against the wild men outside the Great Wall. Longzel knew this very well.

"Although people now think that the long night, eternal winter and the dead riding ice spiders are absurd fairy tales, every Stark who has taken over the ice giant sword and vowed to lead his people through the winter knows that this is not a myth. Every long winter may extinguish the fire of life, Prince." Cregan's voice was as cold as iron, but Longzel could feel the boy's inner enthusiasm.

His blood magic vision allowed him to see more, he saw howling wolves and endless ice and snow. He saw tall, gnarled fish beam trees and faces with red sap flowing.

This child has so much on his shoulders, so much that Longzel couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"Is this why Torrhen Stark was willing to bend the knee to the conqueror?" Although Jacaerys had some doubts about the authenticity of the story, at his age of fantasy, he would rather believe it was true. It could indeed explain some things, such as Torrhen Stark's decisive kneeling, and the various measures taken by King Jaehaerys I and Queen Alysanne in the North, including but not limited to the gift of new lands, the strengthening of the Night's Watch, and the construction of new castles on the Wall.

Cregan looked at Jacaerys with some appreciation and nodded. "My ancestor saw that the conqueror could integrate the broken Westeros. He believed that a unified and complete Westeros would be more likely to survive the winter. This is indeed the case."

"So why are you telling me this, Duke?" Longzel said with a smile.

"Because you also wield the most powerful weapon in the world, Your Highness." Cregan looked at the dragon. "Only fire can melt ice, and only summer winds can blow away ice and snow. Queen Alysanne once flew to the Wall, riding your brother's dragon Silverwing, but even adult dragons refused to fly over the Wall. I think the dragons are aware of the dangers outside the Wall, so I am here to tell you that Westeros is not only about politics and conspiracy, but also about real dangers from the north." The young Duke paused. "Real death."

"Thank you for the information, Duke." Longzel remembered the blue eyes in the prophecy and couldn't help but recall the phantom pain in his mind. "So what should I give? Help you regain power?"

Cregan shook his head. "My duty is only to inform you of the dangers from the north." He couldn't help wanting to touch the dragon, but he still restrained his youthful impulse. "I will take back the power that my uncle holds, Your Highness. I just want a promise, a promise that our ancestors made with the conquerors."

Longzel straightened his back formally, and Jakaris also frowned seriously.

"If winter comes, the long night begins, the dead are resurrected, and the Wall is in danger, I hope that you or your descendants can ride a dragon north and fight with the Starks against the final threat to mankind. Your Highness, this is a request."

"I understand," Longzel realized what Cregan was talking about, and this was exactly why the gods invested in him.

The song of ice and fire has begun. If the God of Cold succeeds in sending the cold wind and darkness to this world, then in the end all that will be left is true silence.

"Then let's make a vow, Duke." Longzel opened his palm and motioned for Cregan to take it.

The young duke felt a little strange, but he did as he was told and stretched out his hand and placed it under Longzel's palm.

Five drops of silver blood fell and merged into Cregan's body in the blink of an eye.

"I swear an oath with the descendants of the Stark family in the name of my blood. If the Stark family is still willing to shed blood for the survival of the flame of human life when the long night falls and the winter comes, the Varese family will fully support it. This is also our duty."

"Thank you for your understanding." Cregan's voice was sonorous and powerful. "The wolves of House Stark will abide by the Eternal Oath and your promise until the last Stark bleeds dry. Your Highness, winter is coming. Starks will never forget, and Starks will never surrender."

Dragonzel's Grand Parade ends at White Harbor.

But construction of Longzel will continue for several years or even longer.

Four months passed slowly, the internal facilities of Dragon's Nest became more and more complete, the godswood was planted, and Cregan Stark specially asked the Manderly family to send an ancient fish beam tree with a history of thousands of years from the north.

The basic structure of the Summer Hall has been completed. The milky white Town Hall, the purple Varese Summer Palace, the marble cathedral and the huge Summer Market have all taken shape. More and more taverns, shops and workshops are neatly arranged in the blocks. The construction of the city wall has also begun.

However, the first thing to be built was a huge competition venue outside the city.

In addition, the military port of the Varese fleet has also been completed. It was built on the port where the original city of Well was located. After the castle was destroyed, Longzel ordered the workers to build a tall fortress called "Nebula Castle" on the original site of the castle, overlooking the military port "Silver Dragon Port" under construction. The simple wooden dock of the Varese fleet has been expanded into a huge dock that can accommodate thousands of warships, and the shipyard has also begun the construction of warships.

In the northern border of Decision, Longzel planned and built a huge seaport town called "Wine Port" based on the Black Port hundreds of years ago. This town is centered on the sturdy stone castle "Liquor Palace", where there are a large number of Varese workshops, wineries and vineyards, and Varese merchant ships are also anchored here.

In the south, Longzel also planned to build a town with a seaport, which he planned to name "Silver Crown City". However, half of the land that the prince liked was in the hands of the Yronwood family, so he could only focus on building the two ports in the north first.

Time flies, and it is the estrus season for animals in a blink of an eye.

Second update check-in. I’m a little late today because I’ve broken through 17 words. The updates tomorrow and the day after tomorrow will be earlier. The author has something to do in the evening, so I will try to complete the two updates before 00:.

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