Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon.

Chapter 76 Dragon Egg Hatching (15, please order first)

Jakaris, who was running out of breath, was stopped by Hoffa at the door of the corridor and could only lean against the wall and breathe heavily.

"Little Jie, Little Lu, don't panic." Hoffa took out a pot of spare boiled water from the shelf, poured two cups and handed them to Jacaerys and Lusiris. The boy gulped down the water, turned around and shouted in High Valyrian to the "Long-winged Dragon" Yamor and the little Aegon Targaryen who was running over: "Butler, are the dragons still obedient?"

Yamor nodded. He was carrying a huge backpack with something in it. The long-winged dragon tattoo on the steward's face slowly moved, and he also answered in High Valyrian, "The dragon is asleep."

Six-year-old Aegon poked Amor's backpack curiously. He was brought to Dragon's Nest by Jacaerys at the beginning of this year, and was prepared to serve as Rey's attendant and cupbearer when he was older. Joffrey was left by Rhaenyra's side, and the princess also needed an attendant of sufficient status. Little Aegon brought a majestic young blue dragon "Cloudburst". This young dragon was quite different in that its single horn grew on its nose, like the horn of a giant beast "rhinoceros" in Sothoryos, but smooth and beautiful.

When the young dragon just arrived at the dragon's lair in Dragon's Nest City, it had a fight with Shadow Nightmare, but was bitten on the neck by the Shadow Nightmare, which was almost as big as Araxes, and screamed loudly. If Silver Wing hadn't separated the two young dragons in time, the result might have been even worse. Now Stormcloud has learned to fly behind Shadow Nightmare obediently, and has also learned to snatch mutton from Araxes in the name of Shadow Nightmare, but in the end he is often scared back to the lair by a glare from Wormisol.

"Amor, which dragon egg has hatched?" Longzel watched the midwife carefully wipe the two babies clean, wrap the children's delicate bodies in silk, and put them in the cradle beside the mother's bed before turning around and walking out of the delivery room.

"Your Highness, two of the four dragon eggs, the black one with white spots, and the grayish-white one have hatched." At Longzel's signal, Yamor led the three princes into the delivery room. The butler gently put down the backpack and pushed it over. The two baby dragons woke up slowly in the backpack, baring their teeth and roaring at everyone in the room. The larger black baby dragon roared twice and spewed out a puff of black smoke.

"Silence," Longziel growled in High Valyrian. "Obey, and return."

The two dragons shuddered at the same time and shrank back into the backpack. Valar lowered his head and tried to see what the dragons in the backpack looked like.

The larger one is a black dragon as dark as night, but its body is covered with large and small star-like patterns that are either silver-white or silver-gold. Its small dragon horns have not yet grown, but you can already see that its thick, crown-like, disc-shaped dragon horns have taken shape. Several spikes that have just broken through the skin are neatly arranged on its lower jaw, and two soft dorsal fins extend from the back of its head along between its wings to its tail. In time, when the bone spurs supporting the dorsal fins become hard, you can imagine what a ferocious beast this young dragon will be when it grows up.

A smaller dragon huddled behind the black dragon. It was a grayish-white baby dragon with a bald head and neck without any horns or even scales. Its tiny dragon head looked more like a bird or a toad than a lizard or a crocodile or a normal dragon's head, but the baby dragon had a pair of unusually large wings, and the wing membrane even connected to the tail. Longzel noticed that there were several soft, tentacles-like things hanging from the baby dragon's body.

Through the magical vision, Longzel could see the thin connection between the black dragon and his son Ringol, as well as the connection between the ugly gray dragon cub and his daughter.

"What a strange dragon." Little Yigeng's childish voice suddenly came. He knew that there was a baby resting in the delivery room, so he deliberately lowered his voice.

"Hush." ​​Jacaerys picked up his brother and gently placed his finger on little Aegon's lips. "There are many kinds of dragons, and your Stormcloud is very different from my Vermax."

Little Aegon looked at Samantha's cradle curiously. He knew that he had been engaged to the girl, but now he did not understand what marriage meant.

"Go and accompany your companions," Dragonziel commanded in a low voice in High Valyrian. "Protect them. Until the time of destiny. Amor."

"Yes." The loyal butler stepped forward and bowed his head.

"Let the silver guards of the dragon pit prepare food for the young dragon." Longzel continued in High Valyrian: "The child's wet nurse will first be the women we brought back. They are more trustworthy and have Valyrian blood and my blood magic. The dragon will not attack them directly. Wait until my wife recovers her milk. If she is willing, let my wife feed the child herself."

"Yes."

Longzel turned his head and watched the two dragons slowly crawl out of the basket. They looked around, as if something was guiding them. The black dragon scurried to Ringol's cradle. He turned around and stared at everyone, but soon, the dragon seemed to understand that these people were his own people, so he relaxed. The gray dragon was much more agile. It even spread its wings and fluttered a few times, barely "flying" to Samantha's cradle. However, this dragon was gentler than the black dragon. It seemed to realize earlier that the people present had no ill intentions, so it simply glanced at its sleeping companion and curled up beside the cradle, waiting for its first meal.

King's Landing, a hidden underground wine cellar of a tavern. "Two newly hatched dragons." Larry Strong was still recalling the intelligence he received before setting off, "New Dragon King family. Chance of unrest." "Bent Foot" echoed in his mind until the young voice on the other side interrupted his thoughts.

"Lord Laris, we can consider your proposal." Tigaro Dagareon, who had long silver hair, gently spun the wine glass. The king's intelligence chief was an elusive chameleon. No one knew which side he was on. He served the king, the queen, several princes, and also passed intelligence to Dragonstone.

"But we need sincerity." Tigaro stopped spinning his wine glass. "The Vareses family has no interest in getting involved in the political vortex of King's Landing. We have our own things to do, Master General of Intelligence."

"I wonder what you think is sincerity?" Larris Strong's voice was very low, but Tigaro could hear every word he said clearly.

"Before I leave, I will leave some people to open a few taverns in King's Landing." Tigaro said, "All your information can be sent to those taverns, and your expenses in the taverns will be borne by us. But you must also protect them as you protect your property."

"Oh, then I will not leave until I am drunk. After all, everyone knows that the silver wine and fruit wine produced in Wine Harbor are unparalleled in the world." Larris said with a smile. "Okay, as a token of sincerity, I will help the prince protect these industries."

"The Vareses family never owes favors to anyone." Tigaro looked at Laris's deformed feet. "I have a potion that will make your feet less painful."

"Haha." The intelligence chief interrupted Tigaro. "I'm used to the blame from the gods, Lord Tigaro. Thank you for your kindness. In return, I will share some intelligence with you."

"Please say."

The intelligence chief bent down with difficulty and took out a piece of paper from his shoe: "This is the intelligence from Tide Head Island. Lord Collis is seriously ill. The maester judged that the old earl might not survive this severe fever. His brother's son is the oldest of his six nephews."

"Sir Weymond Velaryon, I have some impression of him." Tigaro remembered this man. He had followed Earl Corliss to participate in Longzel's wedding, but he did not sneak into the banquet hall.

"Yes, it's him." Larris glanced at Tigaro and continued, "Sir Weimond made a big fuss in Hull Town and Spice Town on Tidehead Island. He even said that Rhaenyra's son was not the son of Sir Laninor and was not qualified to inherit Lord Sea Serpent's Driftwood Throne. Seven layers of hell, what a horrible statement! If our kind king heard it, he would have heard it. He even gathered a group of people to claim the inheritance for him."

Tigara listened quietly and did not make any comments.

"Our Crown Princess Rhaenyra naturally could not tolerate such treasonous remarks. She ordered Prince Daemon to execute the punishment according to the law, and the prince did so." Laris lowered his voice again, but Tigaro could still clearly distinguish every word.

"Prince Daemon cut off Ser Wymond's head, but his cousins ​​and sons were not happy. It is said that his brother Ser Marendin is leading people to King's Landing to ask the Royal Council to enforce justice."

Tigaro's eyes suddenly changed.

This is a big deal.

Because the king is ill, the people in power in King's Landing are now the Queen and the Prime Minister.

Something seems to be wrong.

(End of this chapter)