Game of Thrones: King of Harrenhal, starting with a blue hand stat panel

Conquest 287, year-end, Old Town Town Hall.

Out of courtesy, Arthur went to the old town hall to wait before leaving by large ship from the dock.

Oldtown is the stronghold of the Hightower family and the main supporter of the Green Party's Blood Dragon Dance.

Compared to Bitter Bridge, High Garden.

Arthur received a rather lukewarm reception in the old town.

The Hightower family has always been known for its pride and long history.

After the Blood Dragon Dance, it returned to its low-key historical stance, seemingly indifferent to worldly affairs.

They live in their own little world, ignoring even the Rose and the King, so it's normal for them to be aloof.

"Please wait a moment, Master Arthur. Lord Layton's third son will come to receive you shortly," the city hall official said politely.

"It seems that Sir Baylor and Sir Garth are both very busy," Verri said.

The old man of the old town has now disappeared into seclusion.

The old town's commerce and town hall, as well as the old town bank, are managed by Baylor, while Grey Iron Garth is the commander of the garrison. His third son is said to be in charge of the docks in the future.

The old town was so fertile that even if Leighton had six or seven sons, there would be a place for them.

There's also a school town and a church.

"Just wait and see," Arthur said dismissively.

Arthur's gaze fell upon the towering lighthouse of the old town, which soared into the clouds, much like the Lighthouse of Alexandria.

Upon entering the old town, Arthur sensed a magical fluctuation.

The force seemed to want to observe him, but it vanished in an instant.

It's nothing, Qing Shou exerted his strength, which just happened to block this kind of peeping.

"Green Party, Black Party, Blackfire Party." Arthur looked at the towering beacon fire atop the tower.

It is understood that Haitar will only switch to Green Flame when preparing for the battle.

"Although the Dance of the Dragonflight has faded, Hightoar has certainly reflected on the lessons of defeat. The Greens, the Blacks, the Blackfire—if they can poach the Dragon King's allies, the Targaryens will collapse," Arthur thought.

. . . .

The towering tower top of the old town.

The rooms on the top floor of the tower are similar in structure to the Picture Room on Dragonstone.

In the center of the room was a large round table, which was carved with the family crest of a towering beacon.

On the large round stone table sat a green glass candle, many books, and scrolls.

Behind the round table, on the curved stone wall, the silver-gray Mil tapestry also concealed some things.

The green glass candle is 91 centimeters tall and slender like a sword.

Its spiral edges are as sharp as knives and shimmer with a faint green light.

"Ah!" Morroia's fair hand touched the glass candle and was cut.

The red blood was quickly swallowed by the glass candle, silently.

The flame of the glass candle shone even brighter, stronger than usual during blood sacrifices.

The colors of the flames were strange: white as fresh snow, yellow as molten gold, and red as raging flames, but the shadows they left behind were so black, like a black hole in the world.

Even with the wind howling, the candle flame remained still.

"Let me see who's come to the old town this time? The glass candle is actually happy." Moroya stared at the glass candle somewhat madly, but the image quickly disappeared.

The flames went out quickly, leaving her clueless.

Old man Layton Hightower, dressed in a silver-grey brocade robe, also appeared in the room; his hair was also silver-white.

"Is anyone special coming today, Father?" Morroia asked. "My candle is reacting a little."

"Is the candle flame brighter than usual?" Layton asked.

"Yes." Morroia nodded. "It was the light and heat, the strength and blood of people that ignited the activity of the glass candle."

"Arthur Rivers. The rising star of the tournament, rumored to possess the power of Megar and Blackfire," Layton Hightower said indifferently. "He just visited Highgarden, traveling all the way from King's Landing to the Bridge of Bitterness. Highgarden is currently in Oldtown."

"How did you know?" Morroia asked.

"Rose has spies in Oldtown, and I have mine in Highgarden. But I'm more obsessed with the unpredictable future than with power these days," Layton sighed.

"How could this brat, a distant relative of the evil bats, make my candles react?" Morroia said, frowning, somewhat incredulous.

"Harrenhal is extremely strange, too close to the Isle of a Thousand Faces at Lake of the Eye, the place of the covenant between the Children of the Forest and the First Men. The castle was built by the Blackheart King with blood and tears, and it reeks of witchcraft and dragonfire. The Hall family are not devout believers in the Drowned God; they are cunning pragmatists," Layton said. "Harrenhal is a place permeated with magic and curses, and it has produced many strange people."

"Of course, perhaps he also possesses some dragon blood power. 'Pimp' Rostan's wife and daughters all had affairs with the King of the Mediocre, and the River An family is the youngest son of the Bat family. As for Arthur, his mother comes from the Batway family, and the Mad King slept with 'Milk Blood''s' three daughters, all of whom left offspring. It's normal for this kid to have some dragon blood," Earl Layton pondered.

"So it's dragon blood? There are many collateral branches of dragon blood. The Weavers of the Royallands, the seahorses of Tidehead, the Plen of the Westerlands, the Tarth of the Stormlands, Pongos, Martell of Dorne, and the sister of King Aegon, 'Illidan.' Of course, there's also us, the Hightowers, Baratheon. The Black Pearl of Braavos, a descendant of the slut princess of Volantis." The madwoman said, frowning.

The madwoman knew a great deal about these collateral dragon bloodlines and had done exquisite statistics.

Even excluding the descendants of Mingyan and Heihuo, those princesses still had many offspring.

"Dragon blood is nothing special. Except for the Beggar King and his sister, who are a bit better after several purifications, the blood of other collateral branches is as bland as water and can't excite the flames at all," Layton said dismissively.

After marriage, the purity of the blood will decrease.

Like the three siblings of the beggar king Rega, they actually engaged in endogamy and purification within their clan for two generations.

"That's exactly why I'm curious. I used to think that the bloodlines of collateral branches, or even the Dragon King's own bloodline, were already lacking in power. But if someone's talent is so good that even a small amount of blood is enough to make them shine, then could we sacrifice more dragon blood to awaken the flame?" the madwoman said, looking at the glass candle, stroking her chin.

The madwoman didn't care about the dragon blood, but now she realized that quantitative change can lead to qualitative change.

"Forget it, let's calculate based on our own people first," Layton said, looking at his daughter.

"You're unwilling to sacrifice yourself? Are you afraid?" the madwoman roared maniacally.

"I'm willing to make sacrifices, but the sacrifices you're talking about would expose us to the public, which is not in line with the family's style," the old man from the old town objected.

"Then you want me to keep waiting? How long am I supposed to wait? The magic is flowing back, but it's missing a point of explosion. The glass candles haven't been fully lit, and the dragon hasn't hatched," the madwoman roared.

"Wait, there's no other choice..." Earl Layton said helplessly. "But you know, I've always believed in you. You're not the heir, yet you know those secrets."

"Then I must thank you, Father," the madwoman sneered. "Magic is far more appealing to me than marrying that idiot Mace."

The old man in the old town remained silent.

Whether giving up marriage and choosing magic was the right or wrong decision for the madwoman is unknown.

But the old man in the old town felt that his daughter showed signs of madness.

The old man from the old town walked to the stone wall, lifted the tapestry, and used the secret key he had kept to open the door to the secret room.

Behind the cabinet door lies the core heritage of the Hightar family.

A cedar wood box containing a fossilized dragon egg.

Some wood carvings depict scenes from the masts of old ships.

A Valyrian steel sword with a hilt adorned with the green flames of a tower, be alert.

The old man in the old town looked at these treasures and remained unmoved, no matter how turbulent the outside world was.

"I'm going to see your brother. You can study it first," the old man in the old town said to his daughter.

The madwoman nodded, watching the old man from the old town walk away.

"Secrets, you've kept things from me, Layton. You have the Bloodstone, but you won't show it to me. A jade-green stone, with many red bloodstains in its greenness, a strange Bloodstone. You didn't give me the key to the secret chamber, nor did you tell me about the dragon in the stone, the secret of the Sphinx," the madwoman muttered to herself in dissatisfaction.