What Lysa Tully committed was spread to the Blood Gate through the messenger crow. After reading the letter, Brynden "Blackfish" Tully was ashamed. His niece committed such a shameful crime, but he stopped the legitimate heir. He no longer had the shame to stay at the Blood Gate, so he wrote a letter to Dennis Arryn, officially resigned from the position of guardian of the Blood Gate, and left the Blood Gate on a horse to return to the Riverlands with a small amount of property. p>
In Riverrun City, old Duke Tully was so angry that he fell ill after hearing the news. He issued an order while lying on his bed, sending a large number of knights to the King's Road to look for Lysa Tully.
Robb Stark took fifteen knights assigned to him by his father and rode straight to the Dreadfort. Young girls continued to die tragically there, and the incident was so serious that even Roose Bolton could not suppress it.
In the dark cell on the fourth floor underground of the Red Keep, Renly used the convenience of the Minister of Justice to issue a transfer order, temporarily transferring half of the guards to the Golden Robe Barracks for a meeting, and he sneaked in using invisibility magic.
I searched one cell after another, and finally stopped at a corner. Inside was a strong woman who fucked a murderer.
Use magic to quietly open the heavy cell door, and the smell of feces, urine and stinky rats hits your face.
After closing the cell door, Renly appeared, spread out the silence spell, attached the magic light spell to the wall to illuminate the cell, and opened the cloth bag on his back.
The prisoner saw the cell door being opened and lights of various colors lighting up. He had not seen sunlight for a long time, and even the less bright magic light spells dazzled him so much that he could not open his eyes.
After his eyes adjusted, he saw a tall man wearing gorgeous aristocratic clothing standing in front of him. He was holding a long ice pick on his left and right, and flames were coming out of the palm of his right hand, burning a large scaly stone in his palm.
eggs.
"Ah~~"
The sharp ice pick penetrated his head from his eyes. Renly was afraid that he would not die quickly enough, so he took the ice pick and stirred it left and right until the criminal's brain was crushed into a paste.
"The dragon's blood, fire, and soul are all that's left now! Werther said it's best to use your own blood." Renly lowered the dragon egg in his right hand, made a fist with his left hand, and condensed a few ice spikes into his palm, letting himself
The blood dripped onto the dragon egg.
If this is the world of The Elder Scrolls, dragon eggs can hatch normally because of the existence of the Dragon God. This place is separated by a time and space from the Dragon God world, and the Dragon God has not projected his will here.
This is the next level method of hatching dragon eggs.
This method seems to have a few more steps than normal hatching, but without the blessing of the Dragon God, the dragon will become weaker and weaker. It may not be noticeable after a few generations, but after dozens of generations, the dragon's weakness will begin
Very obvious, especially in terms of magic power and intelligence.
Renly took out his pocket watch and looked at the time. One minute, then two minutes passed. Click, the dragon egg moved from the inside.
"It's done! It's done! Hahaha!" Renly quickly put the dragon egg back into the cloth bag, disappeared again, cleaned up the traces he left in the cell, and slipped back to his residence through the secret passage.
"Loras! Margaery! Come here!" After returning home, Renly placed the dragon egg on the bedroom table and sat aside to observe it carefully, with an excited expression on his face.
The two brothers and sisters walked into the bedroom and saw the dragon eggs on the table. Loras, the Knight of Flowers, held Renly's shoulders and smiled and said, "Why, the dragon eggs that have been burning in the fireplace for more than ten days are ripe and ready to treat us to a meal."
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Little Rose also smiled and answered, "Haha, do you need me to get the plates and knives and forks?"
Ever since Werther brought the dragon egg to the wedding, Renly had been burning the egg in the fireplace according to the message Werther had written. He would sit by the fireplace and read a book when he had time, and would turn the egg over with tongs from time to time. I take it out of the fireplace and hold it in my hand for about an hour every day, until I can feel a magical connection with the dragon egg, and then I have today's itinerary in the dark cell.
Renly "Don't eat it, the dragon egg is about to hatch! Look carefully."
"Are there going to be little dragons?" Little Rose and Loras also sat nearby and stared at the dragon egg, fearing that they would miss every detail.
Click! The dragon egg was pushed open a small hole from the inside.
"Come out!" Little Rose shouted.
Click! There were more and more damage to the eggshell, until the top was completely shattered. The dragon egg fell to one side, and a small dragon with a white background and red and yellow spots rolled out of the egg crookedly.
"Stand up, stand up!" Renly shouted excitedly to the dragon in High Valyrian.
The little dragon's limbs were uncoordinated. He took a big breath of air and stretched his limbs randomly. It took him a minute to adapt, and he stood up with a pair of small wings. He raised his head as big as a chicken and looked at the three of them, and finally stared at Renly.
eyes.
"Hiss~"
The little dragon spread its short wings, and his cry was hoarse, neither bright nor crisp, but a warm breath blew into Renly's face.
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Werther rested for a day after returning to Tyrosh City. When he woke up, he started busy with work and summoned Gonthor Hightower in the warehouse office.
The development of Tyroshi City cannot follow the old path. It is located in an important location but is small. Vette plans to focus on the "high-precision" manufacturing industry with a small area. It will purchase raw materials from various places and transport them to Tyroshi for processing, and then sell them with high added value.
Products.
Werther pointed to the planning drawings and said to Gunsor
"Move all the workshops in the inner city to the outer city. Only the residential, entertainment, catering and port supply buildings will be retained in the inner city. Plan more water reservoirs. When more merchants come and go, it will be a good business to replenish fresh water. The outer city
I have ordered a large amount of materials there and will process metal products in the future."
Gunthor "Is it forging weapons and armor?"
Witte "An ordinary blacksmith shop makes ship nails, which are urgently needed. Tyrosh has no price advantage for weapons and armor, so we make high-quality products, with small quantities and high prices. There is also a pocket watch workshop that I moved from Storm's End."
After the pocket watch making business of Storm's End, Werther and Renly decided to split up again. Werther received a large number of orders for the cheapest pocket watches produced in the Citadel, which he could sell to the continent of Essos to make some quick money. Wind's End
Castle later produces mid-range and high-end pocket watches, and Tyrosi produces the most exquisite customized models.
At present, only Witte has mastered the production technology of clock springs. The spring workshop was also moved to Tyrosh as Witte's private property. In the future, both places will buy clock springs from Tyrosh.
Gunthor "Lord Werther, it is illegal to sell armor to people in Essos!"
"Who said I would sell to them! I imported steel from the continent of Essos, made it into armor, and sold it to the people of the Seven Kingdoms!" Witte did not expect this, and after hearing Gunthor's words, he quickly rounded it out.
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"That's good, that's good." Gunthor was really afraid that Werther would do such a thing because he was the king's younger brother. Once discovered, the nobles of the seven countries would raise their flags to oppose it.
Werther "I will also make a Valyrian steel sword, one every year, and auction it in Tyrosh!"
Gunthor "Can you make a Valyrian steel sword!?"
Witte pointed to his head with his finger. "I have a dragon and magic. It is only a matter of time before I make a Valyrian steel sword. However, it is very time-consuming to make. I can only make one per year." Every time a Valyrian steel sword is made, a person's soul has to be sacrificed for enchantment. Werther has to suppress his greed. And the higher the output, the less valuable it is. If you make one a year, the profit from the auction may be more than
The annual output is more than a hundred.
Gonthor was surprised and then took it for granted that Vert Baratheon was no different from the Dragon King of Valyria back then. If they could make Vert, why couldn't they.
"Lord Witte, messengers came from Lys City some time ago. They learned that you went to King's Landing. The bankers and businessmen decided to organize a group to visit Tyrosh in a month."
Witte: "A month? At that time, some of our officials have not returned yet, and we will be exhausted again."
Gunthor "I couldn't be in a better mood to see a prosperous Tyrosh."
Witte "Let the workers start emptying the warehouses at the port. Supplies will be arriving recently. I want to ride a dragon to Braavos, and they still owe me a large sum of money!"