Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon.

Chapter 212 Where is the Sheep Thief?

Daeron looked at Haiyan rising into the sky with some envy, carrying Aemon over Dragonstone to vent the dragon's vigorous vitality. In fact, whether it was King Aegon or Prince Viserys, they both valued the calm, introverted and chivalrous Aemon more among the younger generation. Their initial idea was to let Aemon try both dragons, Koraxus and Dreamfyre.

But in the end, Haiyan and Yimon made each other successful.

"Wow!"

Aemon finally could no longer maintain his "calm and restrained" expression. He clutched the shabby dragon saddle tightly. His shouting could be heard clearly even by Daeron on the ground.

"Aemon, remember to ask Seasmoke where the sheep thief is?" Daeron shouted.

Aemon heard Darren's voice and exerted a little force with both hands, signaling Haiyan that she could land. "Haiyan, do you know the sheep thief?"

Haiyan conveyed a doubtful message, it didn't know what a sheep thief was. After Aemon got Haiyan's recognition, the two of them naturally established a connection between dragon and rider. This is an ability that every dragon rider will master after successfully taming his own dragon. However, Haiyan has been a wild dragon for a long time, and it seems that she is not very clear about many of the things Aemon expressed.

"Another wild dragon on Dragonstone."

Haiyan was confused again. It remembered that there were three wild dragons on Dragonstone, including itself. Which one was Aemon referring to? However, it landed steadily in front of the Kindred and Tyrexu. As a dragon hatched during the reign of King Jaehaerys, it was already very large. In terms of size, it was close to Korakshu, slightly larger than the Kindred present, and much larger than Tyrexu.

Joffrey looked at his "father's" dragon with some regrets. He knew very well that he was not the blood of Ser Lannino, but a "Strong". Although those who questioned their bloodline had disappeared after the Dance of the Dragons, and the wisdom of Jacaerys I completely reversed the reputation of the three brothers and even saved some of the reputation of their mother Rhaenyra I. But there was still a thorn in Joffrey's heart.

A thorn called "bastard".

After the death of his two elder brothers, this thorn became deeper and deeper. He felt that he had let down both the Velaryon family and his true family of Targaryen. So Joffrey married Adam into the family despite the pressure from the Velaryon branch, and also devoted all his energy to the revival of the Targaryen royal fleet.

This gorgeous silver-gray beast is now even more majestic. Obviously, Haiyan still remembers Joffrey. After landing, it looked towards Joffrey instead of Tyrexu, and then lowered its head.

Yimon felt the doubt that Haiyan conveyed to him again and thought about it himself.

Is it that the information I conveyed was not accurate enough?

"It's an old mud-brown dragon that loves to eat sheep."

Haiyan understood the message from Yimon this time. It tilted its head and thought for a moment. Before Yimon could react, it quickly ran out, spread its dragon wings, and flew into the air. "Haiyan, wait!"

"Hey, why are you in such a hurry? Wait for us!" Darren was anxious and jumped up and shouted. Seeing that Haiyan had no intention of turning back, Samantha sighed softly, and Huohuo jumped up, rolled up her tentacles, gently picked up Darren, and placed him steadily on the dragon saddle. Darren hurriedly fastened the straps. "Mother, let's chase him."

Samantha nodded and gestured with her hand that Joffrey didn't need to follow. The sea smoke and the fire were enough. If Tyrexiu was added, the sheep thief might just escape.

Joffrey nodded, reached out and pressed down on Tyrexu's scales, signaling it not to take off but to wait where it was.

"Haiyan, wait, wait." It was only then that Aemon realized that he had used the wrong language, and he quickly switched to High Valyrian: "Haiyan, stop!"

Haiyan tilted her head and glanced at her rider. Instead of following Aemon's instructions, she sped up.

Aemon could only keep his body tightly pressed against the worn dragon saddle, letting the sea smoke carry him around the peaks of Dragonstone and pass over the ancient castle, scaring the people in the castle.

However, the arrival of Huo Huo soon after did make Aemon feel relieved. He continued to carefully stick to the dragon saddle. What he was most worried about now was that the dragon saddle was not strong enough and would fall apart halfway through the flight.

But it turned out that Imon was overthinking. Haiyan flapped its wings a few times and glided steadily into a valley.

All that's left here now is a pool of cooled black ash.

Haiyan realized something and climbed again before landing, flying around the valley covered with black ash and sheep bones twice. Even Darren and Samantha on the back of Luhuo who had just flown in could hear the anger in Haiyan's roar.

Aemon received it more clearly.

He was very sure that he had just felt a series of obscene words from Haiyan that he couldn't even utter, and the only word he could say without any scruples was.

"coward."

Daeron sighed in disappointment. It seemed that they had underestimated the cunning and caution of the sheep thieves. Perhaps the moment the sheep thieves sensed that the two dragons were flying over Dragonstone, they immediately took off and ran away.

Haiyan landed angrily in the center of the valley, and it seemed to be still a little angry. It opened its mouth and released golden red dragon flames. The surging dragon flames rolled from one end of the valley to the other, burning the valley that was originally the residence of the sheep thieves beyond recognition. Then it lowered its head angrily, allowing Aemon to jump off it.

"Good job, Aemon." As soon as Darren jumped off the back of the Burning Fire, he rushed to his cousin and punched him, looking at the majestic and magnificent Sea Smoke with some envy.

"Now your dragon is the largest in the family."

Darren muttered in disappointment.

"No, Your Highness, even if I have the 'Bronze Fury' under my crotch, I will remember my oath, to His Majesty the King, to you, and to the entire family. It has nothing to do with the size of the dragon under my crotch." Aemon said calmly.

"Your Highness, you can try Dream Fire."

This was Imon's second sentence.

Daeron was stunned, then a look of surprise appeared on Daeron's face. Yes, Aemon tamed Seasmoke, which meant that the Targaryen family had a controllable adult dragon. With Seasmoke, Stormcloud, and Gnawfire, wouldn't the problem of his father, mother, and uncle worrying about Dreamfair's violent reaction be solved?

"Dreamfire." Samantha thought for a moment and said, "We need to suppress its ferocity together. Aemon, you just tamed Sea Smoke, is that okay?"

Aemon nodded. "Don't worry, Your Majesty. My elder brother, my younger brother, and I have all learned a lot of dragon taming commands and knowledge from our father. Although we are not as good as you and the King in cooperating with dragons, we can still do a simple confrontation with Dreamfyre in the dragon's lair."

He continued:

"What's more, Korakshuu will also help us suppress the Dreamfire."

Samantha nodded in satisfaction.

Just as everyone on Dragonstone was celebrating Aemon's taming of Seasmoke.

The Dragon's Lair in King's Landing.

Syrax looked lazily at Prince Aegon who had walked up to him.

Prince Aegon still looked at the topaz-colored behemoth with some fear. As a companion of Queen Rhaenyra, this dragon had only participated in two battles in its life, acting as bait in the dragon war against the gluttons and burning the mob in the riots in King's Landing. It had never fought any dragon one-on-one. Even after Queen Rhaenyra's death, Syrax had only flown out of the dragon pit a few times. It could stay in this huge, spacious cave in the dragon pit, where the ground was filled with mucus to protect dragon eggs, until the end of time.

It is still huge, but compared to the growth rate of other dragons, the fastest growing part of Syrax may be its belly. The topaz-colored scales have become increasingly smooth with the polishing of time, and even the look in this dragon's eyes when it looks at people is exceptionally gentle.

Its caves are filled with dragon eggs, which the dragonguards and King Aegon and Queen Samantha take away periodically, and the rest are still stored here.

Sadly, none of them hatched.

Even so, Prince Aegon still approached the fat dragon cautiously.

Syrax tilted his head and whimpered. Prince Aegon trembled, but still stretched out his hand and said in High Valyrian: "Syrax, calm down and bow your head."

Syrax tilted his head and thought for a moment, then actually obeyed Prince Aegon's command obediently and slowly lowered his huge head.

Prince Aegon smiled, and he gently placed his hand on Syrax's dragon mouth: "Syrax, my name is Aegon, the name of the Conqueror, and my grandmother is your previous master, Rhaenyra Targaryen."

Syrax gently nudged Prince Aegon, causing the handsome young man to sway a bit, but he did not take any further action. Prince Aegon sensed that Syrax had no hostility towards him.

Great.

Prince Aegon became excited. He slowly withdrew his hand from the Syrax dragon's mouth and walked towards the ladder hanging from the Syrax dragon's saddle.

Syrax looked at Prince Aegon with interest. Instead of stopping him, it stretched lazily and obediently collapsed the position of the dragon saddle, making it easier for Aegon to climb onto the dragon saddle by grabbing the ladder.

This made King Aegon, who was standing outside the cave with Storm Cloud lying behind him, feel a little amused.

It was so difficult to tame Vermax that he almost lost his life. But in front of Syrax, this topaz-colored behemoth not only did not resist at all, but even obediently accepted Prince Aegon and allowed him to ride on him.

This left King Aegon somewhat puzzled.

Maybe the problem is the dragon?

Perhaps only the Seven would know.

The news that Prince Aemon Targaryen and Prince Aegon Targaryen had tamed Seamite and Syrax spread like wildfire throughout Westeros, and soon reached the Free Cities.

The fall of Tyrosh and Lys's centralization made these free trade cities regain their desire and fear of dragons. Braavos did not have any overly intense reaction, but the endless stream of envoys who came by ship to Dragon's Nest and King's Landing seemed to explain a lot of problems.

The Elephant Party archons of Volantis began a new round of purges. Over the past thirty years, the Elephant Party used their advantage in the Volantis Senate to intensify their suppression of the Tiger Party, using assassinations, rebellions, bribery, and suppression. Various means emerged one after another. The Tiger Party members who once acquired the land of the Varese family withdrew from the stage of history one after another.

The Tiger Party's counterattack was not fierce, and there was even a feeling that it was being ravaged by the Elephant Party.

This puzzled the archons of Volantis and made them alert.

They guessed the reasons for the disappearance of these young Tigers and the Tigers' passive but still existing resistance.

So the Elephant Party Archons of Volantis compiled in detail the names and physical characteristics of the family members in the Blackwall who claimed to be descendants of the Dragon King, and presented them to King's Landing and Dragon's Nest.

Under the iron fist of the two true dragon king families, many Volantes who sneaked into Westeros were exposed, and what greeted them was the sword, expulsion, or the dragon fire they dreamed of.

"damn it."

In the basement of the tavern on Gray Island, a bearded silver-haired man hammered the broken table hard, but he could not say anything. In the end, he could only pick up the wine glass on the table and drink a glass of strong beer in big gulps.

They have been staying on this deserted island for many years.

But there was no hope of success at all. Meral was a complete waste. The comfortable life had completely destroyed his ambition and courage. Meral had only one attitude towards their secret recruitment.

He continued to drink the wine they brought and continued to sleep with the beauties they brought.

As for the rest, Meral didn't know and didn't want to know.

They watched Meral grow from a decadent teenager into a decadent, alcoholic middle-aged man.

They themselves have grown from young men who once dreamed of owning their own dragons to middle-aged men who are well versed in the Common Language.

Forget about dragons, they can’t even enjoy dragon flames.

Until the woman they brought was pregnant with Meral's illegitimate child. Which family was she from? The middle-aged man with stubble on his face thought, it doesn't matter, anyway, she is pregnant.

that's enough.

"Has our ship not arrived yet?"

"I guess they can't come." A man who dyed his hair and beard purple and disguised himself as a Tyroshi smiled bitterly and poured another glass of thick and bitter beer for his companion, or former master and current friend.

The abandoned city of Tyrosh is now occupied by the Vareses family. A governor from the Lawholder family governs this reborn city-state there. After being completely annexed by the Baratheon family, the Stepstones have been re-divided into spheres of influence. The knight lords from the Stormlands govern this barren land with due diligence.

For a while, the piracy phenomenon subsided.

"The Silver Fleet has recently stepped up patrols of the Summer Sea, and your family has been attacked by the damn elephant party. Damn it."

"As expected." The man drank another glass of beer bitterly.

"That's damn disgusting. Oh, and where's the kid?"

"I found a local wet nurse to take care of him." The man with purple beard finally smiled.

“He is our hope.”

(End of this chapter)