Game of Thrones: Dawn of Justice

Chapter 5: Dusk Hall Castle, the Power of the Tas Family
Although the Targaryen blood in Garlon's body is thin and has not yet been activated, it has no effect at all.

Because he has a golden finger, he can not only activate the Targaryen bloodline, but also continuously improve the development of the Targaryen bloodline.

Sooner or later, he will be able to obtain a strong enough Targaryen blood and become a dragon rider like the Mother of Dragons.

This is crucial.

Dragons are an unavoidable existence in the Game of Thrones world.

Having a dragon and not having a dragon are two different concepts.

Garlon was still looking forward to riding a dragon.

"Master, the bath water is ready. I'll take you back to your room to bathe and rest!" The voice of the butler Claude interrupted his reverie. Claude walked towards him with steady steps, a gentle smile on his face, his bald head gleaming slightly in the firelight.

"Okay." Garlon came back to his senses and looked down. Although his body and hair were completely dry, the salt from the sea water stuck to his skin, making it rough and itchy, not very comfortable.

He slowly stood up and gently handed his sister Brienne in his arms to his father, Lord Selwyn, on his lap.

"Go and have a good rest."

Lord Selwyn took Brienne and spoke to his son in a gentle voice.

Garlon nodded and followed Claude upstairs.

His bedroom is located on the fifth floor of the Dusk Star Tower, where he has a wide view and can overlook the entire Dusk Hall.

The two ascended the tower's spiral staircase. It was built of rough granite, its edges worn smooth by countless footsteps. Several iron oil lamps were embedded in the walls, their dim flames flickering and casting long shadows. With each step, a gentle echo echoed through the corridor, and from the small window high above came the sound of crashing waves.

Soon, they reached the fifth floor. Garlon's door was made of heavy oak, engraved with the golden sun and blue moon emblem of House Tars. Claude pushed the door open, bowed slightly, and stepped aside, not entering the room.

Garen walked into the bedroom, where the furnishings were simple yet aristocratic.

A faded tapestry hung on the wall, depicting Garlon the Morninglight holding hands with a pure maiden among the Seven Gods. A thick wool carpet was laid on the stone floor, soft and silent when stepped on.

In the center of the room stood a large wooden bath tub filled with warm water. A few pale purple lavender petals and a handful of fragrant herbs floated on the water, and steam rose, blurring the air.

A nearby fireplace burned with chopped wood, its flames casting a warm glow on the walls. A small door in the corner led to the maids' cramped lounge, half-open, letting in a faint candlelight. A fair-skinned girl, about thirteen or fourteen, stood by the tub, dressed in a gray linen maid's gown with her sleeves slightly rolled up. She was testing the water's temperature with her hand, her movements gentle. Upon seeing Garlon enter, she turned and smiled a respectful, bright smile.

"Master, I have prepared the bath water. I will help you undress." Her voice was clear, with a hint of the accent of a Tasmanian fisherman.

Garen walked over and nodded. The girl stepped forward, skillfully untied the ties of his outer robe, and helped him take off his salt-stained clothes.

He stepped into the bathtub, and the warm water instantly enveloped his whole body. The light woody scent and rosemary in the water intertwined, dispelling his physical fatigue and making him relax involuntarily.

The girl's name was Carina, a maid personally chosen for Garlon by his late mother. She had served Garlon since childhood and was very close to him. Her chestnut hair was slightly curled, tied into a ponytail, revealing her snow-white, slender neck. She looked very clean and beautiful.

"Carina, please go out first. I'll call you after I finish washing." Garlon closed his eyes, his voice low and with a hint of fatigue.

Carina bowed slightly, replied "yes", and tiptoed back to the small door, leaving Garlon alone immersed in the warm steam and thoughts.

With his head leaning back on the edge of the barrel, Garlon closed his eyes and relaxed his body and mind.

He just remembered a question now.

That is, he seemed to have gotten dressed too early.

According to the knowledge taught to him by Maester Riamo, it is now the year 275 of the Conquest Era, and the Mad King Iris still sits on the throne.

Ned Stark is only 12 years old now, only 4 years older than him.

It's still at least twenty years before the original story begins.

Although Garen knew some of the early stories of Game of Thrones, he couldn't say he knew them all.

He is now in the same period as people like Jaime Lannister, Ned Stark, and Littlefinger.

"interesting."

With his eyes closed, Garen smiled slightly. He didn't feel confused at all, but rather found it very interesting.

After all, this era is very exciting.

The Tourney at Harrenhal, the War of the Usurper, and the Rebellion in the Iron Islands were all much more dramatic than what happened after Robert took the Iron Throne.

When the real plot begins, he is about 30 years old, which is also the peak of his career.

And his current status is only slightly lower than Robert, James and others.

He is the heir to Mulin Hall and the legitimate son of an earl.

Tas Island, where Mulin Hall is located, is equivalent to a smaller version of Wanwan.

The territory contains mountains, grasslands, hills, and forests, and is rich in resources.

Although the Tas family is not as wealthy as Qingting Island, it has a larger population and more abundant resources, and can be said to be a very good territory.

The location of Tas Island is also quite good.

It is located on the northeast side of Storm's End, guarding it like a shield.

Tarth is also the island closest to the continent of Essos in Westeros. It only takes five days to travel from Tarth to Pentos in the Free City by boat.

It only takes three days to get to Tyrosh, which is faster than getting to King's Landing.

Such a geographical location is very suitable for trade.

If Tarth could produce as much wine as the Arbor, it would definitely become the richest territory on the east coast of Westeros.

It’s a pity that Tasmania doesn’t have any particularly famous specialties except the sapphires occasionally found on the beach.

But even so, Tas Island has a population of about 150,000.

In addition to Dusk Hall Castle, there are three towns and twenty or thirty villages of various sizes on Tas Island.

With a single order, Earl Selwyn could summon about 200 knights and 3000 soldiers.

In addition to these knights and soldiers, the Tas family also has a fleet of more than a dozen ships.

This fleet is not large, but it is quite impressive. It is usually used for trade, but in times of war it can also be used as a warship to defend against pirates and transport troops.

One can imagine the strength of the Tas family as they can afford to support so many soldiers and have a fleet.

Since there were no other viscounts and barons on the island of Tas, it was completely in the hands of the Tas family, so the wealth accumulated by the Tas family was also considerable.

This can be seen from the many decorations in the Castle of Dusk Hall, as well as the materials and accessories used in his and his father's clothes.

“It’s a truly blessed place.”

Garlon sighed in his heart. He could find no fault with Tas Island and he liked this fiefdom very much.

When he has time, he will use his knowledge as a time traveler to help Tas Island find some ways to make money. Then Tas Island will be truly invincible.

It can earn money from both the nobles of Westeros and the free cities across the way.

With money and connections, you can definitely gain more benefits in the war against the usurper.

They, House Tarth, are vassals of House Baratheon.

By getting on good terms with Robert and helping the Baratheons ascend the Iron Throne, the Tarths can get a piece of the action.

While taking a bath, Garlon was thinking about his future.

"Master, do you want me to add some hot water for you?" Karina's voice came from outside the small door.

"Wow"

Garen got up from the tub, water dripping off his body: "No, I'm done."

Hearing the noise, Carina immediately walked in, draped a warm and soft towel over Garlon, and helped Garlon wipe his body.

Garlon had nothing to be embarrassed about; he was only eight years old and hadn't fully developed yet. Besides, Carina had always bathed and cleaned him like this, so it would have been unusual for him to refuse.

Soon, Carina helped Garlon dry his body and changed him into underwear and a set of black silk pajamas.

After changing her clothes, Carina came to the door and pulled a rope. Immediately, the bell above made a tinkling sound.

After a while, several strong women pushed open the heavy oak door and nimbly carried away the bathtub and the water inside.

"Master, have a good rest. Call me if you need anything."

Carina rearranged the quilt and pillows on the bed, making sure there was nothing wrong, then bowed slightly to Garlon.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work, Carina."

Carina smiled sweetly and walked into her cubicle.

The fireplace in the room was crackling, and it was very warm.

However, Garlon was not in a hurry to go to bed. It was only afternoon and the light outside the window was still bright.

He came to the window and pushed it open.

Suddenly, the fresh blue sea spread out before my eyes, merging with the light blue of the sky.

No wonder my predecessor liked this room on the fifth floor.

From the window, you can clearly overlook the entire Dusk Hall Castle. Looking into the distance, you can even see the most prosperous Sapphire Harbor on Tas Island and the nearby Sapphire Town.

At this moment, all the merchant ships passing through Tas Bay have docked at Sapphire Harbor, and the fishing boats and fishermen on Tas Island are gradually returning. The dock and the town seem particularly lively, and the bustling sounds can be faintly heard from a long distance away at the Castle of Dusk Hall.

The clear blue sky, the jewel-like sea, the quaint town, the wooden sailboats, as well as the merchants, fishermen, running children and vendors coming and going, form a harmonious and beautiful picture.

Garen lowered his gaze and looked at his own castle.

The castle walls, constructed of thick gray granite, rose about twenty feet high, their surface rough and riddled with salt streaks and tiny cracks etched by the sea wind. Ten feet wide at the base, they were rock-solid, built to withstand storms and enemy attacks. A low circle of battlements, embedded with iron slits for archers, surrounded the top. A half-collapsed watchtower leaned against the wall in the southeast corner, its remains covered in a stubborn green of samphire.

Because the castle was built on a hill, the terrain was relatively steep, and coupled with the twenty-foot-high walls, it was extremely difficult for the enemy to attack by force.

The Dusk Star Tower where Garlon is located is the main tower of the castle, about a hundred feet high. When there is heavy fog, a bonfire will be lit on the top of the tower to guide merchant ships and fishing boats traveling on the Strait of Tas.

Besides Evening Star Tower, the castle boasted four or five other towers of varying heights, some with pointed roofs, some with domes, and some with square roofs. Their roofs were covered in weathered, bluish-black tiles, and a square chimney rose in the center, two of which emitted faint white smoke.

These buildings include the kitchen, armory, storage room, etc. of Duskfall Castle.

In the southeast corner of the castle, there is a stable, and you can hear the neighing of horses from inside from time to time.

The castle's courtyard is large, paved with pebbles and broken shells. It looks very neat, not at all like the castle courtyards in Winterfell in the TV series that are covered with black mud and look messy.

Behind the castle, you can vaguely see the branches of many tall trees. That is the sacred forest of Mulin Hall. There are ancient trees in it that are thousands of years old. In his memory, Garlon likes to play in the sacred forest very much.

This castle can be said to have completely washed away the disgust that Garen had for the Game of Thrones castle when he watched the TV series in his previous life.

The Tas family has been operating on Tas Island for thousands of years, and has indeed built a castle that is both beautiful and sturdy.

This may be the foundation of a big family.

After looking out the window for a long time, Garlon withdrew his gaze reluctantly, closed the window, and went to bed to rest.

Garen slept soundly, and felt somewhat happy and incredible.

Because he had poor sleep in his previous life, he woke up easily and rarely had a good sleep that lasted all night.

However, after crossing over, he slept very well.

Maybe it's because he has three legendary bloodlines and is exceptionally healthy?

In short, after waking up, Garlon felt happy both physically and mentally.

He increasingly felt that time travel was a good thing.

"Master, you're awake!"

Carina seemed to have heard the noise, and at the right moment she leaned out from the small door and greeted with a smile.

"Well, Carina, good morning."

Garen smiled and said.

"Good morning, young master."

Carina smiled sweetly and immediately brought hot water and toiletries.

After washing his face with a wet hot towel, Garlon was embarrassed when he looked at the cup and toothbrush.

That "toothbrush" is actually a bramble.

It is about as long as a chopstick and as thick as a finger, and one-third of the head is crushed into fine fibers.

As far as I remember, the predecessor used this kind of "chewing stick" dipped in salt to brush teeth and clean the mouth.

Never mind, just make do with it.

Garlon dipped the branch in some salt and carefully cleaned his mouth and teeth, but this thing was rough after all. Even though he was very careful, his gums still hurt a little and bled a little.

"I have to find a way to invent a toothbrush..."

After rinsing his mouth, Garlon shook his head, feeling that this problem was urgent. Otherwise, brushing his teeth with this thing every morning and evening would be a real headache.

After washing up, Carina brought a set of carefully prepared clothes.

She first put a close-fitting linen shirt on Garlon. The fabric was soft and delicate, and the cuffs were slightly tightened.

The outer robe is made of wool and silk, with some retro patterns embroidered on a dark gray background. The pattern is fine and outlined with gold thread. The hem of the robe reaches the knees and is fastened with three ebony buttons on the front.

His trousers were simple black linen trousers, fastened with a leather cord below the knees, practical yet neat. On his feet were a pair of high leather boots, sewn from cowhide with thick soles, suitable for the gravel ground on the island.

After putting on this suit, Carina tied a wide leather belt around Garlon's waist. It was made of tanned cowhide, inlaid with gold buckles, and the tail of the belt was hung down and engraved with wavy patterns.

This outfit is obviously that of an aristocrat. A commoner probably couldn't afford such clothes even if he worked hard for a year.

Garen was very satisfied after putting it on.

In his previous life, he was handsome and had excellent grades. Many female classmates confessed their feelings to him, but he never accepted them, mainly because he was financially strapped. His adoptive parents gave him little pocket money and only one or two sets of clothes, which they would only change when they were worn out. His clothes and shoes were so shabby, and he didn't want others to know about his difficulties, so he never wanted to date. After all, you can't always wear your school uniform when dating.

But now that he has traveled through time, he can wear different clothes every day, and they are all tailor-made and made of exquisite materials, which makes him feel very good.

After getting dressed, Garlon walked to the south corner of the bedroom, where stood a half-length bronze mirror from Myr. The frame was made of bronze and carved with winding vine patterns. The brass mirror surface was polished as smooth as water. Although not as transparent as a glass mirror, it could still reflect people's figures clearly, making it a rare work of craftsmanship.

He stood before the mirror and looked at himself for the first time.

(End of this chapter)