The "Onion Knight" was not an indecisive man.
On the contrary, being able to sail the seas and accomplish the great feat of relieving the food shortage at Storm's End showed that he did not lack courage and had a very precise grasp of timing.
Thump!
Davos knelt on one knee, his chest thumping like a drum, yet he could not hide his determination:
"Prince, in other matters, I might not be up to the task."
"But when it comes to sailing and dealing with people, I have traveled as far as The Wall and Pentos across the Narrow Sea. I am confident that I am second to none."
"I, Davos Seaworth of Flea Bottom, a smuggler who has mended his ways, implore you to give me a chance to steer the helm for you and exchange my loyalty for honor."
These words were sincere, carrying the determination of a commoner seizing an opportunity to turn his life around.
However, he did not receive an immediate response.
Daeron gazed at him, seeing a self-respect that rivaled a true knight's in his back, which remained straight even while kneeling.
It was only his humble birth that had buried his talent.
Like a piece of gold hidden in the mud, waiting for the right person to find it.
Now, it was time for this piece of gold to shine.
Daeron's expression turned solemn: "Davos Seaworth, do you desire honor?"
"Yes, Prince."
Davos took a deep breath and answered truthfully.
Daeron questioned, "If I were to order you to be knighted, would you be willing to abandon your past sins and embrace a new life?"
"Nothing would please me more!"
Davos looked up, his eyes full of earnestness.
"Very well."
Daeron leaned down and personally helped him up.
And he told him.
He would find a true knight to dub him and lead him toward righteousness.
"I've seen it all now."
Count Owen felt a sourness in his heart, as if he had eaten a raw lemon... Small Council.
"Prince, please show some mercy. Red Keep's dungeons cannot hold so many prisoners."
The "master of laws," Count Simon, pleaded bitterly, casting aside even his dignity.
Several days had passed since the purge of King's Landing.
Even after sorting through the criminals arrested by the Gold Cloaks, more than eight hundred and seventy people remained in custody.
Nearly nine hundred people!
Not to mention whether Red Keep's dungeons could hold them, just providing enough food every day to keep the prisoners from starving was a significant expense.
"Lord Simon, it's not that I don't sympathize with you, but I have other plans."
Daeron unexpectedly appeared at the Small Council meeting, sitting in the seat of the Hand of the King.
As a Prince and the Deputy Commander of the City Watch, he was certainly not qualified to participate in the Small Council.
But who could blame him when he was so deeply favored by his father and controlled the only armed force in King's Landing?
Having just returned from the Mud Gate, he was escorted to the Small Council by several Grand Maesters.
The King and the Hand of the King were absent once again.
Lord Simon huffed in anger: "Prince, what exactly do you intend to do?"
"Indeed, Prince."
The "Master of Coin," Count Chesd, echoed from the side.
There were still four ministers at this Small Council meeting, and these two were the main ones trying to persuade him.
Daeron had nothing to hide and said clearly: "I have already ordered the Acting Maester to send ravens to The Wall, informing the Commander of the Nights Watch to send people to take the prisoners away."
There were still Others north of The Wall.
The Nights Watch was the front-line force defending the Seven Kingdoms.
It just so happened that the Nights Watch was short-handed, and he had captured a large number of criminals.
He believed the Commander of the Nights Watch would be very willing to replenish his ranks.
"The Nights Watch?"
Varys's eyes flickered.
The other three ministers looked at each other, unable to find any fault with the plan.
In the purge plan, all prisoners who escaped execution were guaranteed to take the black and head for The Wall.
For King's Landing, it was just removing a batch of unstable elements.
But for the Nights Watch on The Wall, they were the best source of soldiers.
The "master of ships," Luthor, nodded silently: "This method is feasible."
Coming from the Velaryon family, assisting the royal family was the responsibility of successive heads of the house.
Under the premise of offending Prince Rhaegar, he was more inclined toward Prince Daeron, who was favored by the King.
Especially since Prince Daeron had already taken control of the City Watch.
From the iron fist and decisive character he displayed, he was not weaker than Prince Rhaegar, who acted willfully.
With the prisoners' destination settled, the meeting ended without further issue.
After the Others dispersed, Daeron did not leave.
He specifically kept Ser Gerold, the "White Bull" and Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, who represented the King.
"Prince, I'll go keep watch."
Ser Jon gave a greeting and went to the door to stand guard.
Daeron understood.
Then, he looked at Ser Gerold.
Knowing that sun essence could help hatch dragon eggs, he could not let the dragon egg of House Hightower go.
He had to get his hands on it.
"Ser..."
Just as he spoke.
Ser Gerold sighed helplessly and spoke first: "Prince, I am willing to write a letter and send it back to the Citadel in the form of a family letter."
"Really?"
Daeron's expression turned serious.
Ser Gerold: "I cannot say more. If my nephew, Lord Leyton, is interested, he will give you an answer."
"That's enough!"
Daeron followed up: "What does Lord Leyton require? Even a seat on the Small Council, I can vacate one for him."
In his memory, House Hightower of Oldtown had always been a famous great noble family in the Seven Kingdoms.
During the Dance of the Dragons, they were the leaders of the Green faction.
After that, they gradually kept a low profile and rarely touched power.
The current members of the Small Council were all slackers who only knew how to flatter Father Aerys and slander his elder brother Rhaegar.
With his influence, unseating one would not be a problem.
If all else failed, even giving away his teacher Tywin's position as Hand of the King would be acceptable.
"Prince, absolutely not."
Ser Gerold was startled and stopped him: "Lord Leyton is not keen on power. If you wish to send a meeting gift, just providing some special crops or items will suffice."
His nephew, Leyton Hightower, was studying occultism at the Citadel and was almost obsessed with it.
Having listened to Ser Jon's persuasion over the past few days, the other party had subtly indicated that Prince Daeron held many special crops and items in his hands.
Furthermore, the quality was extremely high.
It would surely satisfy his nephew Leyton's interests.
"No problem."
Daeron promised immediately.
As long as the dragon egg could be returned to him, let alone mere special crops and items.
Even a living, special cow that could stably produce milk containing Life Force, he could purchase one as a return gift.
This kind of special cow that produced livestock products.
Currently, in the entire Seven Kingdoms, only the Cider Hall of Count Owen's family had one.
Its value was beyond measure... That night.
Daeron stayed at the farm.
It was the last day of spring, and tomorrow would be the start of summer.
Before the season changed, he had to sell his crops and non-essential items in advance.
Such as two harvests of strawberries, foraged items, two amethysts, one jade, and a large egg.
Once he collected the money tomorrow, he could begin his summer development.
2:00 AM.
The settlement panel appeared on time;
[Farming: 5760g]
[Foraging: 380g]
[Fishing: 0g]
[Mining: 520g]
[Other: 95g]
[Total: 6595g]
...Dawn broke.
Spring went and summer came; the climate changed.
"Cock-a-doodle-doo!"
At the first crow of the rooster in the morning, Daeron opened his eyes and got out of bed.
He immediately checked the panel.
Summer Day 1, Monday, Windy, 6:00 AM.
[Gold: 8489g]
"As expected, a year at Dragon Language Farm only has four months, with 28 days in a month."
Daeron was already mentally prepared.
It was just a change of season.
Time on the farm and in the outside world was synchronized.
It wasn't that Daeron would age by a year just because a year passed on the farm.
On the first day of summer, he turned on the television on time.
[Weather Report]: "Tomorrow... sunny... suitable for going out foraging..."
[Fortune Teller]: "The spirits are very happy today; you're going to be lucky."
[Living Off the Land]: "Summer is here, and you can plant all kinds of new crops!"
"Take Hops, for example."
"It takes a while for its vines to grow, but once they do, they will bear fruitful results every day."
"So, good luck to you!"
Daeron held the red dragon egg, which still retained some warmth from the fireplace, and smiled: "First year of summer, it's time to go to Dragonstone."