Night fell.
Blackwater Bay was not very calm, waves surging endlessly.
Clang!
Daeron suddenly reached out, stopping his body from tilting due to the ship's swaying.
He was already on the royal ship, staying in a private cabin.
It was just that the wind and waves in Blackwater Bay were too strong, making him, who was going to sea for the first time, a bit unaccustomed.
"Phew, luckily I'm not seasick."
Daeron let out a long breath, comforting himself.
It's worth mentioning, the ship was named "the wanton prince".
A tribute to his ancestor from eight generations ago—and I'm not joking about the eight generations.
Knock, knock, knock!
Someone knocked on the door outside, and Davos's voice rang out.
"Prince, the wind and waves are strong tonight, are you alright?"
"I'm fine, let me have a quiet night."
Hearing this, Davos sensibly left, as he still had to check other locations.
Daeron held his breath, and hearing the footsteps outside fade away, he pulled back a black stove-like object from the corner.
Just now when the ship tilted, everything had crashed into the corner.
Click!
He opened the lid of the black stove; inside, the charcoal was burning brightly, holding a red dragon egg.
"This thing is indeed convenient."
Daeron checked the dragon egg, feeling the heat of the fire, and felt much more at ease.
This wasn't a stove in the traditional sense, but an Incubator specifically for dragon eggs.
In this day and age, no one made these anymore.
You ask where it came from?
Naturally, it was an old antique that Count Owen found while rummaging through junk in the treasury.
Also dating back to the period of the Dance of the Dragons, it had been used for some prince's dragon egg.
After the extinction of the dragons, it was swept into the treasury to gather dust.
"All-powerful Lord Owen."
Daeron sighed, barely holding back a smile.
He took out a sun essence and gently placed it next to the dragon egg.
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This time there was no blinding light.
The dragon egg seemed to have had its fill once; touching the sun essence again, it slowly and orderly absorbed a sliver of energy, replenishing its missing vitality.
According to the frequency of energy absorption, it would take seven days to drain a sun essence.
"The hatching of the dragon egg is just around the corner."
Daeron was fully focused, sensing that the day the dragon egg would hatch was not far off.
Closing the lid, he stuffed the Incubator under the bed.
There were many things today; he needed to get into bed and review them properly.
After he left, Alliser would manage the Gold Cloaks and assist Lord Manley in recruiting personnel to fill the 2,000-man roster of the Gold Cloaks.
As long as the Small Council didn't cause trouble, he didn't need to worry about these things.
Secondly, Cersei also came to the port to see him off.
He gave Cersei another Golden Star Daffodil, moving her to the point of being overwhelmed, nearly hugging and kissing him on the spot.
Thanks to Tygett Lannister, who had always disliked Daeron, pulling his niece back, otherwise she really would have succeeded.
Daeron sent flowers naturally because he had something to ask.
He asked Cersei to find a way to search for a Forest Witch.
Forest Witches were rare, almost every one of them hiding in uninhabited lands.
It was only in the last ten years, with the early arrival of the Red Comet and the continent's magic becoming increasingly dense, that such occult figures gradually became active.
Cersei promised on the spot, patting her chest, that she would definitely find a Forest Witch before Daeron returned.
That posture was very... chesty... Red Keep.
"A Lannister always pays his debts!"
Cersei, with a haughty look, stuffed the written letter into her uncle Tygett's arms.
"I promised Prince Daeron I would find a Forest Witch for him, so I cannot break my word."
"Give the letter to the Acting Lord of Casterly Rock and tell him to do it for me."
Tygett was big and burly, but at this moment, he was also speechless.
"Cersei, Forest Witches are dangerous individuals; we don't need to take risks for an outsider."
The Westeros Continent was relatively backward, still in a feudal society.
Regarding witches, wizards, and their ilk, they were all seen as dangerous and ominous, to be avoided.
Who would go looking for them proactively?
Cersei raised her head and questioned, "Uncle, I promised the Prince. Do you want me to be someone who doesn't keep her word, so I won't have the face to see him again?"
She was now very dissatisfied with her third uncle, who had doted on her since childhood.
If not for him, she could have kissed the Prince at the port this morning.
And right in front of Princess Shae.
"You know, I meant well."
Tygett's mouth twitched; he was truly afraid of this niece.
"Then go do it."
The corner of Cersei's mouth curled up, and she didn't forget to remind him: "Don't tell my father, got it?"
"...Fine."
Tygett was extremely speechless, but he didn't want to reject his niece's dream of marrying the Prince and be hated by her for the rest of his life.
"That's good."
Cersei gave a light snort, her mood couldn't be better, and she turned back to write another letter.
The quill rustled as the letter was written to her brother, Jaime Lannister.
She heard that Jaime was in Riverrun in the Riverlands.
Just right, she'd have her good brother arrange things for her and search for a Forest Witch in the Riverlands.
He wouldn't dare disobey.
"I have to find a way to get Jaime to my side obediently, otherwise I won't even find a good excuse when I want to contact the Prince."
Cersei put her world-shaking wisdom to work.
As everyone knows, the point of world-shaking wisdom isn't the wisdom, but being world-shaking enough.
"It's written."
Cersei was satisfied and muttered to herself: "The first thing the Prince asked of me, even if I have to kidnap one, I will bring back a Forest Witch."
...Meanwhile, Daeron had already fallen asleep.
the wanton prince drifted with the current, crossing wave after wave.
Unknowingly, Daeron entered a dream again.
This time, he dreamed he was flying in the clouds, riding an indistinguishable giant beast beneath him; the pent-up frustration in his chest was swept away, replaced by pure exhilaration and lofty ambitions.
"Caw, caw, caw!"
Suddenly, a burst of crowing sounded, pulling him from the sky back to the ground.
Daeron opened his eyes in a daze, unexpectedly back inside the Dragon Language Farm.
The small house, the farmland with the Basic Sprinkler, the meteorite by the mailbox... everything was as it always was.
"Caw, caw...!"
Several crows landed on the ground, ignoring the scarecrow's attempts to drive them away, and lowered their heads to peck at the newly sprouted crops.
Looking at the scarecrow again.
Its ridiculous expression was full of anxiety, trying to wave its arms to drive away the crows, only to find it had no arms at all.
"Get out! Damn crows!"
Out of concern for the crops, Daeron set aside his doubts and subconsciously stepped forward to drive the crows away.
The crows scattered in all directions.
"Caw, caw, caw!"
Only one crow didn't leave, provocatively stepping on the old straw hat on the scarecrow's head.
It tilted its head, repeatedly sizing up Daeron.
"How... strange?"
Daeron's thinking was sluggish; he had noticed something was wrong but couldn't figure out where the error lay.
A thought suddenly sprouted in his mind.
This crow seemed somewhat familiar.
Daeron looked up, eyes wide, trying to see the crow clearly.
The crow happened to lower its head.
Above those crow eyes, a larger and rounder red eye grew on its forehead, like a piece of red amber embedded in the center of its forehead.
"Caw, caw!!"
The moment their gazes met the three eyes, another piercing crow call rang out.
Daeron's whole body jolted, and he immediately woke up from the dream.
For a moment, his mind went blank, his heart pounding wildly, and his chest drenched in sweat.
Knock, knock, knock!
The door was knocked on again, and Davos's voice dispersed the panic.
"Prince, it's dawn."
"We're about to dock at Dragonstone."
Daeron was stunned for a moment, subconsciously touching his chest, feeling the violent heaving of his heart as his thoughts gradually gathered.
"Crow... a three-eyed crow..."
Calm as he was, he knew this was definitely no simple nightmare.
Creak!
Davos outside didn't get a reply and, out of concern, pushed the door open and entered.
Concerned, he asked: "Prince, are you feeling unwell anywhere?"
"I'm fine, just had a nightmare."
Daeron waved his hand, suppressing the alarm in his heart, and asked: "What time is it?"
In his confusion, he had even forgotten the time on the panel.
Davos stated the time and expressed concern again: "We're almost at Dragonstone. Prince, if you're not in good condition, I'll send someone to notify the people on the island to find a Maester."
"No need, let's go ashore!"
Daeron rolled out of
bed, returning to his normal demeanor.
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