There was no need for concealment.
Daeron rode Caraxes, flying out of King's Landing in broad daylight.
If someone looked up closely, they might discover a person on the dragon's back.
It didn't matter; riding a dragon was meant to be seen.
Barristan's caution was not misplaced.
However, Daeron controlled two thousand Gold Cloaks and five hundred Dragon Guards; he was no longer the same as before.
Among the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms, he was now on par with top-tier families like the Royces, Rowans, and Yronwoods.
"A dragon!"
The common folk of King's Landing saw the red dragon, looking up with expressions of awe.
Today, more than a hundred and fifty years after the extinction of dragons.
It was Prince Daeron who brought back the dragons, allowing a young dragon to appear over King's Landing once more.
Over the past year, the people of King's Landing had grown familiar with the presence of dragons.
The young prince's handsome appearance had also gradually won the hearts of the people.
The The Kingswood, the Witch's Hut.
Daeron held a bowl of bright green medicinal soup, his brow furrowed. "Do I really have to drink this?"
How is this even more ridiculous than the potions brewed by the Wizard in Stardew Valley?
The Witch leaned on a black cane; she was small in stature but had a sharp temper. "Of course you have to drink it. I spent half a year painstakingly collecting ingredients just to brew one portion."
As she spoke, a piece of moss floated to the surface of the bowl.
Daeron: ————
The Witch tapped her cane and said with some embarrassment, "Drink it, don't let it go to waste!"
She could accept others looking down on her origins, but she could not accept them looking down on her craft.
Daeron gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and gulped it down.
Buzz—
His brain buzzed, and he felt the world spinning. His body began to go numb, and patches of green appeared before his eyes.
"Trees... so many trees."
Daeron felt dazed, as if he had eaten poisonous mushrooms.
He wasn't afraid of danger.
Outside the hut, Caraxes was there, along with Ser Barristan and Ser Jon standing guard.
Even he himself had a certain level of immunity.
"There seem to be mushrooms too...?"
But with a bowl of green soup in his stomach, Daeron no longer knew where he was.
After a dozen seconds or so.
Daeron slowly regained consciousness; the swaying trees before his eyes disappeared, and his vision returned to normal.
No, wait!
He could clearly see every speck of mouse droppings in the corner of the hut; his vision was even better than before.
The Witch said, "Close your eyes and feel the breath of the forest."
Daeron did as he was told.
Suddenly, he found that his perception had been greatly enhanced.
Previously, he could only vaguely sense two surging powers within him: the fire flowing in his veins and the Life Force that everyone possessed.
Now, after closing his eyes, he sensed an additional natural, fresh, and resilient Forest Magic.
He opened his panel.
[Farmer: Daeron Targaryen]
Farming: Level 10 (Rancher, Artisan)
Mining: Level 8 (Miner)
Foraging: Level 9 (Forester)
Fishing: Level 10 (Fisher, Pirate)
Combat: Level 7 (Fighter)
He navigated to the Special Abilities/Inventory tab, where the first special ability was prominently lit.
[Forest Magic]: "You will forever know the Junimo Language."
Daeron was overjoyed and thought to himself, "I can complete the bundles now."
He opened the bundles tab.
The Junimo script, which had previously looked like gibberish, hadn't changed, but he could now recognize and understand its meaning.
For example, the first bundle in the Pantry had five sub-bundles.
Spring Crops Bundle, Summer Crops Bundle, Quality Crops Bundle...
He had already stockpiled most of the items required for the bundles.
The matter was concluded for now.
The Witch began to shoo him away. "Alright, child. Go back to your own domain, and don't let that dragon near me again."
"Thank you."
Daeron politely took his leave.
Dragons were the source of fire, naturally countering Forest Magic.
He walked out of the Witch's Hut.
"Prince, how was it?"
Ser Jon looked worried.
Barristan felt much the same.
As Kingsguard who believed in honor, they naturally detested people like witches and sorcerers.
Daeron: "It was a success. Do not disturb her in the future."
Standing in the The Kingswood, he could faintly feel the forest's favor toward him.
Just as Targaryens were resistant to high temperatures and could move around Dragonmont without suffering from the stifling heat like ordinary people.
The effects of the [Forest Magic] concocted by the Witch were outstanding.
It simply made him feel at home in the forest, rather than altering his dragonlord bloodline by mixing leaves into the fire.
Barristan nodded. "She is indeed a very old Forest Witch; both your great-grandfather and grandfather heard her prophecies."
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Dragon Language Farm.
A small house, twenty-eight Quality Sprinklers in front of the door, and a Big Chicken Coop and a Big Barn by the waterfall.
Potatoes and cauliflowers were growing in the fields.
In the coop and Barn, there were now two rabbits, two goats, two sheep, and two pigs.
Daeron walked to the workspace next to the house as usual and gathered the animal products.
Then, he returned to the house.
"Potatoes, cauliflowers, green beans..."
He took out various bundle items and put them into the Shipping Bin to be offered up.
Without the old Community Center, he could only use the Shipping Bin.
Night fell.
2:00 AM.
Daeron slept in his bed, warmed by the fire in the fireplace.
Caraxes lay outside the house, his massive body stretched out in a long line, exhaling hot breath with every respiration.
Gradually...
:
Daeron's eyelids twitched as he had a dream after a long time.
A little green apple appeared in his dream, gesturing with two stick-like arms and gibbering something.
It seemed a bit anxious.
The next day.
Daeron woke up at 6:00 AM sharp and went out to harvest animal products.
He was startled when he passed the Shipping Bin.
Colorful gifts of all sizes were piled up like a small hill.
Pop~ Pop-pop~~
He opened them one by one, revealing the rewards from the bundles.
There were furnaces, small magnet rings, preserves jars, seed makers...
All of them were practical tools.
"The bundles were successful, and the rewards have been delivered."
:
Daeron suddenly recalled the strange dream from the previous night.
That little green apple was indeed a Junimo.
"It seemed very anxious, wanting to tell me something."
Daeron pondered and couldn't help but look at Caraxes.
At this moment, Caraxes was lying outside the Barn, staring at the special animals inside and drooling with desire.
Daeron realized, "The dragon is too overbearing; the Junimos don't even dare to approach."
Even the Three-Eyed Crow didn't dare to try the dream-sending trick anymore.
Junimos were peace-loving and timid by nature.
They definitely wouldn't dare to come near the farm.
King's Landing.
Elia's face was full of distress as she applied medicine to her brother Oberyn once again.
"You shouldn't have provoked Daeron; he treats me with great respect."
: "I was just testing his mettle."
Oberyn pretended to be unbothered, but the slight stinging on his neck was a constant reminder of the humiliating threat he had faced.
A dangerous figure has emerged from the Targaryens!
Elia sighed. "The King does not accept Rhaegar's and my children. Daeron is the children's uncle; if you offend him, it will affect Rhaenys."
"A child with a Dornish appearance, what of it?"
Oberyn despised these worldly rules from the bottom of his heart. Pointing at his niece in the cradle, he said word for word, "She is the eldest daughter of Rhaegar Targaryen, and that is enough."
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Elia shook her head, not wanting to dwell on this issue.
Over the past half year.
She had clearly seen Rhaegar's power growing, while also feeling the increasing pressure he was under.
He was like a powder keg, needing only a fuse to explode.
Oberyn had a slight smile on his lips as he reassured her, "Don't worry, my brother and I will not sit idly by. We will ensure Rhaegar ascends the Iron Throne safely."
As he spoke, his gaze drifted to his niece, who was gnawing on her fingers.
When the time was ripe, they would establish an heir with Martell blood and tame a dragon.