Game of Thrones: Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

　　 Daenerys and Renice both gave their dragon eggs a most suitable name.

Renesse wanted to commemorate her father Rega, so she named her Rego, and Daenerys had never seen her parents’ eldest brother since she was born. Visiris is all her, so the little girl is her own The dragon egg was named Vesselion.

　　 "Then...what is your dragon egg going to name?"

　　 And the older of the two girls looked at the deep black dragon egg, then raised her head and asked curiously.

　　 Hearing this question, Veserys thought slightly.

　　 He didn't know if it was a coincidence, the white dragon Vesselion and the green dragon Lei Ge happened to be called by this name, but the black dragon of Veselis was not going to be called Zhuo Geng.

　　 "If it can hatch..."

　　 Veserys nodded slightly, then hesitated.

　　 "I am going to name it Bellerion."

　　 And at this moment.

"Meow?"

　　 Renesse’s little black cat happened to pass by the window. It heard Viselis’s voice, and turned its head slightly suspicious. It thought Viselis was calling him.

　　 The atmosphere in the room stagnated for a second.

　　 then.

　　 "Puff hahahaha."

　　 "I said you... Brother, why did you name your dragon egg a cat?"

　　 The brown-haired girl couldn't help laughing with an imageless belly. She leaned forward and then laughed, and tears fell.

　　 And Visiris's face suddenly turned black.

　　 "Renice, please go back and copy the family history!"

　　 Actually, Renesse knew that Bellerion was not just the name of a cat, and that Bellerion was named for the little black cat herself.

　　 Bellerion is also the name of the huge black dragon that Aegon rode to conquer Westeros. It is even more than one hundred and fifty meters long. It is called the ‘Black Death’, the real sky overlord.

　　 The girl just took the opportunity to tease Viselis.

　　 But... what Reness knows is not all about the name "Bellarion".

　　 "Listen to me, you two, I will give you popular science."

　　 Veserys supported the table with one hand and then sighed.

　　 "Bellerion is not only the name of the "Black Death" cat and Aegon's dragon, but he is also the name of a deity in the ancient Valyrian civilization."

　　 "Meow~"

　　 Viselis was talking, and the little black cat jumped in from the window.

　　 Then he rubbed its fluffy head on Viselis's trouser legs. It really thought Viselis was calling it just now.

　　 And the silver-haired boy also squatted down and picked up the coquettish little black cat, put it in his arms, and continued to explain seriously.

　　 Although Renesse also received the royal elite-style education and hired her the best teachers, her knowledge reserve is still not as deep as that of Viselis.

　　 In order to track down the connection between the black fog and the Valyrian civilization, Veselis tirelessly read many books about this once-lost civilization and learned many stories about ancient Valyria.

"The three dragons of Aegon I the Conqueror. Bellerion was one of the five dragons that survived the Valyrian apocalypse, and later hatched Waghal and Milassis on Dragonstone Island. ."

　　 "The names of these three dragons are all the names of gods in the Valyrian civilization."

　　 Veserys is sharing stories with two girls about the ancient Valyrian gods.

　　 At this moment, the door of his room was knocked.

　　嘭嘭嘭——

　　 "Your Majesty."

　　 The voice of the guard came from outside the door.

　　 "Sir Jeffrey, please."

　　 The old Sir heard that the little king had returned from Pantos to Andalus, and then drove over on a fast horse from the port.

"Um?"

　　 And Veserys was slightly taken aback when he heard the news that the old Sir had arrived.

　　 then put down the black dragon egg in his hand, locked the box again, and returned it to the original place.

"Eh?"

　　 Seeing Viselis closing the box again, the two girls thought Viselis was going to regret it, but Viselis just shook his head.

　　 "I'll take care of something first."

　　 "I will give you these two dragon eggs when I come back."

　　 Then, Veselis hurriedly left the house and hurried to the main hall.

　　 Today, the political structure of Andalus is that Veserys has most of the power, and all affairs of the entire city are managed and mobilized by the soldiers.

　　 And the Old Sir still holds the Targaryen fleet, guarding the coastline and Dragon Stone Island.

　　 Many affairs on Dragon Rock Island are also managed by Sir Jeffrey, who is worthy of the name of the No. 2 figure in the sphere of influence of the Targaryen family.

　　 Both power and status are deeply ingrained, and now even Prince Oberon, who is equally accomplished in Andalus, wants to challenge the status of the old knight.

However, Andalus is still a long way from the coastline. Weselis did not expect that the old Sir suddenly rushed over from the port or Longshi Island. It must be something important that happened~www.novelmt.com~So Wesai Only then did Reese hurried over.

　　 "Your Majesty."

　　 However, when Viserys arrived at the main hall of the castle, Sir Jeffrey, with white beard and hair, was already waiting here. He was wearing a golden badge on his chest, which looked exceptionally spirited.

　　 "Your Majesty."

　　 "Your Majesty."

　　Prince Oberon, who is responsible for guarding the city-state and commanding the two thousand guards, and the Gunther Bachelor of Longshidao are also sitting here.

　　 This is Andalus’s highest-level conference lineup today.

　　 "Master Jeffrey, it's been a long time since I saw you."

　　 "It looks like your style remains the same."

　　 After taking his seat, Veserys greeted the old jazz first.

　　 The commander-in-chief of the Dragon Stone Island fleet, now his nominal ‘hand of the king’ concurrently serving as minister of the sea affairs is not only a beacon of his life, but also a role like a strict father.

　　Because of the distance, Sir Jeffrey returned to Longstone Island to deal with affairs from time to time. The two of them have not seen each other for more than half a year.

　　 However, the old Sir is still loyal and does not have the slightest double heart.

　　 "Your Majesty, it's really been a long time since I saw you."

　　 The gray-haired old man was sitting on the nearest chair to Visiris's left hand. A pair of slightly dim old eyes looked at the increasingly sharp-edged boy in front of him, and the last bit of worry in his heart disappeared.

　　 Veserys can manage the city by himself, and he has not become arrogant and extravagant because of losing control.

　　 Then the old Sir leaned forward, his face was slightly straightened, his smile narrowed, and he started talking about business.

　　 "Your Majesty."

　　 "The new fleet of usurpers has been built."