Game of Thrones: Royal Game

Chapter 184 Black Dragon Ion
After sailing out of Pentos Bay, the 'Kiss of the Breeze' headed south with the sea breeze.

At dusk that day, they chose a natural harbor to dock temporarily at Ian's order, preparing to hold a funeral for Viserys.

Not long after, a simple cremation altar was erected on the coast.

After Viserys' body was simply cleaned by the servants, he was put on a set of ordinary clean clothes, and then carried onto the cremation altar by Ian himself.

"Bring the oil." Daenerys ordered the servants around her, and they quickly brought jars of sesame oil.

Daenerys poured it over the funeral pyre, and the oil soon soaked the silk quilts, twigs, and bales of hay, seeped into the logs below, and filled the air with a scent.

Afterwards, Daenerys walked up to Celia and took the black egg from her hand.

"Don't be nervous, Your Majesty, the Lord of Light will protect you." Celia comforted Daenerys in a low voice when she saw Daenerys' stiff arms.

"Yeah." Daenerys nodded slightly, went back to the cremation altar with the egg in her arms, and placed the dragon egg on Viserys' body.

Then she herself sat on the cremation altar and nodded to Ian.

Ian waved his hand and let everyone else return to the boat, leaving only Daenerys, Celia and himself on the scene.

"Captain, why didn't they let us stay?" the first mate asked Darren Grafson as he walked to the ship.

After Celia bought the ship, she immediately fired the original captain and first mate, and after promoting the second mate to first mate, arranged for Daelon to become the new captain.

Although it is not appropriate to be a small captain as Daeron's "Earl of Seagull Town", but considering that this is only an empty title, and sailing is indeed his old profession, he still readily accepts this new job. duty.

"Who knows, maybe they are going to perform some kind of magical ceremony?" Daeron shrugged. As a knight anointed with holy oil, he didn't like the pagan priest next to Ian, just because of his love for Ian. Consistently obedient, he raised no objection to it.

"The night is long, and everything is dangerous." The first officer's reaction was completely different. After hearing the words, he immediately recited a prayer, and then returned to the ship honestly without further words.

When Celia bought a ship, she deliberately chose a ship where most of the sailors were followers of the Red God, and she quickly gained prestige among them.

Of course, Celia had already reported this matter to Ian.

"Are you ready? Your Majesty." Ian came to the cremation altar with a torch in hand, and asked Daenerys who was sitting on it.

Daenerys took a deep breath, then nodded emphatically.

The next moment, Ian put the torch into the dry grass and branches under the cremation altar, lit one corner, and then walked clockwise around the cremation altar, lighting the other four corners.

Soon, long tongues of flame soared into the sky on the cremation altar, licking the belly of the night sky.

The raging fire blew up a strong wind and scattered around with dense smoke. Ian, who was almost choked, could only back away, and he barely stopped until he lost the vision of Daenerys in the flames.

Similarly, Daenerys, who was in flames, also lost Ian's vision.

She did panic for a moment when she suddenly lost sight of Ian, but she quickly calmed down.

I am the heir of the dragon, Daenerys whispered in her heart.

Sitting on the cremation altar, Daenerys let herself be surrounded by raging fire. The flames, like a roaring beast, mercilessly engulfed everything around her, but she was the only one left unharmed.

She even admired the flames... Daenerys was fascinated by the flames, the flames were so beautiful, she had never seen anything more beautiful in her life.

Each cluster of fire is like a wizard in red, orange and yellow robes and a long smoky cloak fluttering over his shoulders.

It is like a unicorn composed of a bright red fire lion, a golden snake, and a light blue flame, like a fish, a fox, and a monster, like a wolf, a bird with bright feathers, and a big tree full of flowers.
Like a dragon?
The next moment, Daenerys saw those lava-like eyes again.

A gust of sea breeze blew, and the mangrove trees on the shore rustled, the flames on the funeral altar rose again, and the firewood hissed and burst.

In the smoke screen, countless glowing sparks rose up, drifting away into the dark night sky like fireflies.

"Look." Celia suddenly patted Ian who was staring at the flame.

Ian looked in the direction of Celia's finger, and found a blood-red comet appeared in the eastern sky. It dragged its long tail and shone brightly in the dark night sky.

"It seems that the dragon has already been born," Celia said, glancing at the cremation altar where the internal situation could not be known, and then said in a very serious tone, "Soon, all surviving players will learn that the dragon And the early arrival of the magic tide, we will become the target of public criticism."

Ian didn't answer Celia, but walked quickly towards the cremation altar where the flames were about to go out.

Here the smoke is pungent, and the ashes of burnt air are floating in the air.

Ian scraped away the ashes and found Daenerys in the middle of the ashes. She was naked, covered in soot, and her beautiful hair was also burned, but she herself was safe and sound.

Seeing Ian coming, she smiled at him.

Then, a sharp hiss sounded from behind Daenerys, and a young dragon covered with black scales climbed onto her shoulders. It spread its almost transparent wings, flapped twice, and then hissed. A few wisps of white smoke spit out from the mouth and nose.

"I succeeded, Earl E. Darry." Daenerys excitedly supported the black young dragon with the back of her hand, and handed it to Ian. "This is the dragon. I successfully resurrected the dragon!"

Ian was startled, he found that Daenerys used the word resurrection. Since the dragon race has been extinct for hundreds of years, it is true to say so, but Daenerys' attitude at this moment is completely different from her in the original book. It's completely different when the baby dragons are born.

She doesn't regard herself as the dragon's mother now!

But think about it, too. In the original book, Daenerys lost her husband Drogo and son Rhaego in exchange for the birth of the dragon in exchange for their lives, so she naturally regarded the dragon as her own child.

And now that she herself is still a child, how could she have the idea that she is the 'Mother of Dragons'?
This is good news, it will mean that when I use these dragons in the future, I don't have to worry about Daenerys' emotions.

"Selia's secret method has worked, I am really the messenger of the Lord of Light." Daenerys did not notice Ian's short-term sluggishness, and was still excited.

"Will you give our dragon a name?" Daenerys asked suddenly.

"Just call it Ion, how about it?" However, when Ian was thinking about naming it Ankaragan or Neltharion, Daenerys continued.

Hearing the name at first, Ian couldn't realize what it meant, but when he saw the hope in Daenerys' eyes, he suddenly realized that it was his name in Valyrian. A variant of .

Rather than using a name like 'Viserion' to commemorate her brother, she seems to prefer to name the first dragon that reappeared in the world with her own name.

"As you wish, Your Majesty." Ian did not object and accepted the honor with pleasure.

　The next chapter will be posted in the evening. I have used up all my manuscripts in the hospital for the past few days. I originally brought my computer to the hospital, but it was too noisy in the ward, so I couldn’t write anything for a long time. After hanging up the water tomorrow afternoon, I went out and found an Internet cafe nearby.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)