Game of Thrones: The Red Dragon Lord.

Chapter 2 Gavin and the Flame

Maester Edric pushed the door open and walked in. Seeing Edmund standing in front of the window, he bowed briefly and said with some joy, "Master Edmund, the child is born, a boy. Both mother and child are safe. His face is very similar to your brother when he was a child, but his hair is silver like his mother's. The child looks very healthy."

After hearing the news, Edmund showed a happy expression on his face: "Oh? Really?"

The old scholar smiled and nodded: "It is absolutely true, Master."

Edmund put his hands behind his back and paced back and forth in the room. "Very good, let the kitchen prepare some good food. Also, does my father know?"

The scholar lowered his head slightly, looking embarrassed: "I haven't had time to report to the Earl yet."

Edmund stopped walking, his expression serious and his eyes determined: "Then don't tell me. You also know my father's stubbornness. I will keep it a secret for as long as I can."

The bachelor hesitated: "But the Earl will remember it eventually, and those servants..."

Edmund smiled bitterly. "It's okay. I'll tell the people below to keep their mouths shut. If father finds out, he can say it was my order and put the blame on me."

The bachelor took a deep breath and nodded solemnly: "Yes, I know what to do, Master Edmund." He bowed to Edmund again and left.

Gavin's birth did not bring much joy to this cold castle. Only his mother Alice looked at him with joy.

Zhang Ming regained consciousness and found himself in a completely unfamiliar environment. Everything around him became huge and blurry, and his body was so small and weak.

Then, he was horrified to find that he could not speak, and even simple movements were difficult to complete. This small body was completely out of his control.

The unfamiliar environment and situation made Zhang Ming confused. Then, he remembered that he was playing games at home and accidentally knocked over the cup on the keyboard. After a series of crackling sounds, he lost consciousness. Could it be that I traveled through time? Traveled through time and became a baby?
He tried to observe the people around him, those unfamiliar faces. There was only one woman, with wet silver hair and purple eyes full of endless tenderness.

Is this my mother in this life? He opened his mouth to say something, but what came out was the sound of a baby crying.

282 Aegon

Zhang Ming, or Gavin Flowers, was standing on the beach at the moment, holding an iron pot tightly in his hand, looking at the blue sea. He walked carefully to the beach, squatted down, and slowly put the iron pot into the water. When the pot was filled with sea water, he felt the weight of the sea water and the iron pot. He lifted the pot with great effort and walked step by step to the pile of firewood prepared in advance.

Gavin put down the iron pot and began to build a fire skillfully. His little hands kept fiddling with branches and hay, and beads of sweat gradually appeared on his forehead.

This body is still small, and I’m so tired after doing such a small amount of work, but it will be easy next.

He put his hand close to the hay and snapped his fingers. A weak flame appeared out of thin air between his fingers and instantly ignited the hay. The flame jumped happily and gradually became stronger. Gavin looked at the fire he had lit out of thin air with his fingers. Although he was used to it, he was very excited every time he used it.

He discovered this ability when he was four years old. At that time, he was using a flint to light a fire. Perhaps the flint was damp, and he tried for a long time without success. Instead, his hand became sore.

Just when he was frustrated and tried it for the last time, a spark appeared on the palm of his hand. He was scared at the time and thought he was hallucinating. After calming down, he tried again and a flame really appeared. Although the flame flashed and went out, Gavin was sure that it was not an hallucination.

Gavin was very surprised to suddenly gain magical powers. After calming down, he didn't tell anyone, including his mother in this life.

After all, through his observations of his surroundings over the years since he was born, he traveled to a world similar to the Middle Ages. He was afraid that if he rashly displayed his extraordinary abilities, he would be burned to death as a monster.

Gavin figured it out but didn't tell anyone. He just practiced silently when he was alone. Now he can light the flame at will and keep it lasting for 1 minute.

Placing the iron pot steadily on the fire, Gavin stared at the seawater in the pot without blinking. As the flames roasted, the seawater began to emit steam, and gradually, water droplets condensed on the pot wall and rolled down. Gavin's little face was roasted red by the fire, and he held a branch in his hand and poked the campfire from time to time to make it burn more vigorously.

The seawater in the pot kept rolling, and bubbles came out one after another. When most of the water evaporated, a layer of white crystals appeared at the bottom of the pot. However, these crystals were not pure enough, but this was the salt eaten by the common people in this world.

Without hesitation, Gavin quickly turned off the fire and let the iron pot cool down slightly. Then, he carefully took out the coarse salt from the pot and placed it on a clean cloth. Next, he took some clean water, gently poured it on the coarse salt, and began to stir. After stirring evenly, he put the mixture into the pot again and heated it for secondary purification.

The third time, I put in a handful of wood ash. After repeating this process many times, crystal white salt blocks appeared at the bottom of the pot.

Wiping the sweat off his head, Gavin carefully collected the refined salt, put it into a small cloth bag, and began to crush it.

After the work was done, Gavin carefully cleaned up the fire, put the pot in order, picked up the iron pot, and walked towards the town under the castle with satisfaction on his face.

On the way back to town, Gavin touched the bag of salt in his arms. This was the result of his hard work for half a day, and a happy expression appeared on his face.

This small bag of salt can be exchanged for 5 copper stars. In this small town, 2 copper stars can be exchanged for 1 loaf of bread, but that kind of bread is very hard and cannot be compared with the bread Gavin had eaten in his previous life. After the bread here cools down, it can even be used as a weapon. In terms of hardness, it is no less powerful than a brick.

The people in the small town under the castle, close to the sea, are not short of salt, but most of the common people can only afford coarse salt, which tastes very bitter. Only the nobles in the castle eat fine salt, and most of it is mined from salt mines. The people here do not have the technology to purify sea salt, and the price of fine salt is ten times that of coarse salt.

Gavin used the knowledge from his previous life to secretly make some to sell in order to supplement his family income. He and his mother had lived in the castle for a period of time before, and the quantity he sold each time was not large, so he has not attracted the attention of others so far. However, if he continues to sell, it may attract the attention of someone with ulterior motives, and in serious cases, it may bring danger.

(End of this chapter)