Game of Thrones: The Red Dragon Lord.

Chapter 87 How to Hatch Dragon Eggs

Daenerys thought carefully and said, "Viserys told me some stories about families hatching dragon eggs. It seems that there is no specific method of hatching. The Targaryens would place the dragon eggs in the cradle of a newborn baby. If they are lucky, they can hatch. They can also place the dragon eggs in a high temperature environment, which may also hatch. After the Dance of the Dragons, no dragon eggs were successfully hatched. Later Targaryens tried countless methods, invited wizards, and even burned a king to death."

"The Tragedy of Summerhall?" Gavin interrupted.

Daenerys nodded. "Yes, Viserys told me that King Aegon V prepared seven dragon eggs and attempted to hatch them with wildfires in Summerhall. However, the wildfires spread out of control. King Aegon V, his eldest son, and many members of the royal family died in the disaster, and the dragon eggs disappeared without a trace."

At this point, Daenerys suddenly realized the difficulty of hatching dragon eggs, and she couldn't help feeling a little lost.

Gavin fell into deep thought, "It seems that the method of hatching dragon eggs mastered by the Targaryen family is not complete, and it is all a matter of luck." He couldn't help but recall the records in Beleris's dragon cave.

According to the stele in the dragon cave, in addition to the natural hatching of dragon eggs, as long as the dragon eggs still contain vitality, they can be forcibly hatched by burning with dragon flames. The ritual does not require the sacrifice of life, but the key is the blood of the Unburnt. The dragon eggs are immersed in a container filled with the blood of the Unburnt and continuously burned with dragon flames. The blood of the Unburnt can effectively prevent the dragon eggs from being destroyed by the dragon flames, and can also absorb the magic contained in the dragon flames.

Gavin looked up at Daenerys and comforted her, "Don't worry, the Belleris family has a way that we can try."

Daenerys immediately became excited: "Really? Then can we try it now?"

Gavin smiled and said, "Not yet. The container needed for the ceremony must be made of dragon crystal. Although there is some on the ship, it is scattered dragon crystal ore. We need to go ashore first, make a container with dragon flame, and then hold the ceremony to hatch the dragon egg."

Daenerys suppressed her excitement and nodded, "Okay, Gavin, let's wait a little longer."

At this time, the fleet reached the intersection of the Strait Sea and the Trembling Sea. The waves were surging, and the waves collided with each other, splashing layers of white foam.

The wind howled on the sea, raising huge waves. The sky was covered with dark clouds and thunder rumbled faintly, as if the sea was venting its violence and mystery.

Gavin plans to go to Skagen Island first to try to hatch dragon eggs there.

Skagen is a small island in the North, located northwest of Skagos and further north than the Wall.

The Skagens on the island had long ago been plundered, killed or devoured by the Skagers. Since Skagens was almost uninhabited and only a half-day's sail from the Hardhome Wildling Market at the Head of Stord, it was convenient for Gavin to use it as a transit station.

At the same time, on Bloodstone Island, a ship flying the flag of the Crowned Stag finally arrived at the port of Bloodstone Island after more than a month of sailing.

As Petyr's ship slowly docked, Boris, who had received the news, had already led everyone there to greet him respectfully.

Petyr walked down the ship gracefully, and Boris immediately came forward and said with a smile: "Respected Lord Petyr, welcome to Bloodstone Island again. I heard that you have just taken office as the Chancellor of the Exchequer. I am really happy for you! I wonder what instructions you have for this visit?"

Petyr bowed slightly and answered politely, "Thanks to the appreciation of His Majesty the King and the Prime Minister, I have this opportunity. Governor Boris, I am here to convey the relevant instructions by order of the Imperial Council."

Governor Boris was startled and said quickly, "My lord, please make it clear." Petyr took out a roll of exquisite parchment tied with gold thread and handed it to Boris. Then he said solemnly, "From now on, the Stepstone Islands will establish a tax collector system based on the model of the five major ports in Westeros. The tax revenue here will be collected by the tax collectors I brought with me. After statistics are compiled every year, they will be distributed to Sir Gavin according to the corresponding proportion."

Governor Boris looked embarrassed and quickly explained, "Lord Petyr, Lord Gavin is not in the territory now. I am only the governor of Bloodstone Island and I really have no right to make a decision on this."

Petyr shook his head slightly and said in a gentle voice, "Governor Boris, this is an order from the Imperial Council. It cannot be refused."

Governor Boris frowned, thought for a moment and said, "Sir, if that's the case, then we'll do as you say. Your tax officer can collect taxes here, but my people must follow and supervise. In addition, all taxes collected must not be transported away from Bloodstone Island. Everything must wait until Lord Gavin returns before making a final decision."

Petyr nodded, still maintaining a gentle tone: "That will be the case for now. Thank you Governor Boris for your cooperation."

Petil paused for a moment, then continued, "There is one more thing. According to the laws of the kingdom, the Stepstone Islands are prohibited from purchasing slaves. Governor, please pay attention to this matter."

Boris frowned and responded, "My lord, I have made note of this matter, but the specific implementation will have to wait for Sir Gawain to come back for discussion."

Petyr's face was serious. "Of course, but no more slave ships must enter the Stepstones until Ser Gawain returns."

After Boris settled Petyr, he hurried back to his residence.

His face was solemn and he immediately called his men.

"Go, immediately send someone to keep an eye on all the people who got off the ship just now. Don't miss any of their moves, and report anything unusual to me immediately. Also, quickly send someone to call back Commander Hassan who is patrolling near Grey Gallows Island. Don't make any mistakes!" Boris ordered sternly.

The men responded in unison and quickly turned around to carry out the order.

After more than ten days of sailing, the fleet finally arrived at the island of Skane. The island looked desolate and lonely, with jagged rocks and sparse vegetation. The cold wind whistled past, as if it could penetrate the bone marrow.

Two warships lowered small boats filled with soldiers, who cautiously set foot on this strange land to conduct advance reconnaissance.

Gavin was not idle either. He summoned the Blazing Shadow, took the dragon crystal he had prepared in advance, and rode on the Blazing Shadow with Daenerys to fly towards the island.

Looking down from the air, the scenery of the island is clearer. Large areas of rocks are exposed, and only a few cold-resistant plants grow with difficulty in the cold wind. The tops of the mountains in the distance are even covered with white snow, which looks cold and majestic under the gloomy sky.

Gawain and Daenerys rode on the back of the dragon Blazing Shadow, feeling the biting cold wind, and flew towards a cliff by the sea.

(End of this chapter)