"Remember! You are already a part of history..."
As Daenerys awoke, a gentle voice left this sentence in her mind.
"I am already a part of history..."
Daenerys murmured the phrase repeatedly, lost in thought. It was still early, with only a few Unsullied guarding the Weirwood.
Recalling the scene of all living beings singing in her dragon dream, Daenerys couldn't help but softly chant her domain's new spell—Nature's Pact.
As Daenerys chanted, the energy within her, Meraxes's vibrant fire-attributed magic, and the cool energy within the Weirwood began to resonate, intertwining and merging.
Meraxes's scorching fire-attributed energy and the Weirwood's cool energy flowed like trickling streams through Daenerys's body, giving her an indescribable feeling of comfort.
Through this intertwined energy, Daenerys's gaze seemed to pierce through layers of history, and a series of historical scenes flashed rapidly before her eyes.
She saw the decline of the ancient native creatures on this continent; she also saw the Hightower Family migrate from the west and establish their own kingdom here; she even saw thousands of years of endless wars and power struggles on this land.
However, these scenes flashed by extremely quickly, giving Daenerys no opportunity to observe them closely. During this process, the crows on the Weirwood also seemed to be affected by the surrounding energy, becoming unusually docile and quiet, even their fear of Meraxes faded somewhat.
"Screech~"
It wasn't until Meraxes's joyful sound reawakened Daenerys from her dream that the sun had already risen, and warm sunlight filtered through the lush Weirwood, casting colorful reflections on Daenerys and Meraxes.
Having been nourished by the Weirwood's energy, Meraxes's pale pink scales had already begun to take on a purplish-red hue.
"Hungry~"
Seeing Daenerys awake, Meraxes eagerly expressed her desire.
Daenerys slid off Meraxes's back, then patted her head and said,
"Go on, at Weirwood Square, the Unsullied should have your breakfast ready!"
The bodies of the rioters had long since been devoured by the dragons, so the Oldtown Garrison would requisition large numbers of cattle and sheep from the Hightower Family every day to feed the dragons. Nowadays, the Unsullied's most frequent task was slaughtering cattle and sheep, and skinning and tanning hides.
However, the daily income of hundreds of silver deers from selling hides still made them quite satisfied. Although the Unsullied had long been trained to be desireless, they still felt a sense of accomplishment facing the fruits of their labor.
Ever since Daenerys performed the blood sacrifice ritual using the rioters last time, Dreamfyre and the other dragons' appetites had become somewhat terrifying, needing to consume at least two to three hundred goats and forty to fifty oxen daily to be full. Fortunately, the Hightower Family's territory was vast, raising a large number of cattle, horses, and sheep.
Even so, this had depleted several of the Hightower Family's estates in the past few days. Furthermore, due to the riots, Oldtown's trade had not yet recovered, so the livestock in the surrounding area had visibly become scarce.
Meraxes reluctantly rubbed her head against Daenerys before flapping her Dragon Wings and flying towards Weirwood Square. In the morning light, Meraxes shimmered with a pinkish-purple glow all over, looking incredibly beautiful!
"P-Princess Daenerys, look at that Weirwood!"
Raven, who had brought toiletries with his apprentice, suddenly pointed at the Weirwood behind Daenerys in shock and exclaimed.
Daenerys turned to look and found that the Weirwood's pure white trunk had black and white patterns, just like the tree on Holy Flame Island, and its red leaves had become much narrower.
"It's nothing major. That Weirwood on Holy Flame Island also underwent this mutation because of Meraxes. This should be of great help to you in training ravens in the future."
"Yes, Princess Daenerys!"
For Raven to climb to the position of Crow Island's supervisor, Daenerys's support was certainly important, but his own intelligence, talent, and way of dealing with people were most crucial. He naturally knew how to handle this matter.
Now, the entire Crow Island was already firmly under his control. Other Maesters and Archmaesters had no interest in coming to this usually stinky Crow Island. If a Maester needed a raven, he would personally have an apprentice deliver it to the Citadel.
Therefore, keeping this secret for a short time was naturally not difficult. Even if it were discovered later, no one would associate it with Princess Daenerys. They would only believe that this type of Weirwood had mutated on its own due to its age.
After Daenerys simply washed up, she and Mongo ate some of the food she had brought to Crow Island. Daenerys truly had no appetite for the special, disgusting-looking mush served in the Citadel's mess hall.
Meanwhile, Earl Hightower, who was dining with the Archmaesters in the Citadel's mess hall, felt like dying. Accustomed to fine clothes and gourmet food, Earl Hightower could not stomach that gooey, yellow-green mixed vegetable paste.
But out of his noble upbringing and respect for the Citadel, he couldn't refuse to eat. So, after several stern self-convincements, he picked up his spoon, closed his eyes, and put a spoonful into his mouth,
"Hmm?! Soft and somewhat astringent, much easier to tolerate than it looks."
"Archmaester Vaglam, it has been some time since Archmaester Lunetel passed away. I wonder if the Citadel has already chosen a new Archmaester candidate?"
Archmaester Vaglam did not answer immediately. Instead, he quickly finished the food on his plate, rinsed his mouth, and then slowly began to speak,
"After being nominated by the Archmaesters of the Conclave, we have elected Archmaester Melos as the next Archmaester. After he finishes some of the projects he is working on, Melos will immediately go to King's Landing to take up his post."
"Is that so..."
Upon hearing this, Earl Hightower couldn't help but try to probe with some difficulty,
"However, I heard that Princess Daenerys was instructed by King Jaehaerys to personally select a qualified Archmaester this time, I'm afraid..."
"The selection of the Archmaester has always been made by the Citadel's Conclave. This is a standing rule and tradition of the Seven Kingdoms. Does Princess Daenerys have the right to interfere?"
An Archmaester from the Hightower Family slammed his plate heavily on the table and roared in anger.
Earl Hightower naturally dared not say much to this elder of his family, who was of his grandfather's generation. But the other Archmaesters would not indulge him.
The blind, bald Archmaester, who wore a Valyrian steel chain, scoffed with disdain,
"Obama, why are you so angry during breakfast? Even if Princess Daenerys is going to interfere, do you dare to resist?"
"Don't forget that the entire Citadel will be funded by Princess Daenerys from now on. Is there anything wrong with her wanting to choose a more outstanding Archmaester?"
"Just like every Archmaester of the Hightower, which one wasn't the best in medicine and knowledge?"
"Hmm? I'm not mistaken, right? Hahaha!"
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