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#195 - Chapter 5 Dragon...Comet

In Thorns, within the simple Lord’s manor:

“Oh, ah! ~ Ah! …” Sounds that made one’s face flush echoed from the room, and with a high-pitched scream, the room fell silent.

Liu Yuan got out of bed and casually put on a robe. He picked up a glass壶, filled it with birch juice, and took a sip. Today’s batch had honey added, making it taste like fresh lychee.

The taste was not bad. He poured another cup and walked back to a large circular bed with a diameter of five meters. The other two maids had already fallen asleep from exhaustion. Nina lay on the bed, still savoring the afterglow of pleasure, her alluring curves exposed without any cover. Liu Yuan patted her round buttocks and handed her the drink.

Suddenly, Liu Yuan seemed to sense something. He frowned slightly and strode to the window. In the night sky, besides the bright moon, a scarlet shooting star appeared… No! It should be a comet. Its light even reflected the moon's halo into an eerie red!

Liu Yuan clearly felt the elements in the air were awakened and became active. He took a deep breath, and the nascent soul within his body absorbed the energy, causing the speed of spiritual power circulation to increase more than threefold. Is this the resurgence of spiritual energy? Then Daenerys's dragons should be hatching soon!

At the same time, on the distant continent of Essos, it was early morning. In a barren land, even the surrounding soil was red, dry, and lifeless. This place was also known as the Red Waste. Legend has it that this was once a more fertile land, but after the Qartheen were driven south by the high men of the North and forced to migrate south, establishing many city-states there, the land gradually turned into a desert.

During the Century of Blood hundreds of years ago, the Dothraki sacked this area, and the few remaining residents had already fled, turning the Red Waste into a true desert.

Countless Dothraki were kneeling around the embers of a fire. Daenerys, covered in dust, slowly walked out of the ashes. In her arms and on her shoulders, three young dragons emitted snake-like “hissing~” sounds.

Although Daenerys was naked, she still exuded a kind of holy radiance. Jorah Mormont couldn't help but kneel down, muttering to himself: “Dragons~ Dragons have really returned, the Daughter of the Dragon…”

Daenerys looked up at the sky. A red comet with a long tail stretched across the sky, rivaling the rising sun in brilliance.

Different interpretations of this suddenly appearing celestial body emerged around the world, each reading of the omen giving it a name.

The Dothraki, who worship the stars, called it Shierak Qiya, meaning the Bleeding Star. Daenerys liked this name very much.

In King's Landing, Joffrey happily ordered it to be called Joffrey's Comet. However, the residents of King's Landing called it the Red Messenger or the Dragon's Tail Star, and the soldiers of the Riverlands also called it the Red Messenger.

However, the church had another explanation. In the doctrine of the Faith of the Seven, it was the sword that slays the season. The seven High Septons of the Great Sept of Baelor directly ignored the High Septon on the throne. “The evil omen has returned, what should we do?”

“What is there to fear? Dragons are extinct. Even if those guys regain magic, so what? Under the glory of the Seven Gods, those heretics have no way to survive. Find one and burn them.”

At the Wall, among the Night's Watch, the black brothers jokingly called it 'Mormont's Torch'. Because the Lord Commander decided to lead three hundred black brothers beyond the Wall to find the missing Benjen. Sam said: “Maester Aemon's book says that the red comet represents the return of dragons.”

Jon: “So what? Dragons are extinct. Hopefully, it will bring us good luck.”

Outside Rosby, Gendry nudged Arya with his elbow, pointing to the red comet in the sky: “Arya, look at it, it looks like a fiery sword just taken out of the forge.”

“Yeah, it does look like it.” Arya replied absentmindedly, somewhat distracted. Just now, for a moment, she seemed to have entered a strange state. Her vision saw some sights, as if crawling on the ground. She also saw Nymeria and Lady, and… dragons! A golden dragon as big as a room, the fear from the soul made her instantly wake up!

The land around Rosby was fertile, a traditional agricultural area, which supplied more than 15% of King's Landing's grain. Yoren was detouring here to receive a batch of donated food. Even here, they heard the news of Ser Jaremy Rykker killing members of the City Watch. The fat merchant vividly described how the heads were stuck on spikes along both sides of the Kingsroad.

Yoren was an old acquaintance of Liu Yuan, and they had even traveled together for a while, and hunted together in Winterfell. After much consideration, he gave up seeking help from Thorns. He felt that it would be safest to send Arya back to Winterfell. This place was too close to King's Landing. It would be even better if they could meet Robb's army.

Arya mingled with the children in the slums. Although she had heard that a traitor had killed Janos Slynt and hundreds of Gold Cloaks, she naturally didn't know the specifics.

Accompanied by a burst of hooves, two Gold Cloak riders arrived at the camp. Yoren was a little surprised but also secretly worried that the Gold Cloaks were coming for Arya.

Gold Cloak Rider: “Who's the boss here? Come out and talk.”

Yoren swayed out: “Hehe, Gold Cloaks, you're quite far from home.”

Gold Cloak Rider: “I'm asking you a question, are you the boss? I have the King's writ. There is a wanted criminal that the King needs in your group. We need you to hand them over.”

Yoren: “According to the customs of the Seven Kingdoms, all those who join the Night's Watch, regardless of their previous crimes, will be pardoned. Even the King has no right to interfere.”

The Gold Cloak angrily drew his sword, but Yoren's movements were faster, directly snatching the sword and placing it on his neck. “Consider this sword as your contribution to the Night's Watch. Young man, if you don't want to fall forever in the wilderness, not knowing how far from home, you better be sensible and leave here and go as far as possible. Or you can go back and report to your master, and say you didn't find anyone.”

The Gold Cloak turned his horse around and shouted: “We are looking for a boy named Gendry, bring him out, the King will reward you handsomely. I will be back, next time there will be more people. You better pray that you can run away first, otherwise I will definitely cut off your head.” After saying harsh words, he ran away in disgrace.

On the Kingsroad, Tyrion, with twenty guards, along with Bronn and a hundred Mountain Clan warriors, soon stopped. Because in front of them were heads stuck on spears, densely packed and extending far along both sides of the road.