Chapter 96 Fleet

Daenerys and Rhaenys both gave their dragon eggs the most appropriate names.

Renice wanted to commemorate her father Rhaegar, so she named her Rego, and Daenerys has never seen her parents and elder brother since she was born. Viserys is everything to her, so the little girl is her own. The dragon egg is named Viserion.

"Then what's the name of your dragon egg?"

The older girl of the two girls looked at the dark and deep dragon egg, then raised her head and asked curiously.

Hearing this question, Viserys pondered slightly.

He didn't know if it was a coincidence, the white dragon Viserion and the green dragon Rego were still called by this name, but Viserys' black dragon was not going to be called Drogon.

"If it could hatch"

Viserys nodded slightly, then hesitated.

"I'm going to call it Bellerion."

And at this time.

"Meow?"

Renice's little black cat happened to pass by the window. It heard Viserys' voice and turned its head slightly suspiciously. It thought Viserys was calling it.

The atmosphere in the room stagnated for a second.

Subsequently.

"Pfft hahaha."

"I said you. Brother, why did you name your dragon egg a cat?"

The brown-haired girl couldn't help laughing without image, and her tears fell as she laughed.

And Viserys' face suddenly darkened slightly.

"Renis, go back and copy the family history for me!"

In fact, of course Renice knew that Bellerion was not just a cat's name, she had given her own name to the little black cat.

Bellerion is also the name of the huge black dragon that Aegon rode to conquer Westeros. The total length is even more than 150 meters. It is called the 'Black Death', the real overlord of the sky.

The girl just took the opportunity to make fun of Viserys.

But what Renice knew was not all about the name 'Bellerion'.

"Listen to me, you two, and I'll give you popular science."

Viserys put one hand on the table and sighed.

"Bellerion is not only the name of the cat and Aegon's dragon, the Black Death, but he is also the name of a god in the ancient Valyrian civilization."

"Meow~"

Viserys was talking when the little black cat jumped in from the window.

Then he rubbed his fluffy head on Viserys' trouser leg, and he really thought Viserys was calling him just now.

The silver-haired boy also squatted down and picked up the coquettish little black cat, put it in his arms, and continued to explain seriously.

Although Renice also received the elite education of the royal family and hired the best teachers for her, her knowledge reserve is still not as deep as that of Viserys.

In order to trace the connection between the Black Mist and Valyrian civilization, Viserys tirelessly read many books left by this once lost civilization, and learned a lot of ancient Valyrian stories.

"Three dragons of Aegon I the Conqueror, Balerion was one of five dragons that survived the Doom of Valyria, and later hatched Vaghar and Merasis on Dragonstone ."

"The names of these three dragons are all the names of gods in Valyrian civilization."

Viserys is talking to two girls about the ancient Valyrian gods.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door of his room.

bang bang bang-

"His Majesty."

The voice of the guards came from outside the door.

"Sir Geoffrey asks."

The old sergeant heard that the little king had returned from Pentos to Andalus, and then rode a fast horse from the port and drove over.

"Um?"

And Viserys was slightly stunned when he heard the news of the old sergeant's arrival.

Then he put down the black dragon egg in his hand, locked the box again, and put it back to the original position.

"Eh?"

Seeing Viserys closing the box again, the two girls thought Viserys was going to go back on it, but Viserys just shook his head.

"I'll deal with something first."

"I'll give you these two dragon eggs when I come back."

Then, Viserys hurriedly left the house and rushed to the main hall.

Today's political structure in Andalos is that Viserys holds most of the power, and all the affairs of the entire city, the soldiers are managed and mobilized by Viserys.

The old sergeant still held the Targaryen fleet, guarding the line between the coastline and Dragonstone.

Many affairs on Dragonstone are also run by Sir Geoffrey, who is worthy of the name now the number two in House Targaryen's sphere of influence.

Power and status are deeply ingrained, and it is impossible for even Prince Oberyn, who is equally accomplished in Andalus, to challenge the old sergeant's status.

However, Andalos was still a long way from the coastline. Viserys did not expect that the old Sir suddenly rushed over from the port or from Dragonstone Island. It must be something important happened.

So Viserys hurried over.

"His Majesty."

However, when Viserys arrived at the main hall in the castle, Sir Geoffrey with white hair and beard was already waiting here, wearing a golden badge on his chest, looking particularly energetic.

"His Majesty."

"His Majesty."

And Prince Oberyn, who was responsible for guarding the city-state and commanding two thousand guards, and Maester Gunther of Dragonstone were also sitting here.

That's Andalos' top-spec conference lineup right now.

"Lord Jeffrey, long time no see."

"It looks like your style is still the same."

After Viserys took his seat, he greeted the old sergeant first.

The commander-in-chief of the Dragonstone Fleet, now his titular "Hand of the King" as the Sea Minister is not only a beacon on the road of his life, but also a role like a strict father.

And because of the distance, Sir Geoffrey also returned to Dragonstone to deal with affairs from time to time, and the two of them had not seen each other for more than half a year.

However, the old sergeant remained loyal and did not have the slightest second heart.

"Your Majesty, it's been a long time indeed."

The gray-haired old man was sitting on the chair closest to Viserys' left, with a pair of slightly dim old eyes looking at the increasingly sharp-edged young man in front of him, and the last worry in his heart disappeared.

Viserys could run the city by himself, and he didn't become arrogant and extravagant by losing control.

Then the old sergeant leaned forward, his face slightly straightened, he restrained his smile, and started talking about business.

"His Majesty."

"The Usurper's new fleet has been built."