Due to its geographical advantage, this place is naturally very suitable for doing business with various towns in Westeros, so trade activities are very prosperous, and a large number of merchant ships can be seen coming in and out of the harbor.
Some daring merchants even wanted to follow the road all the way to the endless grasslands, selling ironware, pottery, salt, wine, cloth and other daily necessities to the Dothraki nomads at high prices, and then buy a large number of cheap horses and livestock when they returned.
As long as there is no unexpected loss or robbery along the way, you can often make amazing profits in a round trip.
After all, everyone knew that since Pentos suffered a series of defeats in the war with its northern neighbor Braavos, its military power had been strictly restricted in the armistice treaty.
For example, you may not own more than twenty warships, hire mercenaries, contract free mercenary groups, or maintain any troops beyond the city guard.
Despite its magnificent walls, the city is still considered by most to be the most vulnerable of all the trading city-states.
In desperation, the supreme ruler here, the Governor, could only change his original attitude and spend a long time to establish friendly and good relations with the Dothraki horse kings, constantly giving them things including women, supplies, gold, silver, luxury goods, etc. to ensure that the other party would not easily cross the border to plunder him.
All caravans departing from Pentos will usually be treated relatively well by the Dothraki tribe. At least they don't have to worry about being robbed and killed or enslaved.
Likewise, this close relationship can be transformed into a powerful military deterrent when necessary.
Any force close to the continent of Essos knows how powerful the Dothraki cavalry is in terms of combat effectiveness and destructive power. Even the continent of Westeros across the sea is afraid of these barbaric and primitive guys.
The most important thing is that their numbers are endless, and victory cannot be won by just a few wars. No one has the ability to go deep into the grassland and kill them all.
Even if all the city-states united to fight a total war, they would not be able to hold out for long before their finances were dragged down.
What's more, the Free Trade City-State was originally a regime established by a group of profit-seeking businessmen. How could they possibly use up all the wealth they had accumulated with great difficulty to fight a protracted war with no sign of victory?
Especially the current Governor of Pentos, Illyrio Mopatis, who climbed up from the bottom of society. In order to please the most powerful horse king on the grassland, Khal Drogo, he even lost his dignity.
At present, he is planning to give Daenerys Targaryen, who is under his protection, as a gift to the other party.
Although at the beginning, this old and fat man was deeply attracted by the beauty of the young "Dragon Mother", and even had the idea that many men with normal sexual orientation would have, that is, to take her for himself.
But he soon discovered that due to more than ten years of wandering and avoiding pursuit, coupled with the beatings and scoldings from her brother Viserys, the princess of the fallen country had become timid and cowardly, and was not the type he liked at all.
As for the move of giving Daenerys to Drogo, how much of it was out of his own interests and how much was at the instruction of his former friend "Octopus Spider" Varys in King's Landing across the sea, it is unknown.
At least in the eyes of Governor Illyrio, Viserys, who is irritable, ambitious and completely unable to see the situation, is definitely not a qualified king. It is even more impossible for him to follow the example of his ancestor Aegon I and launch a cross-sea expedition to regain the Iron Throne.
After all, the two last bloodlines of the Targaryen family have lost their most important support, which is the overlord-class creature - the dragon - that once soared in the sky and made the seven kingdoms silent and dared not even think of resisting.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but cast his gaze towards the three "dragon egg fossils" that he had bought at a high price in a box not far away.
Dragons! The most powerful and awe-inspiring magical beasts in the world.
More than three hundred years ago, Aegon I, who had only a very small number of valorous troops, successfully conquered the continent of Westeros with the help of three dragons, established the first unified dynasty in that land (at least on the surface), and also won a heavy crown for the Targaryen family.
"Oh - if only I could hatch all these eggs."
Illyrio reached out and gently stroked the uneven surface of the dragon egg, which was like scales, and his tone was filled with a strong desire to obtain this magical behemoth.
Of course, he was not the only one who had this idea. Anyone with a little ambition would want to own a dragon of his own.
Just as the Governor of Pentos was staring at the dragon egg in a daze, he suddenly heard a very unfamiliar voice in his ears.
"Do you want to hatch these dragon eggs? If so, I can help you a little."
moment!
Illyrio raised his head suddenly and saw a young man with black hair and black eyes appeared in his room at some point. The guards, servants and slaves guarding the door were still standing there stupidly, as if they had seen nothing.
Especially the favored female slaves, their eyes and expressions were particularly dull, which was completely different from their usual behavior of trying hard to seduce and please themselves in various ways.
Yes!
Although Pentos nominally abolished slavery and the slave trade under pressure from its northern neighbor Braavos after losing the war, in reality it was just a change of name but the substance remained the same.
More than 10,000 so-called "free men" were forced to serve their masters for life because they owed debts that they could not repay.
As for the remuneration for labor, it is so low that it cannot even guarantee the most basic survival, so they can only continue to borrow money from their masters.
In this way, the debt will continue to grow day by day, year after year. If the people themselves cannot repay it, their descendants will continue to repay it, eventually forming a very stable lower class that will never be able to turn things around.
"Who are you? How did you get in?"
Illyrio stepped back very cautiously and grabbed a gorgeous scimitar inlaid with gems and gold from the cabinet.
Needless to say, he regarded the uninvited Zuo Si as an assassin sent by the enemy to assassinate him, and even made up a huge conspiracy in his mind within a few seconds, and all the guards, servants and slaves were bribed.
You have to know that in the free trade city-state, things like killing political opponents through assassination or bribery to seize power happen from time to time.
"Relax, Governor. I am not here to kill you. No one in this world can afford to hire me as an assassin. Now please answer the question I just asked. Do you really want to hatch these dragon eggs?"
Zuo Si repeated the question he had just asked with a smile.
Because at such a close distance, he could clearly feel the three dormant dragon eggs beginning to wake up and become active as he appeared.
Obviously, the dragons in this world need abundant magical energy in their surroundings to be born and grow.
Otherwise, the dragons will become smaller and smaller, more and more deformed, just like what happened in the middle and late period of the Targaryen family's rule, and eventually completely lose the ability to reproduce and perish.
Combined with the extremely thin magical energy in the surrounding environment, it can be basically inferred that this world may have some kind of rise and fall pattern similar to the "magic tide".
When the "magic tide" comes, the whole world will be filled with powerful magical energy, which will revive dragons, white walkers, wizards, magic, and even those so-called "miracles" and last for a period of time.
When the tide recedes, the magical energy in the environment begins to slowly dissipate, until dragons, white walkers, wizards, magic and miracles all become "ancient legends" and "bedtime stories" used to scare children.
However, it is still unknown what exactly causes this phenomenon, how its periodic pattern is related to the strange seasons and climate changes, and what role the red comet plays in it.
The only thing that is certain is that we are now on the brink of a "magic tide" eruption. The entire world is like a volcano about to erupt, accumulating a huge energy that cannot be described in words.
But Zuo Si obviously did not intend to conduct too in-depth investigation and excavation here, but planned to let the tens of thousands of extremely destructive players from the Plantia Floating City directly in and let them wantonly destroy the so-called prophecy and destiny.
See if we can force out the possible masterminds behind the scenes, such as the Red God, the Cold God, the Thousand-Faced God, the Drowned God, etc. who have demonstrated extraordinary powers.
If these guys really exist and dare to show up, he will ruthlessly use his trump card to wipe them out.
It would be better if there was no nature, allowing players to play freely, completely destroying the original social structure, and then establishing a new rule, while using it as a rear base and source of soul.
By then introducing the Phoenix God - Bennu to replace those messy belief systems, Zuo Si can create a new soul well in this world to provide himself with a steady supply of energy.
Governor Illyrio obviously had no idea how dangerous and terrifying the young man he was facing at this moment was.
After hearing that the other party was not here to assassinate him, his originally tense expression obviously relaxed a little, but he still did not put down the weapon in his hand. Instead, he kept signaling with his eyes to the guards at the door to come in and protect him.
Unfortunately, the guard didn't respond at all and just stood there motionless.
Seeing this, Zuo Si immediately smiled and explained, "Don't waste your energy. The people under your command have been controlled by magic. Unless they get my order, even if they can't hold it in and want to go to the toilet, they will just defecate in their pants."
"Magic? You're a wizard from Qarth!"
Illyrio's pupils suddenly dilated, then contracted, and then dilated again, and his whole body was shaking slightly uncontrollably because of shock and fear.
As the governor of the free trade city-state of Pentos, he naturally could not be unaware that in the far east of the Dothraki steppe, there was a barren land called the Red Waste.
And on the southernmost peninsula of the Red Wasteland, in the middle of the strait connecting the Summer Sea and the Jade Sea, stands the world-famous giant port city - Qarth, and the wizards who live in this city's "Temple of the Immortal".
This group of aliens with pale skin and blue lips are the only group that can be 100% sure to possess "magical" powers.
Although the power of wizards was constantly weakening, and even the citizens and wealthy businessmen of Qarth began to despise and ridicule them, people in the Eastern world still maintained a considerable degree of awe towards them.
Illyrio couldn't even imagine, if the young man in front of him was a wizard, then what was his purpose in suddenly appearing in front of him?
Could it be that he wanted to seize the three dragon eggs? Or did he want to control himself as well, and become the true ruler of Pentos? "A wizard from Qarth? No, don't confuse me with those morons who can only play tricks. The power I possess is beyond their imagination. You can completely regard me as a god-like existence to some extent."
As he spoke, Zuo Si walked straight to the table, sat down in a very comfortable posture, and began to taste the grapes and other fruits on the plate.
Since the whole world is currently in the "long summer", both grains and fruits are particularly abundant, ranging from figs to wild berries, pomegranates, candied dates, and plums.
I don’t know if it’s because it’s free, but the taste and texture are surprisingly good.
In just a few minutes, the food, enough to feed three or four adult men, was almost completely eaten up.
Illyrio was completely stunned by the horrific amount of food and the speed at which he ate. He was stunned for a long time and couldn't understand why his stomach didn't bulge at all after he ate so much.
Although I don’t know what kind of supernatural power the young man in front of me possesses, his appetite and digestive ability are indeed quite "magical".
At least he dared to guarantee that even the biggest eater in his mansion would not be able to swallow so much fruit safely. He would definitely be stuffed to death or start vomiting halfway through the meal.
After a long silence, Illyrio took a deep breath and asked cautiously, "What is the purpose of your visit? If you need money, servants, or treasures, please let me know. I will not be stingy with anything I have."
But Zuo Si smiled and shook his head: "I think you misunderstood something, dear Governor. I don't want to get anything from you, I just hope you can answer my question just now. Tell me, do you want to hatch these dragon eggs?"
"Does it cost anything to hatch them?"
Illyrio was obviously very cautious and did not give an immediate yes or no answer.
Not only that, he was also very "well-behaved" in delivering the box containing dragon eggs to the other party's feet.
"No, at least you don't have to pay anything."
While speaking, Zuo Si bent down and gently picked up a black and red dragon egg, and injected a strand of red mana that symbolized explosion, flames and fanaticism into it.
moment!
The life nurturing inside the dragon egg responded immediately. The tiny heart began to beat slowly, and the red scales on the surface became exceptionally bright and vivid.
Illyrio undoubtedly keenly captured this change. His breathing suddenly became rapid, and the awe and fear in his eyes were replaced by ambition and greed.
After all, how could a conspirator and an ambitious person remain indifferent to owning three living dragons?
After a brief psychological struggle, he finally took a deep breath and said in an extremely excited tone: "I want to hatch them! Please help me! I am willing to pay any price for it!"
"Very good, I will grant your wish."
As the last word came out of his mouth, Zuo Si increased the input of red mana.
In the blink of an eye, a ball of scorching flames suddenly erupted from the entire dragon egg from the inside, scaring Illyrio so much that he quickly stepped back.
But he was careful and keenly noticed that Zuo Si's hand, which was enveloped in flames, did not show any signs of being burned or even scorched.
magic!
It really is magic! The Governor of Pentos was so excited that he couldn't even blink, for fear of missing some important moments.
Soon, as the flames burned more and more intensely, the temperature of the surrounding air rose to a level that was almost unbearable, and cracks finally began to appear on the surface of the dragon egg.
After the eggshell completely cracked, a dark dragon baby slowly crawled out of the egg, making a shrill cry.
"Hahahaha! A dragon! It really is a dragon! A real living dragon!"
Illyrio pounced forward, trying to touch the legendary creature with his plump hands.
But Xiaolong immediately took a defensive posture and sprayed a ball of sparks from his mouth, scaring him back again.
In the next few minutes, Zuo Si injected energy into the remaining two dragon eggs and hatched them one by one.
In the end, the three dragons that were supposed to belong to Daenerys simply changed their owners.
Especially the aura of Zuo Si, which belonged to the true dragon of Faerun, made the three dragon cubs feel particularly close to him, and also showed extraordinary obedience.
Zuo Si also used a tube of red dragon blood containing rich fire elemental energy and performed a simple magic ritual to make it stronger and more powerful than when it was just born. It may even gain some spell-like abilities as its body size grows.
After doing all this, he brought the young dragons to the governor with a smile on his face and said meaningfully: "Here, they belong to you now."
"Really give it to me?"
Illyrio was obviously shocked and frightened. He didn't dare to reach out his hand as he had just done, for fear of being bitten by the dragon or burned by the flames it spewed out.
Zuo Si nodded slightly: "Of course. I'm not a robber. The dragon egg is yours, so the dragon that hatches is naturally yours too."
"But... these three dragonlets don't seem to like me very much. How should I control and train them?" Illyrio asked very humbly.
At this moment, he finally completely believed that the young man sitting in front of him was definitely a very powerful wizard.
If we can get their help, then unifying the entire Free Trade City-State, or even conquering the cities along the Slave Bay and establishing a huge country with an area comparable to the Seven Kingdoms, will no longer be just a fantasy.
Perhaps he could even cross the Narrow Sea to attack and conquer Westeros, accomplishing a feat that even Aegon I of the Targaryen family could not accomplish.
Zuo Si undoubtedly sensed the other party's growing ambition. He took out a ruby ring that he had just made with the Creator's ability from his wide sleeves and whispered, "Put it on, and then these three dragons will obey your orders."
Gulp!
Illyrio swallowed subconsciously, his heart began to beat wildly, and he stretched out his trembling hand several times to take the ring.
But in the end, his reason overcame his greed, and he bit his lower lip hard and asked, "Why! Why me? What do you want from me?"
“Haha, because this is the guidance of destiny.
Illyrio Mopatis, you are destined to become the new conqueror, destined to be crowned king and build an empire spanning two continents.
All I did was give you something that should have belonged to you.
Not only that, in the coming days many outstanding talents and brave mercenaries will come to you to swear allegiance to you.
Use them well and you will become invincible."
When saying this, Zuo Si obviously used magical power to give mental hints to Governor Pentos.
After a while, Illyrio, who had no resistance to magic and no firm will, believed it without a doubt. He took the ring and put it on his hand, raised his arms high and roared in an almost crazy tone: "Yes! I am Aegon I of the new era! I am destined to accomplish great things. And you, my friend, my benefactor, and my most trusted magical advisor, will obtain the position above all others."
It was obvious that the purpose of the ruby ring was not to make the dragon obey, but to enable it to understand the orders given by Illyrio.
What really makes them obedient is the energy emitted by the spark of the planeswalker and the true dragon blood that makes these young dragons feel close.
Needless to say, Zuo Si has chosen Pentos as the players' landing point on the continent of Essos, and he also intends to let Illyrio take the lead in starting a civil war between the trading city-states.
He dared to guarantee that when the dragons and the remnants of the Targaryen family appeared at the same time, the already turbulent situation on the continent of Westeros would inevitably become even more chaotic.
Only when the whole world is in chaos will players have the opportunity to rise up and completely destroy the old order.
As for Illyrio, who was affected by mental magic, he was just a simple tool.
Before the dragonlet even grows up, he will be sidelined by players using various means and eventually become an abandoned pawn.
Unfortunately, the governor was completely unaware of the tragic fate that had been arranged for him in the future. Instead, in order to thank and win over Zuo Si, a wizard with powerful magical powers, he specially held a grand banquet.
Daenerys and Viserys, who were living under someone else's roof, were naturally invited to attend.
The former, in particular, looked very nervous and helpless in such a crowded and lively occasion, fearing that he would be given as a gift or sacrifice by his brother to some "big shot" in exchange for the money and troops necessary for the restoration of the country.
In contrast, Viserys always maintained an inexplicable arrogance.
But when the three young dragons appeared, he, the legitimate heir of the "House of Dragon", could no longer sit still. He immediately ran to Illyrio and asked loudly, "What is going on? Why do you have dragons? All dragons in this world belong to the great true dragon family - Targaryen. I command you now to return the three dragons to me immediately."
"Hahahaha! Hand it back? Are you sure these three dragons will listen to you?"
Illyrio couldn't help but burst into unbridled laughter.
As the saying goes, as long as you are weak enough, even your anger will seem particularly cute in the eyes of others.
Unfortunately, this is the state Viserys is in right now.
Not only the governor of Pentos was laughing, but also the large number of invited guests.
And to Viserys, who was already very sensitive about his situation as a dependent, this laughter was undoubtedly a naked and undisguised mockery.
Extremely angry, he immediately gave orders to the three dragon hatchlings in Valyrian.
"In the name of the Targaryen family! Burn these bastards who dare to laugh at the great dragon!"
As a result, the three baby dragons ignored him and just ate the fresh mutton served by the female slaves. From time to time, they would spit out flames to roast the meat until it was half-charred, and then let out joyful cries.
Only the smallest one glanced out of the corner of its eye at this human being who made it feel a little bit like getting closer to him, but that was all.
"It's sad that the once glorious and powerful Dragon Family has fallen to this point, isn't it?"
Illyrio picked up the glass and took a sip of wine, with a hint of teasing in his tone.
Zuo Si responded in a nonchalant tone: “Yes! This poor fellow completely forgot that his ancestor Aegon I did not gain the ability to control dragons until he became king.
Instead, he first gained the ability to control dragons, and then conquered the entire continent of Westeros.
Power always comes from strength, not from so-called family and bloodline inheritance.
To put it bluntly, the former Targaryens were just an insignificant little family in Valyria.
What's more, Mad King Aerys's actions have long since angered the people, and both commoners and nobles are filled with hatred and disgust for him.
I guess the Dornish are the only people in Westeros who would truly support his son's restoration."
"But it is undeniable that the Targaryen family's name is still very useful at times. You know what? I originally planned to give Daenerys to the horse king, Khal Drogo, but now I have changed my mind."
Illyrio licked his lips with his tongue, doing nothing to hide the desire that was growing wildly in his heart along with his ambition.
He could no longer hold back and wanted to pin this breathtakingly beautiful girl down under him and ravage her to his heart's content tonight.
Moreover, obtaining Daenerys can not only satisfy physical desires, but also promote the name of the Targaryen family and provide some convenience for the future attack and conquest of the continent of Westeros.
As for Viserys, we can just find someplace to get rid of him.
Except for the "Octopus Spider" in King's Landing across the sea, no one cares about the life or death of this fool who calls himself the king.
Zuo Si had obviously anticipated that Illyrio would not be able to resist taking action against Daenerys, and he immediately performed a mind control spell with extremely obscure movements, and whispered in the ear of the old, fat governor with a devilish voice: "Only sissies like to fuck women, and real men should fuck men. Don't you think that Viserys is actually more beautiful and more attractive than his sister?"
moment!
A silver light flashed in Illyrio's pupils, and then he began to look Viserys up and down with a lustful look, and soon he revealed an obscene smile.
"Ah! my dear friend, thank you so much.
I would never have discovered this without your reminder.
Yes! Viserys is more alluring, more exciting, and more thrilling to me.
Sorry, I can't help it and have to excuse myself for a while.
As for Daenerys...
I will have the servant take her to your room later."
After saying this, Illyrio immediately winked at the guard, stood up and walked straight to the bedroom at the back.
Without saying a word, the two guards immediately stepped forward, grabbed Viserys on the left and right, and forcibly dragged him to the bedroom at the back.
"Damn you! Let me go! Do you know what you are doing? I am Viserys Targaryen III! King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men! The only legitimate ruler of the Seven Kingdoms! When I take back the throne, I will chop off your heads."
Viserys had not yet realized what he was about to face. He just kept roaring and struggling, trying to save some of his lost face.
But after a while, his hands and feet were tied up with ropes by other servants.
Not long after being sent to the bedroom, a scream containing humiliation, fear, despair and pain was heard from inside.
"No!!!!!!!!!!!!"
The guests present were obviously very clear about what was happening. They immediately smiled at each other and continued to enjoy the food and wine provided by the banquet, as well as the attentive service of the female slaves.
Daenerys, who was the only one worried about her brother, stood up and wanted to go over to find out what was going on.
But he was stopped by the servants and forcibly taken into another bedroom.
About ten minutes later, when Illyrio came out, he looked very satisfied.
As for Viserys, he had suffered great damage both physically and mentally. He didn't dare to come out in front of so many people. He was curled up naked, shaking and sobbing uncontrollably.
At this moment, he finally understood the feeling of being weak and helpless his sister was under his constant beatings and bullying.
Illyrio returned to the banquet and picked up the wine glass. He drank the whole glass of wine in one breath, then he sighed in a low voice: "This feels really great. You are right. A real man should do things to other men. I have decided to make Viserys my legal wife, and we will hold a formal wedding in a few days."
"Congratulations! I believe that our King Viserys III Targaryen will be moved to tears after hearing these words." Zuo Si complimented with a playful look on his face.
In his opinion, being the "wife" of the Governor of Pentos was much better than Viserys's original fate of being burned to death by molten gold.
How could I have such bad intentions? No matter how you look at it, this is definitely a "good deed"! After all, saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda.
As for whether Viserys would appreciate it, Zuo Si didn't care at all.
He has long since gotten rid of the "low-level taste" of doing good things and expecting others to thank him, and instead enjoys the process more.
"My friend, the Horselord, Khal Drogo is a great trouble, and I hope you can help me get rid of him quietly.
As soon as he dies, the tribes of the Dothraki steppe will immediately set off a bloody storm.
I can also take this opportunity to gather some tribal warriors to form a powerful cavalry and prepare to conquer all the free trade cities."
Illyrio solemnly told Zuo Si about his plan.
If it were in the past, a powerful horse king could naturally provide a certain amount of protection to Pentos, which lacked military power, and both sides could be said to have gained what they needed.
But now he wants to take the initiative to provoke a war, then the overly powerful Horse King is no longer an ally, but a potential and deadly threat.
After all, the Dothraki are not stupid. They know that only the divided free trade city-states are soft persimmons that they can plunder at will.
"No problem. You can find any excuse to lure him here, and then I will use magic to curse him. When we return, this Khal Drogo will be dead in a few days."
Zuo Si agreed without any hesitation.
He never had a good impression of the primitive nomads of the Dothraki who were keen on looting, killing and destruction. He even felt that these guys were no different from orcs and monsters, and were all a group of absolute scourges.
"Thank you so much.
First you hatched the dragon eggs and gave me the method to control the dragonlets, then you helped me find the true desire that had been hidden in my heart, and next you will eliminate the biggest hidden danger for me. I don't know how to repay this kindness.
I promise, you will get the reward you deserve one day.
As for Daenerys, she was just a small gift, a symbol of the beginning of our friendship.
Finally, I wish you a wonderful night.”
After saying this, Illyrio raised his glass and smiled a smile that all men understand.
Then he signaled a maid to take Zuo Si to the guest room which was farther away from the banquet venue.
When she arrived at the door of the room, the maid suddenly stopped, bowed respectfully, and said softly: "Dear guest, Princess Daenerys Targaryen is in the room right now. If you have any other requests, please let me know. I will be at the door at any time."
"knew."
Zuo Si didn't pay much attention to the maid specially arranged by Illyrio, and walked straight through the door into the room which could be considered magnificent according to this world.
Daenerys, who was sitting on the bed anxiously, saw a stranger coming in. She immediately stood up in panic, fear and anxiety in her eyes.
She had obviously understood what was waiting for her tonight from her brother's screams of pain, so she was very scared inside.
"Relax, there's no need to be so nervous. I have no interest in you."
Zuo Si comforted him in a very casual tone.
Because the current "Dragon Mother" is only thirteen years old, and has been worried for a long time, her whole body looks malnourished, thin and poor. Apart from a pretty face, there is nothing to attract people's attention.
He simply couldn't understand how the tall and strong Drogo could bring himself to do that.
Could it be that this guy is a lolita complex?
“Not…not interested at all?!”
Daenerys was visibly surprised at first, and then her face quickly turned red.
Just when she opened her mouth several times to say something, she suddenly saw Zuo Si take out some strange things that she had never seen before from somewhere.
Before the girl could react to what the other person was going to do, she was pulled over.
"Bear with it! This might hurt a little."
As he spoke, Zuo Si inserted a silver-gleaming metal needle into the arm vein of the young "Dragon Mother" without any mercy.
Because he had dissected too many human bodies and had extremely high perception attributes, he didn't even need the help of auxiliary props such as rubber tubes. He could draw a tube of blood in just two or three seconds.
"ah!!!!!"
It wasn't until the needle was pulled out that Daenerys finally reacted and let out a scream.
After about a minute, she regained her composure from her panic and asked cautiously, "What...what are you going to do with my blood? Are you going to cast some kind of evil and terrible magic?"
"No, I just want to know what's so special about you, or the Targaryen bloodline, and where your innate affinity with dragons comes from."
As Zuo Si spoke, he began to detect it through various magics.
But unfortunately, due to the lack of a reference for comparison, he ended up isolating only a little bit of the unusual from it.
"Eh - what is this? Some kind of ancient contract? Or is it the remnant of a special magical energy in the human body? Or is it integrating the dragon's blood into the body through unknown means?"
Zuo Si held up the tiny ball of energy in the test tube that was flickering with a faint light and muttered to himself.
The bloodline of the Targaryen family is special, as can be seen from the fact that no one except them can control dragons.
This ancient power originated from Valyria, which was destroyed in the Doomsday.
In order to clarify this, Zuo Si drew two more tubes of blood from the thin arms of "Dragon Mother".
He will continue to study one tube himself, and plan to take the other tube back to have Dr. White, a biology professor, conduct genetic testing using modern scientific methods to see if he can find some breakthroughs.
Poor Daenerys had three tubes of blood drawn from her body in a row. She had not eaten anything at the dinner, so she was hungry and scared and soon fell into a deep sleep. She did not wake up until dawn, only to find that Zuo Si had disappeared from the room.
Seeing her pale face and weak appearance, the maid next to her thought that she was tortured too badly last night, and immediately brought her a bowl of honey water and comforted her softly: "Your Highness, this is a process that every woman must go through. Although it will be a little painful at the beginning, you will soon feel happy."
"Happy? I don't think there's any happiness in that feeling of being stabbed."
Daenerys couldn't help but shudder when she thought of the sharp metal needle last night.
When the maid heard this, her misunderstanding became even deeper.
Especially when she found blood spots accidentally dropped on the ground by Zuo Si during the test, she became more convinced that the last princess of the Targaryen family, like her brother, had experienced the most difficult moment of her life last night.
You know, the latter now needs someone to help her walk, and is forced to wear a beautiful female silk dress...
(End of this chapter)
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