Chapter 113 White Dragon "Caesar"

[Lord of Summerhall, Guardian and Governor of Stormlands Cole Julius wrote to Maester Aemon:

We have been apart for a long time and I miss you very much. I wonder if Grandpa Aemon is in good health recently?

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Cole tied the letter to the raven's feet and let it fly.

I don't know how Grandpa Aemon is doing, and whether Old Bear has led people out of the Wall. This place is too far from the Wall, and even the ravens don't know how long it will take to fly.

The dungeons of Storm's End are overcrowded recently. In addition to prisoners of war, there are also many thieves and criminals. He plans to send these people to the Wall.

In the letter, he also asked Grandpa Aemon about grayscale disease. He wondered if the knowledgeable maester had a cure.

Currently, he was trapped by the situation, otherwise he would have to go to the Citadel to find out if there was a cure for grayscale disease.

There was a letter of introduction from Grandpa Aemon to the Citadel in his gift to the south, but it was lost with Winter Night. I wonder if it is with Tywin.

If Winter's Night is really a Valyrian sword, the old lion will definitely not let it go. He has always wanted to find a Valyrian sword that has been passed down from generation to generation, and has paid a lot of money for it several times.

In fact, the Lannister family, like the Starks, owns a Valyrian greatsword that has been passed down from generation to generation. In order to obtain this sword, the ancient King of Casterly Rock spent countless gold coins.

Unfortunately, this "Light Howl" greatsword was lost in ancient Valyria in Essos by Tommen Lannister II, the King of Casterly Rock. Since then, the Lannister family has been looking for a replacement, and even sent people to the old site of Valyria to find it.

Whether Winter's Night is a Valyrian steel sword or not, if it is in Lannister's hands, he will ask for it back.

As for what to ask for, of course "Caesar" will be used.

That's right, the white dragon was named "Caesar" by him. The consciousness of this little guy has been suppressed by Cole and kept sleeping until he was tired and fell asleep in the Dorne Mountains, and Xiaobai woke up.

Cole can still control his body, but when he does not put his consciousness on Xiaobai, the white dragon is moving independently. Of course, Cole still shares Xiaobai's vision.

When going to Dragonstone, Xiaobai was left at Storm's End, and he rested on the cliffs of the uninhabited Dorne Mountains.

After Cole returned to Storm's End, Xiaobai was sent to Dragonstone again. Anyway, after Cole's training, Xiaobai has mastered good hunting skills and can feed himself, and Cole can monitor him 24 hours a day, so that he can hide himself well.

Xiaobai's body is becoming more and more difficult to hide, and Cole must be prepared to expose him.

There are many taboo books in the city, and there must be records about grayscale. When Xiaobai has the ability to fight, he will ride a dragon.

At Dragonstone, Cole asked Maester Pylos if he knew about the treatment of grayscale.

"The possibility of greyscale being cured is almost zero, sir. It is a miracle that Her Royal Highness survived. Removing the infected part can only prevent it from spreading." He shook his head and said to Cole.

If medicine can't cure it, then use magic, the warlocks of Asshai, the wizards of Qarth, and even the witches of the forest.

Let the servants add some charcoal to the stove. It was late at night. He went to bed early after a long journey, but saw the gems he was wearing glowing.

He seemed to dream of the Battle of the Blackwater River. After waking up, he still remembered his dream clearly, but he didn't take it to heart. As the saying goes, you dream at night if you think about it during the day. Maybe he thought about some war things before going to bed.

After all, he himself had burned the ships of Highgarden on the Lambroon River.

He put on a thin vest and linen trousers, tied his waist with a rope, and walked down the main tower. This was his morning exercise equipment.

There was no one in the parade ground at this time. Cole did warm-up exercises, and then began to use weights to sharpen his muscles. He asked the blacksmith to make equipment to assist in the exercise.

Although the soldiers in the parade ground did not know what these things were used for, they also learned to do it like Cole, but no one could lift the weight he used.

Cole also asked the blacksmith to make a long spear. Of course, this kind of spear is not the traditional lance of Westeros, but a sharpened spear with an ironwood handle and a fine steel blade. It looks a bit like a spear and can charge and chop.

It is a pity that the lance can only be used for a one-time charge, and Cole is not very good at it.

Of course, this heavy iron spear can also be used as a spear and a stick in infantry combat. The tip of the spear is sharp enough and the strength is hard enough.

He practiced the weapons one by one, and when he stopped to rest, he had already sweated a lot. At this time, people had come to the parade ground one after another, and Cole wanted to organize them to train.

First, the sword skills training, two people holding swords to attack. Then there was the attack and defense training, one person holding a sword and the other holding a shield to fight each other.

After the individual training, Cole organized them to conduct collective training.

After the training, Cole summarized their problems and explained them one by one. The group with poor training results was responsible for the evening guard duty. At the same time, he scolded several lazy people.

"Lord Cole, the envoys of Cotoin and Levier want to see you." Gilbert, who was busy with taxation, hurried to find him.

Cole didn't know enough about the taxation system of the Seven Kingdoms, so he simply handed it over to Gilbert. Cole asked him to try to exempt those unreasonable taxes. The taxation system in Westeros is strange and different lords have different systems.

"Let them wait in the hall."

Cole took a bath first, put on a white waistcoat, a blue short cloak on his shoulders, and a gem-studded headband to hold his silver hair.

With the knight's sword on his waist, he walked into the hall, guarded by two armored soldiers.

The two envoys stood and waited anxiously, and finally saw a nobleman with extraordinary momentum walked in.

Cole sat on the antler throne. "Why are you standing? Why don't you bring chairs for the guests? If those masters in the king's palace know about it, they will think that I, Cole Julius, don't know how to entertain guests."

The two thanked him repeatedly and sat down. They didn't know how long they had been cursing in their hearts. There was not a single chair in the hall. They asked the guards for one, but they were scolded instead.

"I heard that you are here to redeem the knights in the dungeon. Tell me your conditions." Cole said to them.

The envoys who hadn't sat down yet stood up again.

"Sir, I come for Sir Boli and Sir Torikun Kotoin of the Kotoin family. The Kotoin family is willing to pay a ransom of 600 gold dragons for him and 100 gold dragons for their armor." The envoy of the Kotoin family spoke first.

Cole nodded slightly and turned his gaze to another person, "What about you? Which family do you represent?"

A trace of sweat dripped from the man's forehead. Although the two had discussed their respective ransoms in private, the Kotoin family still made him dare not speak easily for a while.

"I come on behalf of the Levi family, your honorable Lord. The Levi family is willing to pay a ransom of 150 gold dragons for Sir Wright Levi." His legs trembled a little, and he only felt a strong sense of oppression from the person on the chair.

But he frowned while sitting on the chair, and then said in a calm tone, "Your family betrayed the real king. For the betrayers, I should have sentenced them to death to uphold the law."