Chapter 15: There's Actually a dragon egg?!
The Wall, Haunted Forest, near a giant heart tree.
"Do you think I'll come looking for you again in the future?"
Looking at the confident Tyrion, Jon asked with a hint of amusement.
"In your story, I'm the future hand of the king, the Lord Hand. As long as you're active on the continent of Westeros, our paths will surely cross."
There was a hint of pride in Tyrion's voice; after all, the Small Council was the center of power for the entire Seven Kingdoms.
Among them, the hand of the king, second only to one and above tens of thousands, possessed influence comparable to the King himself, though Tyrion had always believed his knowledge was on par with the kingdom's ministers.
However, he had never imagined before that he would one day become a powerful figure influencing the entire kingdom.
Thus, Tyrion was extremely confident at this moment, and he didn't believe Jon would only seek his help this once.
"Then how much do you want?"
Jon's question seemed to indicate he was yielding on this matter, which made Tyrion very happy.
"Good, good. Since you put it that way, I won't take advantage of you. Aside from the weapons, I want at least half of all the treasures. How about it?"
Tyrion's proposal made Jon frown, and after seeing Jon's expression, Tyrion felt a bit uneasy.
"To be honest, it's pointless for you to take these things now. How about this: I'll take everything first, and then I'll compensate you according to their value later."
Seeing that Jon didn't argue about splitting it evenly, Tyrion secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Fine! Fine! It's a deal then, but remember, you owe me!"
Having received Jon's confirmation, Tyrion happily began searching in front of the giant heart tree.
"Over here!"
Following the system's guidance, Jon found an entrance on the right side of the heart tree, covered by stones and vines.
Because so much time had passed, the entrance was only large enough for a child of seven or eight to enter, so the task naturally fell to Tyrion.
"Did you anticipate this problem beforehand?"
Looking at Jon's nonchalant expression, Tyrion asked curiously.
Now Tyrion was one hundred percent certain that the little fat boy from House Tarly before him was definitely not himself, because he knew very well that the other party was just like him.
Before coming to The Wall, no one from House Tarly had ever been here, yet this Samwell Tarly was able to find this place directly.
"Here, take the oil lamp. Don't look at me; I already told you, this is the guidance of the gods, you just don't believe it."
"Hmph! Do you think I'd believe you?"
The secret passage here wasn't some kind of ancient tomb; after spending a few minutes, Tyrion returned to the exit.
By then, he was covered from head to toe in mud and weirwood roots; it seemed he had suffered quite a bit down there.
"Three treasure chests, three skeletons, and their weapons and equipment. Hand me the rope, and I'll tie them up one by one."
Before coming, Tyrion had already put extra rope in his mount's saddlebags, as Night's Watch Rangers often operated in the wild.
Thus, horse saddlebags often contained many tools, and Tyrion's behavior didn't seem strange to the steward in charge of the stores.
Soon, Jon, who had expanded the exit significantly, felt a tug on the three ropes.
Clang... Clatter...
Huff... Huff...
After hearing a series of metal scraping sounds, Jon saw a pitch-black head. If the eyes hadn't been blinking, Jon might have mistaken him for an oversized marmot.
Even today, the armor looked as bright as new. The sigil on it was a fire-breathing white dragon, and the dragon's eyes, adorned with red onyx, looked very beautiful under the reflection of the snow.
"These must be the Raven's Teeth who were loyal to Brynden Rivers. I've seen this sigil in the Shield Hall at Castle Black!"
Tyrion, who was cleaning his face with a towel, muttered these words indistinctly.
"Can't you come over and help me a bit?"
Seeing Tyrion already planning to rest, Jon, who was dragging the treasure chests, couldn't help but speak up.
"Ah! I've already done everything for you; you just need to pull them out. Can't you take my size into consideration?"
"Mmm... this ale tastes good, though it might just be because I'm so tired!"
Tyrion, already sitting with his legs crossed, pulled out a leather waterskin from somewhere. After taking a gulp of wine, he said this quite contentedly.
Seeing Tyrion ready to slack off, Jon had no choice but to finish the rest of the work himself.
Meanwhile, the Night's Watch soldiers on the perimeter remained in the forest surrounding the heart tree in small groups, patrolling clockwise in a triangular formation.
Although these Night's Watchmen were curious about why Tyrion was here, the training to obey superior orders was ingrained in their bones.
Thus, they performed their patrol duties very diligently to prevent any emergencies.
Soon, Jon finally dragged everything out of the tunnel. Since the light inside the tunnel was dim, Tyrion hadn't found the legendary dark sister among the three swords.
"Ooh! Look at this, dark sister really is here!"
Just as Jon was moving the last treasure chest, Tyrion's voice came from behind him.
Jon ignored the lazy fellow and struggled to pull out the final chest. Even though he had reached the strength of a Level 3 Warrior.
The weight of the chest still startled Jon. If his storage space had no restrictions, he would have put the three chests away long ago.
Jon remembered that in games, chests usually had to be opened first; it seemed his storage space had a similar restriction.
Thud...
With a dull thud, Jon and Tyrion's operation could finally be declared complete.
By this time, Tyrion had already picked up a longsword nearly as tall as himself and was gesturing with it.
This was a bastard sword with strange ripples, seemingly only a third the size of a regular two-handed greatsword.
Under the reflection of the snow, the decorative ruby atop the sword's hilt looked as if it could drip blood.
The valyrian steel sword dark sister was one of the ancestral blades of the Targaryen Family. Rumor had it that it was once the sword of Daenys the Dreamer.
Visenya Targaryen, the sister of Aegon Targaryen, once saved Aegon from Dornish assassins while wielding dark sister, though its fame was slightly less than that of the sword Blackfyre.
Yet it was a representative of the Targaryen heritage. Although it was unknown why Brynden Rivers took dark sister with him back then.
After being buried for many years, it had returned to the hands of a Targaryen—or rather, to the hands of a Targaryen soul.
"What's wrong?"
When Tyrion looked at Jon, he saw a pair of dazed eyes. Recalling the name Jon had previously told him, Tyrion asked somewhat uncertainly.
"Wait, who exactly are you? Don't tell me you're the son of Prince Rhaegar Targaryen and Princess Elia. As far as I know, that Aegon was killed by 'The Mountain' long ago!"
"The Targaryen Family doesn't have only one Aegon!"
After giving Tyrion that answer, Jon turned his gaze toward the three treasure chests at the tunnel entrance.
The three chests were basically the same style, looking similar to treasure chests in certain Blue Star movies, only their material seemed to be of better quality.
Seeing the white residue remaining on the wood, Jon suspected they might be made of weirwood, as only weirwood could ensure that the objects made from it would not rot.
Click... Thud...
As the first chest opened, a charming, golden light shone directly onto Jon's face.
Tyrion, who had been standing dazed to the side, ran over immediately, casting aside the shock Jon had caused him.
"By the seven, there must be at least 3,000 Gold Dragons here, plus these jewels and artifacts. If the other two chests have this much, you could build another castle outside Castle Black."
Seeing so much treasure in this chest, Tyrion was full of confidence for the other two, so he ran over and opened them one by one.
"Huh! What's this?"
After opening the last chest, Tyrion didn't find the treasures he expected. Inside were only some scrolls, books, and a strange-looking stone.
"Eh... Ahhhh... Is this!?"
Out of curiosity, Tyrion was the first to pick up the stone, and he soon discovered its miraculous nature.
The stone was about the size of an ostrich egg from Blue Star, covered in scale-like protrusions. Because its color was somewhat blackish.
That was why Tyrion had mistaken it for a stone, but after examining it carefully for a while, he noticed the colors on it.
Black mingled with red and gold, it looked like an artwork crafted from iron ore. However, the more Tyrion looked, the more startled he became, because this stone was exactly like the legendary dragon eggs.
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