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While Viserys was planning to add new members to the family.
Vaerezys Black Palace.
This palace still had a distinct Valyrian style, but it was much smaller than the Vaerezys Purple Palace at Summerhall. Within its walls stood only a slightly square palace built of black stone, yet the pointed circular towers at its four corners and the central tower of the palace all displayed the clear style of an Ancient Valyrian palace. Besides the pointed circular courtyard at the top of the central tower, gardens and fountains were specially arranged within the Black Walls, with only the huge Dragonpit appearing out of place.
However, for a Dragonlord family, especially the current Dragonlord family, the comfort of the dragon was far more important than where the humans lived.
The black dragon swooped low over the sea, its claws accurately plunging into the water, effortlessly cutting through the scales of a sea fish larger than a man, like a hot knife through butter.
A song-like roar echoed over Blackwater Bay. After a joyful cry, Star Song deftly tossed the large fish from its claws into the air. A gush of silver-gold dragonflame erupted, the fire engulfing the large fish, allowing Star Song to gobble down the entire fish with a single bite. Rhaegor clung tightly to Star Song's back.
There was no dragon saddle.
The boy could only grip Star Song's dorsal fin tightly to prevent himself from falling. Star Song also knew that its companion was as young and inexperienced as it was. Although the terrifying little "kin" and Vermithor had told it before takeoff that it was to train its companion in dragon-riding techniques for emergencies, Star Song still carefully and continuously adjusted its posture, avoiding actually shaking the little boy off its back.
After circling over the sea, Star Song slowly and smoothly landed outside the Dragonpit. Clearly, neither Zhuohuo nor Vermithor was satisfied with this somewhat narrow Dragonpit. Zhuohuo lay lazily on the edge of the Dragonpit, while Vermithor was not in the Dragonpit at all.
It lay on the platform at the top of the palace, its massive body completely occupying the entire palace roof except for the central pointed circular courtyard. It was currently fast asleep.
Although Vermithor had been "baptized" by the abundant magic in the Valyrian Ruins, as a century-old dragon, Vermithor had gradually become too lazy to move. Lying on the platform at the top of the palace and sleeping for an entire day was its most frequent activity.
Star Song crawled a few steps forward. Zhuohuo saw Star Song land, lazily roared at it, narrowed its large eyes, and then went back to rest.
Rhaegor, his legs trembling slightly, climbed down from the dragon's back and hugged Star Song's head: "Thank you, Star Song."
Star Song hummed, gently nudging Rhaegor with its nose. Then it slowly crawled to the other side of Zhuohuo.
Rhaegor tried to control his trembling legs before slowly walking towards Dragonzel, who had been waiting nearby.
"Father, I found a trick." Rhaegor suppressed his excited expression. Seeing that Dragonzel didn't speak, he confidently continued: "Star Song's dorsal fin has a noticeable protrusion where I usually ride, but the corresponding bone spurs are harder than other places. I found that I can completely fix myself by holding those two bone spurs without relying on a dragon saddle."
Dragonzel nodded, stroking his son's head with satisfaction. "The family's collection of books has lost the part about the origin of dragons, but I also told you that Valyrians are suspected to have physically modified themselves and dragons simultaneously before and after taming dragons. The bone spurs you feel can fix you are inherently left by dragons for mortals to tame."
Rhaegor was happy that his guess was correct, but immediately began deeper calculations: "But holding two bone spurs cannot sustain prolonged combat. If it's a dragon fight, if the dragon makes some particularly violent moves in close combat, I might still be thrown off. If it's a dragon fight with Zhuohuo..." Rhaegor looked at Zhuohuo.
Zhuohuo seemed to sense someone looking at him, its clear, big eyes suddenly opened wide, swiveling around, and then it relaxed and continued to squint after seeing it was Rhaegor looking at it.
"Zhuohuo's tentacles are a big problem. Samantha and I experimented after getting Zhuohuo's permission, and neither ordinary knives and axes nor Star Song's dragon teeth could harm Zhuohuo's tentacles. Uh, it seems Hovendes's dragon whiskers are the same. If we encounter an opponent like Zhuohuo in a dragon fight, and these things directly attack the dragon knight..." Rhaegor couldn't help but shiver. He realized that this strangely shaped dragon, Zhuohuo, posed a huge threat to normally shaped dragons.
"It's good that you can think of these things," Dragonzel said with a smile. "Dragon fighting, first, depends on the dragon's combat power, and second, on the knight's and dragon's tacit agreement. If the tacit agreement is high enough, your dragon will help you block many external damages, such as Zhuohuo's tentacles. Of course, this requires your dragon to be larger than Zhuohuo."
Rhaegor lowered his head and thought, and indeed, that was the case.
"Father, besides dragon fighting and daily knowledge learning, what else do I need to do?"
Dragonzel thought for a moment and handed Rhaegor a piece of parchment with many things written on it.
The parchment contained nothing strange, merely telling Rhaegor what to learn.
First, very simply, memorize the sigils of various families in Westeros, their sigil variations, and their approximate family trees. This was also something noble teenagers had to learn, but Dragonzel's version included not only the local nobles of Westeros but also the Rogare family, the newly ennobled families by Dragonzel, and the families behind the Black Wall in Volantis who claimed to be descendants of the Dragonlord family.
Dragonzel didn't believe they had given up.
Of course, based on his understanding of blood, while Dragonzel worried that some lucky individuals might indeed emerge among them, the vast majority would absolutely not be recognized by dragons. However, as his heir, Rhaegor naturally had to understand these old adversaries.
Second, gifts from Ray and Tigaro, including knowledge of various interpersonal relationships, methods for dealing with schemes and intrigues, and a relatively general understanding of toxicology and medical knowledge.
As Dragonzel's eldest son, whose bloodline had been purified by blood magic, Rhaegor's resistance to illness was far superior to others, but not like Dragonzel, who was almost immune to diseases and poisons. So he still had to learn relevant knowledge. Of course, Dragonzel would not let his son have problems; he made Rhaegor a simple blood magic ring that could dispel toxins, so at least most poisons would be useless against him.
Third, various historical stories, myths, and religious knowledge, from the distant Yi Ti, Asshai, all the way to Westeros. Rhaegor had to study all the history books collected by the Varezes family at least once.
Secrets are often hidden in history.
And secrets often brew a different kind of fine wine.
While learning historical knowledge, Rhaegor also had to master six languages proficiently: the Common Tongue, High Valyrian, dialectal Valyrian, Dothraki, and Ancient Valyrian, in case of need.
Fourth, and what Dragonzel would personally teach his son.
Dragons, and magic.
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