Looking at this luxury-level attribute set, coupled with three dragons, Talvey undoubtedly stood at the top of the pyramid in this world.
Now, eighteen years had passed since he descended into this world.
Compared to the Blue Star of his past life, needless to say, this world was purely an amateur outfit.
In this world of solidified classes, the moment nobles were born, they were destined to possess endless wealth to squander and supreme privileges.
The commoners struggled to survive with barely enough food to eat, not to mention facing exploitation and oppression by the nobles; if a man’s wife was somewhat attractive, she had to be enjoyed by the noble lords first.
In these eighteen years, he had witnessed too many such tragedies.
And his House Valthorn, as one of the only two surviving dragonlord families in the world today, was undoubtedly among the group at the very peak of the pyramid.
Besides dragons, his family also sat upon The Arbor, as well as a large swath of land across the water including Three Towers and Sunhouse.
As for The Arbor, an island with an area of 17,000 square kilometers and the wealthiest island in the continent of Westeros, ever since ‘The Vine’ Gilbert taught the people on the island how to make wine in the Age of the First Men, it had been the domain of House Redwyne for generations.
Until ‘The Conqueror’ Aegon I launched the Wars of Conquest, and in the Battle of ‘Field of Fire’, House Redwyne was defeated, making this island the hereditary fief of House Valthorn, which had been over a hundred years ago.
And across from The Arbor, that vast plain with an area of about 30,000 square kilometers also simultaneously became the hereditary fief of House Valthorn.
House Valthorn nowadays was one of the most powerful families in the entire continent of Westeros, and the other two major families were — House Targaryen and House Velaryon, because only these three major families mastered the power of dragons.
Talvey was the only heir of the third generation of House Valthorn, and the direct eldest grandson of the current Lord of The Arbor, Iseorn Valthorn.
Talvey’s mother was Visenyra Targaryen, who successfully gave birth to Talvey at the age of 27, while Talvey’s father Orion was already 36 years old at that time.
Therefore, as the sole heir of the family, Talvey could be said to have gathered thousands of favors from childhood to adulthood; besides the two silver dragons hatched during his infancy, at the age of 8, he forged a mental bond with ‘Blazing Sun’ Terentius, the family’s largest dragon with a length of 72 meters, becoming a dragonrider with three dragons.
And with the system, if Talvey were simply to muddle along and wait for death, wouldn’t that bring shame to all his transmigrator predecessors?
Whatever Eastern Continent or Western Continent, those were just the Western Province and Eastern Province.
However, even though Talvey now possessed superhuman martial prowess and dragons, he was not arrogant enough to think he could ignore all rules.
Not to mention the Others in the Lands of Always Winter, the sorcerers of Asshai, and the gods looming faintly in this world, even House Targaryen and House Velaryon were families Talvey could not underestimate.
Therefore, the most important thing now was to lay low, expand his territory step by step, enrich his fief’s people, and thereby gain a steady stream of influence.
Being able to participate in the war of The Stepstones this time was something Talvey achieved only after exhausting all means to finally win his grandfather’s consent.
And for Talvey’s safety, the family equipped him with the best weapons, armor, and the most elite soldiers.
…
The next day.
The sea breeze swept over the skies above Talvey’s camp, and banners fluttered loudly in the wind.
On an ivory-white background, an iron-red dragon was centered, its head surrounded by three suns, encircled by a ring of red cloud patterns — exactly the heraldry of House Valthorn.
“Clang, clang, clang…”
Accompanied by the melodious bell tolls, a sharp dragon roar came from the sky.
A slender, crimson-red dragon was seen flying slowly toward the camp — it was Daemon and his dragon — ‘The Blood Wyrm’ Caraxes.
Inside the camp, ‘Blazing Sun’ Terentius lifted his head and replied with a dragon roar like rumbling thunder.
Hearing the bell, Talvey slowly walked out of the grand tent, while Caraxes in the sky was also slowly landing outside Valthorn’s camp.
At the same time, a troop of soldiers carrying banners was also slowly approaching the camp.
A sea-green banner was embroidered with a silver seahorse, which was the heraldry of House Velaryon, and the tall figure right at the forefront of the soldiers was none other than ‘The Sea Snake’ Corlys Velaryon.
“I heard you chopped off the head of The Crabfeeder with your own hands, Talvey.”
Before he even arrived, Daemon’s exaggeratedly toned voice already reached Talvey’s ears.
With a smile on his face, Talvey pointed at the weapon rack outside the tent and said, “Indeed, the corpse of this Admiral of Myr has been properly buried by me at this time. This is his battle axe, and I believe the Triarchy will soon receive this news.”
At the same time, he looked with complex emotions at this lean and robust ‘Rogue Prince’ Daemon.
In his past life, people called him Martin’s favorite son.
Although some of Daemon’s actions had no lower limit, it was undeniable that he indeed possessed a unique personal charm.
Just from this war of The Stepstones, it could be seen that Daemon had neither territory nor wealth, yet purely by his personal charm, he had gathered an army of less than two thousand men composed of landless knights, younger sons of nobles, and mercenaries.
Solely in terms of martial prowess, he was also a top knight in the Seven Kingdoms.
Although his actions were eccentric and even somewhat unruly and cruel, looking back from start to finish, he definitely deserved a word of praise.
Throughout the entire process of the Dance of the Dragons, no matter what political perils Rhaenyra encountered, Daemon never betrayed her, defending Rhaenyra’s right of succession until death; on the other hand, Rhaenyra was really hard to describe in words.
After the war, the sentence used by The Citadel to describe Daemon was extremely precise: every time a Targaryen was born, the gods tossed a coin, one side greatness and the other madness, and Daemon’s coin landed on its edge.
“What a pity, I was still thinking of meeting this The Crabfeeder to see where on earth he got the courage and confidence to resist the three most powerful major families in Westeros today.”
Daemon looked at that battle axe and said tauntingly.
Talvey gently shook his head: “Although this The Crabfeeder was greedy and tyrannical, his military talent was indeed quite outstanding. Otherwise, how could he resist us for as long as a year and a half? Don’t forget, we also had three dragons participating in the war.”
‘The Crabfeeder’ Craghas was truly worthy of being the commander of the Triarchy’s joint fleet.
Even facing the tripartite coalition of Valthorn, Velaryon, and Daemon, as well as three dragons, he was able to stubbornly resist for a year and a half.
If not for Talvey’s joining, this war originally would have been fought for a full three years, and almost caused Corlys and Daemon to return in failure, which showed how strong Craghas’s military talent was.
“Craghas is indeed tricky, but we still achieved ultimate victory. From now on, this sole sea route connecting the Narrow Sea and the Summer Sea is completely within our control, hahaha!” Corlys laughed heartily at this moment and walked up to the two men.
The Sea Snake
Daemon