Of course, that string of words wouldn't have mattered if he were Eddard or Jon, but he wasn't. And now that daughter had birthed the heir to the House Arryn.
Rubbing the corner of his eyes, he walked downstairs alone. Chett had gone to prepare the men to march, which was now halted. He really didn't want to spend time there, but leaving Maidenpool to the wolves wasn't beneficial to him since he was serious about establishing a trade outpost there.
What Wylis had in his mind was a medieval version of an Amazon fulfillment center. He wanted to establish various trade outposts with large freight holding capacity where some regular-use items would be stored, or items most in demand. As per the order location, the nearest trade outpost would send those items to the town or city needed.
It was quite simple, but it needed a lot of manpower, bookkeeping, and coin to set up initially. His own advantage was having a tax-free trade grant in King's Landing, the biggest market, for many years to come. Then there was Stoney Sept, and now Maidenpool. With that, he had all of the Riverlands, most of the seaside towns of Vale, the northern part of the Westerlands, all of the Crownlands, and the northern part of the Stormlands under coverage. He needed just a few more outposts in the south to cover the Reach and Dorne.
Once I start digging for treasures from the sea on a large scale, I won't lack coin for years to come.
That meant scaling the trade rapidly was a high and achievable possibility.
All those should have made his mood good, but that wasn't the case as he walked through the burnt streets of Maidenpool.
The people had all been moved to temporary shelters made out of tents. Lucky for them that it was no longer winter.
Still, Wylis visited every intact house and checked if they were still habitable. Those on the verge of falling, he fixed secretly with his Earthbending. It was mostly mending a few pillars at times. But most houses were made of wood, or had a lot of wood in them. That made the fire too devastating.
I don't think any city has a dedicated fire service yet. He pondered over what he could improve with his own soon-to-be city.
After making a round and ensuring nobody was following him, he finally headed to the location of the hidden Targaryen treasure chest with empty bags slung over his shoulders. It was close to Jonquil's Pool, but it was still underground. First, he had to clear some burnt debris from a shop and find his way down into the basement. It was ruined, and the ceiling was on the verge of falling.
He mended that first, slotted the support beams in their places, or used Earthbending to reinforce some parts. Then he searched further on the ground, tapping his feet to find the trace of a cavity.
After many failed searches, he eventually found the one that looked like a tunnel entrance. But after being left untouched for so long, it was barely bigger than a rat hole. So he dug it out, pulling big chunks of dirt until the opening broadened for him to crawl inside.
He reckoned it must have been a full-fledged walkable stairway entrance back in the day. But the wood had rotten away by now, and damp dirt had covered the rest. He had to dig for every inch of the way.
It was easy, however. His mastery of Earthbending had increased significantly. He reckoned he could make a whole city wall in a single night. Raise a castle in a few days with the right plans.
Almost there.
The tunnel began to grow wider. From crawling, he started to walk with his back hunched. Then slowly he stood up straight, which was a feat as he was seven feet tall. Nobody usually made tunnels that high. Not unless it was planned.
At last, he felt an even larger opening. He stopped using his senses and grabbed the unlit torch he'd brought with him, and used flint rocks to set it on fire.
Holy! It's a whole chamber.
It wasn't that big, but he could spread his arms wide and rotate without touching anything. The ceiling was just about as tall as he was. And right in the center was a small square platform on which a jewel-jutted chest sat. But it wasn't alone; there were more chests at the corners, on the floor.
Cobwebs covered every inch. He burned them first and set the torch on the wall holder. With his hands free, he quickly tipped open the chest on the raised platform.
Let's see—huh?
One golden with silver flecks and the other entirely black. Placed on plush cushioned material were two head-sized dragon eggs.
Ting!
[Dragon Eggs Found!]
What?
Wylis had never seen Tyrant's Squire light up based on just finding something. If it did now, then those eggs must mean a great deal to it.
[Awaken The Dragon Eggs - Yes/No?]
I can do that?
With a silent gulp, Wylis grabbed both dragon eggs, one in each palm. Laughingly, they looked small in his hands. He tried to feel them using Earthbending, but sensed no life in them. That was if Earthbending even worked on it.
He looked at the notification again and read the fine print under the option. In very tiny text, it said that awakening the eggs would take two years. It made sense, and also annoyed him. He didn't know if he wanted to bring dragons back.
Well, the better word for it was, he didn't know if he wanted to give Viserys or Daenerys a dragon. However…
Rhaella is willing to give me children. If her pregnancy is fruitful…
He eyed the eggs again and gently placed the two in the chest. He had enough time for them. Besides, he needed to create his own base first, both in wealth and might. Or else, he'd be put down before the dragons even got to fly.
Not to mention, he knew where to find more dragon eggs. He'd received the location of all the forgotten Valyrian steel and dragon eggs in Westeros and Essos from The Most Wanted Man quest. He could remember plenty of places in Essos. But there were no eggs in Westeros.
As to why he didn't learn of these two, the only answer was that they weren't forgotten. Someone had placed them there with some intention. The question was who.
To find clues, he closed the dragon egg chest and searched the others. Pretty quickly, he found significant things. One chest had three crowns neatly placed inside. He grabbed the first one, crude to look at with even spikes at a space. Getting a better look near the light, he noticed the sigil of a wolf on the inner side of the crown.
Is this? Torrhen Stark's crown?
To confirm that, he grabbed another crown from the chest. This was one entirely golden with red gems on it. By the amount of lion markings on it, he knew it belonged to the last Lannister King.
The third one was also made of gold, but it was shaped like vines with petals, green gems here and there, and on the inner side was the marking of a hand, the sigil of an extinct House Gardener of Highgarden.
"These are all… Aegon the Conqueror's loot." He muttered and checked another chest, which was full of precious gems. Another, he checked, and it was a folded parchment, marking the map of the full Red Keep, which was confusing because Aegon didn't have a finished Red Keep.
Another chest contained books of travels, from Essos to beyond. There were more gems, gold coins that bore the ancient markings of an era lost. There were daggers of Valyrian steel. There were rings, countless of them, bearing markings of houses Wylis didn't even know existed. There were parchments holding royal decrees and trade agreements with banks.
Clearly, the secret vault was accessed by multiple people. The fact that even Aegon's artifacts were there meant the people who accessed it shared the same ideas, possibly all were Targaryens, if not all kings.
In monetary terms, the treasure wasn't worth a lot. But in terms of significance, it was priceless. He imagined what a man like Tywin Lannister would be willing to give in exchange for the last Lannister King's crown.
What would House Tyrell do to get the crown that meant nothing but would solidify their claim even further? They were but mere stewards of the House Gardener, after all, before Aegon roared.
Eddard wouldn't give a shit. But Brandon would sell his left nut for it, I'm sure.
Chuckling to himself, he started gathering everything in the empty cloth bags. He was extra gentle with the eggs and grabbed the entire chest itself. It had jewels on it as well. He shoved the rest of the things in like they were rubbish, and headed out.
He had no fear that someone would halt him and ask him to show what he was carrying.
Everyone in Maidenpool liked to have their head on their shoulders, and annoying a seven-foot-tall giant was the way to lose it.
Let's see Maidenpool's ledgers after this.
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