Rayder's actions, it could be said, truly opened the eyes of many nobles in the banquet hall.
After Rayder left, everyone looked at the remaining food and wine, losing all desire to eat, as they all felt like they were eating leftovers.
Everyone felt very awkward, and the atmosphere of the entire banquet instantly became a bit uncomfortable.
These nobles looked at each other, not knowing what to say.
They were all worldly people, but they had never seen such direct and crude behavior from Rayder before.
They had originally thought that Rayder would at least give them some face, or at least not make them lose face.
But Rayder's actions greatly disappointed them.
Viserys looked at Rayder's retreating back, and couldn't help but feel a hint of helplessness in his heart.
He knew Rayder's personality, but he couldn't accept his behavior.
He had originally hoped that Rayder would restrain himself a little, at least in public, to give him some face.
But Rayder's actions made him realize that his hopes were in vain.
Viserys knew that all he could do now was to try his best to appease these nobles and maintain order at the banquet.
He walked to the center of the crowd and said with a smile, "Everyone, don't worry, Rayder is just straightforward by nature and means no harm.
Let's continue the banquet and not let this small matter affect our mood."
Although Viserys said this, his heart was filled with worry.
He knew that Rayder's behavior had already caused dissatisfaction among these nobles, and if he didn't find a way to solve this problem soon, it would likely have a detrimental effect on his rule.
Rayder strode out of the banquet hall, his mind not dwelling on the dissatisfaction of those nobles, nor did he excessively consider whether his actions would affect the Targaryen Family.
In his world, there was only he and his dragons, and perhaps Rhaenyra, who was about to become his wife.
Viserys looked at Rayder's departing back, his heart a mix of emotions.
He knew that Rayder didn't care about the opinions of these nobles, but he couldn't afford not to care.
As the head of the Targaryen Family, he had to uphold the family's honor and status.
He turned to face the dissatisfied nobles, using his authority and wisdom to appease them, attempting to quell the disturbance.
Meanwhile, Rayder was standing at the edge of the courtyard, watching the three dragons fighting over the food he had brought.
For giant dragons, this food truly only counted as a late-night snack.
As Rayder watched them devour the food, he couldn't help but think that once, the entire Valyria Freehold Federation had 40 Dragon Lord Families, totaling thousands or even tens of thousands of dragons.
The daily cost of feeding these dragons was indeed an astronomical figure.
He imagined the Valyria of the past, that powerful nation, that nation with countless giant dragons.
Why did they constantly wage wars of conquest, expand their territory, and capture large numbers of slaves?
Was it to feed these giant dragons? Or was it to satisfy their endless desires?
Rayder shook his head; he didn't care about any of that.
He only knew that he had his own dragons, he had his own purpose, he had his own life.
He didn't need to care about the opinions of those nobles, nor did he need to care about the honor and status of the Targaryen Family.
He only needed to take care of himself, take care of his dragons, and take care of his life.
He turned and left the courtyard, returning to his room. He needed to rest and regain his energy to face whatever might happen tomorrow.
His life wasn't easy, but he was willing to fight for his life.
He was willing to constantly strive and move forward for his dragons and for his life.
Inside the room, Rayder's eyes were tightly closed, his breathing steady, clearly having fallen into a sweet dream.
However, in the castle courtyard, Ghidorah lay on the ground, feeling somewhat downcast.
It peered through the window, gazing longingly at Rayder inside the room, feeling a bit displeased.
One must know, Ghidorah used to be able to freely enter the room, then comfortably lie on the large bed Rayder had prepared for it, and then fall asleep under a warm blanket.
But now, its body had become so enormous that it couldn't even pass through the castle door, let alone enter the room to sleep.
Ghidorah couldn't help but feel a little emotional; it felt it was being treated unfairly.
After all, it also needed a comfortable place to rest!
However, reality dictated that it could only sleep outside in this courtyard, with the sky as its blanket and the ground as its bed.
Just as Ghidorah was silently complaining, Rayder, already sound asleep in the room, suddenly felt a strong sense of weightlessness.
His consciousness seemed to be violently pulled by a powerful force, instantly dragged into a strange and mysterious space.
When Rayder opened his eyes again, he was surprised to find himself in the midst of a deep blue ocean!
All around him was endless seawater, with immense pressure that made him feel somewhat suffocated.
For humans, suddenly appearing at the bottom of the sea, the first subconscious reaction is to hold their breath to avoid drowning.
However, just as Rayder was about to do so, he suddenly remembered that he should be sleeping in the Black Castle.
Recalling his first encounter with the Night King, Rayder immediately realized that he must now be in a dream-like illusory space.
Rayder looked at this sudden scene and instantly became unafraid; his curiosity was instead piqued, and he began to examine his surroundings with interest.
He looked around and saw only underwater rocks, corals, and various seaweeds, but strangely, he didn't see a single fish.
It was utterly silent, as if lacking the vitality of life, like a dead sea.
Although Rayder could feel a suffocating sensation, it posed no threat to his life; it merely made him feel a bit uncomfortable.
Just as Rayder was still carefully observing his surroundings, suddenly, a gigantic tentacle broke through the coral jungle that obscured the light, swiftly striking him like lightning.
Because the sudden attack was too fast and came from behind, Rayder had no time to react, and his entire body was tightly bound by the huge tentacle.
Especially the sticky tentacle, which made Rayder feel a wave of nausea.
The sticky, cold sensation of the tentacle made him break out in goosebumps all over.
After being lifted high by the tentacle, as the height continuously increased, Rayder finally saw the true face of this tentacle—an extra-large gray octopus!
The size of this octopus was almost as large as a giant dragon, and its other tentacles were wrapped around the surrounding rocks, looking exceptionally terrifying.
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