Tyrosh, underground secret room.
Nekania stared intently at the letter in his hand, his eyes flickering with hesitation.
"Can you confirm the authenticity of the message?" Nekania asked.
"Aegon has left the Stepstones with fifty warships and five Dragons. Countless merchants witnessed it personally."
Nekania narrowed his small eyes, a cunning glint flashing in his gaze.
"Aegon is the most cunning enemy I have ever encountered."
Before I ran for Chief, I always thought I was the most cunning person in the world, but now, Aegon is..." Nekania looked at his new assistant and asked, "What do you think we should do now?"
Taylor was silent for a moment before stating his thoughts.
"I believe this is a trap. The administrators hope to launch a surprise attack on the Stepstones while the Dragons are away."
What our administrators can think of, it's impossible for Aegon not to think of. Do you still remember Aegon's gold dragon?"
"How could I possibly not remember, Sunfyre, Aegon's mount. That damned gold dragon is half to blame for Tyrosh's current situation."
Nekania gnashed his teeth, wishing he could skin that arrogant gold dragon alive!
"That gold dragon is far more agile than other Dragons, and a very important reason is that it doesn't have a rider on its back."
Since that gold dragon can attack Tyrosh without a rider, it can also guard the Stepstones without a rider."
After listening to Taylor's advice, Nekania felt it made a lot of sense,
"You're right, this is likely a trap, but we have no choice but to jump into it now."
"Why?" Taylor frowned deeply, his face full of confusion.
Nekania was a little helpless.
"Tyrosh City can't be defended anymore. Elville is dead, and two thousand soldiers went to meet the gods with him."
But I don't want to give up on Tyrosh City. Whether it's an opportunity or a trap, I have to let Recharino try it.
If we win, there's still a chance. If we lose, I'll go to the Disputed Lands and continue fighting against Egon Targaryen!"
Taylor fell silent, considering for a moment.
"I think we can try to negotiate with Aegon. The dragon bolt is a joke, it can only deal with young dragons, it's useless against adult Dragons."
That muddy dragon flew slowly and was hit by dragon bolts several times when it attacked Tyrosh and aided the merchant ships in Tyrosh.
And what was the result? It was like a person being bitten by a mosquito, nothing happened.
They even tried applying poison to the crossbow bolts, but it was also of no avail.
"Negotiation is unlikely. Aegon never intended to let Tyrosh go from the beginning to the end."
Nekania's eyes were full of resentment.
"You probably don't know yet, but besides the ships from Tyrosh, ships from other Free Cities can pass through the Stepstones, even including Myr and Lys."
"I've said it before, Egon Targaryen is the most cunning enemy I have ever seen."
"Before he even arrived at the Stepstones, a conspiracy against the Triarchy had already begun."
"He just wanted to split the Triarchy, and he did."
"Myr and Lys are shouting slogans to the high heavens now, but the actual aid is not much, especially after they found that their own ships could safely pass through the Stepstones."
"Those fools from Myr and Lys will pay the price sooner or later, just wait and see. When Tyrosh falls, Myr will be next."
"Perhaps I should have surrendered long ago, sold my assets and gone to any Free City outside of the Triarchy, and I could have lived a carefree life."
Nekania slammed the table twice in anger, no longer having the spirited demeanor he had during the previous two Stepstones Wars. Taylor was speechless; Tyrosh City seemed to be in a desperate situation now.
Facing the elusive Dragons that came and went without a trace, every move of Tyrosh was under surveillance.
They had been constantly vigilant, dealing with the unpredictable air raids from the Dragons, but still couldn't even mount an effective counterattack.
Ships couldn't dock at the harbor, so the handicrafts that were originally exported overseas couldn't be sold.
Merchants fled to other Free Cities.
The once prosperous slave trade was also forced to stop,
Slave traders who made a living by capturing and selling slaves could only flee to more distant places to make a living.
Two banks were melted by the Dragonflame of the Dragons, and the manors outside the city were also turned into large areas of ash by the Dragons.
"I am willing to go to Dragonstone to persuade Aegon to stop the war and coexist peacefully. Please let me try, Your Excellency the Chief." Taylor volunteered.
Nekania pondered for a moment, then nodded in agreement.
"Okay, then I'll let you try."
Taylor nodded solemnly, turned around, and left the underground secret room.
However, after Taylor left, Nekania immediately sent someone to call for Recharino.
"Chief." Recharino, wearing a long purple dress, bowed respectfully.
Nekania looked at Recharino's bizarre prostitute's attire and felt a bit nauseous; it was truly disgusting.
"Tomorrow, Taylor will go to the Stepstones as an envoy. After he departs, you will take all the fleets and seize the opportunity to launch a surprise attack on the Stepstones."
If the island's defenses are weak, kill those who should be killed, burn what should be burned, and make sure all of Egon Targaryen's recent efforts turn into nothing!"