Chapter 125: The Dragon Breeding Base Plan in the Stormlands (Part 2)
The Stepstones, Tyrosh, Purple Palace
Seeing that the crowd's emotions had been stirred, Jon struck while the iron was hot:
"We have a plan to transform the rainforests of the Stormlands into a breeding base for these dragon species. However, implementing this plan with only the strength of our Chainbreakers presents certain difficulties, so I will require the assistance of our brother city-states."
"This fellow really doesn't treat himself as an outsider!"
Within the crowd, Trig Omorren spoke with surprise after hearing Jon's words.
After draining his cup of White Pear Wine, he narrowed his eyes at the Long-Winged Dragons in the cages, which were curiously observing the outside world.
Dragons had vanished from the world for nearly two hundred years. Very few people truly knew what they had looked like. In paintings and texts, their appearances varied wildly; aside from their immense size and wings, descriptions were inconsistent.
"Lynesse, do you remember the dragon in that painting I showed you?"
After observing for a while, Trig Omorren suddenly asked Lynesse Hightower.
"Uh… yes… let me think."
Lynesse had been staring at Jeyne Belaerys, somewhat dazed. Only after being addressed did she respond.
"I still remember a little. That dragon didn't have forelimbs—it used its wings like claws."
"Then why do these creatures have four limbs and wings?"
Deep in thought, Trig Omorren failed to notice her distraction.
Lynesse's attention, however, remained fixed on Jeyne.
She had once heard her sister, the so-called "Mad" Malora Hightower, speak of the legendary Dragonlord Jeyne Belaerys.
Throughout history, many women had left marks no less significant than men. Among them, Jeyne Belaerys was a name often spoken with awe.
"Could it just be the same name?"
Compared to the shock of the Long-Winged Dragons, Lynesse was far more interested in Jeyne.
Due to the mysterious black stone foundations beneath the Hightower, members of House Hightower often had some exposure to magic. Though Lynesse's knowledge was shallow, she could still sense the unusual presences within the hall.
Her past choice of Jorah Mormont had not been out of admiration for the man, but because she had once glimpsed a dragon beside him in a prophetic vision.
If dragons symbolized power, then her future might be tied to one of the powerful figures present here.
Jon's announcement caused a great stir among the nobles. Seeing the effect he wanted, he nodded slightly.
"Do you think anyone will agree to your proposal?"
Jeyne Belaerys, though aware of the plan, still seemed skeptical.
"With profit placed before them, they cannot ignore it."
After finishing his wine, Jon replied confidently.
Leading Jeyne through the crowd, Jon approached Omar Pahmari.
Omar Pahmari held significant influence in Myr. He owned several factories and workshops and employed many learned advisors.
Unlike Westeros, most nobles in Essos were literate. To succeed in commerce required not only wealth but knowledge. Thus, they valued scholars—but did not allow them to form independent institutions.
The tension between intellect and force existed everywhere. Westerosi nobles saw Essosi as greedy merchants, while Essosi saw Westerosi as crude warriors.
"Greetings, Magister Omar Pahmari. I'm pleased you came. I knew someone in Myr would understand our philosophy—I simply didn't expect it to be you."
After exchanging greetings, Jon welcomed him.
Omar Pahmari was a tall, heavyset man in a red robe, his belt adorned with gold and sapphires.
"Haha! To be honest, I came mainly to discuss your… summoned creatures."
His heavy perfume barely masked a faint underlying odor.
Jon understood immediately—this man cared more about practical profit than dragons.
"That is no issue. As long as the price is right, we can sell summoning wands in bulk. They can even be used in warfare—more reliable than the Unsullied."
Omar nodded.
"I only care about making money. Myr is enough for me. What we lack is manpower and innovation, yet those fools waste resources in pointless wars."
Myr's ruling council had grown increasingly aggressive, despite suffering repeated defeats at the hands of Tyrion Lannister, whose tactics had devastated their efforts.
The Tyroshi exiles had even fled into Myr itself.
Despite this, many magisters still refused to acknowledge failure.
Myr differed from Tyrosh—they were not originally slave masters but traders. Their reliance on slaves was economic rather than cultural, making them more flexible.
This was exactly why Jon had chosen Tyrosh as his starting point.
"Then, Magister Omar Pahmari—do you support my Stormlands plan?"
Omar slowly rotated his wine cup.
"I've heard you are favored by the gods. You don't seem like your grandfather. I will support the proposal—but the outcome depends on you."
Jon met his gaze calmly.
"I intend to abolish slavery. My enemy is not slave owners—but the Enemy of All Life."
Their cryptic exchange left nearby listeners confused.
After finishing their drinks, they parted ways.
"Are we going to meet Trig Omorren next?"
Jeyne approached Jon.
"He was the right choice. He doesn't care about the council's opinions. Even if he sees through parts of the plan, he won't oppose it."
As they walked, Jon picked up a translucent dessert and handed it to her.
"What is this?"
Jeyne examined it curiously.
"Jelly—with a rose inside. It took quite some effort to make."
This was one of Jon's experimental creations.
Jeyne gently shook it, intrigued.
"You always surprise me. Noble ladies would love this."
She studied him intently.
"Sometimes I wonder if you truly belong to this world."
Jon smiled faintly.
"If I said these ideas were gifts from the gods… would you believe me?"
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