Chapter 126: The Stormlands Dragon Breeding Base Plan (Part 2)
The Stepstones, Tyrosh, Purple Palace
"Respected Archon Trig Omorren, it has been a long time. Thank you for your help previously; without your intervention, Tyrion's plan would not have been carried out so smoothly."
Although Trig Omorren was not Jon's first choice, Jon still displayed great enthusiasm for his arrival.
"You are too kind, Lord Aegon. Are we not always friends?"
Every time Trig Omorren met Jon, he found himself surprised anew. The previous division of the Disputed Lands had already earned Jon his admiration.
Now, with Jon proposing the sale of dragons, Trig Omorren found him even more unfathomable. If he possessed such a method, he would undoubtedly raise an army of dragon riders.
Though these Long-Winged Dragons could not breathe dragonfire, Trig Omorren believed that few fortresses in the world could withstand an aerial assault by countless riders descending from the sky.
"So, I assume you will also support my plan?"
Lys was a target Jon valued greatly. The Lysene prided themselves on their Valyrian heritage—some even looked down upon Volantis.
Their slave population was comparable to that of Tyrosh. The only reason Jon had not targeted Lys first was its distance from the Stepstones, which made rapid military action difficult.
"Naturally. Our fleet has long been prepared. With reinforcements from Tyrosh, our strength in the Stepstones has grown significantly. For that, we must thank you."
Trig Omorren readily agreed. As long as Jon did not threaten Lys directly, they were willing to cooperate.
"However, Lord Aegon, you should exercise caution. Certain factions in Lys have begun to take notice of you. Some of the old powers are… very interested in your existence. A few even see you as a threat."
Jon understood the warning. With such figures moving in the shadows, controlling Lys would not be easy.
"A sincere man like me would never betray his friends. So tell me—how does Tyrosh compare to Lys?"
Jon had already received intelligence that a hidden faction in Lys was stirring. He knew well that a covert alliance—likely involving certain influential figures in Pentos—was beginning to act against him.
After concluding official matters, Jon allowed himself a bit of humor.
He had restructured Tyrosh's former Pleasure Gardens, integrating regulated services inspired by ideas from his past life. Instead of outright suppression, he chose control and reform.
Forced prostitution was strictly prohibited, while voluntary workers were protected and regulated.
Rather than banning such industries outright, Jon imposed heavy taxation. If earnings fell below those of ordinary labor, participation would naturally decline.
Private, unregulated dealings were harshly punished. Over time, the system stabilized into something controlled and sustainable.
"Hahaha, Lord Jon, you are truly extraordinary. If I hadn't heard that you lack such indulgent habits, I would think you were one of us!"
"I merely share what the gods have granted me."
Jon showed no embarrassment at the teasing. Truthfully, if not for the women constantly around him, rumors about his preferences would have spread long ago.
"Heh, perhaps Lord Jon simply has very high standards. After all, women comparable to Lady Jeyne Belaerys are rare in this world."
At that moment, Lynesse Hightower suddenly spoke.
"It seems Lady Lynesse understands me well."
As Jon spoke, his arm casually wrapped around Jeyne Belaerys's slender waist. Though nothing had been formally declared, many within the Chainbreakers already treated her as his consort.
"Lynesse… you are of House Hightower, are you not?"
Jeyne suddenly turned toward her.
"How… how did you know?"
Aside from Trig Omorren, Lynesse had never revealed her identity.
"Hightower?"
Jon was momentarily confused. He knew little about her, aside from her connection to Jorah Mormont.
"Lord Aegon—"
A guard quickly informed Jon of her identity: the former wife of Jorah Mormont.
"I see. Welcome to Tyrosh. I have heard Maester Luwin speak of the grandeur of the Hightower. Perhaps one day I will visit it myself."
"My father would welcome you. You are the rightful heir to the Iron Throne—you will one day return to the Red Keep."
Lynesse's voice was soft and alluring, her gaze filled with calculated charm.
As she spoke, a subtle magic spread outward—nearly imperceptible.
"Heh… did your House already empty the secret chamber beneath the Hightower? I did not expect to see such crude tricks still in use."
Jeyne's voice sounded directly beside Lynesse's ear.
Lynesse froze.
Her spell—already cast—was suddenly reflected back at her.
Dark magic and charm magic shared a similar origin, both requiring a medium. Lynesse's medium was a tiny moth-like insect, which released a magical secretion to influence its target.
"What… what are you talking about?"
Her composure shattered instantly.
When she met Jeyne's eyes, she saw something terrifying—slitted pupils like those of a predator.
"Relax, little one. I'm only joking."
"W-what are you two talking about?"
Trig Omorren was completely unaware. He had also been briefly affected and had heard nothing.
"That's enough, Jeyne."
Jon intervened calmly. He had already realized Lynesse's intent, but her magic had no effect on him whatsoever.
"Hehe, very well. It seems I underestimated you. This level of magic truly cannot affect you."
Jeyne lost interest. She had merely been curious after encountering another magic user.
After making an excuse, Jon led Jeyne away. The rest of the evening no longer required his presence.
Back on the upper platform, Jon spoke again.
"You seem to know quite a bit about the Hightower."
"I've never been there—only read about it."
"What did it say?"
Jon's curiosity was piqued.
"Ancient Valyrians once established a colony in Oldtown. It was later destroyed by an unknown force."
A faint smile appeared on her lips.
"And the secret chamber?"
"According to that scroll, before the colony fell, the mages moved many of their records into a hidden chamber beneath a black stone fortress. I suspect House Hightower now controls it."
Jon's interest deepened.
The mysteries surrounding House Hightower were clearly far greater than he had imagined.
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