As expected of a great noble family with mines, their Take action is extraordinary!
Count Reyes couldn't help but look at everyone present with a triumphant expression after announcing his price.
It was as if he was saying, "Compared to me, all of you are trash~"
Seeing Count Reyes's arrogant demeanor, Duke Tyrell was the first to be enraged.
He stood up abruptly, puffing with anger, and immediately raised his hand to bid without politeness, "Highgarden bids three million gold dragons!"
Then he looked provocatively at Count Reyes, his subtext clearly: I originally wanted to keep a low profile, but my strength doesn't allow it!
Count Reyes had barely settled back in his seat before he sprang up again, slamming the table and continuing to bid without showing any weakness, "My Reyes Family bids five million gold dragons!"
Duke Tyrell wanted to continue bidding, but Lady Emerald stopped him with a look.
At this moment, Marquis Frey, who had been observing everyone's expressions, slowly stood up from his seat, first tidied his appearance, and then raised his hand to bid, "Luanhe City bids five million one hundred thousand gold dragons!"
Count Reyes hadn't expected this old man, who had put on such airs, to only offer such a bid.
He immediately felt a surge of frustration, unable to vent or suppress it, and could only curse in a low voice, "Damn weasel!"
No one had expected that the price would already be driven to this level so early on.
Five million gold dragons was already a very large fortune, equivalent to half of the royal family's annual income.
Therefore, many great nobles had all fallen silent.
Especially the nobles from the North, who felt as if those gold dragons were being thrown directly in their faces.
It made them wonder if their attire was too shabby for such an occasion?!
"Uncle, are you heartbroken?!"
Ned whispered playfully into Duke Ellard's ear, "I advise you to accept Princess Daenerys's conditions.
It might be the only chance for our North to defy fate.
Otherwise…", "You'll have to endure scenes like this!"
Duke Gerard took a big gulp of dragonflame wine and cursed in a low, ill-tempered voice, "Brat, don't let your butt get too crooked.
What, do you want to change your surname to Targaryen so badly?"
"Of course!"
Benard looked forward to it, taking pride in what others might consider shameful, "My greatest wish is that one day Princess Daenerys will ride her giant dragon to pick me up to be her King Consort.
Then we can have a bunch of little Targaryens, flying from Dorne to The Wall every day, making everyone else envious! Haha~"
"Eight million gold dragons~"
Duke Lannister stood up firmly from his seat, then cast a malicious glance around and said, "If anyone still wants to compete with me, the Lannister Family will certainly accompany you!"
"Tsk~"
Marquis Frey dismissed him with a sideways glance and continued to raise his hand to bid, "Frey Family bids 8.5 million gold dragons…"
"Ten million gold dragons!"
Duke Lannister stared fiercely at Marquis Frey as he made his bid.
"Then I can't follow!"
Marquis Frey immediately conceded.
None of the nobles present dared to continue bidding.
This price was simply too outrageous, enough to practically empty the coffers of a top-tier great noble.
Only the Lannister Family, whose very toilets were made of pure gold, could afford it!
Thus, the first slot was taken by the Lannister Family!
"For the second Fire Burial Tower, I will send Antros to guard it.
She has a gentle disposition and enormous Dragon Wingss, capable of easily conjuring gales, earning her the title 'Bronze Storm'."
Daenerys's introduction focused entirely on the giant dragons, subtly equating the value of the Fire Burial Tower with the dragons, which is why the nobles bid so recklessly.
However, with the Lannister Family out of the running, many families quickly fell by the wayside when faced with the wealthy Reyes.
"Four million eight hundred thousand gold dragons!"
Count Reyes had also become smarter; this time, his bid wasn't too high.
But Marquis Frey clearly wouldn't let him off so easily.
"Luanhe City bids five million gold dragons!"
"Five million five hundred thousand!"
"Five million eight hundred thousand!"
"Six million~"
"Six million one hundred thousand!"
Being persistently hounded by Marquis Frey made Count Reyes very annoyed, so, with his temper flaring, he immediately burst out with a high bid again, "Castamere bids seven million five hundred thousand gold dragons!"
Marquis Frey thought for a while, shaking his head repeatedly, "Eight million gold dragons, this is already the limit of my Frey Family.
If you bid any more, I can't follow."
"Eight million one hundred thousand gold dragons!"
Count Reyes immediately bid.
"Nine million~"
Duke Tyrell, who had been silent, finally began to exert his power, "The Frey Family is out, but my House Tyrell can stay to the end.
No matter how much you bid, I'll match it."
As the wealthiest kingdom in the Seven Kingdoms, The Reach, although not having as many gold mines as the Westerlands, had a steady annual income from grain, livestock, and various agricultural products, which, in the long run, was incomparable to gold or silver mines.
Therefore, Count Reyes knew that his family could not compete with the deeply established House Tyrell and no longer spoke.
Thus, the second Fire Burial Tower slot was taken by the House Tyrell of Highgarden.
As the two wealthiest families in the Seven Kingdoms concluded their bidding, the competition for the third slot grew even fiercer.
This was because among the remaining families, it was difficult for a strong family to emerge that could overwhelmingly dominate the others.
Especially among the nobles of The Reach, many had deep foundations.
The Florent Family of Brightwater Keep, as descendants of "Greenshand" Garth's bloodline, considered themselves more qualified to govern The Reach than the House Tyrell.
Therefore, they had often opposed the House Tyrell over the years.
The Stark of Star Shuttle City was also a powerful family in The Reach.
Their seat was Star Shuttle City, and their sigil was three black castles on an orange field, symbolizing the three castles owned by the Family Peake: Star Shuttle City, Dustonbury, and Whitegarden.
They were granted Dustonbury after helping the Gardener Family expel the Manderly Family.
Thus, they were sworn enemies of the Manderly Family of White Harbor.
The Fossoway Family of Cider Hall was also no less powerful than them.
They were once a great threat to the House Tyrell, but since Lady Emerald married into the House Tyrell, the two families had officially allied.
"Nine million one hundred thousand gold dragons!
If we can't decide a winner based on wealth, why don't we bring out our family knights and have another clash!"
The Stark members were consistently assertive, and facing Count Reyes and Marquis Frey, who were still competing with him, he directly issued a threat.
The equally assertive Count Reyes naturally didn't fall for that, "If you have money, bid.
If you don't, shut your stinking mouth.
Don't think having three broken castles makes you special!"
"I bid nine million five hundred thousand gold dragons!"
This price had reached the limit of each family, so everyone immediately weighed their options carefully.
At this moment, Samwell came out with a beaming smile to mediate, "The one guarding the third Fire Burial Tower is the Bronze Tyrant Aposos.
Once he truly matures, he will be one of the top-ranked giant dragons among all the Targaryen Family's dragons."
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