10:30 AM.
After eating and drinking his fill, Ser Jon adamantly refused the presumption of sleeping in a bed. He spread out the thick floor mat of the small cabin and slept in front of the fireplace, covered by his dried white cloak.
"I have someone I can use now."
Daeron felt strange, with an indescribable feeling in his heart.
Seeing the nobles fawning around Father Aerys, he only felt those people looked hideous; seeing the star-studded Rhaegar, he only felt the other party was high and mighty.
For the first time in his life, someone was following him; it was truly a novel experience.
That was the taste of power, and it was wonderful.
"Time cannot be wasted; a rainy day is a lucky day for an old Farmer."
With a faint smile on his lips, Daeron put on his straw raincoat and headed out again.
Tomorrow the chicks would mature and start laying eggs.
This meant he could leave for a short while and return to King's Landing for further planning.
While there was still time today, he would try Fishing at the Blackwater Rush.
12:00 PM.
Surprisingly, Daeron's luck wasn't bad at all despite heading out in the rain.
On the way from Dragon Language Farm to the Blackwater Rush, he found a total of three wild flowers and four wild plants: specifically, the spring-exclusive Daffodil, one Leek, two Wild Horseradishes, and one Dandelion.
Daffodil: "A traditional spring flower. Makes a nice gift."
Leek: "A tasty relative of the onion."
Wild Horseradish: "A spicy root found in the spring."
Dandelion: "Not the prettiest flower, but the leaves make a good salad."
The Daffodil looked pure and beautiful, emitting a delicate fragrance. Holding it in his arms, he could feel a spring-like warmth; a gentle sniff brought peace of mind, making him involuntarily recall pleasant memories.
Pop!
As Daeron lightly picked the third Daffodil, a familiar faint warm current surged in his abdomen. He quickly closed his eyes to sense it carefully.
A line of small text appeared on the panel:
[You have some ideas to sleep on.]
When Daeron opened his eyes, the proficiency panel had changed.
[Farmer: Daeron Targaryen]
Farming: Level 1
Mining: Level 0
Foraging: Level 1
Fishing: Level 0
Combat: Level 0
Days of logging and Foraging wild plants had increased his Foraging level by one.
"Just in time. From now on, cutting down trees will have a chance to drop seeds."
Daeron smiled.
Trees in stardew valley are important resources, with Oak Trees being the most vital.
Any old Farmer who likes brewing knows to save Oak Seeds in advance to prepare for the Oak Resin needed to make Kegs in the future.
Having finished searching for foraged items, Daeron arrived at the Blackwater Rush and cast his Fishing rod from the stone arch bridge that had stood for a century.
"River fish, watch me conquer you!"
What a grand display of momentum.
6:40 PM.
The awakened Ser Jon was warming himself by the fire when he saw Prince Daeron return expressionless, carrying a pitifully small Perch in his hand.
An extra meal in the evening: fish... soup... The night passed in silence.
Spring, Day 4, Thursday, Sunny, 6:00 AM.
"Hey! Ha!"
Daeron opened his eyes on time and heard the shouts of sword practice coming from outside the cabin.
After a quick tidy-up, he pushed open the door in a good mood.
As a new day began, Ser Jon seemed to have found a new lease on life. He was back in his silver armor and white cloak, wielding his longsword in the clearing before the cabin with formidable power.
"A diligent and good knight."
Daeron praised him and began his farm work.
He saw that the eleven plots of farmland had already been watered, and even the three horses had their reins loosened, grazing on the farm's grass as if they had never eaten before.
Daeron understood and walked toward the coop by the waterfall.
"Cluck cluck cluck!"
"Cluck cluck..."
Just as he pushed open the gate, two plump little hens—one brown and one white—stepped out with a majestic waddle, letting out proud clucks upon seeing Daeron.
Stepping inside the coop, two eggs lay on the worn floor.
One was brown, and the other was... white.
"Good job, you two."
Daeron picked up the eggs with excitement, rubbing Coconut and Grape as if he wanted to give them a kiss.
"Cluck!"
The white Grape held her head high, looking incredibly smug.
Walking out of the coop, Ser Jon had finished his practice and was about to oil and maintain the longsword that had been in the rain yesterday.
"Look, two eggs."
Daeron strode over and shook his hand.
"Eggs?"
Ser Jon looked closely and said, "They contain abundant Life Force."
Daeron was about to praise his keen eyes when he suddenly noticed a change in the other's aura. He let out a surprised sound: "You've mastered Life Force?"
The aura emitted by someone who has mastered Life Force is completely different from that of an ordinary person.
That confidence radiating from the inside out, as if embodying a free will that acknowledges one's own martial prowess, could crush an ordinary person just by standing face-to-face.
Ser Jon nodded solemnly: "Yes, Prince. Thanks to those special crops you gave me, I managed to succeed by luck."
"That's a good thing!"
Daeron's mood improved even further.
As fellow members of the Kingsguard, several others had already mastered Life Force. Ser Jon had a solid foundation; all he lacked was an opportunity.
It seemed he wouldn't have to worry about his safety upon returning to King's Landing.
"Prince, when are we going to King's Landing?"
Ser Jon was becoming impatient.
There is still a gap between an ordinary knight and a first-rate knight, but the gap between a first-rate knight who has mastered Life Force and an ordinary knight is even wider.
Having served as a squire since age 8 and practicing with a sword since age 10, with nearly 20 years of honing his martial arts, the moment he mastered Life Force, he formed a formidable immediate Combat strength.
He was confident he could take on ten of his former selves.
A good thing must be celebrated. Daeron held out the two eggs: "Now that things have come to this, let's eat first."
There was a small iron pot in the tent he had prepared for the other man; by filling it with water and hanging it over the fireplace, they could boil the eggs.
The last Silver Star quality Potato was also contributed and placed under the pot to roast.
Ser Jon wasn't idle either; he went to the foot of the mountain to retrieve the hidden fruit basket and brought out two Silver Star quality red and green Apples and a Corn.
This meal was quite sumptuous; outside, even 400 Gold Dragons wouldn't cover it.
"A delicacy of the mortal world."
Ser Jon carefully tasted the peeled boiled egg, thinking to himself that the Prince had actually raised two hens that could produce special eggs.
No wonder he was surprised.
special crops on the continent cannot be specifically cultivated; they rely entirely on the volume of cultivated land to produce one or two.
A hen that can produce eggs containing Life Force is simply a priceless treasure.
After all, a stable source of protein is far more important than fruit or grain.
To this, Daeron remained silent while eating.
On the panel invisible to the other person, he conveniently collected the reward for the novice quest [Harvest an egg laid by a chicken].
With a pleasant clinking sound, 100 gold was received... By noon, the two men and three horses entered the gates of The Red Keep.
Daeron went directly to see his old father, Aerys, without being announced.
Aerys, who was in his bedchamber, was greatly pleased and praised his Second Son in a way that was actually quite advanced "encouragement-based education."
After rambling on for a long time, he finally said, "Go find Owen Merryweather. I promised to build you a proper castle, and he will allocate the funds for you."