Returning to the mine lake.
Chatting along the way, Daeron learned more about Alliser.
He was from House Thorne, but a member of a branch line.
He had great martial skills but nowhere to use them.
Daeron asked, "Ser, is your swordsmanship very good?"
Alliser was startled and subconsciously looked at the hilt he was gripping tightly.
From the beginning, Daeron noticed the man's hand was always clutching the hilt, never letting go.
The man's palm was covered in calluses at the web of the thumb, and his index finger bore marks from years of drawing a bow.
This proved that his manifestation of self-worth lay entirely in his skills.
"Yes, Prince."
Alliser's voice was firm.
As a member of a branch family, although not as miserable as a commoner or a bastard, he was used to the coldness of the world.
He looked down on those high-born useless drunkards and firmly believed that titles were earned by oneself.
Through the performance in the Trial by Combat and the position Prince Daeron was about to take, he saw that the other party had a bright future and could become someone he could pledge his loyalty to.
For a chance to meet Prince Daeron.
He did not hesitate to sell his only warhorse and used all his savings to bribe Count Owen.
Daeron did not disappoint him and said, "I am about to take office as the Deputy Commander of the City Watch. I intend to govern the security of King's Landing well, but I lack soldiers and generals under me."
"Alliser Thorne, you pride yourself on your outstanding martial skills. Are you willing to serve the kingdom?"
Thump!
Alliser immediately knelt on one knee, unbuckled his sword, held it high with both hands, and said in a deep voice, "By the Seven Gods above, Alliser Thorne is willing to become the sword in your hand to clear away all obstacles."
"Good!"
Daeron took the sword, drew it, and placed it flat on the other's shoulders and head.
Accepting his oath of fealty.
From today on, Alliser would be his first Sworn Knight, besides his guardian knight Ser Jon.
Daeron helped him up personally and asked directly, "Ser, how much do you know about Life Force?"
He was still excited.
Alliser's expression stiffened, and he said shamefully, "I once tried to awaken Life Force, but without the help of special crops, I could never succeed."
Even the most ordinary special crop could be hyped up to over a hundred Gold Dragons by noble lords.
It was not something he could come into contact with.
"I see."
Daeron nodded slightly and said, "Go find Ser Jon in a moment. He will give you some supplements to help you awaken your Life Force."
"Prince!?"
Alliser was in disbelief.
To be able to help awaken Life Force, it must be a special crop.
The Prince was actually so generous.
Daeron waved his hand: "Don't look at me. Whether you can awaken Life Force depends on your own potential. If your ability is insufficient, my help will always have a limit."
For Alliser, he was willing to lend a hand.
Being able to fight until the last moment in a chaotic city defense battle showed his loyalty.
Serving as an Instructor at Castle Black showed that his martial power was not low.
He had the potential to become a top-tier knight.
As the saying goes, buying horse bones for a thousand pieces of gold.
Alliser was the first person to follow him. Helping him awaken Life Force would also allow more people to cast aside their concerns and join him.
Alliser left with an excited heart.
He couldn't help thinking that this decision was absolutely correct.
Ser Jon soon arrived.
Daeron took out the newly caught largemouth bass and had him give it to Alliser.
A normal quality largemouth bass was equal to a strawberry seed.
But ten strawberry seeds couldn't buy a loyal knight.
"Prince, wouldn't this be too precious?"
Ser Jon held the largemouth bass and couldn't help but advise.
The special crops and foraged items in the Prince's hands each contained a significant amount of Life Force.
For a fresh river bass over half a meter long, he couldn't imagine how much Life Force would be in its meat.
"He is the first, we can't be stingy."
Daeron baited his hook and cast the line again: "Call Lord Owen over in a bit. I'll boil a pot of fish soup for us to drink together."
As a ruler, one cannot favor one over another.
With few people under him, harmony is precious.
Ser Jon nodded helplessly, thinking to himself that "Thorne" was lucky.
The mine lake became quiet.
Daeron began to focus, making plans for the changes in King's Landing.
The position of Deputy Commander of the City Watch was easy to handle.
Count Manly Stokeworth was a loyal subject of the royal family, with a steady personality and a sense of propriety; he wouldn't make things difficult for him.
As long as he showed goodwill, he could get the other's support.
As for the group of unruly Gold Cloaks below, he just needed to beat them into submission.
"The position of Grand Maester is vacant..."
Daeron pondered silently.
The position of Grand Maester was important in some ways and trivial in others.
Their voice was low, but they could provide advice to the King alone.
Many Grand Maesters in history had great nobles supporting them behind the scenes, offering slanderous advice to the King.
For such a position, instead of leaving it alone and waiting for The Citadel to send someone to take over, it was better to install one of his own.
"Maester Harvy... no, too young."
Daeron shook his head.
The other's seniority was shallow, and the relationship between the two was not close.
After a moment, Daeron had a flash of inspiration and thought of an old man who was 100% suitable.
Alliser's arrival had given him inspiration.
At the distant Wall, there was still a relative connected by blood.
His great-grandfather Aegon V's third brother, Maester Aemon Targaryen of Castle Black.
Daeron would call him Great-great-uncle.
When the main story began, Maester Aemon was already a centenarian.
But now, he was only 82 years old.
Not to mention on the Westeros Continent, even in his previous life, 82 years old was a remarkably advanced age.
The deceased Pycelle was old, but only 64.
But Daeron knew that Maester Aemon was in good health and had another seventeen or eighteen years to live.
If he could be invited back to King's Landing, he would definitely be the best candidate for Grand Maester.
At this age, no one could use him anymore.
"If anyone does, it's only me and the family who need you."
Daeron sighed inwardly.
Maester Aemon was definitely likely to return to King's Landing to serve as Grand Maester.
In the main story, the Targaryen Family was destroyed, and he, far away at The Wall, was powerless, undergoing unimaginable torment.
When he heard news of Daenerys and her dragons, he was about to pass away due to a chill.
He said: "Sam, Daenerys is our hope. Go to The Citadel and tell them, make them understand. They must send a Maester to find her, to counsel her, to teach her, to protect her."
"For all these years, I have lingered on this earth, waiting, watching. When the dawn finally comes, I am already too old."
"I am dying, Sam."
Once he woke up crying and said: "The dragon has three heads."
He lamented: "But I am old and frail, unable to be one of them. I should be with her, guiding her way, but my body... it is truly not up to the task."
It was not hard to see that he had a deep bond with the Targaryen Family.
But at that time, he was too old.
The advanced age of 102, combined with the ravages of the chill, meant he didn't have long to live.
He regretted being unable to assist his great-great-niece Daenerys and unable to contribute his final strength to the family.
"Perhaps I should go to sea and bring him back."
Daeron thought deeply.
There was one thing he had never deliberately mentioned.
That was the Long Night and the White Walkers over a decade later.
The time was too far away, and with the Dragon Language Farm, he would not feel afraid.
But it was still necessary to unite all forces that could be united.
"three-eyed crow" Brynden.
Or rather, "Bloodraven" Brynden.
Daeron was certain that the dream in Shae's room that night was not that simple.
The next day, what he took over were the materials left behind from "Bloodraven" Brynden's demolition, and he found the dragon egg hidden among the materials.
Things couldn't be that coincidental.
"Bloodraven" Brynden had noticed him and was trying to catch his attention.
Daeron didn't want to provoke him.
But the other party had something in his possession that was very valuable to him.
One of the two lost ancestral swords of the Targaryen Family.
—— "dark sister"
Once at The Wall, he might be able to find "dark sister."
"But 'Bloodraven' is dangerous, and the 'three-eyed crow' is even more sinister."
Daeron frowned.
Reason told him that without absolute certainty, he must not rashly make contact.
"But getting a ship is very necessary."
Daeron shifted his thinking.
Repairing a ship to go to sea and developing Pikegrove Island.
One of the main gameplay elements of stardew valley.
He would eventually have to go to sea, find a place like Pikegrove Island, and expand his farming area.
"So, could Dragonstone be Pikegrove Island?"
Daeron used his imagination boldly.
Rhaegar was truly a cold-natured person, not having replied to his letter for so long.
Are there really dragon eggs in the Dragonmont?
If he still doesn't reply, once he's done with the work at hand, he'll have to go to the island and see for himself.