After Mufasa established the North Sea Kindergarten and Nanshan Nursing Home, he stipulated that everyone would have two meals a day, with three dishes and one soup per meal.
This was unimaginable for all the orphans and homeless elderly.
After all, in the Flea Bottom of King's Landing, they often went hungry, and sometimes eating a rat was considered a feast.
Moreover, Mufasa also decreed that they could eat meat once every seven days, in praise of the Seven Gods.
Two months later, Mufasa's North Sea Kindergarten had taken in three hundred homeless orphans, most of whom were under ten years old.
As for the Nanshan Nursing Home, it housed five hundred homeless elderly, mostly those whose sons had died in battle or whose daughters had married out.
From then on, Mufasa made an appearance at the kindergarten and nursing home every day. His popularity also grew steadily.
Watching the children playing and the elderly basking in the sun, Mufasa felt very good.
However, to further increase his standing and popularity among these eight hundred people, Mufasa decided to teach the children of North Sea Kindergarten how to write.
Writing on paper was out of the question; there were no such facilities. Mufasa could only teach them to write on sand or dirt.
This method of learning not only saved money on paper, pens, and ink but also improved their literacy and cultural level.
Mufasa's plan was to send the older children to knights as squires or to maesters as apprentices in a few years.
During this time, Mufasa was busy every day until late before returning to the Red Keep.
One day, as he was about to leave the nursing home, an old man with silver hair called out to him.
"Ser Mufasa, please wait."
Mufasa looked at him, puzzled.
"Old man, do you need something from me?"
"Thank you very much for your kindness to us old people and children of King's Landing. May the Seven Gods bless you."
"The glory of the Seven Gods is always with me," Mufasa said.
If anyone else had said such a thing, the silver-haired old man would have thought him arrogant, but coming from Mufasa, he actually nodded in deep agreement.
"Ser Mufasa, I have a map here, prepared by Aerys II when he was planning to send people to explore the Valyrian Peninsula. I hope this map will be useful to you."
The silver-haired old man produced an old, yellowed map and handed it to Mufasa.
Mufasa took the map but did not open it immediately; instead, he asked,
"Who are you? A knight of Aerys II?"
"No, I am his bastard brother. This silver hair is proof."
Only then did Mufasa realize that the man's silver hair was not the white hair of an ordinary old man, but a more lustrous silver.
Mufasa took the opportunity to check his stats.
"Name: Baelon Waters"
"Identity: Bastard son of Jaehaerys II"
"Occupation: None"
"Strength: 3 points"
"Speed: 3 points"
"Intelligence: 18 points"
"Spirit: 15 points"
"Magic: 10 points"
"Although his strength and speed are very low due to old age, his intelligence, spirit, and magic are far beyond ordinary people! As expected of Targaryen blood," Mufasa thought to himself.
"Thank you for your gift, old man."
Mufasa thanked him again.
Back in the Red Keep's great hall, the royal dinner had already ended. However, to Mufasa's surprise, Cersei had instructed the cooks to save him a meal.
Mufasa looked at the pork, bread, beer, and other items brought to his room and fell into thought.
Tyrion also came to see Mufasa.
"Mufasa, you're back too late today. It seems you're very dedicated to the North Sea Kindergarten and Nanshan Nursing Home!" Tyrion sat beside Mufasa and poured himself a cup of beer.
"Eat! Why aren't you eating? Don't worry! It's not poisoned. If it were, and you died, everyone would know Cersei killed you. She may be foolish, but she wouldn't do something like that." Tyrion put down his glass and poured himself another.
Mufasa then began to eat. Although this era lacked various seasonings and condiments, it was still the royal family, and the imperial chef's cooking was quite good.
Tyrion had intended to chat with Mufasa about life after he finished eating, but he suddenly noticed the map on the table.
"What is this?"
Tyrion opened it to find an old map of the Valyrian Peninsula, marked with the former strongholds of the forty Dragonlord families.
"You rascal, where did you find something like this?" Tyrion was very excited.
Since childhood, he had dreamed of sailing to other continents, searching for treasure, and becoming an adventurer.
But Tywin forbade him.
"An old man gave it to me!" Mufasa mumbled vaguely.
"What, do you want to go treasure hunting in Valyria? That's a forbidden zone. You can't see the direction in the Smoking Sea. Do you know how many ships have sunk there?" Tyrion said seriously.
He had indeed thought about wandering the world when he was young, but his views had changed. Perhaps Tywin's initial refusal was for his own good.
After all, his uncle, Gerion Lannister, had gone there and never returned.
"Uncle, don't worry, I am a knight blessed by the Seven Gods!" Mufasa patted his chest.
"You know nothing. If the Seven Gods were truly benevolent, they wouldn't have let my mother die," Tyrion said, his eyes red.
He had been discriminated against by Cersei since childhood, largely because his mother, Joanna, died in childbirth when he was born.
Cersei believed Tyrion was an ill omen who had killed her mother.
When Joanna was giving birth to Tyrion, Cersei, Jaime, Tywin, and many Lannisters prayed to the Seven Gods for protection, but it was useless.
"Uncle, within the ruins of Valyria, there might be what we desire most," Mufasa said calmly.
"You mean..."
Mufasa nodded.
What the Lannister family wanted most were dragons. Tyrion also dreamed of riding a dragon into the sky when he was a child!
"This map marks the strongholds of the forty Dragonlord families. Perhaps some intact dragon eggs are still preserved there. If we can find a way to hatch them, then..."
Mufasa didn't need to say more; Tyrion knew that if that day ever came, it might be the Lannisters' turn to sit on the Iron Throne.
"But it's still too dangerous!" Tyrion said.
"I can spend more money to hire mercenaries to protect me!" Mufasa said.
"Mercenaries are unreliable. Uncle Gerion died at sea because he was betrayed by the sailors he hired," Tyrion said.
"Then I'll take more red cloaks with me. Surely the Lannister soldiers are trustworthy!" Mufasa said.
Seven days later, Mufasa, wearing a cloak, boarded a merchant ship bound for Pentos.
Before his departure, one hundred Lannister soldiers had already traveled to Pentos in batches.
After Mufasa left, the North Sea Kindergarten and Nanshan Nursing Home were entrusted to Tyrion's care.
Tyrion owned the largest brothel in King's Landing, which he had won back from Baelish, so he had no shortage of money. Furthermore, he could get along well with anyone, so the children of the kindergarten and the elderly of the nursing home all liked him.
Mufasa sat in the ship's cabin, watching King's Landing gradually become a black speck on the horizon, his heart filled with excitement and anticipation!
This was his first time on a ship, and his first time traveling far from home.
Mufasa touched the Valyrian steel dagger in his embrace. Tyrion had given it to him for self-defense before he left.