After leaving the city, they crossed a stone bridge.
The grassland undulated, forming standard hills.
It was noon, and the sun was high.
Daeron arrived at his fiefdom and ordered Ser Jon and the accompanying Count Owen to dismount and rest.
He walked to a high point to observe the nearby terrain.
A massive, east-to-west spanning hill lay across the land, with uncultivated, uneven grasslands covered in shrub-like vegetation.
"Not bad,"
Daeron nodded as he looked around.
This area was within his fiefdom, not far from King's Landing or the East Coast, making it convenient to travel anywhere.
At the same time, there were no people nearby.
He wouldn't be disturbed.
Leading his horse, Count Owen quickly introduced, "Prince, this was once the territory of the Blackfyre family, but it has since been razed by Bloodraven, Bran."
Daemon Blackfyre did not rule this territory for long, only building castles and reclaiming wasteland on it.
After the First Blackfyre Rebellion, all traces of the Blackfyre family were erased by Bloodraven.
For a hundred years since, few had paid attention to it.
It was during the late reign of Daeron's grandfather, Jaehaerys II, that this royal preserve was remembered, and some refugees from King's Landing were relocated to sustain themselves a dozen miles to the west.
For Daeron, it was indeed a legacy from his grandfather.
"Excellent," Daeron was extremely satisfied.
He and Tywin had analyzed it: Father Aerys had no intention of granting him a fiefdom; this land was a veiled form of harassment.
Consequently, its size was surprisingly vast.
Bordered by the Blackwater Rush to the north, extending to the coast in the east, reaching the edge of the The Kingswood in the south, and ending at the Mander River in the west, a colossal two thousand square kilometers of land was handed to him all at once.
Such a vast territory would rank among the largest noble fiefdoms in the Seven Kingdoms.
Pros: Large area, fertile land.
Cons: Sparse population, uncultivated.
Without the system panel, 500 gold dragons would be a drop in the bucket, completely insufficient for development.
Within Daeron's sight was a hilly area, flat and open.
An excellent location for a farm.
After a brief rest, the three proceeded along a small path.
A moment later.
An area overgrown with wild grass, dense woods, and scattered rocks and logs appeared.
Daeron also saw a small wooden cabin.
The cabin was clearly newly built, hidden in the shade of the trees.
"Prince, this is the temporary residence built according to your instructions."
Count Owen wiped his sweat; an older man was not suited for climbing mountains.
Noticing that the Prince seemed very pleased with this desolate land, the cautionary words caught in his throat. He only hoped that the other party was not a pure Targaryen, inheriting the temperament of his ancestors.
A saying circulated throughout the Seven Kingdoms: "Every time a Targaryen is born, the gods flip a coin to decide whether they will be great or mad."
Throughout history, members of the Targaryen family have never lacked great monarchs or self-willed madmen.
In his forty-plus years of experience, he had seen too many Targaryens who defied convention.
Daeron was secretly thrilled, but his expression remained calm: "Lord Owen, I will stay here for a few days to familiarize myself with the environment. You may return and report."
"Uh..."
Owen hesitated for a moment, then sighed in relief: "Alright, Prince."
Flatterers are the best at currying favor; he mounted his horse and left directly.
After he left, Daeron found an excuse to send Ser Jon away, creating time to set up the farm.
Whoosh~~
Alone on the mountain, a cool breeze brushed his cheeks, making his mind exceptionally clear.
Daeron no longer hesitated, opening the Stardew Valley Panel. Below the five golden-orange characters, he clicked to confirm the creation of the farm.
Name: Daeron Targaryen
Farm Name: Dragon Language Farm
Favorite Thing: CN
Animal Preference: Dog
He left the appearance selection as default and clicked on the farm type on the left: Meadowlands Farm.
The actions came swiftly, as he had rehearsed the content in his mind dozens of times.
Regarding the farm name, "Dragon Language" was his favorite after careful selection.
Due to his personal character and potential future disasters like war and the Long Night, he had originally prepared several names.
Sweet Apple, Bountiful, Long Summer... but ultimately chose to name it Dragon Language Farm, because he hoped to possess a dragon, to live up to the talent bestowed by his bloodline.
"A brand new beginning, let's go."
He clicked confirm.
A soft white light flashed. Daeron gently closed his eyes, and the sound of wooden mallets tapping billiard balls reached his ears.
A few seconds later, the sound stopped abruptly.
When Daeron opened his eyes again, extremely significant changes had occurred in the clearing.
First, his small wooden cabin now looked slightly aged.
A chimney had appeared on the roof, a woodpile in front of the door, and traces of repairs on the windows.
None of this mattered.
The truly miraculous thing was the change in terrain.
The northern path of the farm had turned into a dirt road, and a circle of log fences had appeared around the perimeter, specifically enclosing the farm area.
Daeron stepped over a patch of newly grown blue pasture grass and walked some distance to the west, seeing that the rock walls on both sides had been hollowed out, revealing a dirt path leading west.
And next to the path, a gushing waterfall and a fenced wooden chicken coop had appeared out of thin air.
The chicken coop was completely covered by blue and green pasture grass, reaching waist height, like a sea of blue-green grass.
"Excellent, it truly has the characteristics of a Meadowlands Farm."
Before he could explore the full extent of the farm, Daeron was directly hard-locked.
Once a farm type was chosen, it could no longer be changed.
As an experienced farmer in this field, he was very familiar with the pros and cons of stardew valley's eight farm types.
Standard Farm: Largest cultivation area, regular farm shape.
Hill-top Farm: Small cultivation area, comes with a quarry.
Forest Farm: Small cultivation area, comes with hardwood and foraging resources.
Beach Farm... among them, the Meadowlands Farm updated in version 1.6 was undoubtedly a very hardcore farm.
Although its cultivation area was only two-thirds that of the Standard Farm, it had an irreplaceable advantage.
It started with a chicken coop and two chicks.
The construction requirements for a chicken coop: 4000 gold, 300 wood, 100 stone.
The price to buy one chick was 800 gold, so two would be 1600 gold.
Counting all conditions and time costs, it would require a minimum of 6000 to 8000 gold.
By choosing the Meadowlands Farm, Daeron saved approximately 10,000 gold.
He made a killing.
He just wondered if the exchange rate between gold and gold dragons was linked?
While searching for the two chicks, Daeron opened the panel.
Farmer: Daeron Targaryen
Farming: Level 0
Mining: Level 0
Foraging: Level 0
Fishing: Level 0
Combat: Level 0
This was the panel for the five masteries, with some smaller text and icons below.
Sacrifice Stars: 0
House Upgrades: 0
Mine Floors: 0
Stardrop Collected: 0
At the same time, in the upper right corner of the panel, he saw the familiar calendar, time, weather, and gold.
It showed Spring Day 1, Monday, clear weather, 13:32.
Gold: 500
"Comprehensive, truly promising."
Daeron was overjoyed, years of patience bursting forth.
He couldn't help but be amazed.
In addition to the above, there were many other panel contents worth exploring.
Soon, he had figured out most of it.
Like the inventory, map, crafting, animals, special items-abilities, and collections from the game, all were retained.
Among them, the map currently only recorded the farm area; outside the farm was covered in fog, likely requiring exploration.
"Cluck, cluck, cluck..."
Two palm-sized chicks, shaking their heads, emerged from the blue-green pasture grass and waddled to the fence with their wings akimbo.
One was brown, named Grape.
The other was white, named Coconut.
They were the two chicks that came with the chicken coop.
Chicks mature after three days, then lay one egg daily.
"Hello, you two."
Daeron's smile reached his eyes. He leaned over the fence and petted the two chicks one by one.
These were no ordinary chicks; they were clearly the foundation of his venture.
At this moment, he was certain.
The impact of the Red Comet on the continent indirectly aligned with the panel, and Dragon Language Farm would become the largest production base for special crops.