Jon looked at Golden Finger's transformation with some surprise; this was, after all, his first time plundering a trait.
The Dragon Queen relied on the Unburnt trait to gradually embark on her path to becoming a peerless hero.
This skill is quite useful.
However, for the current Jon, he couldn't even reveal his heat-resistant characteristics.
He could only be, and must only be, Eddard's bastard.
If he dared to proclaim himself the legitimate heir to the iron throne, the Red Witch would send 'Shadow Assassins' to eliminate him.
It's better to keep a low profile.
As for how effective the heat resistance of this white Unburnt trait is, he would test it later when he had the chance.
Currently, Jon had two upgrade points left, and he decided to allocate them all to the [Archery] trait.
Jon's plan was to use a bow and arrow to carry a rope to that pine tree.
This required him to jump out first, and then, in the brief moment he was airborne, shoot a precise and daring arrow.
"Jon, will this work?" Sola asked, a little worried.
Jon tied two ropes to himself; one end of one rope was tied to an arrow, and one end of the other rope was held by Sola and Old Yorek.
He himself needed to jump out and shoot a thrilling arrow.
To ensure the bow's range, he used two bows 'stacked' together.
"Let's try it; dragon eggs are very valuable things."
Although Jon had various concerns about having dragon eggs and hatching dragons, how could he not want to ride a dragon and soar through the sky?
He didn't tell anyone his true thoughts.
'Let's start allocating points,' Jon thought to himself.
With two upgrade points added, the green Archery trait changed from green to blue, and finally to a crystal-like deep purple.
Jon found his vision much sharper; the world before him became clearer.
He could clearly see the direction of the veins on the leaves, the texture of the stones, and even the pores on the faces of the people around him.
His hands were steadier, his heartbeat slower.
He could even feel that the muscles in his arms and back used for drawing the bow had been significantly strengthened.
He was now a top-tier archer, one in a thousand.
"Jon..."
Seeing Jon staring at her, Sola turned her head away shyly.
In fact, he was just looking for pores on Sola's face.
As a result, apart from a small mole at the corner of her eye, her face was smooth.
Jon didn't explain anything but turned to Old Yorek and said:
"Everyone hold tight, I'm going to jump!"
Sola gripped the rope tightly with her two slender hands, along with the others.
Her knuckles were white from the effort.
"Jon, be careful."
Jon didn't speak, just nodded.
As for Old Yorek and the others, they lowered their center of gravity, gritted their teeth, their legs like old tree roots.
After all, they were all working for Jon now, and whether they would receive 'compensation' in the future depended entirely on him.
Once he was ready, Jon suddenly rushed out, stepping on a stone and leaping high.
Then, in mid-air, he turned 180 degrees, drew his bow, and nocked an arrow.
In that instant, the surrounding air seemed to freeze, and time itself seemed to stop.
The airborne Jon was like a god descending from the heavens; the clouds in the sky bowed to him, and the distant mountains prostrated at his feet.
The wind in the mountains gently enveloped him.
Whoosh—
Golden Finger's enhancement to his body allowed Jon to draw two stacked bows simultaneously.
The arrow shot out with a piercing whistle.
Crack—
The sound of the arrow piercing the tree trunk was like a thunderclap tearing through the clouds!
But for the others, it wasn't heard particularly clearly.
Everyone's hearts were in their throats, and the next moment, the pulling force in their hands was transmitted, and everyone pulled back with all their might.
Jon, who had 'fallen down,' climbed back up along the rope.
The arrow, after piercing the tree trunk, happened to turn sideways and get stuck in the tree, securing the rope.
"Alright, you can let go."
Once they confirmed Jon was safe, everyone released the rope.
He pulled the rope, stepped on the rock face, and quickly climbed over.
Harken, who had just been bandaged, saw this archery posture, which combined imagination and difficulty, and couldn't help but swallow.
He had already determined that Jon's swordsmanship was a height he would never reach in his life, but he hadn't expected his archery to be so outstanding.
He was certain that among the nearly 100,000 people in the entire Mountains of the Moon, not a single one could achieve this level.
Perhaps hitting a tree trunk nearly a hundred meters away wouldn't be a big problem.
But Jon had shot in a 'suicidal leap' manner, seizing a brief opportunity; Harken couldn't even imagine how strong the psychological quality of this young man, several years younger than him, truly was.
Old Yorek, on the other hand, stared wide-eyed at Jon, who was climbing.
They had been together for several months, and he only knew that Jon's swordsmanship was extraordinary, but he hadn't expected his archery to be so powerful.
However, in his opinion, that wasn't the point; the point was that Jon had never shown off!
This was truly rare for a young man.
'He will never be just a mere bastard of Winterfell.'
Old Yorek trusted his judgment and also gave up the idea of marrying his granddaughter to Jon.
The two surviving old soldiers were chattering and gesticulating, discussing on the side.
And among everyone, Sola had the simplest thoughts.
She simply believed that Jon should be this strong!
By this time, Jon had climbed over the cliff; the pine tree turned out to be a dead tree, with traces of lightning strikes on it.
Its roots were even loose, and new soil could even be seen turned up from the shaking of the roots.
Jon suspected that if he were a dozen pounds heavier, this thing would be uprooted.
"Don't come up, wait for me down there."
Once they confirmed Jon had climbed up, everyone felt elated.
This mission to the Mountain Clans was not only a complete success but would also result in acquiring dragon eggs!
Old Yorek looked at Jon's disappearing figure, filled with anticipation.
Jon, who had already climbed over the rock face, quickly discovered a cave not far away.
The cave was pitch black, but it emitted heat significantly higher than the surrounding temperature.
'Is Sheep Stealer still alive?'
Taking out a pre-prepared torch, Jon walked towards the cave.
Generally speaking, caves are dark and damp, and 'adventurers' entering a cave would first disturb a large flock of bats.
But this cave was clean; let alone bats, there weren't even insects.
Though the dragon was dead, its dragon's might remained!
As Jon approached the cave, the torch in his hand actually burned brighter and brighter!
Similarly, the surrounding scenery gradually appeared.
A pile of huge, night-black strange stones appeared before his eyes.
Jon looked up along the light, and his pupils suddenly constricted!
These were not strange stones at all; these were clearly dragon remains!
A dragon skeleton, almost filling the entire cave, was curled up there, its skull resting on its front claws, as if it were asleep.
From the remains, its size was seventy to eighty meters!
This was the legendary Sheep Stealer.
Jon reached out and touched the black skeleton, finding it unexpectedly smooth.
Dragon bones, by the way, are also excellent materials for making weapons.
Light and tough.
Although dragons had been extinct for one or two hundred years, the profession of 'dragon bone merchant' still existed in this world.
People used dragon bones scattered throughout the world to make weapons and even jewelry.
However, Jon didn't plan to do that; among all the Targaryen dragons, it seemed only this one had a 'good end.'
Since it died of old age here, it was better not to disturb its peace.
Jon's target was still the dragon egg mentioned by Hugh Wolf.
He started walking around the cave.
He found murals on the wall.
The murals seemed to record methods for hatching dragons.
The first mural showed a servant placing a dragon egg in a baby's cradle.
The second mural showed a dragon hatching in a baby's cradle.
This should have been drawn by Nettles; even a true Targaryen could not guarantee 100% successful hatching with this method.
Then there were other murals.
The murals depicted two intertwined dragons.
The neck of one of the dragons accounted for almost half of its body length; that should be Bloodworm.
That 'Prince Daemon' was also Queen Rhaenyra's consort.
But Rhaenyra suspected Daemon and Nettles had an affair, so she ordered Nettles to be killed.
From these murals, it might have been a rumor.
The truth should be that Daemon's dragon and Sheep Stealer got together.
However, neither the murals nor the dragon bones were what Jon wanted; his goal was the dragon eggs.
Even if there was only one, it would be worth the trip!
As long as the secrecy was maintained, no one would know.
Once he had territory and influence, he could secretly look for hatching methods.
Jon continued to search and soon found a somewhat crude small secret room.
At this point, the torch in his hand was also about to burn out, so he didn't delay and chose to enter the secret room.
The yellow firelight illuminated the secret room, and the scene before him made him widen his eyes.
Round dragon eggs, each large enough to be held with two hands, were neatly arranged at his feet.
A rough count revealed at least twenty!
However... Jon frowned, looking at the dragon egg at his feet.
Broken?