Game Of Thrones: I Became A Crown Prince For A Day
/ Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 396
Chapter 396 Helena's Prophecy
Seven days later.
At noon, the sun is shining brightly.
The scorching light shone down, adding a bit of sultry heat to the already humid King's Landing.
Dragon's lair, interior.
“Hiss…”
“Hiss!”
In the dim environment, two unfettered young dragons soared up and down, like two flashes of light colliding.
A dragon is larger, with cobalt blue scales all over its body, and orange-red scales extending from its lower jaw to its abdomen, which is gorgeous yet elegant.
The other one is only half the size of the opponent.
It has silver-white scales all over its body, golden vertical pupils, and its head is majestic and ferocious.
It was Theselion and the young dragon Blizzard who were raised in the dragon's lair.
“Hiss…”
Tesserion moved dexterously, flapped his blue wings and flew high, spitting out cobalt blue mixed with orange dragon flames.
Poof!
Blizzard was extremely brave, rushing upwards in the face of the dragon flames, and his silvery white scales were burnt black.
“Hiss…”
The distance was getting closer, and Blizzard immediately jumped in front of his opponent, opening his fangs into a dragon's kiss and biting him hard.
Tesserion activated his ferocity, strangled Blizzard's neck with a dragon claw, and aimed at the dragon's head to spray dragon flames.
The gorgeous dragon flames burned blazingly, and fell with impact.
Blizzard screamed in shock, his golden vertical pupils closed tightly, and he withstood the blow with an iron head.
Within a few breaths, the dragon's head was burnt to a burnt color, and a pair of gray-white dragon horns bent backwards turned dark.
The fight has not stopped yet!
“Hiss…”
Blizzard flapped his wings unwilling to admit defeat, and in panic, the dragon's kiss was aimed at Theserion's dragon head.
The throat surged up and down, and a mouthful of silver-white dragon flames spurted out like snowflakes.
Boom!
Tesserion was careless and underestimated the enemy, and the dragon's flames hit the wide-open dragon's snout, making him scream in pain.
Blizzard acted according to the opportunity, biting the opponent's hind legs that locked the neck with his mouth, and his fangs pierced the cobalt blue scales that were comparable to iron plates.
Click!
The scales shattered in response, and Theselion let go of his claws in pain.
Blizzard regained his freedom and quickly left the mid-air battlefield.
“Hiss!”
Thessalyon activated his real fire, stabilized his body and planned to pursue.
At this moment, a hearty and loud shout suddenly sounded.
“Stop the fight!”
The voice seemed to contain magic. Theselion moved suddenly, and his anger melted away like snow.
On the black stone slab, Rhaegar looked up, holding an ancient sheepskin book.
“Hiss…”
Tesaris glanced at him, reluctantly gave up the fight, and retreated to the dragon pit in the corner to rest.
In contrast, Blizzard landed on the ground carelessly, stretching out a pair of silver wings to reflect his handsome appearance.
“Haha, it's so vicious.”
Looking at this scene, Lei Jia smiled and opened the ancient sheepskin book to compare the contents.
Ancient books are precious documents collected by Reese, which record part of the description of the Dragon King family.
Among them are the effects of training young dragons and catching and killing them.
In the dragon's lair, Theselion entered sub-adulthood, and his thirty-foot body was comparable to that of a giant elephant.
Blizzard is too young, just the size of an ordinary horse, and can barely exert a certain amount of combat power.
The two dragons started fighting, with Theselion clearly having the upper hand and fighting with ease.
Blizzard, on the other hand, is a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers, and bites the opponent with the energy to refuse to admit defeat.
Rhaegar read the pages for a while, and heard the sound of footsteps in his ears.
“Hiss…”
First there was a high-pitched neighing sound.
Thrax's huge dragon head looked back and forth, flapping its misty gray wings and flying in the air.
The slender hind legs are shackled and controlled by a dragon man with a vicissitudes of life.
Young dragons have a fiery temperament and are restless.
If not controlled by chains, it will fly randomly and spit dragon flames at all living creatures in front of it.
Rhaegar closed the ancient book and looked at the gorgeous Blizzard and the weird Thrax one after another, and the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously.
“These are precious family resources.”
Rhaenyra was pregnant with twins and had chosen two dragon eggs in advance.
However, the hatching of dragon eggs depends on probability and is not necessarily certain.
Of course, with the purity of Rhaegar's blood when Rhaenyla was conceived, the two children must be equally talented.
It is uncertain whether the baby dragon will hatch soon.
Based on this premise, if something happens to the children's dragon eggs, Blizzard and Thrax are the first choices for dragon training.
When the dragon-bearers approached, Rhaegar warned: "Take care of the two young dragons, and keep an eye on Thessalyon."
Speaking High Valyrian, with a certain air of forbidding magic spells.
˜The languages are similar and the pronunciation is similar.
Ever since the bloodline transformed into dragonborn, some aloof postures have changed unknowingly.
“You should obey!”
The Huanlong man nodded solemnly.
In addition to this old dragon man, there are also some young dragon men of the new generation in the dragon cave.
As Rhaegar turned around, he spotted a familiar face in the corner.
Tristan.Weishui.
At this time, this dragon type cut off his silver-gold curly hair and shaved it into the uniform shape of a dragon.
He was dressed in coarse linen clothes, holding a bamboo stick in his hand, and his eyes were very determined.
Rhaegar asked: "How is Tristan integrating in?"
“Very hardworking and talented.” The Huanlong man answered truthfully.
Rega nodded when he heard the words and asked no more questions.
After the battle in Lys, Trystane presented the dragon egg that hatched Thrax, which can be said to be a great achievement.
In terms of merit, one should be made a knight.
It seems that he didn't notice Tristan's movements and detained him in the attic for too long, which irritated him.
When they met again, the other party shaved his head and swore that he would voluntarily become a "Huanlong man".
The Linglong people are an uncle, the founder is "Black Bride" Reinia Tanglian.
Rhaena lost Dreamfire's three dragon eggs, and blamed herself for forming the first group of dragonmen. Not just anyone can be a dragon, they are basically Targaryen's illegitimate children after many generations.
Bastards are of Valyrian blood and are good at learning common dragon-taming language composed of High Valyrian language to reduce the dragon's bad temper.
This is also the reason why people in Huanlong shave their heads to cover up their former identities.
Tristan did this, probably because he was afraid of being silenced and was completely loyal.
Rhaegar didn't care much about this.
But there will be rewards for merit, so he brought Tristan's daughter to the Red Castle and placed her next to Helena as a female companion.
When you grow up, you can choose a young and promising adult to marry.
Can be regarded as a blessed child.
Out of the dragon's lair, Rhaegar took the Wheel Palace to the Mud Gate.
When the gate of the Dragon Cave was closed, several loud and sharp roars could be heard.
Rhaegar smiled and continued to study the contents of the ancient books.
The Wheel Palace was not slow, walking down from Rhaenys Hills and passing through the bustling Silk Street.
With the arrival of Girls' Day, noble lords from all over the world gathered in King's Landing to inject fresh blood into this majestic city.
Rhaegar glanced out the window. The entrances of various brothels were crowded with people, and the beautiful figures of warblers and swallows were swaying.
Whether it is a richly dressed adult or a down-and-out proletarian knight, they empty their money bags and dig into it.
“Borthels are such a hugely profitable business, it would be a pity not to increase taxes.”
Rhaegar murmured softly, his eyes sparkling.
The characteristics of Lis are characteristics. The blue tower blooms all over the ground, and various sexual practitioners are full of patterns.
He cannot change people's yearning for brothels.
This is human nature and cannot be suppressed.
At the same time, in this world, many women, including beautiful men, are proletarians and can only survive by selling their bodies.
It cannot be stopped.
However, it can be controlled!
The Wheel Palace passed through Silk Street and followed a wide and prosperous street straight to the Mud Gate.
Along the way, Rhaegar looked outside from time to time to observe the lives of the people in King's Landing.
The most common are three types of people.
Nobles who spend money for fun, businessmen in various shops, and common people who live cautiously.
“There are almost no craftsmen in sight…”
Rhaegar's thoughts wandered far away, analyzing the various professions more thoroughly.
Talk about a city-state alone, merchants and craftsmen are the mainstream.
Thinking about it, time passed slowly.
The Lun Palace arrived at Mud Gate. Workers were moving and carrying things on the pier, and many ships were moored on the sea.
These are mostly nobles who came from all over to participate in the Maiden's Day, as well as some cargo ships after the channel was opened.
Tormund, dressed in a black and white robe, stopped at the dock, very conspicuous.
Rhaegar called him and asked about the assigned tasks.
Tormund: "Five hundred naturalized craftsmen have been sent to the ship and have sailed to Lys."
“Otto does things very quickly,” Rhaegar agreed.
Lis and Myr were in urgent need of craftsmen of all kinds and took the opportunity to issue craftsmanship certificates.
Red Fort.
A large number of nobles came in, bringing their children with them.
The banquet hall, the castle forecourt, and the godswood were all crowded with people.
The weather was hot, so the servants brought barrels of wine and dug out ice cubes stored in the ice cellar.
Even so, the nobles were crowded and still sweating profusely.
This kind of heat actually aroused the enthusiasm of the nobles, who drank and sang like crazy.
Allison was busy entertaining guests from all over the world.
While busy, my back was wet with sweat, and I reluctantly went to change my clothes with a smile.
The queen's bedroom.
“Green spool… black spool… tangled…”
The girl murmured softly, her voice ethereal and filled with truth.
In the bedroom, the four walls are painted with murals of male and female coitus, and a soft Reiss felt is placed in the center of the room.
Three silver-blond little girls gathered in a circle, kneeling and playing on the felt.
Helena lowered her head and played with two spools of thread calmly.
Beside her, two other little girls, one big and one small, kept quiet, not daring to disturb His Highness in this state.
The older girl has milky white skin and is the illegitimate daughter of Volantis, Rhaela.
The younger one is about 7 or 8 years old, Tristan's daughter Jasmine.
Snapped-
Suddenly, Helena clasped her hands together and pressed the two messy spools onto the felt.
Little Jasmine trembled, her chubby face turned pale.
“Hush!”
Helena "shushed" at her, her eyes solemn: "He wants a city, and he has to pay the price."
Leila and Little Jasmine frowned in unison, wondering what their Highness was talking about.
The contact time has not been long, but His Highness always says some incomprehensible things.
Crunch—
The door opened from the outside, and Allison walked in quickly with a flushed face.
“Her Majesty the Queen…”
The two little girls hurriedly stood up and saluted.
“It's you.”
Allison held his airs, looked sideways at his indifferent daughter, and said helplessly: "You guys go out first, Helena and I will chat for a while."
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
The two little girls packed up the messy toys and went out obediently.
Until then, Helena still had her head lowered, as if she didn't pay attention to the outside world at all.
(End of this chapter)
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