Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 415

Chapter 415 Targaryen wants you to stand up!

“Ceremony speech…”

Rhaegar was startled for a moment.

The contents of the two lines of small characters are exactly the traditional customary greetings of the Dragon King of Ancient Valyria.

Rhaegar thought about it for a while and got a rough idea.

Ceremony, bloodline, scales…

So, the method of activation may require two people who are connected by blood.

Premise, Targaryen.

Rhaegar pursed his lips and said with a smile: "It's a little difficult to deal with because you can't see it but can't touch it."

He vaguely felt that the embers of the Fire Peak could activate precious relics about the dragon.

Rega turned over the carving knife and took back the space necklace after a moment.

In its place is an inscribed Valyrian steel grater.

This kind of intuition is illusory but real.

Melias was crawling on the outside of the platform, Rhaenys climbed down the ladder and walked under the guard of the fearless ones.

The glutton roared lowly and carried the driver up to the stone platform, crushing large pieces of square stone with every step.

As soon as the words fell, there was immediate backlash.

Turn your palm over and the scales disappear.

“Good job, man.”

The triggering condition is very simple, the fire magic power common to pyromancers and blood witches.

In some aspects, the compatibility between humans and dragons is always on display.

【Carving Knife】

Rhaegar looked him over and over again, smiled faintly, and asked, "Do you plead guilty?"

“Congratulations, the space prop has been activated, you have obtained...”

Looking through the broken scales, it seems that we can only go back to Westeros to find someone to help.

Woohow the noise, the old nobles who originally held their own identities were like the aunts of the vegetable market, and they scolded them invisible.

“To be studied.”

Gray Worm holds a spear and holds his head high.

This group of people included the leaders of the old aristocracy, as well as their family members involved.

“I know how to carve stone, what else do I need?”

The carving knife is only about the length of a palm, with unfamiliar and rough inscriptions carved on the surface, and the blade is very sharp.

“Invade our homes and take away our slaves…”

【Valyrian Steel. Space Necklace】

In comparison.

It will not work for the time being.

Rhaegar touched the space necklace around his neck. It was a relic harvested in the early morning.

Evaluation: "Proficient in various carving techniques and imitating ancient carving techniques."

“Those who rely on the dragon are as cruel as your ancestors.”

Rhaegar's ears hurt from hearing this, and he walked directly to the higher platform.

ˆSystem panel font change.

Just as he was thinking about it, the glutton lowered his neck, and the saddle on his back was just level with the stone platform.

It may be necessary to hone your craft until you can imitate the mysterious inscriptions on other relics.

Rhaegar shook his head slightly and considered learning some skills such as wood carving and blacksmithing.

Exploration progress: 100%

Skip the picking and detection screen.

“You devil, intruder!”

Approximately two-thirds of the old aristocratic power in Myr.

Rhaegar was a little confused and didn't know much about it.

Rhaegar smiled and jumped off the dragon's back with a bang.

Behind him, dozens of old nobles knelt down and stared at Rhaegar with hateful expressions.

Level: Rare (blue)

Function: Exquisite carving

"prince!"

“Hiss…”

Gray Worm turned to follow and waved his hand to the Unsullied one who was in charge of guarding him.

boom! boom! boom!

The Unsullied were expressionless, turning their spears and beating them with big sticks.

Suddenly, the yelling and cursing stopped.

　　turns into wailing and crying.

Rhaenys walked onto the high platform in twos and twos, passing over the messy old nobles.

A group of paper tigers that can be broken by just one poke.

At this moment, the glutton roared into the sky, and a mouthful of green dragon flames clashed high in the sky.

At this moment, both the old nobles on the platform and the civilian slaves in the square immediately shut up.

Thousands of pairs of eyes were staring directly at Rhaegar on the high platform.

Rhaegar's face was calm, he was already used to being in the spotlight.

"Roar!"

The glutton stopped his dragon flames and continued to let out a low, suppressed roar from his throat.

Rhaegar stood with his hands behind his back, the black dragon head hanging by his side.

One person and one dragon, like a king arriving.

The commoners and slaves all fell to their knees, shrinking and trembling under the gaze of the Dragon King and the Demonic Dragon.

No one dares to face fear.

Rhaegar looked down at them, feeling a surge of pride in his heart, and shouted loudly: "Stand up!"

quiet!

Looking around the square, no one dared to get up except the fearless ones and the knights of the valley.

“I say, let you stand up!”

Rhaegar shouted for the second time.

The civilians and slaves trembled. Except for a few people who stood up tremblingly, most of them remained indifferent.

“Rhaegar.”

Rhaenys stood to one side, wanting to remind her.

The rights of Mill are ultimately in the hands of the old nobles and slave owners, not a group of slaves without dignity.

Slaves have been oppressed for many years and have long lost their spirit of resistance.

“Auntie, the Narrow Sea War is over, so many people shouldn't die anymore.”

Rhaegar's eyebrows were soft and he interrupted with a word.

In Lys, he recruited a group of old nobles and wealthy businessmen to stabilize order.

In Mill's case, since they do not know practical matters, they naturally have new reform strategies waiting for them.

Facing his back to Gray Worm, he waved his hand gently.

Gray Worm nodded heavily and gave the order. Several Unsullied people's eyes narrowed, and they aimed their spears at the old nobles in front of them and stabbed them vigorously.

The iron spearhead pierced the body, and as the hands of the Unsullied turned, the internal organs were smashed into pieces.

“Ho ho…”

　　Two men, one woman and one old man, four old nobles fell to the ground in pain, their clothes wet with blood.

Died immediately within a few breaths.

The Unsullied moved quickly, pulled out the spear and pierced the jaw again, lifted the body and hung it on the high platform.

The corpse is exposed and displayed to the public!

“Woo woo woo…”

The other old nobles who witnessed this scene were almost crazy with fright, screaming and struggling.

The Unsullied One was not used to it at all, so he picked up his spear and beat him randomly.

All the things here are displayed in front of the eyes of the civilians and slaves.

Rhaegar shouted loudly: "The old oppression is gone, you should stand up!"

Seeing their former masters executing the execution, many slaves stood up excitedly.

There is nothing more exciting than killing someone who has a higher status than oneself and has enslaved oneself.

Rhaegar rhymed this to transform the conflict between the old nobles and the Targaryens into the conflict between the old nobles and the slave class.

The root cause of the riots was resistance to Targaryen rule.

What Rhaegar had to do was to show the people the sins of the old rulers before they objected.

Comparison, whether to welcome a new ruler.

Phew! call!

A sea breeze blew, and the **** smell of corpses spread throughout the square.

All the slaves sniffed hard and wanted to retaliate in this way.

Rhaegar saw this and asked loudly: "The old nobles and slave owners are mercilessly squeezing you. The common people have difficulty eating and the slaves are bullied. Why do you follow them to riot!"

Deathly silence.

Rhaegar looked around and continued: "Now, the old nobles and slave owners are just lambs to be slaughtered. No one dares to exploit you anymore. Shouldn't you be happy!"

The commoners and slaves looked at each other and thought it was very reasonable.

Gradually, I became bolder and got up from the ground.

Rhaegar waved his hand again and said in a sharp voice: "There are no slaves in Westeros, Myr is under the jurisdiction of the Iron Throne, and there is no need for enslaved people!"

After saying this, ten Unsullied came out in unison and raised their spears to pierce the corresponding number of old nobles.

　　Wow!

The civilians and slaves were in an uproar, huddled together in twos and threes for warmth, and stared in fear.

They have nothing but fear for the new rulers.

Lest one of them be unhappy, he would let a dragon burn them to death.

Rhaegar didn't care. He only wanted to use blood for blood to wash away the nostalgia of the common people and slaves for the old nobles and accept the rule of Targaryen.

Gray Worm personally grabbed an old nobleman and threw him in front of Rhaegar.

The old nobleman had a pair of triangular eyes, his body was as skinny as a stick, and his whole body exuded a filthy smell.

At this time, three people walked out of the audience.

Rich people in rich clothes, common people with vicissitudes of face, slaves with scars all over their bodies.

One woman and two men, both young.

The three of them stepped onto the high platform and stood at the back at Gray Worm's signal.

Rhaegar didn't even look back and asked bluntly: “Tell me, what bad things has this old man at your feet done?”

The slave rushed out first, with a scowl on his dark-skinned face, and shouted angrily: "He has killed many innocent slaves, robbed young children from slaves, and played with them to death regardless of whether they were men or women!"

Another man also stood up and spoke angrily: "He privately raised the port tax, forcing the fishermen to not be able to pay the tax, so they sold their wives and daughters to him at a low price!"

The three people took turns to expose the old nobleman's crime.

One after another, it's so disgusting that it's outrageous.

This is the norm among the captured old nobles.

As the crimes were counted, the civilians and slaves in the square gnashed their teeth, and their eyes turned red with emotion.

As a free trade city-state, there are of course civilians and slaves who live a better life.

But, it's definitely not them.

　Whenever life is unsatisfactory, everyone has the right to be resentful.

Rhaegar drew out the real fire, swung the pitch-black sword, and chopped off the head of the old nobleman.

Tens of thousands of eyes stared at him.

Rhaegar held his sword with both hands and shouted in a declaration: "The old nobles and slave owners use their earthly rights to force you to kneel, and the Targaryens want you to stand up!"

　　“There are no slaves in Westeros, and the Iron Throne treats everyone equally!”

The voice is deafening and goes straight into people's hearts.

At this moment, silver hair and purple eyes were in the eyes of all civilians and slaves.

The stereotype is eliminated, it is no longer about brutality and dragons.

But, equality and justice!

One of the kneeling slaves got up angrily and shouted at the top of his lungs.

“Long live Targaryen!”

One stone stirs up a thousand waves.

More and more slaves got up and screamed at the top of their lungs.

“Long live the Targaryens!”

“Long live the Dragon King!”

On the Fish Killing Square, not a single civilian or slave lost their knees, they all stood upright.

They had burning eyes and broken voices, and they were all looking at one person.

Rhaegar Targaryen.

At this moment, Rega also looked at them, raised his hand and waved vigorously.

The Unsullied quickly took action, stabbing every one of the old nobles in the chest through the chest.

At the last moment, someone shouted angrily: "Invader! The other Free Trade Cities will not let you go!"

Rhaegar responded calmly: "It's not the Targaryens who invade you, it's your insatiable greed."

Without oppression and slavery, we wouldn't have what we have today.

Glutton roared, his huge body climbed to the side of the high platform, his green vertical eyes stared at and detained a group of rioters.

In front of the common people and slaves, Rhaegar raised his eyebrows and said loudly: "Targaryen brings peace and justice, but he cannot be questioned or harmed."

“In the name of Viserys I, the Targaryen, I sentence the rebels to death!”

After speaking, he looked sideways at the glutton and uttered the dragon taming language: "Dragon flames!"

The words were spoken in High Valyrian, and they contained mysterious waves of magic.

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The glutton's vertical pupils flashed with cruelty, and the dragon's kiss opened wide.

The roaring dragon flames swept across, covering thousands of people in chaos like smoke, turning into a sea of green fire.

(End of this chapter)

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