Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 474

Chapter 474 Orion—Biography of the Dragon King Family

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Rhaegar threw a book casually, hit Aegon on the head with precision, and lectured: "Hurry up and work, or I'll break your legs!"

The tone is very unkind, which shows that he is really angry.

Aegon howled in ecstasy, a big lump bulged on his forehead, and he stood up to look for a book.

“Deserve it!”

Aemond sneered and placed the parchment at his eldest brother's feet sensibly.

Lega looked calm, looking through the ancient books one by one, his eyes were so gloomy that they were about to drip with water.

“What a school city, it's really a crouching tiger, hidden dragon.”

　　Picked up a yellowed ancient book and opened it. On the page facing the page were written three characters "Orion" family.

Rhaegar's eyes were solemn and he read the contents carefully.

There are a total of forty dragon king families in ancient Valyria, and the Orion family is one of them.

According to the history of Qohor, after the apocalypse, a male member of the Orion family became one of the surviving dragon kings.

He recruited troops from among the colonists of Qhor and proclaimed himself the first Valyrian Emperor.

Riding an adult dragon and leading 30,000 infantry towards the ruins of Valyria, intending to rebuild the Freehold.

But no one saw the Emperor Orion and his army again.

The ancient book in Rhaegar's hand is a biography of the Orion family.

The general content is about the scenery of the Fourteen Fire Peaks, the dragon's lair and reproduction.

Even a brief binding spell.

“The Orion family is really wealthy.”

Rhaegar sighed from the bottom of his heart.

There is no need for historical evidence from other Dragon King families, and there is no doubt about the power of the Orion family.

The comprehensive strength of this Dragon King family is recorded in Targaryen's brief family history.

　　One of the oldest and most noble dragon king families in ancient Valyria.

In terms of ranking, it has been in the top ten for many years and is competing for the top five.

At its peak, the number of adult dragons reached an astonishing twenty, and they have always been the vanguard of the Free Fortress's external expansion.

“It's so fierce!”

Rhaegar gritted his teeth in envy.

When Aenar the Exile crossed the Narrow Sea and migrated to Dragonstone, his family had five dragons in total.

The remaining four died one after another, and their age is unknown.

All that is known is that Balerion was a very young dragon at the time.

At present, there are 18 Targaryen dragons in total, and there are only three adult dragons, Vhagar, Glutton, and Wormisor.

This shows how exaggerated the strength of the Orion family is in controlling twenty adult dragons.

If this was used to attack the Free Trade Cities, they would not be able to beat them one by one without making a sound.

Lega took a breath and continued to check other ancient books.

Including the biographies of Belerys, Daian'rigar, and some smaller dragon king families.

Even, there is a biography of the Targaryen family in the stack of books.

Compiled by the exile Inar himself, it records the location of the ancestral property sold by the family in the Land of Long Summer, and the hidden corners of the Fourteen Fire Peaks where dragon eggs are hidden.

The patriarch was afraid that his exile on Dragonstone Island would affect the reproduction of dragons, so he arranged his backup plan in advance to allow future generations to make a comeback.

Rhaegar flipped through the pages carefully, feeling a deep sense of worry.

In some passages, there is a subtle reference to the decline of the family, and migration may be a good choice.

It seems that this ancestor is really afraid of making a wrong decision and affecting the entire Targaryen family.

“Alas, who would have thought that the Targaryens would become more prosperous after migrating to Dragonstone.”

Rhaegar sighed lightly, unwilling to let down his ancestors' wishes.

Compare with the map of Yanhai to identify the approximate location of the clan land.

Most areas were reduced to ruins and turned into part of the sea of smoke.

Due to their relatively weak strength, some Targaryen industries are far away from the Fourteen Fire Peaks in the core area, but are instead preserved in the Land of Long Summer on the remaining peninsula.

Looking carefully, Rhaegar said "Huh" and compared the map to find a special piece of land.

Located in the southeast of the Sea of Sighs, the Land of Changxia is relatively well preserved.

There is a remote town established by the Targaryen family, raising a large number of war slaves and mining a special ore that enhances spiritual power.

The ore contains a certain substance, which is ground into powder and then removed. The pyromancer develops a secret medicine.

Rhaegar's eyes flickered and he murmured to himself: "The amount of the Resurrection Orchid is not enough. My father needs medicinal stones to enhance his mental power."

I wanted to explore the Sea of Smoke again, but I couldn't get away due to various reasons.

My father is in poor health, and as the crown prince, I cannot go into danger alone.

Thinking of this, Leijia marked the location with a pen for later effects.

After the last exploration of the Yanhai, he had a vague idea of the dangerous land.

If you have a safe location, the premise is to stay away from the original site of the Fourteenth Fire Peak and choose an area that is not shrouded in haze.

Rhaegar looked through the other ancient books of the Dragon King family, and found more or less records boasting about the family's industry.

These locations are not deliberately covered up and can all be traced on the map.

Rhaegar read it over and over and sneered: "The Academy is really amazing, it hides so many secrets."

Ancient books are collected openly and secretly in the academy, and the secrets hidden in the secret chambers are only open to the doctors.

Oh, right.

Dr. Wei Geng, the Dragonless One, should not be made public.

“Brother, there is a strange book here.”

Aemond was wandering among the sea of books, sticking his head out and shouting.

Lega put away a dozen or so unique copies of the Dragon King family, stood up and stepped forward.

It was a thick leather book, so greasy that the original material could not be seen.

Written painting: a dark city, written with strange handwriting.

Rhaegar recognized it and asked suspiciously: "Asshai's writing?"

While exploring the ruins of Beleris, he killed a group of shadowbinders and obtained a book written in Asshai script.

After being translated by many scholars, the book is a copy of the spell collection.

Records many evil magic sacrifices, including blood sacrifices and killings at every turn.

The key is to pay such a price, and the rewards given are very poor and accompanied by uncertainty.

Rhaegar was burned to ashes and returned to the Shadowbinder in Hell.

Aemond stepped forward, eager to explore: "What is Asshai's book about?"

Suffered the disadvantage of being uneducated, he was illiterate.

Rhaegar opened it and looked at it, his brows furrowed in vain.

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The pages of the book were closed, and his hands were ignited with flames, which were instantly burned to ashes.

“Hey, why is it burned?” Emond shouted, what a pity. Rhaegar's face was gloomy and he scolded: "It's not a good book, you can't read it."

Opening page, anatomy of necromancy.

Damn Academy City, you dare to study anything!

Looking at Aegon who was not working hard, Rhaegar kicked him and ordered: "Find me these evil spells from Asshai and destroy them all."

He is a very double standard person.

Targaryens can learn fire magic and blood magic, but others are not allowed to touch evil magic.

No wonder the ban on demons in Westeros, such a waste that harms others but does not benefit oneself, should be thrown into the trash can of history.

“Don't kick it, I'm looking for it.”

Aegon is like a donkey pulling a mill, whipping a step forward and grunting to find a book.

Lega snorted coldly and searched for all useful ancient books.

At dusk, the sun sets.

The gate of the school city, directly in front of the two green sphinx statues.

A small hill several meters high, filled with stacks of books. The pages of the books were fluttering in the evening breeze, making a clattering sound.

　　Many bachelors gathered at the door, looking on in disbelief, indifference, or with great pity.

Rhaegar stood in front of him and picked up a book with "On Alchemical Sacrifice" written on it.

Aegon and Aemond looked around with cold eyes as they patrolled this group of so-called scholars with selfish motives.

Who would have thought that the Academy not only studies healing and rescuing people, astronomy and mathematics, but also theoretical knowledge that can harm people.

Dr. Levin stood in front of a group of bachelors with an embarrassed face, closing his eyes in pain.

“The purpose of the academy is to find the truth and does not believe in the existence of magic.”

Rhaegar stepped forward, slapped the pages of the book on the fat old man's face, and said sarcastically: "You don't believe it yourself, and you still collect these books?"

Dr. Levin suffered silently, as if a fig leaf had been lifted and exposed to the sun.

It's so ugly to have someone dig out the dark side of the school city!

Lega threw the books back into the pile with his hand, and said in a cold voice: "From now on, there will be no need for such books about the dead to exist in the city."

Dr. Levin lowered his head and said bitterly: "Yes, Prince."

Those books were not collected by him, they were just saved from generation to generation.

Rhaegar's eyes were as sharp as a knife, and he turned around and shouted: "Dragon Flame!"

The glutton was lying on the ground in front of the school gate. Hearing the sound, he slowly climbed up his huge body and aimed his ferocious dragon's kiss at the mountain of books.

A roar was like thunder, and green dragon flames spurted out.

Boom—

Thousands of books were quickly burned up, and the scattered fragments burned with green fire, flying in the air and turning into ashes.

All the scholars were silent, watching the book burning ceremony.

Rhaegar rode on the back of the dragon, found Mondstadt in the crowd, and said, "I will visit the Tower tomorrow, Lord Monds, be well prepared."

Mond's face was reluctant: "I will never disappoint you, Prince."

I'm coming.

After dealing with the Faith of the Seven Gods and the city of learning, the butcher's knife finally fell on the Hightower family.

Mond smiled flatteringly on the outside, but almost cried on the inside.

Gluttony roared, his wings blew away the dust in the sky, and carried the driver back to the Starry Temple.

Rhaegar lowered his head secretly, overlooking the anxious Mond, with a hint of deep meaning in his eyes.

After scaring you for so long, it's time for the fish to take the bait.

The sun sets over the western mountains and the sky becomes dark.

Chapter 7, Crying Wharf.

On the dim dock, several clusters of firelight moved, and the sound of waves crashing on the sea surface came.

Hand holding a torch, Mond looked left and right and led a man in black robes here.

A small boat is tied to the dock, and several sailors wearing high-tower clan emblems are loading supplies.

Mond sighed and said: "Allison made a bad move. Sooner or later, you will be punished. Leave before it's too late."

The man in black robe looked at the vast sea and said leisurely: "I'm leaving, what will happen to Hightower?"

"Don't worry about it. I wasn't involved. There's nothing Rega can do about it."

Mond advised.

The man in black robe said: "I have nothing to lose to others, so I can stay and fight with you."

Mond shook his head repeatedly: "Who can get the handle on the Faith of the Seven Gods and the Citadel? Targaryen's madman kills without blinking an eye."

There were ten cardinals, but only two were killed, and one turned to the enemy.

Think again before.

The rebellion in Dorne lasted only a few months. The dragon's wrath killed more than a thousand nobles and knights in total, and affected tens of thousands of civilians.

More ruthless than the Conqueror, crueler than cruel Maegor.

Hearing this, the man in black robe was silent for a long time and walked to the deck of the ship.

Mond breathed a sigh of relief: "Take a boat to Pantos and I said hello to the prince."

"good."

The man in black robe agreed, looked up at Mond, and took off his hood with both hands.

A middle-aged face with a lush beard is revealed, the hair is meticulously combed, and the eyes are deep and gloomy.

Mond became anxious and shouted: "Hide your identity, your whereabouts cannot be exposed."

Otto smiled slightly: "Brother, you are always more practical than me."

“Nonsense!”

Mond lectured: "You have only been studying since you were a child. Your father has taught you many times that you need to get more exposure to the family industry and practice, but you have not listened."

Otto listened attentively, with an inexplicable meaning flashing in his eyes, and asked: "Then do you know why I joined the academy?"

　In order to get ahead, I spent all my time studying.

During the reign of King Renrui, he was one of the most knowledgeable people in the kingdom.

Otherwise, he would not have become the Prime Minister.

Mond waved his hand and said uninterestedly: "You should leave quickly. Let's talk about old times later."

Otto was unmoved and said calmly: "I'm afraid I won't have a chance in the future."

“Say something stupid.”

“Haha, just kidding.”

Otto smiled sincerely and said deeply: "Brother, take care."

Having said that, get into the cabin.

Mond was stunned when he heard this, and watched the ship sail out of the port, scratching his head and returning to the towering tower.

(End of this chapter)

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