Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 510

Chapter 510 A Valyrian Steel Weapon

　　Red Fort, Holy Cathedral.

A dimly lit enclosed space, with candlelight creating a feminine atmosphere.

A small figure sat on the edge of the altar surrounded by white tallow candles.

In front of him was the hideous skull of Balerion, the Black God of Death.

“Prince, if you don't go back to bed, you will be lazy in the morning.”

Sir Stephen stood to one side and persuaded patiently.

Meka's face scrunched up and she frowned.

Stephen was helpless and nodded in understanding.

There is no other way. I was assigned to the little prince, so I have to follow the little guy's wishes.

"Thanks."

Meka thanked him softly, his big watery eyes full of sincerity.

Without waiting for Stephen's reaction, the little guy crept up onto the altar.

There were densely packed tallow candles spread out around the altar, and more than half of them were burning brightly at this moment.

Meka looked normal and stepped across the candlelight easily.

Soon, we came to the lower jaw of Balerion's skull.

Meka looked up at the sky, with confusion written all over his little face, and stretched out his hands to touch the still warm dragon skull.

His dragon egg is lost.

A loss in a deep sense that can never be recovered.

“Father said Balerion would protect us.”

Maekar stared at Balerion's skull, clasped his hands and prayed: "Balerion, you helped my grandfather and father, please help me tonight."

Huge dragon skull, petite silver-haired boy.

Under the dim candle shadow, Stephen remained silent, looking at the little guy who didn't even have a dragon's tooth.

Mekar knelt on her knees, her body small, like a devout believer in a god.

“Goodbye, Balerion.”

After a while, Meka took a deep breath and stood up to say goodbye.

Turning around, he saw Steve looking at him blankly, tilted his head: "Sir, help me."

Speaking, he walked to the edge of the altar and opened his arms.

Steve suddenly came back to his senses. For a moment, he thought that His Majesty was a child, so he hurried forward: "Your Highness, do you want to go back and rest?"

Mekar was carried to the ground obediently and pursed her lower lip: "No, Balerion told me."

“Told, what?”

Stephen is confused.

Maekar raised his head and widened his eyes: "Balerion told me that tonight is not a good time to sleep."

Left up and left the church, holding on to the door frame with one hand.

The little guy's expression was erratic, just like a little magic stick nagging: "It told me that dragon training is about to begin!"

Braavos.

Three giant dragons rose into the sky, flew over the fire-filled city, and flew towards the narrow sea.

While passing by a small floating island connected by a bridge, a gray building below stood out.

Rega seemed to sense something. He looked down with the help of the bright moonlight and whispered softly: "The Courtyard of Black and White."

Headquarters of the Faceless Ones.

The most feared building in Braavos.

Tap your palms lightly to give instructions.

Glutton swooped down and plunged into the floating island area, circling around the Black and White Courtyard on its flanks.

Rhaegar said nothing, just looking at the gray building with the closed door.

Just now, he had a cordial and friendly conversation with Sea King Spandam.

In the name of the Iron Throne, another loan of 500,000 gold dragons was made, with a maximum repayment period of sixty years.

And, both parties signed a treaty.

The Iron Throne declares war, and Braavos is not allowed to intervene in any form, otherwise the debtor has the right to erase the debt.

An alternative method to eliminate the idea of Braavos taking the lead in attacking the Iron Throne.

That's right, just an idea.

The three giant dragons are powerful enough to burn everyone in the Neptune Palace to death.

However, the group behind the Iron Bank is still alive.

They have enough money to buy mercenaries from all over the world.

These money are scattered all over the world and buried in secret vaults. Even if Braavos is burned down, they will not be able to find them all.

Rhaegar gave Braavos a small warning and a timely show of force.

Braavos must either endure this or rush to war.

Facts prove it.

Businessmen are all a group of rats seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages.

The loan from Iron Throne was successful, and 500,000 gold dragons were delivered to the Bank of Myr three days later.

Glutton roared, and dragon flames sprayed on the river channel outside the gray building, carrying the driver back to the sky.

Rhaegar regained his composure and said calmly: "Let's go, man."

In the negotiation with Neptune, he made very realistic demands.

From tonight onwards, no harm will come to his children.

Including but not limited to; assassination, illness, falling off a horse…

If any child has an accident, he will immediately ride a dragon to Braavos and burn the Neptune Palace to the ground first.

Very unreasonable, even very blunt.

After all, most of King Renrui's thirteen children died in infancy or accidents.

However, Rhaegar didn't care.

Senela Targaryen once said that the climate in Westeros is too cold to welcome the hot Targaryen.

He sat on that iron chair and wanted to tell the world.

Targaryen is the Dragon King, and a true dragon will carry blood and fire wherever he goes.

Rhaegar has Shiliu, the water dancer, and Sarah, who was born as a faceless man, under his command.

It is very clear that the existence of "faceless men" poses a threat.

Hiring a Faceless Man to assassinate someone could wipe out the Iron Throne's income for a year.

Value represents ability.

He didn't dare to bet on whether someone would hire a faceless man to assassinate him, especially if the target was someone close to him.

Even he himself is not 100% safe.

With a cup of intestinal poison, you can also go to see Balerion.

In order to avoid accidents, it is better to get things done first.

Checks and balances are the long-term solution. This black and white house, just feel free to wander in the mainland of Braavos.

Westeros does not welcome it.

The night is getting darker.

Three giant dragons flew out of Braavos and landed in a remote village.

A pitch-black raven flew over and settled on the crooked-neck tree far away from the dragon.

Rhaegar recognized the appearance of the raven, the little pet that Shiliu had raised in the palace in Myr.

Among the three city-states, Myr has direct jurisdiction over the royal territory.

Hilius withdrew from Volantis and remained in Myr as Chief Swordsman.

Concurrently, intelligence chief.

Rhaegar slid off the dragon's back, and the raven flew over on his own, letting him take off the mailbox.

Open the mailbox, take out the letter paper and read it carefully.

　Just two sentences;

　　【Lady Messaria is pregnant, Prince Daemon holds a celebration banquet privately in the brothel】

　　【Volantis assembles a fleet to try to blockade the ships arriving at the Summer Sea from the disputed land】

Compared to the letters Rhaenyra received, this letter contained more and more detailed information.

Rhaegar finished reading the letter, raised his head and closed his eyes to look at the sky.

Poof!

The flames flickered at the fingertips, burning the small piece of letter paper.

Helena and Aemond climbed off the dragon's back.

The former has a pure face and holds the slender Chang Xia in his arms.

The latter strode forward, one eye flashing, and asked: "What new information is there?"

Rhaegar raised the corners of his lips and sighed: "There is a fool who doesn't know how to live or die, and is ready to sacrifice his life to help me complete my great cause."

Dimon's father planned all the plans for his multiple marriages.

　　Disrupt the alliance between the good uncle and the sea serpent.

Secondly, the Tiger Party of Volantis was not willing to take only part of the port tax of Lys and provoked troubles several times.

It's really wonderful that two things collide.

Lead Velaryon's fleet to crush the ambitious Volantis.

Enter the Sea of Smoke by the way and find the wandering wild young dragon.

In addition to the war, troops from various places must be sent to support, and the valley is naturally indispensable.

The opposition factions in the valley were all mobilized and sent to the battlefield.

Sit back and watch the quarrel between Damon and Lanner, he intensified the conflict behind the scenes and endorsed the good uncle's marriage to Bai Maggot Xiaomei.

Properly planned, it will not only solve the inheritance problem of the eldest daughter, but also remove the last dignity of the good uncle and Velaryon.

It can be said that you achieve multiple things with one stone!

Of course, the incident requires a heroic sacrifice to stir up the current stagnant water.

Volantis is a victim who has enough strength but not enough strength.

Rhaegar let out a long breath and looked sideways at Aemond, who was looking forward to it: "Go back to Storm's End and discuss marriage with Cassandra."

Emond's face changed slightly, he was not very willing.

Rhaegar grinned after understanding this younger brother: "Then, mobilize the troops of the Stormlands and wait for my order."

Hearing this, Emond's expression instantly improved and he said confidently: "Okay, wait for my news."

War, what a good word.

As the second son, only victory in the war can bring him glory.

The family will be proud of him.

Rhaegar threw away the burned confetti and called Helena, who said nothing. "Follow me, let's go to Myr and prepare to accept the loan from Braavos."

By the way, please contact the Eyrie City.

White maggot Xiaomei, what a good chess piece.

It can really disgust everyone like maggots.

Helena nodded silently, stood on tiptoes and touched Aemond's head, then climbed onto the dragon's back.

Soon, the brother and sister rode the dragon away.

Aemond remained alone, his one eye flickering dimly, recalling the touch of his sister's touch.

“Hiss?”

The sheep thief lay on the ground, and the dragon's tail poked the driver.

Eamond waved his hand and said calmly: "Don't make trouble, we have business to do."

The sheep thief shook his head in disdain, punched his nose hard, and ignored the increasingly scheming driver.

Eamond hesitated for a moment, then bent down to pick up the only scrap of paper that remained.

A scrap of paper the size of a fingernail, with the edges burnt and blackened, and a few small characters faintly visible.

“White maggot, celebration.”

Eamond frowned, analyzing the profound meaning of these two words.

Combined with what he saw on Chaotou Island, the events of Uncle Wang Dameng over the years.

It is not difficult to guess that the white maggot must be happy, and there will be waves within the royal family.

The eldest brother Rhaegar was his role model, wise, mighty and fearless.

It's a pity that he is essentially a henpecked fool.

Rhaenyra has been weighing on his head for so many years, and she may have accumulated a lot of conflicts.

In his opinion, it is okay for a man to marry more than one, let alone the king of a country.

If possible, he would also like to marry more and gain more, and find a satisfactory lover.

Rhaena harmed Lady Jeyne of the Eyrie, which he considered to be a very jealous woman.

This is one of the important reasons why he is hostile to Rhaenyra.

The eldest brother Rhaegar should not be stained.

Emond threw away the scraps of paper and smiled happily: "It's time for my sister to get married, and it's time for Uncle Wang to help."

Having said that, ride on the back of the sheep thief.

As the increasingly large mud dragon spread its wings, he suddenly recalled the scene of the confrontation between the three brothers and the Sea King of Braavos.

Rhaegar, the eldest brother, held the true fire, and Helena drew the long summer.

Two Valyrian steel swords, what a grand display.

Aemond shook his head and muttered: "A Valyrian steel weapon, where should I find one?"

Touched the one-eyed dagger on his waist.

A gift from my eldest brother, but it's not suitable for frontal battlefields.

The family has many Valyrian steel weapons.

The black fire in the hands of her father, the light of the kingdom worn by Rhaenyra, the dark sisters of Aunt Rhaenys...

By the way, the eldest brother also has two Valyrian steel weapons.

　　An infrequently used spear "Morning Light", and a lost long sword Dragon Claw.

As he thought about it, Aemond's eyes lit up: "Varylian once had a scimitar sea foam. He was also a Valyrian, and Celtigar seems to have one as well."

Thoughts arise and grow uncontrollably.

“Hiss…”

The sheep thief soared into the sky, his brown wings covering the bright moon, and he disappeared into the night in a blink of an eye.

(End of this chapter)

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