Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 516

Chapter 516 Wandering Sea Smoke

Time flies, half a month later.

Lees, the outer sea area.

Surrounded by small islands, palm trees and other tropical vegetation grow vigorously, and fish jump in the sparkling ocean.

On the waterway, merchant ships drifted in and out, like chess pieces on a blue chessboard.

A huge dragon as black as coal glided down, its thick dragon tail whipped out into the strong wind, and the blown sails bulged.

Before the sailors could shout in panic, the pair of dragon wings that covered the sky and the sun flashed past.

Looking out.

The high-altitude Lys is constantly getting closer to the pitch-black dragon.

Rhaegar looked down and saw that the city-state of gray and white stone buildings was prosperous, and pedestrians were passing through the streets and alleys.

“Dude, stop playing.”

The dragon circled around the city-state, causing commotion among the local residents.

Rhaegar gave the order, stepped off the dragon and put away his joking attitude.

Glutton reduced his speed and slowly flew to the tallest black stone building in the entire city-state.

A flat-topped tower that only exists in ancient Valyria and the ancient books of the Dragon King, symbolizing the sky and the dragon.

The tower occupies a large area and reaches a height of 800 feet.

Boom—

The dragon folded its wings and landed on the flat roof with its hind feet, like a suitable landing platform.

Rhaegar turned over and jumped off the dragon's back, laughing: "Go to the dragon's lair and wait for me. I'll see you later."

"Roar…"

The glutton raised his head proudly, the ferocious dragon kissed the driver, and flew into the sky with a flutter of its wings.

Swaying and flying into a domed building.

Rhaegar stepped on the dragonstone floor and walked into the elevator with familiarity.

The flat-topped tower involves blood magic, thanks to the design of the red monk Varys.

The tower body is extremely strong and can withstand the weight of the dragon.

The roofless dragon's lair.

The spacious ground space is comparable to a simple palace.

The bronze gate blocks the front passage, and the empty shed roof borders the blue sky and white clouds.

“Hiss…”

Several young dragons are active in the dragon lair, playing with their respective owners.

Under the supervision of the dragonflies, the sisters Aemon and Benila mingled together, competing with each other on their respective dragons.

Liming is delicate and frail, curled up and rolling in his master's arms.

The Deceiver and Moon Dancer are far apart, like two emerald green leaves and light green leaves that tangle together at any time.

“Enter the dragon's lair, glutton!”

Berlon stood on the edge of a cluster of fire basins and clearly heard the dragon man's hard shouting.

“Father is here!”

Berlon smiled and said happily: "Meka, look at the big guy in the sky."

Looking up at the sky, you can still get a startling glimpse.

　　A shallow growl came out, full of leisurely laziness.

Meka crouched in the corner, in front of him was a half-asleep silver-black baby dragon.

At a glance, there is something very strange in the Dragon Cave.

Sisters Eamonn and Benila occupied the best position and played happily.

Mekar huddled on the edge alone, keeping company with the sleepy young dragon.

As the eldest brother, Belron took the initiative to talk to Mekar, who was feeling isolated.

The reason is unknown. It may be that Meka has a withdrawn personality or is too young.

Hearing his brother's greeting, Mekar stopped painting with his fingers and muttered: "Belron, you love the dragon so much."

“His!”

Thrax roared in agreement.

What's wrong with baby dragons? They're cute even when they're small.

Berron had a black line on his head and lectured: "Don't be ignorant of good and evil."

Speaking with a gun and a stick, he is like a little Yin Yang family.

Besides, why does he love an adult dragon?

When my father was a child, he was not a glutton at first sight.

Meka tilted her head and rolled her eyes: "Are you sure your dragon egg can't hatch?"

Berron took a step back and asked tentatively: "Brother, what do you mean?"

Does he know anything?

Meka's eyebrows were raised in a figure-eight shape, piercing into the heart of his good brother: “Where is your dragon egg? Can you show it to me?”

After finishing speaking, Belron's mouth twitched slightly and he said in disbelief: "You, you..."

How does he know everything?

No wonder Aemon didn't like playing with him.

Meka forced out a wicked smile and asked in a low voice: "Tell me! Where did you take the dragon egg?"

That proud little expression is like celebrating the joy of taking care of your eldest brother easily.

“Hush!”

Berron stepped forward and covered Meka's mouth.

“Woo~~”

Meka fell flat on her back, with a hint of grievance in her eyes.

Seeing that his master suffered a murderous attack, Thrax's spirit perked up and he stared at Belron with great vigor.

“Quiet, Thrax!”

Berron glared and blurted out the technique of binding the magic spell.

“Ga?”

Thlax was stunned by the drink, looked around in confusion, and slowly lay back down.

Berron snorted softly, grabbed Meka's ear with his backhand, and gritted his teeth and said, "Brother, you should understand your brother's difficulties."

"Uh-huh!"

Seeing Thrax giving up the rescue, Meka's eyes widened and he nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

“Be honest.” Veron let go of his hand and said politely: “Don't ask, don't mention.”

Meka felt aggrieved and muttered: "I want to say that if there are no dragon eggs, there will be no dragon eggs. Dragon Mountain has a big silver wing."

It's scary.

Berlon's binding spell is better than his, and he bullies his young age.

“It's better that way.”

Berron crossed his arms and showed his elder brother's precautions: "The dragon egg is not lost, you will be a little mute from now on."

Just kidding, if he doesn't have two brushes, how can he be worthy of being the eldest brother?

That **** Aemon was the first to rebel against him.

Father gave him a small stove!

Meka obviously had not suffered this kind of injustice. He grabbed Thrax's tail and moved his position angrily.

When passing near the sisters Aemon and Benilla, the Deceiver and Moondancer were alerted.

　　Howling at one person and one dragon with the same hatred.

“His!”

Thrax was furious in an instant, opened his jagged dragon's kiss, and roared fiercely and cruelly.

The Liar Jing and Yue Wu suddenly fell silent, and stretched their wings on the ground nervously to distance themselves.

In terms of size alone, the two young dragons are only half the size of Thrax.

Which one is strong and which one is weak is clear at a glance.

“Hmph!” Meka shook his head and continued to move the dragon's position by its tail.

Thlax restrained his fierceness and cooperated with his little master obediently.

From a distance, Belron looked at this scene with a flash of envy in his eyes. There are dragons among his peers, but he is the only one left.

Although, he longs for a real dragon.

“Berlon, what are you looking at?”

Suddenly, a familiar warm voice sounded from behind.

Berron suddenly turned around and cheered in surprise: "Father!"

Rhaegar opened his arms with a small smile on his face.

As if to say, have you missed your dad?

“Father, I miss you so much!”

Berron smiled brightly and threw himself into the arms of his young father.

They were separated for more than half a month, and he had been drifting on the sea in a boat.

It was not until late yesterday that we entered the port of Leis.

There is no way, King's Landing is too far from Lys, and crossing the Narrow Sea is very time-consuming.

Except for his mother's Syracuse, none of the brothers and sisters could fly for a long time.

Rhaegar picked up the big boy with his backhand, put his forehead against his forehead, and asked softly: "Want a dragon?"

As soon as he entered the dragon's lair, he saw Belron alone watching his two younger brothers interact with the dragon.

As a father, he had to express his feelings no matter what.

When Belron heard this, his eyes were a little dodgey and hesitant: "I haven't chosen the right dragon yet."

“Oh! Is that so?”

Rhaegar looked surprised, guessing what his eldest son was thinking.

At this time, several other children came running over.

Rhaegar put down Baerron and greeted them one by one. His eyes fell on Mekar, who had expectant eyes.

The little guy has a fleshy face and sticks out his little **** like a pug wanting to be praised by its owner.

Rhaegar found it interesting and planned to tease his younger son: "Mekar, I heard that you tamed a dragon?"

“Yes, it's Thrax.”

Mekako became excited and asked, "Did mother tell you that?"

As he spoke, he looked up at his father, his big watery eyes filled with starlight.

“It was Rhaenyra who wrote to tell me.”

Rhaegar bent down and grabbed his youngest son's face, pretending to be a threat: "But she also told me that she wanted me to give you a good beating."

“Huh?” Meka was startled when he heard this and pointed at himself: “Hit me?”

Not only did his mother know the news, but she also praised him for his potential.

“That's right, it's you.”

Rhaegar kept a straight face and stretched out his black hand when he spoke.

“No!” Meka lost her temper and ran away.

“Hee hee, shameface.”

Eamonn smiled and cheered on the sidelines.

Rhaegar looked at his second son and said stiffly: "You want to be beaten too?"

Out of the three sons, this boy was beaten the most.

Eamonn:…

No hee hee, turn around and retreat.

Benila and Renya bowed and excused themselves sensibly.

Soon, only Rhaegar and Belron were left.

Rhaegar continued the previous topic and suggested: "If you want to tame a dragon, I can take you with me when I visit Storm's End later."

Berron frowned and thought: "Sea Smoke?"

"That's it." Rhaegar admired his eldest son's intelligence and pointed out his advantages: "Haiyan is great. If you ride on him, you can surpass his peers."

After Lannino was killed, the sea smoke seemed to be possessed, wandering around the Sea of Dorne all year round.

A giant dragon in the wild is not reassuring after all.

Besides, Haiyan is indeed a good choice.

As the dragon with the most battlefield experience among the four generations of dragons, its actual combat power even exceeds that of Syracuse and Yang Yan.

Proud and courageous temperament, and more importantly, loyal enough.

In addition, the appearance of Haiyan is also remarkable.

Soon after breaking the shell, the fishermen who discovered it called it "smoke on the sea", fascinating and dangerous.

Potential is very high!

Upon hearing this, Belron lowered his head silently: "Father, can I think about it again?"

Rhaegar did not force him, but looked at him differently and asked curiously: "Do you really want an adult dragon?"

If this is the case, there will be only one silver wing left in the family without an owner.

Berron continued to lower his head and said nothing.

Rhaegar was startled and stared at his eldest son.

This guy won't be eyeing Wormisor or Glutton, right?

Although my father is weak, his life is not short-lived.

It's not Wormisole, that's only…

A hint of amusement flashed in Rhaegar's eyes.

He still remembered that his second son Aemon saw Glutton for the first time when he was three years old and excitedly said he wanted the dragon.

Rhaenyra taught her son that a dragon will stay with its owner for life, unless one of them dies.

Aemon used his clever mind and asked Rhaegar directly: "Father, when will you die so that I can inherit your dragon?"

That night, the entire Red Fort echoed with the cries of the dutiful son.

If it weren't for his grandfather Wsserius, Bellon would almost become the only child.

Rhaegar thought for a moment and then said: "Well, since you want an adult dragon, you have to have a lot of patience."

Berlon raised his head in surprise, but he didn't expect his father to not object.

Rhaegar's eyes were gentle and he taught carefully: "Remember, you are my eldest son, the future heir to the Iron Throne, and you are by no means the cruel Maegor."

Megor I was a proud and arrogant king.

He disdained the dragon eggs and young dragons on Dragonstone, and was criticized by his sister-in-law and princes and ministers.

Later, after Aegon the Conqueror died of illness, the pride he had endured for many years was revealed.

Tamed the most powerful dragon in the world, Balerion, the Black Death, in one fell swoop.

Sounds very inspiring, but in fact, years of patience consumes a lot of spiritual energy.

Once he usurped the throne, he did many great things that made people angry.

He did not want his eldest son to follow Maegor's example and wait for him or his father Viserys for more than ten years to inherit the dragon from his ancestors.

Rhaegar was afraid that he would lose control and slap him to death with his big mouth.

Berron was obviously not stupid. He scratched his head and giggled: "I can't do it, father."

He does not reject silver wings and sea smoke.

There was just a feeling in the dark that made him always want to wait.

"As long as you understand." Rega rubbed his head and said, "I'm leaving to see your mother."

Berlon nodded in agreement and stayed where he was to watch his father walk out of the dragon's lair.

After a long time, the figure completely disappeared.

Berron bit his lower lip, as if hesitating over something.

Looking left and right, Aemon and Mekar were playing separately.

Berron used the excuse of relieving himself to avoid the sight of the dragon guard and sneaked into a giant dragon pit.

It was dark at the bottom of the pit, and I couldn't see even my fingers.

Berlon groped for the wall and vaguely heard a dull snoring sound coming from the depths of the dragon pit.

Gradually, the outline of a huge dragon head came into view.

Vhagar's vertical pupils were tightly closed, and his sagging lower jaw was resting on the rough ground, like an old man sleeping soundly on his bed.

Seeing this ancient giant, Belron's breath shortened and blood rushed to his forehead.

Three seconds later.

Berron quickly turned around and ran away as if to escape.

This is the dragon in his mind!

(End of this chapter)

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