Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 520

Chapter 520 Treasures in the Land of Changxia

At night.

The sky was dark and the campfire illuminated the station.

“Wipe your body quickly, don't get cold.”

Rhaegar, with wet hair and a black robe draped over one arm, strode into the tent.

Helena's face was pale, her body was wet, and her hair was messy and stuck to her hair.

The little girl was very bold and walked into the tent without being shy.

Change clothes together.

Lanner had a serious look on her face, dried her wet long curly hair, and walked into her tent.

At this time, the three giant dragons, including the glutton, were lying on the ground panting, and the dried water vapor was steaming from their scales.

The station is quite far away from the Sea of Smoke.

He ran around for a day, destroyed several fleets in Slaver's Bay, and finally rushed back in a violent storm.

Even the dragon gets tired.

Menghuo was lying on the hillside, with a new tent appearing on the edge of the light blue dragon wings.

There were a lot of people moving in the tent, and sad prayers could be heard faintly.

At midnight, the dark clouds dispersed.

The bright moonlight shines down, washing the barren land after the haze.

Taking advantage of the darkness, a slender scarlet dragon shadow flew over, flapped its broad wings and fell straight down.

Boom—

Colakxiu was in an excited state and landed on the ground actively.

A human figure fell from the dragon's back and rolled out several times in the dust.

The sound naturally alarmed the station.

Rhaegar, naked from the waist up, opened the curtain of the camp tent and stuck his head out to take a look.

The moment the curtain was pulled open, a white figure flashed past inside.

“Daemon!”

Lannar ran out at some point and found Colakxiu and the falling figure.

Hurry forward without hesitation.

“I'm here.”

Suddenly, a playful voice sounded, and a figure slid down from Colakxiu's back.

Damon's armor was intact, he excitedly picked up the falling figure, and raised the corners of his lips: "You guys walked too fast, I caught an interesting guy."

“Woooooo~~”

By the moonlight, the figure's face can be seen clearly.

A tall, scruffy man with white hair.

“Dragon species?”

Lanner glanced at it and frowned in confusion.

Damen picked up the sloppy man's collar and walked to the camp. He said calmly: "More than that, I hope to get useful information from him."

Not far away, Rhaegar changed his clothes.

Helena's face was pink, her head buried in her chest, and her hands were tied behind her back to tie the buttons.

Just about to have a good sleep.

A few minutes later, everyone gathered at Daemon's tent.

Rhaegar looked around. In the corner were crouched Valyrian slaves who had not yet had time to interrogate them.

Different from the shivering of slaves.

Daemon sat on a chair with a golden sword, one foot on the table, and one foot stepping on the sloppy man.

"what's the situation?"

Rhaegar spoke with a slight guess.

Damon laughed, kicked the sloppy man, and said generously: "A thief who claims to have seen the **** Dragon King will definitely be able to interrogate useful information from his mouth."

Rhaegar became interested and looked up and down at the sloppy man.

His hair was dirty and the original color could not be seen. He was kneeling on the ground and shaking all over, with an extremely frightened expression on his face.

With just one glance, Rega's interest dimmed.

At first glance he looks like a strong man, but in fact he is a weakling who bullies the weak and fears the strong.

It is difficult to gain anything from this kind of person.

“Nephew, don't underestimate any little person.”

Damon smiled uncertainly, stepped on the sloppy man's fingers and squeezed them hard, his voice cold: "Say! All the information you think is useful!"

　　“Yes, I say so.”

The slovenly man was obviously frightened by the giant dragon, and said tremblingly: "The new Dragon King is a sheep herder, and I also bought wool from him."

“His family lives in a remote countryside and originally had no surname.”

“The ships of the Three Kingdoms entered Meereen, and the Good Lords began to recruit Valyrian men.”

“As soon as he heard that there was a dragon, the new Dragon King signed up to participate and was taken seriously.”

boom-

Damon took the helmet, hit the sloppy man on the head, and said coldly: "Tell me some useful news, don't challenge my patience."

“I said! I said!”

The slovenly man said with blood all over his head: "The new Dragon King has promised that as long as the good Lord finds a dragon for him, he will be able to ride on it and become a dragon controller."

“The good ones believed in him and invited wizards from Asshai to perform divination.”

“Although we don't know the outcome, the good people who went out to find the dragon must have something to do with the new Dragon King.”

I said a lot in one breath and was out of breath.

The slovenly man was hollowed out. The severe pain was like a spear being stabbed into his brain, and he fainted from fear.

Seeing this, Damon looked at him coldly and said calmly: "It's useless."

“The information he said is of some use.”

Rhaegar crossed his arms and looked calm.

“Well, I know some information.”

In the corner, a thin man with curly brown hair raised his hand.

Helena combed her hair and glanced lightly.

Lanner looked directly at the other person and said quickly: "Don't be afraid, tell me the information you know, and no one will hurt you."

"Thanks."

The thin man was grateful for the victory and said timidly: "When I was sent to the ship, I was a slave of the Great Pyramid."

“While I was cleaning the toilet, I heard the good people at the Great Pyramid talking.”

“What did you say?” Rhaegar braced himself and asked.

“They say, collect maps of the Land of Long Summer.”

The thin man swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his throat was moist and thirsty, and he said tremblingly: "It seems to be the suggestion of the new Dragon King. There is a treasure left by their family in the Land of Changxia."

“Where is the specific location?”

Rhaegar became interested and lowered his arms.

The thin man glanced longingly at the red wine on the table, and forced out a flattering sneer.

"Drink." Lannar had a soft heart, so she filled up Damon's half-drunk glass and handed it to him.

"Thank you so much."

The thin man thanked him repeatedly, holding the wine glass and drinking heavily.

The wine flowed down his chin and was wiped away by his palms. He put it to his mouth and licked the aroma of the wine.

Damon glanced sideways, his expression terrifyingly cold.

You independently requested to take his wine glass. Did you get his consent?

Lanner didn't even look at him and said softly: “Keep talking.”

“Yes, kind lady.”

The thin man was extremely satisfied and said in detail: "I don't know the specific location, but it seems to be closer to Cedar Island, and the Sea of Smoke is very dangerous. The good masters only dare to let the slaves die."

“I guess the location of the treasure must be more dangerous, and even the slave soldiers in the fleet don't know it.”

Hearing this, Rega and the other four looked at each other in shock.

The message is very useful, very useful.

Unfortunately, there is no specific location, leaving anxious people scratching their heads.

Rhaegar winked and said, "All of you, get out."

The thin man immediately got up, and together with others, dragged the sloppy man away.

Soon, everyone inside and outside the camp was emptied.

Rhaegar mused: "Fitznik is a dragon king family known for its fertility, and is very keen on leaving opportunities for future generations."

The Dragon King Ruins in Mir is one of them.

Hence, the information about the thin man is likely to be true.

The land of Changxia really contains the treasures of the Fitznik clan.

Helena smoothed her hair and said softly: "Without a specific location, it's still a waste of effort."

“But it's valuable!”

Damen leaned back in his chair and said with deep eyes: "The treasure of a Dragon King family is of immeasurable value."

“We don't know the location.”

Lannaer replied.

“Then go and find him. The good lord of Meereen and the **** dragon king must be clear about it.” Daemon thought clearly.

Rhaegar thought over and over and analyzed: "This fleet is rushing to find the young dragon, which proves that in their eyes, the value of the young dragon is more than the treasure."

Hand side proves that the treasure place is not easy to find.

Besides, the new Dragon King dares to say that he will definitely be able to ride on the dragon's back. Maybe he has the legacy of his ancestors.

For example, binding spells and the like.

Daemon was silent, trying to figure out how to unearth the treasure's hiding place.

Finally, Rhaegar made the final decision: "The Yanhai blockade has been broken, our mission has been completed, and we should not waste any more time."

“Go back?”

Helena's eyes lit up and she was eager to try.

"Yes!" Rhaegar nodded: "Instead of staying here, it is better to return to Westeros and take a good rest."

During this period, both humans and dragons have difficulty eating and chasing, and they continue to work at high intensity.

The fleet arrived late, and it was a useless effort.

Daemon thought for a while and expressed his thoughts: "That's fine, wait until the fleet gathers, first Volantis, and then threaten Slaver's Bay."

Rhaegar did not answer, but nodded at Damon and Lannar, and returned to the camp with Helena.

The possibility of the new dragon king and dragon species to tame the dragon has been eliminated, eliminating a major worry.

The rest must be completely eradicated by the New Dragon King.

Otherwise, I will always feel uneasy.

Seven days later.

　　RIS, tower.

Four giant dragons descended one after another and entered the roofless dragon cave.

Rhaegar slid down the dragon's back and asked Daemon, "Aren't you going to stay to rest?"

Damon walked up to Colakxiu, rubbed the scarlet dragon's kiss with his hands, and said calmly: "No, I will return to Tyrosh after feeding Colakxiu the sheep."

Corakxiu's snake-like long neck leaned forward, and the dragon's head looked at Vhagar's back as he entered the dragon's pit.

Soon, the dragon dragon people drove a group of sheep to feed several hungry dragons.

When Corakxiu had eaten and drank enough, Daemon climbed onto the dragon's back.

Lanner held her left arm with one hand and looked at her silent husband quietly.

Da Meng couldn't stand the reproachful look in his eyes, so he turned around to ride the dragon and leave.

“Damon!”

Suddenly, Lanner called out his name after several hesitations.

Damon turned around and looked at her condescendingly.

For a moment, the couple's eyes met.

Lannar saw a part of indifference and a part of boredom at a loss.

Suddenly, I wanted to speak but I suppressed it.

A few seconds later, Damon regained his cool face and gave the order: "Fly, Corakxiu!"

Colak Xiu obeyed the command form, like a snake's body winding and undulating, and its two wide flesh wings flapped and took off.

Come in a hurry, go in a hurry.

Rhaegar watched the whole process, feeling extremely complicated and not knowing how to speak.

Compared to Damon, he is not much better.

Nothing more than that, as a sister and wife, Rhaenyra was more tolerant of him.

The two of them got pregnant early and had an heir, so there was no need to argue about inheritance rights.

The heir is always a hurdle that "rights" cannot overcome.

“Let's go, Lanner.”

Helena was considerate, took the arm of the silent Lanner, and dragged the other person's heavy footsteps back to the tower.

Rhaegar followed closely behind.

High tower.

At this moment, someone arrived at the port earlier than them and received the reception from the Queen and the MPs.

Parliament Hall.

Rhaenyra wore a black strapless dress with gold and silver strands of hollow dragon-shaped ornaments.

A person sits on the main seat with one leg crossed.

Looking down at her head lightly, she showed the aloofness and nobility of a queen.

In front of the conference table.

A foreign man in brown clothes, with black hair and olive complexion, and shrewd eyes.

Bold, standing still with squinting eyes.

The lean chest wears a harpy badge.

At a glance, he is a merchant from Slaver's Bay.

(End of this chapter)

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