Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 570

Chapter 570 The Great Wall and the Night Watch

Bronze Fury—Vormisor

Belron was startled when he heard this, and tears squeezed out of his eyes.

Viserys stretched out his hand to wipe his tears and said funnyly: "Why are you crying?"

"I don't want your dragon."

Belron's face tightened and he choked out a cry.

Viserys was confused, leaning down to look directly at the little guy.

Belron wiped away his tears and murmured in a low voice: "If I ride on your dragon, it means you are dead."

Viserys's heart softened.

"I don't want you to die."

Belron lowered his head and said reluctantly, "I don't want anyone to leave either."

If riding a dragon requires the lives of his loved ones, he would rather ride on a horse for the rest of his life.

"You have a wonderful baby."

Viserys was moved by this, took the hands of his eldest son and daughter, and said movedly: "Don't let down the children's kindness."

Rhaegar and Rhaenyra looked at each other and saw the relief in each other's eyes.

"My commitment stands."

Viserys stood up and gasped: "But I will live well and watch the family continue to prosper."

Rega smiled slightly, stretched out his hand to support his father, and said softly: "Of course, you are still in your prime."

"Haha, no need to coax me."

Viserys gasped, his laughter raspy.

"No, I'm serious."

Rhaegar looked determined: "I have found a way to cure your mental damage."

Rune - Dream-Eating Tapir, specializing in the spiritual realm.

If the father can learn, he should be relieved.

Viserys was dubious and changed the subject: "Go back to the Red Keep first. My grandchildren are still injured."

"Okay." Rhaenyra wiped the corners of her eyes and helped her father together.

Rhaegar held his two daughters in his arms, which were so heavy that it was really inconvenient.

Belron wanted to get closer, but his old father stared at him.

Rhaegar looked up and down and said thoughtfully: "From tomorrow until the end of Aegon's wedding, you and Aemon will settle in the Royal Academy."

"Grand Maester Orwell will teach us." Bellon said in surprise.

"No." Rega shook his head and refused, "You can't learn anything new in the Red Castle. Bachelor Mukun from the Wang Family Academy will help you broaden your horizons."

Since the establishment of the Royal Academy, there has been a mixture of aristocratic children and common people.

Among the royal members enrolled, only Aemond is the representative.

It's time to pay attention to the cultivation of future generations, especially emotionally.

"All right."

Bellon was crestfallen, wishing that the burns were more serious.

After entering the Wang Family Academy, with the severity of Bachelor Mu Kun, it is difficult to play in the Dragon's Cave again.

The next day.

The weather was clear and cloudless.

Red Castle, Princess Bedroom.

Tick tock, tick tock…

The weirwood branches stretched out to the balcony, and dewdrops dripped from the red leaves, making a crisp and sweet sound.

Rhaegar lay on the edge of the bed and buried his head in his arms.

On the bed, Daenerys's eyes were closed tightly, and her cheeks still had the blush after training the dragon.

The little girl's temperature rose yesterday, and the bachelor was helpless.

Rhaegar stayed up all night, sat on the edge of the bed and slept in his clothes.

"dragon…"

Suddenly, Daenerys frowned and murmured unconsciously.

Rega's mental energy was released, and he immediately noticed something strange about his daughter, and woke up drowsily.

"Dragon...burn them all..."

Daenerys's face gradually turned pale, and she shook her head as if to avoid it.

Rhaegar woke up instantly and quickly woke up his daughter: "Dany, wake up."

"Burn them all... burn them all..."

Daenerys was dazed, repeating this sentence over and over again.

Rhaegar was secretly anxious and took extraordinary measures.

"Cuckoo."

A gray light flashed between his eyebrows, and a gray toad jumped out.

Rhaegar caressed his daughter's forehead and murmured to himself: "The dream-eating toad eats away dreams."

"Cuckoo."

The dream-eating toad stared at a pair of dead fish eyes and lay on the pillow indifferently.

Rhaegar was stunned.

Unexpectedly, Daenerys slowly opened her eyes and woke up from her dream.

"Father."

Daenerys's eyes were confused, like a lost deer.

"I am here."

Rhaegar waved away the dream-eating toads, hugged his delicate and frail daughter, and asked carefully: "How do you feel when you wake up?"

Daenerys was stunned, nestled in her father's arms, and muttered absentmindedly: "I dreamed."

"What did you dream about?"

Rhaegar asked doubtfully.

Daenerys blinked and was suddenly startled: "I forgot."

Thinking of this, the little girl covered her head and racked her brain for memories.

"I dreamed about it."

"What were you dreaming about?"

Daenerys' eyes were wandering and she frowned with a headache.

It seemed like I had dreamed of something terrible.

But I can't remember anything.

Rega witnessed it and patiently persuaded: "Don't think about it anymore, don't be troubled by nightmares."

Maybe it was a precognitive dream.

But the dream that cannot be recalled is like the moon in the mirror.

Boom!

There was a knock on the door and Ilic's voice came:

"Your Majesty, there is a visitor from the north."

Rhaegar frowned and responded: "I know, wait a moment." "Yes, Your Majesty."

The footsteps outside the door are far away and quiet.

"Father."

Rhaegar lowered his head and met Daenerys' timid eyes.

Daenerys hesitated for a moment, then whispered: "Is the blizzard okay?"

That silver baby dragon must have been tamed by her.

Rhaegar chuckled and said: "It's very good. When you regain your energy, you can go to the dragon's lair to find it."

"Okay." Daenerys agreed.

"Before that, the little princess needs to get up and wash up."

Rhaegar winked, picked up his limp daughter, and warned: "You are already the master of Blizzard, and you will be like Anna in the future."

"Where are you going Anna?"

Daenerys thought about it and thought of talking to her sister who was very attached to her.

"They went to the Wang Family Academy."

Rega put on her coat for her daughter, carried her out and said, "You will go too when the time comes."

"ah?"

Daenerys was stunned for a moment.

At noon, the sun is high.

Director's Hall.

Rhaegar looked calm and hurriedly crossed the threshold.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."

Two middle-aged night watchmen wearing black robes and unshaven beards bowed and saluted.

Rhaegar nodded slightly and saw Leonor entertaining a gray-haired old man from the north.

Leonor stepped forward and introduced: "Your Majesty, this is Count Roderick Dustin of Wild Tombs."

Just as he was about to continue, the very old Roderick bowed and said in a rich voice: "Your Majesty, I come on behalf of my lord, Duke Cregan Stark of Winterfell."

Leonor was interrupted mid-sentence and clicked his tongue.

The Yankees are indeed arrogant and unreasonable.

Rhaegar smiled and joked: "Please get up, this is not the first time we have met, old Roderick."

"Haha, yes Your Majesty."

Born Roderick, he was a tall man with a smile that sounded like thunder from the ground.

Rhaegar got behind his desk. On the desk was a letter branded with the head of a direwolf. He opened it and said, "Cregen is a busy man. What trouble did he encounter that required you to come personally?"

After the tournament at God's Eye Lake, young Cregan became famous and gained considerable popularity in the North.

In 126 AC, Cregan came of age at the age of 16.

His uncle Bennard Stark was unwilling to give up his rights and insisted on continuing to serve as regent.

Cregan is strong-willed by nature, and the perseverance of the Stark family flows in his bones.

He quickly launched a coup, summoned his vassals to arrest his uncle Bennard, and sent his sons to the Great Wall to serve as night watchmen.

When Rhaegar learned of this incident, he admired his vigorous and resolute behavior and personally wrote to express his condolences.

After going back and forth, the monarch and his minister could barely be regarded as pen pals.

Roderick stared and spoke loudly: "Your Majesty, Duke Cregen is very kind, but he is in too much trouble."

"Just tell me why you're here."

Leonor poured a glass of red wine and said emotionally: "I believe Duke Cregan has given instructions in advance."

Rhaegar glanced at the two of them and opened the envelope.

Roderick choked, pulled the two night watchmen over, and said in a deep voice: "They know the specific issues better than me."

"Night watchman?"

Leonor's eyes flickered and he asked: "Guards of the Great Wall, what disturbs you to go south."

"Sir, the situation is critical."

A middle-aged man spoke with caution on his weathered face: "We are in the north. I wonder if you in the south have discovered a problem."

"What?" Leonor asked curiously.

The middle-aged man strode to the window, pointed at the golden sun, and said solemnly: "Since the 121 AC tournament at God's Eye Lake, the kingdom has gone through seven summers."

When Rhaegar heard this, he raised his eyebrows.

Leonor took over: "The climate of Westeros is changeable, and it is not uncommon to have several summers in a row."

The climate in Westeros is unpredictable and does not follow common sense.

Except for the North and Dorne, which have year-round cold winter and scorching heat, there are basically no four seasons in other places.

Sometimes it is spring and the weather is warm and pleasant.

Sometimes it is summer, suitable for planting crops.

In history, there have been severe winters that lasted for more than ten years, taking away the lives of many nobles and common people.

The middle-aged man shook his head and said bitterly: "It's not that we don't like summer. The long summer has made the temperature on the Great Wall warmer, and the Night Watch brothers are much better off."

However.

The middle-aged man wiped his face with hatred in his eyes: "For seven long summers, the barbarians outside the Great Wall were able to take a breather and organized an organized attack on the Great Wall. Many of us died."

At this time, Rhaegar finished reading the letter, closed his eyes and fell into deep thought.

Roderick pushed the night watchman away and said sincerely: "Your Majesty, the savages are attacking in large numbers, and the north needs the kingdom's assistance."

Rhaegar nodded slightly, it was clear from the letter.

Cregan made three requests, namely:

Raid the dungeons of the Red Keep and **** prisoners to the Wall to serve as night watchmen.

And call on a group of noble sons or commoners to join the ranks of the Night Watch.

The remaining two points are to hope that the kingdom will send an army to support the Great Wall to resist the savages.

Withdraw part of the money from the treasury to provide equipment and food for the Night Watch.

Rhaegar thought about it, motioned Leonor to come closer, and asked bluntly: "How much supplies did my father provide to the Night Watch when he was in power?"

Leonor regained his composure and said with a straight face: "During the period of Viserys I, he provided supplies to the Night Watch three times, each time with no less than two thousand gold dragon coins."

After a pause, he added appropriately: "During the period of King Renrui, he provided material supplies seventeen times and also donated two pieces of territory within the Great Wall."

"The brave Belron served as Hand of the King, twice provided supplies, and once patrolled the Great Wall with a dragon."

Leonor had a clear mind and listed all the previous kings and crown princes' help to the Night Watchmen.

Roderick and the two night watchmen also listened, and couldn't help but beat drums in their hearts.

The kingdom has provided so much help to the Night's Watch, and now it's asking the new king for supplies.

High investment and zero return, and if the situation continues, it will be difficult for the new king not to think that they are greedy.

The three of them were speechless, waiting for the new king's decision.

Rega pondered for a while and then decided: "My elders have all funded the Great Wall, so I am no exception."

"The prisoners in the dungeon will be taken away with you. The supplies in the letter will be doubled and will be withdrawn directly from the treasury."

No matter what, the Great Wall cannot be compromised.

(End of chapter)

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