Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 623

Chapter 623 Two smokes on the sea

King's Landing, the forecourt of the Red Keep.

Rhaegar walked quickly and said in a brisk tone, "I heard that Volantis's ships are full of docks?"

“The mud door is still a bit small.”

Dylan followed beside him, joking seriously.

Nephew Mekar returned to King's Landing, bringing with him a dozen large ships of Essos continental specialties, and was moving the goods at the dock.

Daeron was young and brave, and suddenly asked: "I heard what happened to Lord Leonor."

That was a prime minister who did his duty, but was not protected well.

Rhaegar was silent for a moment and nodded gently: "Lord Leonor's efforts will be rewarded."

The eldest son was attacked, and several dukes and earls loyal to the royal family were killed.

Even if the eldest son plans to take revenge personally, he must recover some interest in advance.

The only question is who is behind the scenes.

The Iron Islands, the Bluffs or the Remnants of the Three Kingdoms?

Seeing that his elder brother had lost his smile, Darren realized that he had said the wrong thing and changed the subject: "It is not necessarily a bad thing for Lord Leonor to retire and return to his hometown. Although his two sons are dead, Sir Harwin left him Three lovely grandchildren.”

“Oh, that's good.”

Rhaegar was a little stunned and asked confusedly: "When did Harwin get married?"

The dignified Commander of the City Guards, I never heard that he is married.

“It's a marriage with the daughter of a minor nobleman in the Western Region. The wedding was only held hastily in Shili City.”

Derlen read a lot and said with a smile: "I also heard that Master Leonor named a blond grandson Laris in memory of his crooked-footed youngest son."

Rhaegar was also happy and suddenly asked: "Blonde?"

The Strong family's appearance features are brown hair, lion noses, and their caste characteristics are surprisingly tough.

“Yes, the three grandsons are all blond and blue-eyed, and their high nose bridges make them look very handsome.”

Dylan continued to ramble.

Hearing this, Rhaegar suddenly fell silent.

Could it be that a marriage in name only created a miracle of changing caste characteristics?

“What's the matter, brother?”

Derlan realized it later, and then fell silent.

He lowered his head helplessly and picked at the thin skin on his fingernails.

As they walked, Rhaegar couldn't bear it anymore and asked in a low voice, "Where did Aemond go?"

No matter who the real culprit is, let's start with the Ironborn of the Iron Islands.

If you don't kill and bleed like a river, I'm sorry for the loyal and honest minister.

“Aemond ran to Storm's End as soon as he got off the battlefield.”

Dylan looked embarrassed.

Looking at that resigned look, you knew there was something fishy.

Rhaegar's eyes narrowed and he said displeasedly: "His marriage to Cassandra has been cancelled, so why are he still going to Storm's End?"

Him is not welcome in the Stormlands.

Dylan had a hard-to-speak expression, and he said slowly: "Um, Mrs. Elena..."

Further down, I really can't say anything.

Rhaegar frowned, secretly wondering how he could mention the widow of Duke Boros.

“He, they both...”

Daeron's face turned red with shame, and he gritted his teeth: "Aemond abandoned Lady Celine and got together with Lady Elena."

"ah?"

Hearing this, Rhaegar's eyes darkened.

“He! How dare you?”

Rhaegar almost stumbled and lost his balance, gritting his teeth in secret hatred.

That was the widow of the Duke of Oneland and the half-powerful regent of Storm's End.

Even in terms of age, he is not younger than Allison!

“Brother, don't be angry yet.”

Derlan looked serious: "Eamond didn't cause any trouble, he just didn't behave well in his private life."

“More than indiscreet!”

Rhaegar could not hold himself any longer.

As far as he knew, the late Cassandra and the unmarried Floris both had relationships with Aemond.

This is not enough, do you have to go straight to the nest?

“How Alison teaches children!”

Rhaegar rolled his eyes, waved his hand and walked forward: "Send a message to the raven of Storm's End and ask Aemond to ride a dragon to attack the Iron Islands. You must teach the ironborn a profound lesson."

It should be used or used.

Leaving so much mess for him, why do you still want to mess it up like Aegon?

Can't!

The next day, a royal meeting was held.

Rhaegar sat on the throne, with his father Viserys and his uncle Daemon on either side of his head.

The remaining imperial ministers lined up on the left and right.

Across the conference table, Aemon and Mekar sat side by side, facing their father who looked majestic.

“My lords, Qohor has won the battle, what will happen next?”

Rhaegar knocked on the black stone ball with green stripes and looked around.

“Of course we'll fight!”

Eamonn was excited and was the first to raise his hand to speak.

Meka's little face was tense, and her little hands secretly pulled her brother's sleeves to signal him to be quiet.

Rhaegar glanced at two people and ignored them selectively: "Who can tell me?"

The eldest son is not in King's Landing, and the second son and third son are also the future princes of a city, so it is necessary to gain access to rights in advance.

But, they don't have the right to speak.

The scene was a bit deserted. Damon leaned back in his chair and said casually: "I agree with my grandnephew's suggestion. Foreigners are dishonest if they don't fight."

“That's right.”

Eamonn smiled and was very energetic.

“Quiet!” Rhaegar shouted, interrupting the second son's nonsense.

Compared to the eldest son and the third son, even the weak fourth son, this boy is a thorn in the side.

After being taught a lesson, Aemon withered like a blade of grass.

Immediately, Rega looked sideways at his good uncle and said seriously: "Tell me what you think, the Four Cities Alliance is not broken yet."

At the end of the ten-year long summer, the prophecy of the conqueror loomed.

The most urgent task is that the kingdom has two major things to do!

1. Strengthen centralization of power and recruit an army strong enough to resist at any time before disaster strikes.

2. Defeat threats outside the mainland, led by the Four Cities Alliance, the Iron Islands, and the Basilisk Islands.

Only after these two things are resolved can we have the capital to overcome all difficulties.

Damon has not heard of the prophecy of "A Song of Ice and Fire" and has his own considerations: "With Qohor as a nail, the family will truly establish a foothold in the continent of Essos."

After a pause, he pulled out a map covering two continents from the conference table and pointed at the location of Novos: "The Four Cities Alliance will have geographical, military, and financial advantages, but they cannot be in one place and have greater strength. discount."

Damon pointed out the enemy's loopholes and accurately grasped it: "As long as the defense line of Novus is destroyed, the Four Cities Alliance will not be able to cross the Novus Mountain. One man will be able to block the barrier and no one can open it."

Rhaegar frowned slightly and then lowered his gaze.

The northern mountains of the eastern continent of Essos are criss-crossed, and the most famous one is the Noss Mountains, which spans the four directions of east, west, north and south.

With the advantage of the dragon, if it can be captured, the other three city-states will not be able to join forces. Even within the mainland, there is no way to have an impact on Qohor.

“It's a good idea.”

Viserys rubbed his chin and hesitated: "But after this battle, the treasury's money has been greatly depleted. Continuing the war is not conducive to capital turnover."

Most of the revenue of the national treasury relies on the three city-states on the other side of the strait.

If the war continues for a long time, maritime trade will also be suspended.

“Father, we don't have much time, we must solve this problem as soon as possible.”

Rhaegar reminded in a low voice, worried about the situation in the north.

Just a few days ago, he received news from the Great Wall again.

The savages outside the Great Wall gathered together and approached in a mighty manner.

There are rumors that giants and mammoths appear among the savage army.

This is very unusual and goes against common sense.

Viserys said melancholy: "You know, war requires money."

“That's right, the treasury can't afford that kind of money.”

Lin Man's eyes were dim and he said slowly and logically: "The income of the three city-states was invested in the construction of fortifications on the Stone Step Islands. Not long ago, they also allocated funds to the Green Blood River, which cost a lot."

As a qualified finance minister and treasury manager, even the king would not want to spend a gold dragon indiscriminately.

Being unable to make ends meet is a taboo for harming the country.

Before Rhaegar could retort, Daemon took the lead and retorted: "Lord Linman, do you know how fierce the war is across the sea? It is more troublesome than sitting in a pile of money and counting money."

　　Not only is he sarcastic, but he also speaks in a weird manner.

Lin Man blew his beard angrily and glared at his age: "Prince, no one forced you to go to war. The children and grandchildren of my family have also sacrificed their lives for the country."

“Haha, what a generation of loyal people.”

Damon took a sip of wine, with a half-smile on his lips.

How can a minister who has never seen war understand the cruelty of blood and fire.

Seeing the quarrel intensifying, Tailan, who returned casually, spoke cautiously: "Your Majesty, I think it is still necessary to fight, but the direction may be better in Slaver's Bay."

His brother is still in the dungeon in Slaver's Bay.

“Please be quiet first, Lord Tailan.”

Rhaegar glanced sideways, a little speechless.

Tailan smiled and huddled up.

The rest of the ministers, the Grand Bachelor and the Chief of Intelligence did not speak.

Jaspie, the Minister of Justice, hesitated for a moment and said in a low voice: "Your Majesty, whether there is a war or not, King's Landing needs a qualified Prime Minister."

“This is the most fruitful proposal!”

Viserys' eyes lit up and he clapped the table in agreement.

Leonor's resignation caused a lot of psychological pressure on him.

Rhaegar looked around. The ministers were not interested in the war, but they were very excited about electing a new prime minister.

"well!"

With a sigh in his heart, Rega waved his hand casually: "According to what everyone said, are there any good candidates?"

He knew the character of these ministers, including his father, very well.

Internal fighting is the best thing to do, and external fighting is the best thing to do outside.

I don't know anything about important matters, and I pretend to be deaf and dumb to shirk responsibility.

　　They hold on to small things and argue endlessly like shopping for groceries in a busy market.

Unable to decide on the election of prime minister, they can't even think of discussing a combat strategy.

After saying that, Rhaegar put one hand on his forehead and looked back to the side of his head.

Damon smiled playfully and raised his glass to toast his nephew.

He just couldn't stand the situation of the Imperial Council, so he spent all day hanging out in the city guard and Flea Bottom.

Rhaegar winked, indicating that they would chat privately.

“Uh-huh.” Damon took a big gulp of the drink and held the Dark Sister around his waist.

As a dragon prince, you should also fulfill your responsibilities.

Time flies, three days later.

Broken Ship Bay.

“Hiss!”

An ugly mud dragon flew across the bay, flapping its brown, muddy wings.

Ugly is a little bit ugly, but it's better because of its huge size.

No matter which direction you look at it, it has a sense of absurdity that is both vicious and ugly at the same time.

“Hurry up, you sheep thief!”

Aemond is riding on the back of a dragon. He wears a slim-fitting black blouse and long silver hair.

The one eye scanned Dorne below, revealing unruly hatred.

One man and one dragon moved quickly and disappeared into the clouds in a blink of an eye.

　　I don't know how long it took.

“Hiss!”

A rapid dragon roar resounded, and a giant light silver dragon rushed out of the thick clouds.

Near the Stone Steps Islands, several pirate ships from the Three Women Kingdom were running rampant.

Boom—

The sea smoke rushed down and sprayed all over the sails and deck.

Pirates were intercepting an Oldtown cargo ship, which was instantly submerged in dragon flames.

After taking care of the familiar enemies, the Haiyan Dragon flew back to the sea of clouds with its head held high and dexterously.

However, when avoiding the scorpion crossbow, the sideways movement is a little stiff.

There was a big hole in the membrane of one side of the dragon's wing, which was caused by the injury last time.

Hurrah, clack, clack…

The waves crashed and the pirate ship gradually sank.

Boom—

A pale shadow crossed the vast sea and rushed into the high clouds.

If you look carefully, you can find that there is a **** **** left in the grayish-white wing membrane on one side.

The long, slender and sharp dragon tail swayed, like the tip of a bee needle covered in a layer of coagulated blood.

Two smoke-colored dragon shadows flashed one after another, and the sea surface returned to calm.

“There's a boat here, look!”

The sunken ship has been extinguished, and a pirate ship from the Sannu Kingdom, Shi Shiran, arrived.

Smelling the residual sulfur smell of the nearby dragon flames, a dozen pirates did not dare to stay longer and hurriedly looted half of the ships in Old Town.

“There is someone here.”

　　A bearded pirate opened the hatch, and the sun shone on a group of sallow-faced slaves.

Facing the light, two silver-haired men hugged each other, their purple eyes showing hope.

“Saved.”

(End of this chapter)

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