Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 147

Chapter 147 Unexpected Harvest

Boom—

  Under the spray of dragon flames, the pirate ship almost rolled over, and the mast broke from it, smashing onto the deck.

The sailor who controlled the scorpion crossbow didn't even have a chance to dodge, and was smashed into pulp by the mast, and then annihilated under the dragon's flames.

 “Keep burning and sink the whole ship!”

Rhaegar took advantage of the victory to pursue, and ordered the gluttons to continue burning dragon flames.

Without the threat of the scorpion crossbow, the glutton didn't care about the arrows at all and stayed in mid-air, covering the entire pirate ship in green dragon flames.

Rhaegar sat upright in the saddle, looking carefully for any caught fish.

 Facing the fierce and terrifying pirates of the Three Women Kingdom for the first time, he did not dare to be careless.

 A single puff of dragon flame burns it all away, which is victory.

After a while, Rhaenys flew over with Melias and asked, "Rhaegar, are you in any danger?"

 “Fortunately, I saw the scorpion crossbow.”

Looking at the burned-to-ruins pirate ship below, Rhaegar stopped the glutton from continuing to spray dragon flames.

 “Haha, you are really cautious.”

Rhaenys held the reins with one hand and looked down at the miserable situation below.

 The whole ship was burned to the ground.

 Let alone pirates, their weapons have all turned into molten iron.

 “It's better to be cautious.”

Rhaegar smiled and flew Glutton towards the rescued merchant ship.

Rhaenys clicked her tongue and followed the dragon.

Back on the remote island where the battle just took place, the dragon flames on the pirate ship had not yet been extinguished, burning the crackling corpses.

The merchant ship was affected, its deck was completely burned, and its canvas was still burning.

 A burnt hatch was knocked open from the inside, and a group of poorly clothed poor people scrambled out.

 “All the slave traders are dead, let's run!”

 “The Lord of Light bless, the fire cleanses away sin…”

This group of people were old and young, men and women, most of them were sallow and thin, and they ran towards the deck in a panic.

 “These people are slaves?”

Rhaegar's expression changed when he heard the name slave trader, and his voice became cold.

Westeros opposes slavery and prohibits the slave trade.

This was the first time he encountered a so-called slave ship.

“Except for Westeros and Braavos, where slavery is outlawed, there are slaves all over the world.”

Rhaenys's reaction was flat, and her frown indicated that she was also resisting.

 She traveled around the world with her husband's fleet and saw too many slaves.

Especially in Lys, Myr, Tyrosh and the entire Slaver's Bay, slaves are everywhere, and their status is the same as that of livestock.

 “Want to go down and have a look?”

 Seeing Rhaegar's rejection, Rhaenys suggested.

“It's okay, this ship won't last long, let's move this group of people to other merchant ships.”

Rhaegar nodded and drove the glutton down.

 “Dragon King…Dragon King…”

Seeing the dragon approaching, the slaves knelt down one after another in fear.

The Dragon King family of the old Valyrian period also left a deep memory to the continent of Essos.

Rhaegar looked around and said loudly: "Where are you slaves and where are you shipped to?"

“Great Lord of Dragons, we have been trafficked from all over the world, and this ship is bound for Pentos.”

 A thin, elderly man knelt on the ground and replied with a hoarse voice.

 “Pantos?”

Rhaegar was slightly startled.

Pentos is located in the Free Trade City-state and has signed an agreement with Braavos to prohibit the slave trade.

 On second thought, Pentos is not Braavos, which was founded by Westeros and slaves.

Slavery is banned on the surface, but who cares about raising slaves secretly?

Just as he was thinking about it, one of the kneeling slaves crawled out and moved towards the deck stealthily.

 “He's a pirate!”

 Someone shouted, exposing the fleeing people.

Without waiting for the pirate to react, the slaves on the left and right stood up and subdued him to the ground, punching and kicking him. Rhaegar looked on coldly and did not stop him.

He just felt something was wrong with this person.

 The other slaves were skinny, but he was fat and strong.

Suddenly, the sound of a sharp blade piercing through was heard, and the besieging slaves dispersed in panic.

Rhaegar glanced away.

A thin foreign girl stood up, holding a dagger in one hand and the pirate's head in the other.

The foreign girl threw away the dagger, panted slightly with her flat chest, and moved toward the front of the deck.

 Other slaves saw her and moved out of the way.

When she reached a group of slaves, the foreign girl knelt down with a bang, holding the pirate's head in her hands, lowering her head and saying nothing.

Rhaegar looked at her. She was as thin as a stick, with long messy black hair, and a pale, foreign face.

 “What's your name?”

Rhaegar asked curiously about how quickly the other party killed people.

 “Sarah!”

The Fanbang girl's voice was hoarse and she looked extremely weak.

 “Are you a slave too?”

 “I'm not sold yet.”

The girl from Fanbang denied her status as a slave and was shaky in her words.

Rhaegar glanced at the woman in the slave pile and said, "Take care of her. A fleet will take you away in the evening."

 A very courageous girl, but he is not in the mood to deal with trivial matters now.

“Great Dragon Lord, where will the fleet take us?”

 The skinny old man asked tremblingly.

Rhaegar hesitated and looked at Rhaenys in the sky.

This group of people were all slaves and could not be sold and were difficult to relocate.

Rhaenys saw his dilemma and said: "Transport them to Tidal Head Island first, and those who can't find a job will be transported to King's Landing."

 She is very skilled in this aspect.

Those who can become slaves, in addition to women and children, are mostly young laborers and various craftsmen.

 With a stable environment, it is not difficult to survive.

 “Okay, let's do it.”

 Lega nodded in agreement and planned to return to Chaotou Island.

"etc!"

 The foreign girl hurriedly spoke out and said excitedly: "Your noble prince, I have a treasure to dedicate to you."

Lega paused and asked in confusion: "Oh, what treasure?"

There are several merchant ships nearby, and they may have some rare treasures.

 His explorer mission requires this treasure with a long history and strange material.

 “It's a long sword made of Valyrian steel!”

 The Fanbang girl answered immediately.

“Where is the Valyrian steel sword?”

Rhaegar's eyes lit up when he heard this and he was very excited.

A Valyrian steel sword is worth thousands of gold, and there are not many in all of Westeros.

Furthermore, Valyrian steel contains magic, and if accompanied by certain special experiences, it can trigger explorer missions.

“In the slave owner's cabin, he used the sword to chop off the head of a female slave to demonstrate the sharpness of the sword.”

 Sarah said weakly.

The skinny old man was shocked when he heard this, and hurriedly urged the strong young man beside him: "Hurry, go and find that sword for the Dragon Lord."

Other slaves rushed into the ruined cabin, searching around despite the scorching heat and charred wood.

 Soon, a charred corpse was dug out.

A jet-black long sword fell beside the charred corpse.

The skinny old man took the long sword and carefully wiped the ashes with a piece of paraffin, revealing the true appearance of the Valyrian steel long sword.

　　A whole Valyrian steel sword, crowdfunding for a good name.

 (End of this chapter)

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