Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 212

Chapter 212 Helena's Determination

 Tap tap tap…

There was a sound of footsteps, and Rhaegar and Rhaenyra entered the hall.

Viserys's eyes lit up and he beckoned: "Rhaegar, come to your father."

Rhaegar approached with a smile, and out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of Mushroom and the others running away.

Viserys smiled brightly and subconsciously placed his hands on the armrests of the Iron Throne.

His palm touched the armrest made of the sword, and a **** **** was immediately cut into his palm.

 “Hiss! Damn it!”

Viserys took a breath and shook his hand in annoyance.

 In his hurry, he forgot to pay attention to the sharp blade on the Iron Throne.

"Father…"

 The demand for marriage has basically come to an end.

 The wound that my father cut had never healed, and even the Ouroboros could not fully treat it.

 “Father, I don't quite agree.”

Viserys sighed and held his forehead helplessly.

 He looked at the wound worriedly.

Being cared for carefully by his children, Viserys shook his head and laughed, took the handkerchief and applied it to the wound.

Most of them are staunchly haters of Dorne.

 Marrying a Targaryen princess, Dorne withdrew its troops and maintained peace for a period of time.

 Outside of the Red Fort.

 He wants to pass the news to Prince Keolen to make better choices for the next decision.

　　A small cut, and blood seeped out in strands, and it flowed all over the hand in an instant.

 A room in the Red Keep.

“Rhaegar, do you think Dorne's marriage conditions should be agreed to?”

The window of the room opened, and a pair of dark-skinned hands stretched out holding the raven.

 There was previously the Battle of the Stone Step Islands caused by the Three Women's Kingdom.

This is the opinion he is eager to hear now.

Viserys asked with an open look and returned to the topic.

Settler stuck his head out, looked around cautiously, and closed the window again.

 The raven flew leisurely in the sky, heading in the direction of Dorne.

Viserys said melancholy.

 Targaryen refused to marry, Dorne sent troops, and a wider war broke out.

 “Go and bring the news back to Sunspear.”

“Okay, okay, it's just a small wound, there's no need to mobilize so much troops.”

 I feel a little worried.

 “Oh, let me think about it.”

Rhaenyra took out a veil and passed it through the dense collection of swords under the Iron Throne.

　　Keolun sent an envoy to request marriage at this time, for two purposes.

 Later, Dorn supported the Three Women Kingdom and got involved in the war.

 He is the father, as if he is vulnerable.

Rhaegar had already thought of his words and said thoughtfully: "Dorn is waging war while seeking peace through marriage, which shows no sincerity."

 He already knew the news of the defeat of the Three Women Kingdom.

"I understand that. The kingdom and Dorne are like fire and water."

The big hand was released, and the raven flapped its wings and flew far away from the Red Keep.

 “How are you?”

Rhaegar stepped forward, climbed the steps to the Iron Throne, and walked to his father.

Viserys pinched his bleeding palm and forced a smile: "It's okay. Just go back and ask the maester to bandage it."

 How could it be okay?

Seeing this scene, the expressions of the siblings changed.

During this period, he saw the attitude of the imperial ministers.

Rhaegar was silent, feeling uncomfortable in his heart.

 Suddenly, a pebble flew from the ground.

With a bang, it hit one of the raven's wings hard.

 “Quack…”

The raven screamed and fell to the ground.

Hiliu, who had curly brown hair, walked out of the darkness with a smile on his lips.

Grabbed the writhing raven on the ground, pulled out the letter pot from his leg, and said with his tongue: "I really want to report the message."

He took the letter, broke the raven's neck, and threw it into the moat.

 Tylosi, the garden of wine.

 In a high pavilion surrounded by exotic flowers and plants, several people were sitting around a round table.

 The great king of Tyrosh, an old man in brocade robes.

 A Mir youth with curly black hair and olive skin.

There were three other people sitting on the side of the Mill youth.

 A tall, fat man with dark skin and luxurious clothes.

 A tall, thin old man with blond hair.

 An ordinary young man with short black hair.

Opposite them, Sandro Rogar of Lys and his brother, Sandro Rogar, sat together.

Lissandra Luojiaer has silver hair and blue eyes, a kind face, and a smile on his lips.

 At first glance, he looks like a young and promising philanthropist.

The old man in brocade robes patted the table with a gloomy expression: "The mercenaries in front have all been wiped out, and we have lost the Stone Step Islands."

"It's all because of your carelessness that the army was burned down by the dragon."

The fat black man in Mills looked angry and not polite at all.

 In order to hire mercenaries, he invested a lot of money.

 “The army is gone, we have lost the war!”

The thin old man from Myr wielded his scepter and his voice was hoarse.

“Think about what to do, should we stop fighting and abandon the Stepped Stone Islands in despair?”

Sandro looked ugly and just wanted to make up his mind quickly.

 If the quarrel continues, 30% of the Allied Powers will be dispersed.

As soon as the words were spoken, the attic became quiet. A group of tycoons with countless fortunes lowered their heads and calculated the gains and losses.

 The last war failed and the Three Cities Allies suffered heavy losses.

At that time, many people present were not yet the kings and governors of their respective city-states.

 Due to the failure of the war, the previous batch of monarchs and governors were on the verge of bankruptcy and were attacked by groups.

 In a **** and cruel overt and covert struggle, the top leaders of the Three Cities Allied Powers were reshuffled.

The old man in golden robes assassinated the then king, spent a lot of money to bribe officials, and elected a new king.

The same was true for several governors of Mile.

Reese's predecessor was charged with the defeat of the war. He was captured by the people and cut off his head in public.

Lissandra Rogar originally did not want to be elected governor.

However, he is too rich, and the wealthy people in Reese only believe in people who are richer than them.

 He reluctantly became the new governor.

Now, everyone present is the beneficiary of the failure of the last war.

 They are also aware of the serious consequences of failure in the war.

This is exactly the cruelty of the electoral system of the Free Trade City.

"Fight! At this point in the war, there is no room for us to retreat."

The swarthy fat man slapped the table and took the lead in expressing his stance.

His family fortune has been invested in the war, and he will go bankrupt if he just waits for the war to fail.

　　The Myr youth frowned: "No matter how we fight, all the mercenaries will die, and the remaining ones can't be hired for any money."

 “No need to hire.”

Lissandra was very calm and said rationally: "The mercenaries are unreliable, we can start from Slaver's Bay."

 “Buy a slave?”

The swarthy fat man's face became even darker, and he was very sensitive to spending money.

 “No, buy the Unsullied!”

Lissandra said: "I contacted the great lord of Astapor, and we paid for three thousand Unsullied, enough to deal with the thousands of troops in Westeros."

  There are three cities in Slaver's Bay.

 Yunkai, Astapor, Meereen.

 The three cities are rich in slaves and mercenaries, making them the largest slave country in the world.

Astapor is most famous for its castrated slave army - the Unsullied.

 Each Unsullied person is raised and trained from a 5-year-old boy.

Going through many cruel selections, losing emotions, pain, and self.

 Hence, the Unsullied's combat power is extremely elite.

 Never steal, rob or rape.

 Be obedient to the slave master 100% according to the orders and prohibitions.

 There was an astonishing record of three thousand Unsullied defeating 50,000 Dothraki knights head-on.

 A new proposal appeared, and everyone present had their own plans.

“The price of the Unsullied is extremely expensive. Even if I buy three thousand people, I will have to resell the property.”

The old man in brocade robes thought deeply.

Lissandra said indifferently: "Good things are always expensive, we can share them equally."

The Myr young man reluctantly said: "In front of the dragon's breath, elites like the Unsullied are just tougher bugs."

 The power of the dragon on the frontal battlefield is undoubted.

No matter how many people there are, they can't stop the dragon's flames, and they can't escape the fate of being turned into charcoal.

“The Battle of Bloodstone Island is over. The army in Westeros does not exceed 5,000 people. The Unsullied can land on the loosely defended Gray Gallows Island at night and use the geographical advantage to delay the war.”

 In Lissandra's opinion, confronting a dragon head-on is something only fools can do.

In the last Stone Step Islands War, the crab feeders took advantage of the terrain and delayed the war indefinitely.

Velaryon and Daemon Targaryen's armies were nearly overwhelmed.

Had it not been for Damon to lure the enemy alone, the pirates of the Three Women Kingdom hiding in the cave would have rushed out in a swarm.

 Nor will it end in a disastrous defeat.

“It's a good idea, but there are several Targaryen dragons, and we still don't have the upper hand.”

  The old man in brocade robes cast a shadow on the dragon.

Lissandra took out a letter, threw it on the table, and said calmly: "A personal letter from Keolan Martell. He is willing to send troops to help. The troops are stationed at the Prince's Pass, threatening the rear of the Targaryen Dynasty."

“Very well, the Dornish people just like to get involved in war.”

The old man in brocade robes thought for a while and said, "Then buy three thousand Unsullied and recruit a group of mercenaries."

 “What tactics should be adopted?”

　　Lissandra didn't want the soldiers he bought with huge sums of money to die in unknown circumstances.

 “Mercenaries sneak attack on Gray Gallows Island, waiting for news from Dorne.”

The old man in golden robes analyzed step by step: "If Dorne sends out troops, we will send out the Unsullied. If Dorne does not move, the Unsullied will be our shield."

  No matter what, the first priority is to ensure your wealth and life.

 Others thought about it and agreed with this proposal.

Some of them are rich, and their status can be guaranteed even if they lose in battle.

 Some people make a desperate move and lose their lives if they fail.

The plan drawn up by the old man in brocade robes and Lissandra was acceptable to both parties.

 Junlin, dragon's lair.

Several dragonmen, armed with sticks and whips, drove the Dreamfire out of the crypt in High Valyrian.

Menghuo crawled slowly, its well-proportioned body was like jade, and its long tail swayed gently.

 “Menghuo, I'm here!”

Helena stood on tiptoes and shouted towards Menghuo.

 Meng Huo turned his head around, his eyes locked on the little girl he was already familiar with.

 Helena today is very different.

 Changed from the fluffy white skirt of the past to a loose blue dress.

With a firm look in her eyes, Helena walked towards the old dragon man and spoke in the unfamiliar High Valyrian: "Saddle the Dreamfire."

“Princess, Dream Fire has not been tamed yet and cannot be ridden.”

 Humble advice from an old man.

 Helena clenched her fists tightly, and her words were unquestionable: "I will tame the Dream Fire and add a saddle to it."

 She left the Red Keep early in the morning just to tame the Dream Fire.

 Finally mustered up the courage to not miss the opportunity.

The old man paused and said respectfully: "As you wish, princess."

 (End of this chapter)

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