Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 282

Chapter 282 Digging Dragon Eggs

 The King's Landing.

Red Castle, the king's palace.

 “Cough cough cough…”

Viserys looked sluggish, leaning on the bed, coughing violently.

Maester Meros stood aside and spoke slowly: "Your Majesty, you are infected with the cold and should pay attention to rest."

 “How can that be done? I still have a lot of things to deal with.”

Viserys suppressed a cough and panted: "How are the preparations for the tourney? The nobles in the north also need to inform me that I will hold a grand event that will reverberate throughout the Seven Kingdoms!"

 The time for the tourney is getting closer every day.

In order for the eldest son to have an unprecedented coming-of-age ceremony, the tournament must be grand enough to be recorded in history.

"With all due respect, you should leave this matter to the queen and princess." Melos said helplessly.

 Considering that her father was not in good health recently, she wanted to keep the matter secret.

Viserys waved his hand and told the maester to retire.

As a bachelor, he clearly knows that Yanhai is a dangerous place.

Hearing this, Viserys smiled helplessly: "The brat has controlled the largest wild dragon king, no one dares not to treat him well."

As soon as he thought about it, he wondered: "Rhaenyla and the others are back, Rhaegar went to Volantis to play, why did it take so long?"

“Ahem, I'll drink the medicine later, please step aside first.”

Meros did not return to the attic to rest, but walked all the way to the open-air corridor of the Red Castle.

 The prince went to the Sea of ​​Smoke to explore, taking a high degree of risk.

Meros knew that the king's physical condition was not a big problem, so he put on his backpack and walked out of the palace.

 Viserys was busy planning the tourney, so Meros sent the letter to Rhaenyra.

Rhaenyra read the letter and was anxious and annoyed.

 But in fact, the giant dragon and the naval fleet of one hundred thousand people disappeared after entering the Sea of ​​Smoke.

If he remembered correctly, Rhaenyra had said that Rhaegar went to Volantis for diplomatic purposes.

 He wanted to chat a few more words, but he couldn't catch his breath. Viserys' face turned red and he coughed uncontrollably.

"I will."

Viserys clutched his chest and forced a smile.

 The ravens of Volantis arrived in King's Landing yesterday and returned Rhaegar's handwritten letter.

Rhaenyra turned around and smiled.

Viserys refused without thinking.

Rhaenyra pursed her lips and said hesitantly, "Don't tell my father about Rhaegar yet."

boom-

Meros knew what the princess meant and did not refuse blindly. He muttered: "The prince said in his letter that he would be back in a month, but the actual situation is difficult to predict."

 He had heard rumors that the eldest son was "domineering" in the Riverlands.

Rhaenyra's eyes were lowered and she said solemnly: "Rhaegar is not an impulsive person. He clearly stated in the letter that he has the sea map and the address of the ruins, and he will definitely return on time."

 After the Conqueror's War, only a handful of figures could become legends.

 Taming the King of Wild Dragons, Burning the Kingdom of Three Women, Emperor for a Day...

"No! They are women, how can they understand the significance of the tournament."

 History is not without the remaining Dragon King of the Free Fortress Empire commanding an army and riding a dragon back to the old site of Valyria.

 A place like the Sea of ​​Smoke should not be invaded by Targaryen.

Melos shook his head and sighed: "Then you should also take care of your health. The prince doesn't want you to be dragged down by worldly affairs."

“I hope so, legendary people have legendary experiences.”

Melos shook his head: "The king's health is still good, but he should not be too tired. You must persuade and share the burden appropriately."

Meros' eyelids twitched and he said vaguely: "The people of Volantis are very warm, and the prince must have been warmly received."

Rhaenyra, dressed in a red dress, sat on a bench and looked out at the gallery in a daze.

Hearing the sound of footsteps behind her, Rhaenyra came to her senses for a moment, holding a piece of letter tightly in her hand.

Half a month has passed and no news has been sent back, which is really worrying.

 “Your Highness the Princess.” Melos saluted respectfully.

  To avoid extraneous branches.

Melos had a dull expression on his face and had no intention of arguing.

The door of the room was closed, and coughs could be heard from time to time in the bedroom.

 “Thank you for your hard work, Grand Maester.”

These experiences are enough for a newly adult crown prince to write a legendary story.

Rhaenyra held her forehead helplessly and waved for the other party to get down.

 “I will keep it a secret.” Melos said and walked away silently.

Rhaenyra sighed deeply and said melancholy: "Rhaegar, you have to come back soon."

 King's Landing is a sewer with leaks from all sides, and the news cannot be kept secret for long.

 After her trip to Storm's End, she noticed an evil wind blowing in the court.

 She cannot stop this evil wind, and Rhaegar needs to deal with it personally.

the other side.

Meros walked down the open-air corridor and came to the door of the queen's palace.

 There was a knock on the door.

 Sea of ​​smoke, underground ruins.

Rhaegar and his party walked through the dark tunnel, and heard the sound of running water.

 “Is there any water?” Rhaegar listened attentively.

Robert whispered: "Sir, there are some green plants on the shore, and there may be undercurrents underground."

 “It makes sense, let's take a look first and then talk about it.”

Rhaegar led the team forward, dozens of torches lighting up the tunnel.

Soon, a winding underground river appeared in front of us.

Rhaegar's eyes did not stay on the slightly turbulent underground river, but fell on the rugged black rocks on the shore.

I leaned over and touched the rock. The texture was crispy.

Crush some crumbs and smell it, mixed with a sulfur smell.

Rhaegar looked around. The area around the underground river and the nearby cave walls were all covered with this kind of rock. He whispered: "This is gray rock with dried magma. There should have been underground lava here."

 “What about this underground river?” Robert was full of doubts.

Rhaegar stood up and clapped his hands, thinking: "The apocalyptic catastrophe has changed the tectonic plates, and the undercurrent is the one that circulates after the disaster."

 Otherwise, there shouldn't be limestone in the crypt and the tunnel wouldn't be so dry.

Finding the correct direction, the group of people followed the undercurrent downstream. According to the information from the smuggling ship, the broken stone tablet was found at the end of the tunnel.

As soon as he moved out of the crypt, he was attacked by stone people and fled.

Now that we have passed the tunnel, we can only explore the ruins on our own.

As we walked, the cave gradually opened up.

 The undercurrent becomes wider and wider, passing through the river channel where the limestone accumulates.

The space suddenly becomes larger, giving people a sense of openness and contrast.

Rega paid attention to his surroundings as he walked, feeling an indescribable feeling for a moment.

This kind of crypt is somewhat similar to the Dragon Mountain Lair on Dragonstone Island.

 It's also a bit like a dragon pit under a dragon's lair.

Suddenly, a huge claw mark appeared on the wall of the cave.

Rhaegar narrowed his eyes slightly, comparing them with the claw marks of the glutton in his memory.

 “It's the mark of the dragon's claws.”

Thinking silently in his heart, Rhaegar suspected that this ruins was originally a dragon lair of the Belerys family.

The claw marks on the wall of the cave are undoubtedly those of a dragon, but they are not as big as those of a glutton.

Probably left behind by an adult dragon similar in size to Red Queen Melias.

 Forget it about Korakxiu. Its species is different from ordinary dragons. Its hind feet are small and have wing membranes, so it cannot leave such deep marks.

　　　　rang rang rang…

 After a while, the group of people came to a corner, and there was a clanking sound of rocks being smashed.

Rhaegar perked up and turned to wink at the mercenaries.

　　The mercenaries consciously lowered their movements when they heard the sound, quietly dispersed to both sides of the corner, and were always on standby with scimitars in hand.

Rhaegar quietly approached the corner, hiding the torch behind him, and looked inside.

Multiple times of knowledge infusion, strong mental power enhanced his five senses, and his eyes can see something clearly in a dim environment.

 Behind the corner is an empty crypt.

There is no longer limestone here, but there are more black lumps.

Rhaegar recognized the object, it was dried dragon dung.

When he was repairing Harrenhal, he often sent people to dig out manure from Dragonstone and King's Landing. Whether it was fresh or old, he knew what it looked like.

 Obviously, the dragon dung in the crypt is very old.

Rhaegar glanced briefly, focusing on the corner where the knocking sound came from.

There was a flickering firelight, illuminating a dark area.

 Several thin figures wearing black robes and shaved heads.

Rhaegar squinted his eyes and vaguely saw the face of the man in black robe wearing a mask whose shape he couldn't see clearly.

 What's even more surprising is that one of the men in black robes raised his arms and muttered something.

A long, twisted shadow snake was wrapped around his arm, and its grotesquely flat snake head kept hitting the old dragon dung on the ground.

Each impact broke the solid dragon dung into a large piece, as if it was digging for something.

“My lord, they seem to be shadowbinders from Asshai, possessing the witchcraft of controlling shadows.”

Robert crouched under Rhaegar, his voice trembling.

 “Quiet, I recognize it.”

Rhaegar looked solemn and waved his hands to the mercenaries on the left and right sides.

 It's just a shadowbinder, it's not like he hasn't been killed before.

Not every Shadowbinder is as scary as the dead heads encountered on Crab Claw Peninsula.

The mercenaries acted according to the opportunity and took out their bows and arrows and pointed them at the flickering fire.

"put!"

Rhaegar shouted loudly, and instantly fired a volley of arrows.

 Swish swish swish…

 A round of arrows passed by, and there seemed to be a few screams coming from inside.

Rhaegar turned a deaf ear and continued to order: "Let it go again!"

 A man cannot withstand the rain of arrows, and he will not be merciful.

 Several rounds of arrows fall until the mercenary's quiver is empty.

 In the cave, the torches were extinguished long ago in the rain of arrows, and they were plunged into darkness.

"follow me!"

When the time came, Rhaegar pulled out the dragon's claw, and flames suddenly spread all over the sword, illuminating a large open space.

 He is a pyromancer, and is naturally capable of restraining these sneaky shadowbinders.

　　The mercenaries held torches and swarmed past their employers.

Several men in black robes were shot into hedgehogs. They lay limply on the ground covered in blood, and their limbs twitched subconsciously.

Rhaegar looked closer and saw that everyone was wearing a painted mask, no doubt the Shadowbinder.

 “Ho ho…”

 One of the Shadowbinders gasped violently, staring at Rhaegar, as if he wanted to speak.

 “I…curse…”

As soon as he opened his mouth, Rhaegar swung his sword and chopped off his head.

Rhaegar was still worried when he saw the heads rolling on the ground. The dragon's claws stabbed the head and body one after another, and the flames burned them to ashes.

 “You still want to curse me, you really think you are the God of Death!”

Rhaegar sneered, and the dragon claw in his hand burst into flames, illuminating half of the cave for a moment.

 “Sir, this looks like a dragon egg.”

Jobert's eyes widened as he squatted in the pile of dragon dung where the shadow monster hit, and held out a gray dragon egg with both hands.

Rhaegar turned his head when he heard this and looked at the dug dragon egg.

 “Cunning man, you will pay the price!”

Suddenly, a Shadowbinder suddenly shot up with several arrows in his body, roaring and pounced on Rhaegar, who had his back exposed.

 From his arms, he took out a three-diamond cone-shaped dagger at some point and stabbed it out with a cold light.

Lega's eyes were cold, and he did not dodge or dodge. He turned the dragon claw in his hand, rubbed his waist and stabbed back.

With a pop, the long sword pierced the flesh and blood.

Before the Shadowbinder could stab out his dagger, his heart was pierced by a sharp dragon claw.

With disbelief in his eyes, he fell limply into the dragon dung.

 (End of this chapter)

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