Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 288

Chapter 288 The Wild Dragon in the Mist

As if sensing his thoughts, the flaming red heart bloomed with a red halo, enveloping the whole person.

Without waiting for Rhaegar to react, the halo expanded rapidly and enveloped the entire sailing ship like a red ball.

 “Hiss…”

 The next moment, the glutton neighed, full of confusion.

Rhaegar raised his head and saw the glutton fluttering its wings and rushing out of the volcanic ash, its green vertical pupils covered with a faint blush.

 Under the shelter of the red halo, the volcanic ash was isolated and the high temperature dropped.

 “The King of Light has appeared, let's go quickly!”

Rhaegar shouted quickly, urging the mercenaries to use the stupidest rowing method.

 There is no need to rush.

After the magical infusion of one person and one dragon, the flaming red heart seemed to be activated.

Rhaegar relied on his feeling and called out: "Glutton, lead the way ahead."

 At the moment I saw it, there was indeed a dragon shadow.

 It is no longer as dull as before, but becomes eye-catching.

 “Hiss…”

 At this distance, the impact of submarine volcanoes has been minimized, and volcanic ash cannot spread so far.

Thoughts were flowing, Lei Jia was surprised and uncertain: "There is actually a dragon in the Yanhai, and it looks like it is still very young."

　　wave~

Escaped from the scorching volcanic ash, the red glow that enveloped the sailboat was like a bubble bursting.

 “Why not?” Rega was disappointed, but still unwilling to give up.

Just when Rhaegar was about to give up, the haze in the distant sky surged and rippled.

Another dragon roar came, but it was not a dragon in the haze, but a glutton who turned back after hearing the sound.

Lega looked up at the sky. The hazy weather unique to the Sea of ​​Smoke was dim but peaceful.

 “Hiss…”

 The body is relatively well-proportioned, similar to Menghuo and Gray Shadow.

Although the dragon roar just now was also very loud, it was a little less rough and domineering.

Rhaegar just caught this scene, his face darkened.

He knew the roar of the glutton all too well, it was as dull as a bell.

Holding the flaming red heart in his hand, Rhaegar breathed a deep sigh of relief.

Rhaegar stood up suddenly, ignoring his sore muscles and looked back in the direction where the dragon's roar came from.

 The scales are extremely smooth and seem to be a silvery black color that fits the haze.

 He wants to confirm whether there is really a dragon in the Yanhai!

 “Hiss…”

 There was a strong wind all the way, and the sailboat was traveling extremely fast.

“What a good thing, it is worthy of being the inheritance of the King of Light!”

 “There are dragons in the sea of ​​smoke!”

Glutton soars in front of the sailboat to lead the way. This dragon roar must be another dragon.

He stared at it unblinkingly, but there was no change in the haze.

 “There really is a dragon!”

 He clearly sensed that the maintenance of blush requires the blessing of magic power.

The magic power in Rhaegar's blood is limited, and he is already borrowing the violent fire element from the glutton's body.

 The sky and sea were covered in volcanic ash, becoming chaotic and dark.

Humbling to distinguish, the dragon was probably larger than Syracuse and smaller than Colaxio.

 Gluttony was born from a wild dragon, and his intelligence is higher than that of ordinary people.

Rhaegar's face was pale, lying on his back on the corpse of the sea monster, holding a flaming red heart with restrained divine light in his hand.

 Hearing the driver's instructions, he uses the dragon's unique keen senses to guide the sailboat through the coming sea.

Suddenly, a deep dragon roar came from afar, lasting for a long time.

Within half an hour, he was drifting hundreds of miles away.

Subsequently, a gray figure flashed past and disappeared into the thick haze.

Rhaegar looked solemn and stared at the thick haze behind the sailboat.

 The Gluttonous Glider lowered its altitude and glided, its wings flapping to create strong winds, providing extremely strong power to the sails.

The glutton flapped its wings and hovered over the sailboat, its green vertical pupils staring in one direction.

Considering the dangerous living environment of Yanhai, it can basically be ruled out that it is a tamed dragon.

Then there is only one possibility, that dragon is a wild dragon that hatched on its own!

 Looking back at the captain's cabin, Rhaegar's eyes flickered.

The green dragon egg excavated from the ruins is still stored in the bedroom.

 The wild dragon in the mist was probably hatched from the dragon eggs left behind by the Dragon King's family.

 “A wild dragon…”

Rhaegar murmured to himself, secretly breathing a sigh of relief.

 As long as they are not tamed dragons, wild dragons can still be accepted.

 The origin of the glutton cannot be verified.

 Some say that Glutton was hatched on Dragonstone.

There are also speculations that Gluttony does not belong to Dragonstone, but is a pure wild dragon from outside.

 But it doesn't matter.

Lega stared at the layers of haze, his thoughts drifting into the distance.

 Time flies, ten days later.

 Volantis, port.

 A three-masted sailboat with a strong smell of sea moored ashore.

 “Hiss…”

 The loud roar of the dragon resounded through the port. The sailors and slaves raised their heads and saw a huge, dark dragon.

The dragon roared high into the sky like a demonstration and circled the city-state twice before slowly landing near the black wall.

Everyone knows that it is the dragon of the Targaryen Dragon King.

Not long after, the huge black dragon took to the air again, flapping its wings and soaring towards the narrow sea.

 No one knows what the dragon did in the short time it landed.

 No one dared to ask more questions.

Only one thing is that the faith of R'hllor is becoming increasingly active.

 Above the narrow sea.

The sky is blue, white clouds are floating, and the salty sea breeze is very cool. On the deck of a large cargo ship, a conversation was taking place.

“Uncle, I didn't expect you to be waiting for me here.”

Rega looked at the familiar figure in front of him, his tone was quite calm.

Daemon was holding a half-sloshed bottle of red wine in his hand, facing the vast sea, and said calmly: "I didn't expect you to dare to explore the Sea of ​​Smoke."

As he spoke, he glanced at the round bundle on his nephew's waist and said calmly: "It looks like the harvest is quite fruitful."

After learning about Rhaegar's exploration of the Sea of ​​Smoke, he took a boat to try to stop him.

 For nothing else.

 Just for the family, brother and niece.

Rega patted his satchel without covering up anything, and said seriously: "At last, the trip was not in vain."

 “To be honest, you are too reckless.”

Damon took a sip of his drink and said with a bad attitude: "I once tried to explore the Sea of ​​Smoke with Colakxiu, but the dragon became restless as soon as he reached the Sea of ​​Smoke, so I had no choice but to give up."

 It is no secret that there is Valyria's lost treasure in the Sea of ​​Smoke.

 But not everyone can be blessed by luck.

Hearing this, Rega was a little silent.

Dimon is right, the sea of ​​smoke is indeed dangerous.

 You must never set foot there again unless absolutely necessary.

Seeing that his nephew did not want to continue this topic, Damon turned to look at the two girls in the corner of the deck, his eyes playful: "Are you sure you want to take these two illegitimate daughters back to King's Landing?"

 “It's not me who takes it, it's you who takes it!”

Rhaegar shrugged and said helplessly: "I want to ride the dragon back to King's Landing, and you will take care of them."

 “I thought you were very brave.” Damon smiled contemptuously.

"There is no way." Rhaegar shook his head and changed his tone: "I have heard about the brothel."

After finishing speaking, he stared at his good uncle with burning eyes.

 He was not angry at the death of Varos, a puppet-like illegitimate son who died when he died.

but…

Damon's eyes flashed dangerously and he sarcastically said: “Just a bitch.”

"That's a Targaryen." Rhaegar frowned, but didn't finish his sentence.

  Senela was buried in the sea of ​​​​fire, which was a crime of parricide.

Daemon sneered again and again and said stubbornly: "My grandfather said long ago that she is not a Targaryen, just a bitch."

 He had heard of this man in his early years.

But I don't have any special ideas.

 Until the focus fell on Volantis, such an eyesore was discovered.

It happened that the illegitimate son Varos appeared on the stage and was easily wiped out.

 “Maybe you're right.”

Rhaegar shook his head, not wanting to go into details.

 He just cared about his uncle, just like the other person suddenly cared about him.

 Then, the uncle and nephew fell into silence.

Rhaegar did not hold him accountable for the murder of Varos.

 He had no intention of having an illegitimate son take power, he was just a mascot on the surface.

 Similarly, the old nobleman and Teslio were secretly removed from the consideration list.

The powerful people in the Free Trade City-State all have one characteristic, that is, they cannot be trusted.

 Overseas forces have finally broken away from the royal power. It is acceptable to show their holiness in front of others, but it is not advisable to be greedy and abuse power.

His focus should be on Westeros.

Dimon found a wooden box to sit down, drank one sip after another, and looked up at the sky.

 The brief tranquility made him unwilling to break it.

 King's Landing, Red Keep.

 In the conference hall, the imperial meeting was held.

Viserys was sulking, holding a wine cup in his hand.

 Compared to more than half a month ago, his breathing was much better, and the smile on his lips was back to the usual one.

 A group of imperial ministers were sitting around the conference table.

 Prime Minister Leonor, Minister of Civil Affairs Otto, Grand Scholar Melos, Minister of Finance Linman, Minister of Justice Jaspi…

 Lack of a sea lord and no election.

“Everyone, everyone knows about the situation in the Stormlands. What do you think?”

Viserys raised his eyebrows and asked all the ministers as he went on.

The ministers looked at each other, and glanced at the king from time to time.

Viserys noticed this and pretended to ignore it, putting on a smile.

On the right side, Allison, wearing a green dress, was sitting dignifiedly, silently pouring wine for him.

On the left, Rhaenyra was wearing a strapless black dress and playing with a black stone ball mixed with green dragon patterns with a dull expression.

That is her brother's prince stone ball.

 No one spoke, and the scene was deserted for a while.

Viserys looked around and opened his mouth to let his wife and daughter out.

　　Since he was physically weak before, Allison had been taking care of him during the royal meetings and served him conscientiously.

Rhaenyra has the title of Princess of Dragonstone, so it is reasonable to attend in place of Rhaegar.

 After much thought, Viserys still did not speak, acquiescing to the presence of his wife and daughter.

Seeing this, the ministers were helpless, but there was nothing they could do.

  Anyway, there is no conflict between the queen and the princess and it will not affect the progress of the meeting.

Leonor stood up, relieved the king, cleared his throat and said, "Your Majesty, the cost of building the prince's palace is very high, and most of the materials are provided by the river and the storm."

“Not long ago, the stormy land encountered waves. Several noble families who provided wood and stone suffered losses. They hope to advance part of their due compensation from the treasury.”

Viserys took a sip of wine after hearing this and said ridiculously: "The family that can provide materials is not in the coastal area?"

 When the kingdom incurred expenses in a certain area, local nobles were temporarily recruited and replenished from the national treasury afterwards.

 Several rotating aristocratic families wanted to apply for remuneration from the treasury before providing many materials.

 It's simply whimsical.

Facing the king's question, Leonor hesitated for a moment, not knowing how to answer.

 He also sensed hidden problems, but was unable to speak out.

 (End of this chapter)

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