Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 326

 Chapter 326 The Trial of Laris

In addition to the Cargyle brothers, there are four other current members of the Kingsguard.

Stephen Darklin drove to meet Aemond and the Four Storms, and he was probably in the dragon's lair at the moment.

 Ser Stephen comes from the Darklyn family in the king's territory. He is the uncle of the Earl of Mugu Town and has served in the Kingsguard for many years.

The other person has sparse curly brown hair, an old face, and narrow eyes. He is a hard-working man with a righteous heart.

Rhaegar talked to him many times and admired this noble white knight.

 In addition, there were the three Kingsguards in front of Rhaegar.

 Sir Laurent Malbrand, from the Malbrand family in the West, is tall, with a bald head and a resolute face.

 He has a rigorous style of conduct and a sharp swordsmanship.

Sir Rickard Thorne comes from a small family in the king's territory. He has a lean figure, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and exudes a strong aura.

 The headless corpse fell to the ground, blood spraying from the broken neck.

 Leaving Robb and Samwell behind, Rhaegar took Tormund, Leonor and Gray Worm to leave.

Ever since Cole Criston resigned as Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, the seven-man Kingsguard has been missing one member, and his father has always pushed back and failed to select one.

Before leaving, remind Robb: "Carefully select the members of the Royal Guard and expand the number from three hundred to five hundred."

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Rhaegar glanced at Robb and Samwell, his eyes twinkling.

"I…"

He knew Samwell, the young earl of Raventree City, who came from the famous Blackwood family in the Riverlands.

 The godswood.

It doesn't matter that Rhaegar is not in King's Landing, since he is in King's Landing, what needs to be rectified must be rectified.

“Sir Lorent, please help me call the commander of the royal guard.” Rhaegar chose Lorent, who had the best image, and spoke.

 “He organized his subordinates to gather together to drink, and I just caught him.” Lorente looked disdainful.

This move is just to highlight the vacancies in the Kingsguard and tighten the belts of the royal ministers.

 A solitary person who rarely communicates with others.

 “Meet the prince.” The handsome young man came forward to greet him, smelling of wine.

Rhaegar said nothing and patted Samwell on the shoulder.

Rhaegar continued: "Sir Joffrey Grafson of Seagull Town and Sir William Royce of Runestone City are also the two candidates I recommend. They will rush to the Red Castle and wait, and they will formally discuss it with the Royal Council. Participate in the selection.”

“Inform Lord Roland that his nephew died at the hands of thieves while protecting the Red Keep, and Baron Robb of Stonemill takes over as commander of the Royal Guards.”

Rhaegar clasped his hands behind his back and stared at the red leaves of the thick weirwood trees.

Rhaegar smiled: "Are you on duty today?"

 “Yes, Prince.” Laurent responded solemnly.

Rhaegar did not expect that the three of them would be selected into the Kingsguard. It would be most helpful to him if they stayed in their respective territories.

After a while, Laurent strode back, bringing with him a handsome young man with a crooked cloak.

The Royal Council suspected that the king wanted to give the heroic Cole a chance to return, and they proposed it several times and then stopped mentioning it again.

 Rhaegar bent down and took off a badge of swords and crossed shields from the chest of the corpse, threw it to Robb with disgust, and said lightly:

Laurent frowned, wondering: "Being a member of the Kingsguard requires you to give up your fiefdom and title, and you will not be able to produce heirs."

The Royal Guards were originally just the predecessors of patrolling, guarding, and honor guards. Later, they merged with more than a hundred dragon guards and gradually took shape.

Samwell looked serious and said seriously: "My son is already two years old and can be taken care of by my sister. If I am lucky enough to be selected into the Kingsguard, I will be honored to take the oath."

Took two steps back and clapped his hands casually.

Rhaegar waved his hand casually, called Samwell to stand in front of the three Kingsguards, and introduced: "One of the Kingsguard brothers is short of filling the table. I recommend three people to elect, and he is one of them."

The martial arts are very good, and the character is rough and generous.

Rhaegar didn't have much interaction with these three Kingsguards, and they were barely acquaintances.

Leonor and the three Kingsguards who were watching looked stunned. They did not expect the crown prince to take such decisive action.

Robb Hewen, who was waiting aside, drew his sword directly, stepped forward and chopped off the handsome young man's head with a sword.

Rhaegar couldn't help but smile and nodded: "Very good, the commander of the Royal Guards has set a good example."

　　Tormund's voice was soft: “I will write a letter of condolences myself.”

 The meaning is clear, do not go through the back door, and select in an upright and upright manner.

The former Commander of the Kingsguard, Harold Westerling, was his cousin and uncle. Based on this relationship, Earl Roland recommended his cousin and nephew to be the Commander of the Royal Guards.

Roland Westerling, Earl of Cliff City in the West, father-in-law of Lord Jason Lannister.

 Sir Willy Fell, from Fallwood City in the Stormlands, is a typical Stormland man, strong, with firm and shrewd eyes.

 Leonor and Tormund were on the left and right, waiting patiently on both sides.

Not long after, the back door of Maegor's Tower opened, and two Unsullied ones staggered out, dragging a figure.

Leonor looked back and said in surprise: "Laris?"

 Laris's curly hair was messy, and his limp wearing big-toed boots dragged on the ground. The Unsullied held him under his arm and pushed him out forcefully.

Leonor was shocked, looked at Rhaegar in confusion, and asked: "Prince, what crime did Laris commit, and you want to treat him like this?" "You really didn't notice anything, Lord Leonor?"

Rhaegar turned around calmly, his words meaningful.

 “Laris is an interrogator, what mistake can he make?”

Leonor's voice was sonorous and powerful, and he looked at the edge of the godswood in annoyance.

Gray Worm led the Unsullied to surround the weirwood, blocking all outsiders from entering.

"Lord Leonor, please don't get excited. Some things are best discussed in private."

Tormund smoothed things over from the side, swept past the Unsullied, and said sincerely: "You don't want what you see next to be known to anyone."

Leonor was startled when he heard this, and suddenly realized that many bad things had happened without his knowledge.

 The two Unsullied moved quickly and quickly dragged Larris under the weirwood like a dead dog.

Laris fell on his back, with a **** bruise on the corner of his mouth, and his body was trembling as he tried to get up.

boom-

The Unsullied One kicked him in the stomach, knocking him to the ground.

"Ah!..." Laris' eyes almost popped out of his eyes in pain, and he curled up and rolled.

He was alone in the attic reminiscing about the sense of accomplishment that his plan had succeeded. He was punched by the Unsullied who suddenly broke in and was escorted back without mercy.

Rhaegar glanced at him and said calmly: "Laris, you should have guessed why you are here."

 The problems at Storm's End have been settled, and the conspirator can be dealt with quietly.

 “I'm sorry, Prince. I'm not a good riddler.”

 Laris collapsed on the ground, beads of sweat breaking out on his forehead.

Rhaegar's eyes were cold and he said bluntly: "Boros Baratheon died for no reason, and you worked hard."

After finishing speaking, Laris had nothing to say. Leonor couldn't sit still at first, and his expression changed drastically.

 "Prince..." Leonor's eyes were frightened and he wanted to defend himself.

 “Lord Leonor, I have a little bit of evidence.”

Rhaegar waved his hand to interrupt, motioning for the two Unsullied to come forward.

 An Unsullied One carried a sack and emptied it, and various bottles and jars were scattered on the ground.

Rhaegar casually picked up a glass bottle containing purple liquid and introduced it in a deep voice: "Purple rose, a special sedative medicine from Reese, one drop can calm a crazed bull."

“I am the interrogator, and sedatives are used to keep the prisoner awake during the punishment.” Laris lowered his head.

  “That's a good reason.”

Rhaegar nodded indifferently, picked up another porcelain bottle filled with creamy ointment, and continued to explain:

“The sesame oil produced in Mir is mostly used by clients in brothels to extend their stay. A few people know that touching the throat can cause suffocation.”

 Laris said innocently: "Prince, I have many similar potions. They are all used to help the interrogation."

Looking at Laris who was still quibbling, Reggae slowly said calmly: "Mrs. Elena's letter stated that Lord Boros died in a manner similar to that of my grandfather, Prince Bellon."

Laris's eyes were fixed, and he subconsciously shrank his ugly limp.

  “Coincidentally, I have seen a similar death before.”

Rhaegar tilted his head, stared into Lalys's eyes, and said solemnly: "The Battle of the Stepstone Islands is over. Sir Beaumond of the Velaryon family died of abdominal distension. He was hit by the Tears of Lys cast by the Three Women Kingdom!"

There are very few poisons in the world that can kill people silently, and the Tears of Lys have been famous in the Free Trade Cities for a long time.

“Lord Boros died in the Tears of Lys, and it has nothing to do with me?”

Laris' voice was hoarse, and his eyes that he dared not look into were dim and unclear.

 The medicines he collected were all non-toxic. There were no Tears of Lys in them, so they were not enough to serve as evidence.

 “Laris, you are too smart to be found guilty by this pile of rags.”

Rhaegar commented and asked: "But how do you explain the large amount of smuggling with Myr, Lys, Pentos and other places?"

 Laris' eyes darkened, as if he thought of something.

Tormund took out a piece of paper from his arms and read the words on it: "Laris Strong, you have participated in overseas smuggling many times over the past few years..."

“He also interrogated death row prisoners privately and tortured them to death…”

 “Buying children from Flea Bottom, acting as spies, and investing in illegal underground fighting arenas, using children to fight to attract attention and win the friendship of some adults...”

 One by one, they were all shaken out.

Rhaegar clicked his tongue, turned to look at the ashen-faced Leonor, and sneered: "Should smuggling, lynching, murder, and child trafficking be sentenced to hanging or beheading?"

Laris is a person with a dark heart. This kind of person huddles in a corner and always finds ways to vent his frustration.

He could not prove that the other party had murdered Boros, but he could collect enough evidence to punish him with death.

Don't ask him how he guessed that Laris was guilty.

Because more than half of the "adults" in King's Land are all of the same virtue, and few of them are clean if you check carefully.

“Laris, what on earth did you do behind my back, this bastard!”

This time, before Laris could quibble, Leonor exploded completely, stepped forward and kicked the second son in the chest, and asked angrily and loudly.

 (End of this chapter)

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