Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 360

Chapter 360 Blood and Fire!

"I also need to go!"

Helena's eyes shone and she raised her hands.

Aemond glanced at Aegon and said positively: "I have a dragon, take me with you."

Little Darren is no taller than a stone table, and he is eager to try.

Rhaegar ignored it, looked directly at his father across from him, and said, "Father, how are you?"

The negotiations in Braavos are likely to have no good results. It is enough for him to take his brothers and sisters to ride the dragon for a formality, which will act as a deterrent.

Viserys frowned slightly and said calmly: "You all go, what if something happens?"

 Braavos is full of assassins, and he doesn't want to take any chances.

On the other side, Rhaenys looked pleased. Regardless of her husband's obstruction, she stood up and said, "Your Majesty, I am the prince of the dragon clan. I am here to accompany you in the negotiations."

Viserys hesitated and glanced at several children without speaking.

Rhaegar saw what he was thinking, held down little Darren, and asked Aegon and the other three, "Have you thought about it, are you going?"

Aegon's face fell, and he raised his head and sighed.

 He didn't want to go, but he obviously didn't want to go.

Helena patted her slightly bulging chest and affirmed: "Menghuo will protect me!"

"I have no problem with the sheep thief." Aemond glanced at his sister and said after him.

Seeing this, Viserys swallowed back his words to stop him, stared at Daemon who was happily watching the show unhappily, and reprimanded angrily: "The war is your responsibility, you go with them!"

Damon was stunned when he was scolded, and sneered: "Yes, Your Majesty."

 The next day, it was bright and clear.

Rhaegar hugged Rhaenyra, who was reluctant to leave, and kissed her forehead gently to say goodbye.

 “Be careful,” Rhaenyra warned.

Rhaegar nodded with a smile, touched her swollen belly, turned around and walked out of the room.

Early in the morning, Helena stood guard outside the door and said with a smile: "Brother, let's set off right away."

Rhaegar chatted as he walked downstairs: "When we get to Braavos, there may be some twists and turns."

 “I'm not afraid, I won't hold you back.”

Helena frowned and said proudly: "I have been practicing swordsmanship. Sir Alec said that I am very talented."

"oh?"

Rhaegar looked at it with great interest: "Where is your sword?"

Helena smiled mysteriously and said cutely: "I won't tell you, I'll hide it with me."

Rhaegar smiled, rubbed her head, and the brother and sister walked out of the Stone Drum Tower.

 “Hiss!…”

Melias, covered in scarlet scales, stood on the long stone bridge, stretched her neck and screamed loudly.

On its dragon's back, Rhaenys, wearing red leather armor, looked down at the two descendants and raised her chin: "Children, it's time to set off!"

Two dragon roars came from the clouds and mist in the sky, and the gorgeous-looking Yang Yan and the ugly sheep thief rushed out of Dragonstone Island one after another.

Rhaegar grinned, his heart extremely open.

　　targaryen, not weaker than humans.

 One day later, Braavos.

At the port, cargo ships poured in one after another, gathering people from all over the world.

A large luxury ship gradually sailed in, with a group of businessmen from Pentos standing on the deck.

 Before entering the port, you have to pass a historic wonder.

　　—Titan

It is a giant statue of stone and bronze that guards the entrance to the Great Lake to Braavos.

The merchant visited Braavos for the first time, raising his head high and looking at the towering Titan statue.

The two feet of the statue stand on the peaks of two independent islands, forming a natural access channel to the left and right.

The giant wears a green bronze war skirt around his waist. The two empty eyes are caves with blazing bonfires burning inside.

 One of his hands rested on the left ridge, holding a huge rock between his bronze fingers.

 The other hand reached toward the sky, grasping the hilt of a broken sword.

  Observe carefully, you can see that the inner thighs of the giant are dotted with many arrow holes, and there are also killing holes under the skirt.

The statue is not only a symbol of bravery in Braavos, but also the first fortress to defend the city-state.

 “By the gods, there is such a magnificent building in the world!”

 The businessman was stunned, clasping his hands and praying that he would make a lot of money this time.

At this moment, a roar like a bell resounded through the sky, and a huge creature swooped down, its thick black dragon tail sweeping over the Titan's head.

With a muffled bang, the crested half-helmet on the giant's head was ripped off and fell into the sea like a rolling stone.

"dragon!"

The sailors on the deck exclaimed and lay down in fear, watching the dark dragon flying towards the city.

 “Go...go?”

The sailor just breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the dragon had left.

Another loud roar came from the sky, and a giant light blue dragon with shining scales descended from the clouds. Its well-proportioned body was matched with a pair of gorgeous wide wings, and it chased up a black dragon.

Immediately afterwards, a brown mud dragon, two scarlet dragons of different sizes, and a golden dragon shining like the sun continuously flew across the narrow sea and headed straight for Braavos behind the Titans.

  None of the dragons looked squarely at this ancient statue, flying half a circle around the Titan playfully, as if teasing a clumsy pet.

 Many cargo ships gathered near Titan. Businessmen from all over the world looked up together, and an idea suddenly came to their minds.

  Dragon, here we come!   …

 Braavos is the most special and powerful city-state among the Free Trade City-states. It consists of a series of islands in the northwestmost part of the Essos continent.

It is located where the Narrow Sea and the Trembling Sea meet.

 Passing through Titan, an endless lagoon will appear in front of you.

Hundreds of densely packed islands divide the river bend into many narrow channels, and many stone arch bridges spanning the river channels connect the entire city together.

 There are no trees in the city-state, and there are stone buildings and granite statues everywhere.

Gray stone houses are densely packed on both sides of the street. The houses are so dense that they are almost close to each other, highlighting the crowded population.

To the south of the largest port, there is a special group of high tower buildings.

There is the administrative area where the Sea King of Braavos lives - the Sea King's Palace.

With a deafening roar, the glutton descended slowly, his body as black as coal blocking the sun, and landed next to the fountain in front of the hall.

Boom—

With a slight flap of his wings, a strong wind arose from the ground, knocking all the guards who came after hearing the sound to the ground.

Soon, the other dragons arrived one after another and landed one by one around the towering hall.

boom-

Rhaegar slid off the dragon's back, straightened his robes with a calm expression, and stared at the team of guards in front of him who were afraid to approach.

Rhaenys, Daemon and others gathered around him, waiting for the visitor to greet them with the same eyes.

 Poseidon Hall, dome conference room.

The Sea King of Braavos went out in person to greet a group of Targaryen members and went straight to the point.

Facing this man's greetings, Rhaegar remained silent and took his three younger brothers and sisters to observe the interior of the building.

It is built entirely of white stone, with various nautical and storm patterns carved inside. The ground is covered with Reese red carpet, and the walls are hung with oil paintings and collections.

 The monotonous combination is full of historical vicissitudes, and the luxury reveals a literary atmosphere.

“Friends Targaryen, please come inside.”

The Sea King of Braavos brought people to the conference room.

Rhaegar took a moment to glance at him.

 A typical descendant of Valyria, with platinum wavy hair, blue pupils, and fair and rosy skin.

 The face is not young and handsome, he is an old man in his forties.

He has thick eyebrows, big eyes, a thick beard on his chin, and speaks in a loud voice.

　　The first time I met, I introduced my name, Ferrego Antalion.

 Entering the conference room, there were already people waiting for a long time.

 An oval long slate table, carved with shells and smiling faces, with seven or eight people sitting on both sides.

Ferrego looked cheerful and introduced: "These are the princes and princesses of the Targaryen family..."

 The people sitting at the table are representatives from Pentos, Qohor and the Three Women's Kingdom.

 They arrived early, and the other three Free Trade Cities did not participate in the negotiations.

 Simply exchange greetings and sit down.

Ferrego sat on the side facing the door, flanked by a lean swordsman who said nothing from beginning to end.

Rhaegar glanced around and walked to the seat opposite him, at the far end of the room.

 The seats on both sides of the long table were messed up, and Rhaenys and others could only sit apart.

Seeing everyone taking their seats, Ferrego coughed slightly, cleared his throat, and said solemnly: "Everyone, we are gathered here just to resolve the conflict between the Iron Throne and the Kingdom of the Third Daughter."

Rhaegar leaned back on his chair, touched the table with his fingers, and said calmly: "Put aside the hatred between Targaryen and the Three Women Kingdom for now. I am here to ask for my family's dragon!"

As he spoke, his eyes fell on a dark, fat man sitting next to him on his left.

Quaidu Atta, one of the governors of Mir, is also the general representative of the Three Women Kingdom this time.

Under such a cold gaze, Kui Dou's already dark face deepened. He glanced sideways at the representatives of Lys and Telos, and said in a low voice: "Prince Rhaegar, what we are discussing is war, not the ownerless dragon."

"What is war? What is a masterless dragon?"

Rhaegar looked calm and said righteously: "Mogul is the Targaryen dragon. The Lysians captured it maliciously. I can only choose war as a shame!"

 The name of the wild dragon in the Smoke Sea—Mogul.

Among the many gods of ancient Valyria, he symbolizes the **** of disaster and nature.

 No matter where Mogul comes from, Rhaegar gave it a name, it is the Targaryen dragon!

Kui Dou was stunned by the question, his fat face squeezed together, complaining about the difficulty of the matter.

 Less captured a wild dragon that had never appeared in Targaryen, but the three kingdoms of women actually had their own thoughts.

 Governor Danlis gave great benefits.

 Calling all the nobles of the Three Women Kingdom together to encourage the taming of this wild dragon.

Since ancient times, only the Dragon King family has been able to control dragons, and now only the Targaryen family remains.

Finally, a wild dragon appeared in front of us. The entire Three Women Kingdom was excited about it, and they would try it even at the risk of war with Targaryen.

The atmosphere suddenly solidified, and everyone present felt stressed.

Damon glanced at the important ministers of Pentos beside him, raised his glass and took a sip of wine, his eyes becoming increasingly dangerous.

 Aegon, Helena, and Aemond sat at attention, always waiting for their eldest brother's orders.

At this time, Ferrego coughed slightly to ease the atmosphere: "Prince Rhaegar, this negotiation is for peace, and I hope you will value peace."

Rhaenys was immediately displeased and said coldly: "Sea King, my cousin sent us here to negotiate because he liked the city-state of Braavos. This does not mean that you can confuse the public and secretly suppress the Targaryen surname. "

 At this point, negotiations are meaningless.

The Sea King of Braavos is just a despicable politician, using the slogans of peace and mud.

Ferrego's face froze and he was speechless.

The pressure in the conference room is a little more intense, and the warm sunshine hits the body, giving people a chill like falling into an ice cellar.

Rhaegar looked at the fair young man sitting next to Helena with deep eyes, and said in a cold voice: "People of Lys, hand over Mogul, otherwise only blood and fire will be waiting for you!"

 (End of this chapter)

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