Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 379

Chapter 379 Black Swan, Dragon Egg Hatching

　　Dusk, the afterglow of the setting sun.

Two giant dragons, one light silver and one light gray, hovered over Lys, playfully flying through the red fire clouds.

 The majestic city-state is filled with ruins of buildings and billowing black smoke.

 The port was breached, and troops flying the flags of three red dragons, seahorses, and tigers landed ashore and poured into all parts of the city-state.

 “Hiss…”

The glutton's dragon head reaches forward, its wings support the tall buildings around it, and its hind feet dig into a pile of rubble.

 In the rubble near the ruins, Mogul's remains were buried.

The glutton has only eaten baby dragons and dragon eggs, and occasionally the remains of some adult dragons. This is the first time that he has hunted an adult dragon alone.

 Cherish the blood food after a long absence.

The street where he was located was reduced to ruins, with scorched marks everywhere.

Rhaegar nodded, considering what to do.

 Looking around, everyone was crying and pleading, but no one had a strong backbone.

Tristan was anxious and nodded: "It's me. Baelor hid the dragon egg selfishly. I took it back from the cultivator and wanted to give it to you, the prince."

 “Prince, spare my life!”

Mogul laid dragon eggs, which was unexpected and reasonable.

Rhaegar's eyes were soft, and a smile appeared on the corners of his lips.

Two elite members of the Second Son Regiment stood aside, holding a bearded middle-aged silver-haired man in custody.

Even if Tristan had second thoughts, he would not be able to escape from Reese's range.

 The body was quite miserable, having been stabbed more than a dozen times.

Rhaegar waved his hand without comment: "Take him down first, don't treat him harshly."

Hearing this, the young knights of the Second Sons took Tristan away.

The elite of the Second Son Regiment surrounded the street, and dozens of luxuriously dressed dignitaries knelt down, crying and begging.

The old man still wanted to abscond in fear of crime, but was hacked to death by soldiers.

 His bloodline has undergone transformation and is in urgent need of supplementary knowledge.

 “Blessed by Balerion, Morgul left a dragon egg.”

However, Mogul laid a dragon egg, and when it hatches, it will also be a young dragon with a rare bloodline.

Hearing his cry, Rhaegar seemed to be thinking, and chuckled: "I remember you, Tristan Weishui. The **** descendant of Maegor I, and you have an 8-year-old daughter."

　　On the eve of the attack on Lys, spies blocked all ports and kept a close eye on every move in the Camarasaurus cave.

 He has not come into contact with dragons, but a dragon egg is enough to exchange for a lifetime of wealth.

 The dragon egg was an unexpected surprise, but he had no time to interrogate an illegitimate child.

 “Yes, Prince.”

 “Are these people Lysians who support Bambaro?” Rhaegar asked curiously.

Morgul comes from the Sea of ​​Smoke, and his bloodline is different from the dragons of the Targaryen family.

 The dragon egg is covered with diamond-shaped scales, and the big head is completely black, with a hint of silvery luster appearing downwards.

 “We are innocent…”

 The task of the dragon species is to tame the dragon.

Hiliu stood in front of the crowd, with a smile on his face.

He really didn't expect it, so he obediently hid in the building for refuge.

Hiliu raised his eyebrows and said: "The blood witch worshiped by Governor Rees has this book with ghostly drawings in his arms."

Xiliu was not idle. He asked someone to drag the body of an old man in red robes, and handed him a parchment book.

Rhaegar stood on the street, with a separated and closed-eyed dragon head behind his back.

 The Iron Throne's army seemed to have a dog's nose. After a search, he was arrested, and the dragon egg he risked to capture was also seized.

  In the long fight, Mogul's life cannot be spared.

Tristan shook his head, showing a haggard handsome face, and repeatedly defended his situation.

 What he said was like a life-saving straw.

Rhaegar said "Oh" in surprise and took the parchment seriously.

Rhaegar held the dragon egg and walked towards the group of dignitaries who were kneeling down.

  A young knight from the Second Sons Regiment reported: "Prince, this dragon species was captured in a nearby building and was carrying a dragon egg."

“Prince, I am protecting the dragon egg, not stealing it and escaping.”

Rhaegar simply ignored it and weighed a fresh dragon egg in his hand.

Rhaegar turned his head and cast his clear eyes.

Before I could look through it, two armies covered in blood arrived.

“Prince, the port has been completely captured.”

The sea snake spoke in a deep voice, full of momentum.

The other team is from the Fanbang army, and the soldiers have tiger tattoos on their faces.

 The leader is the Tiger Party Archon "Teslio" of Volantis.

Teslio had a strong face and lowered his body to salute: "His Royal Highness Rhaegar Targaryen, long time no see."

Rhaegar chatted briefly, then ordered the two of them to clean the streets and supervise order in the city.

　　The elite of the Second Son Regiment dragged dozens of dignitaries and followed him towards the headquarters building of Reese.

 —Governor's Palace.

There is someone waiting for him somewhere.

The sun is gradually setting, and the temperature is plummeting.

Led by two charming women, Rhaegar arrived at an elegant attic in the Governor's Mansion facing the sunset.

Crunch—

 Pushing open the door, a beautiful figure in a white gauze skirt stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the sunset.

Rhaegar was very calm and did not speak in a hurry.

 It was the other party who was tipping him off and working together to capture Lys.

Hearing what Xiliu said, the other party wanted to see him and said he could help him solve the problem.

The beautiful figure slowly turned around, revealing her beautiful face, and said with a smile: "Johanna from the Swen family, sincere greetings to the prince."

Rhaegar frowned slightly and took a serious look at the beautiful woman in front of him.

 The voice is a bit familiar, and the appearance is also a bit familiar.

 But I can't remember where I've seen it.

Johanna has a charming smile, black curly hair hanging on her chest, and her graceful waist is swaying as she approaches.

 Hands and feet, exuding ample feminine charm.

 Intellectual and charming, with the flavor of a mature woman.

Rega suddenly thought of a scene, her brows knitted into a knot, and she asked bluntly: "Are you the prostitute three years ago?"

In the First Battle of the Stepstone Islands, he led his army to sack Lys.

 While looking for the Luojiale Bank, a brothel prostitute boldly showed him the direction.

Johanna's beautiful eyes flashed a little brightly, and she did not deny it: "Counting this time, I helped you twice."

 The distance kept getting closer, and when it was less than two meters away, the long white legs stopped.

Rega frowned, walked towards the floor-to-ceiling window, and curled her lips: "Except for my people, if you want anything, just ask."

He has heard of Johanna, the daughter of the Sven family who was robbed. The uncle of the earl was unwilling to spend money to redeem her, so she was forced to fall into prostitution.

I have to say that a prostitute who got involved in the political affairs of Reese is an extraordinary woman.

but! Don't be greedy for his body!

Johanna was slightly stunned when she was flatly rejected, and there was some misjudgment in her mind.

 As far as she knows, the Targaryen prince prefers mature women, so he should like her appearance.

  "Hmm~"   Johanna smiled gently and said frankly: "Prince, you will be the master of Reese, and I can be a profitable steward."

 “Don't want to go back to Westeros?”

Rhaegar sat down on the window edge, turned to look at the sunset, and said as if joking: "I can help you get rid of Earl Sven and make you a countess."

Johanna shook her head slightly: "I am a black swan, I am not liked."

Rhaegar smiled but said nothing.

　　Johanna smoothed her hair, wiped the white greasy on her chest with her green-white fingertips, and said softly: "Leave me here, I can help you take care of Reese, and make those powerful people sincerely loyal to you."

"Can."

Rhaegar nodded and suggested: "Get rid of those disobedient guys first, and then negotiate with Volantis and the Velaryon family for me."

　　With the capture of Lys, only Tyroshi, who was attacked from both sides and from the front, was left in the Three Women's Kingdom.

Three city-states, one was under the direct control of the royal family, one was enfeoffed by Daemon, and the remaining one was divided between the royal family and various parties.

 This is a preliminary strategy, and the details need to be discussed back in King's Landing.

Black Swan is not simple. Help him control Reese in advance, and he will have a greater advantage in negotiations.

"no problem."

Johanna accepted it readily, leaned against the door frame, and said charmingly: "I'm going out right now. Do you need to call some beauties for you?"

Rhaegar was too lazy to look at it and said with disgust: "Go out and work hard."

Johanna was not angry either, bowed and stepped back with a smile.

 Communication between smart people is simple and convenient.

boom-

The door is closed and the sky becomes darker.

Rhaegar stretched his waist and looked at the dark dragon crawling in the ruins.

The gluttons satisfied their desire to hunt, dug up Mogul's remains, and slowly and methodically chewed them into their stomachs.

In less than two hours, only a broken skeleton was left in the ruins.

The glutton is finally full, sleepily prostrates himself on the ground, and falls into a light sleep.

 “Digestion.” Rhaegar thought to himself.

 Transformed into a dragonborn, the connection between one person and one dragon becomes stronger.

Glutton conveys the concept of "support" and "transforms" energy through sleep.

Rhaegar put his chin on his hand and cursed: "It's been ten years, and a glutton has had a full meal."

However, this kind of feast is really too expensive.

 Putting the dragon egg on his lap, he took out the blood witch's parchment and read it with one hand.

 The books of an old blood wizard may contain a lot of knowledge.

The sun has completely set, and the sky is dark.

Lega's purple eyes were bright, and he read over and over again in the darkness.

 The pages of the book record some medicinal materials and medical experience, as well as some descriptions of the geography, famous customs and customs of the Essos continent.

 The book is interspersed with some special symbols and patterns, recording unknown blood witchcraft concepts.

 Halfway through, the pages of the book change.

 Several passages are clearly recorded in Valyrian script.

 “Quiet”, “Stop”, “Loyal”…

Lega's eyes flashed and he said in surprise: "Flying spell?"

 Looking further, the spell is incomplete and the key word "flying" is missing.

Rhaegar was greatly regretted.

 Without key words, the spell cannot be cast, and only limited use of dragon training skills can be made.

 No wonder Mogul was tamed, it probably has something to do with the flying spell.

Rhaegar licked his lips and continued to flip through the book.

 Speculations about “dragons”, the knowledge of a certain Dragon King family about dragon training, the preparation and process of training dragons…

 The pages of the book turn faster, until the last page.

“Huh~, this unknown Dragon King family has some experience with dragons.”

Rhaegar smiled with satisfaction.

 For example, dragon habits, volcanic landforms, and preservation of dragon eggs.

Targaryen also has some of this knowledge, but it is not as detailed as recorded in the book.

 “Dragon eggs... hatch.”

Rhaegar put down the parchment and thoughtfully picked up the silver and black dragon egg beside his leg.

Raise it above your head and take a closer look under the dim moonlight.

 An idea flashed in Rega's mind, and he mobilized the fire magic in his blood to nourish the dragon egg bit by bit.

 The book says that dragon eggs are preserved in the volcanic landscape, which is the dragon's nest on the Fourteenth Fire Peak.

 Dragon eggs have a higher hatching rate and the young dragons grow faster.

Rhaegar said seriously, "Dragon eggs, dragon eggs, hatch quickly."

 He suddenly remembered his childhood.

Rhaenyra chose a black dragon egg from Dreamfire and placed it in his cradle.

　　After so many years, the dragon egg still hasn't hatched in the dragon's lair.

 Watching the sisters Benila and Renya successfully hatching dragon eggs, he felt a little itchy.

　　It was suddenly cold, the dragon egg made a crisp sound, and a silver-black scale fell off.

 “Huh?” Rhaegar's eyes widened and he sat upright instantly.

 The sea breeze blew away the dark clouds, and a bright moon shed its light.

Through the large floor-to-ceiling windows, it happened to fall on the dragon egg and also on Rhaegar's face.

 Click click click…

 The dragon egg shook slightly, and the broken area became larger and larger.

As if the film was broken, a small dragon head poked out of the eggshell, reflecting a silver-black luster in the moonlight.

Rhaegar's breath was stagnant, and he raised his hands without daring to move.

Can't believe it, he hatched a baby dragon with his own hands.

 “Hiss…”

The young dragon's dark vertical pupils glanced wildly, slowly crawling out of the eggshell, stretching like a little black cat.

Looking at the appearance alone, the young dragon is almost a copy of Mogul.

The thin silver-black body is not even a little bigger, but the black head is as big as a goose egg, and the head-to-body ratio is astonishingly one to three.

The young dragon's thin neck supported its head, and it moved its body with great effort, and its large gray wings hugged Rhaegar's arm.

 One was not careful, his head was too big and he couldn't control the balance well, so he fell crookedly.

Rhaegar, with quick eyesight and quick hands, put his arms together to hold it back, preventing a tragedy in which the baby dragon died just after it hatched.

 “Hiss…”

The baby dragon neighed weakly, and stood up with its wings supporting Rhaegar's arms. The dragon's head looked back and forth at him.

Rhaegar's eyes were full of joy, and he smiled and said: "Little guy, are you okay?"

 (End of this chapter)

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