MTL - Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day

Chapter 366 The Dragon Egg of Braavos

Pentos' minister Rod was the first to speak: "Prince Rhaegar, now that he has conquered Myr, I think we should discuss the post-war distribution."

 In this war, Pentos fought as an ally and spent a lot of money to transport the Westeros army.

 The prince himself hired an army of 5,000 men, including more than 1,000 Dothraki cavalry who were capable of fighting.

　　Having conquered Mir, I naturally want to get a share of the pie.

Rhaegar glanced at him and said displeasedly: "The war in the Three Women's Kingdom is not over yet, so I'm just trying to get some benefits."

Turning his head, he looked at Sea Serpent and Damon and said, "I know what you want, but the war is still going on, so don't look so short-sighted."

The sea serpent had an ugly face and said solemnly: "Velaryon's sacrifice is obvious to all. I lost two nephews in the battle of Lys."

 The war was fought over new territories and maritime trade.

For this reason, he did not hesitate to use his family wealth as bait to die, and also lost two elite nephews. We need to see the attitude of the Iron Throne.

Damon nodded and looked back at the three red dragon flags on the Governor's Mansion, which conveyed a full meaning.

 On the eve of the war, he had an unpleasant negotiation with his brother Viserys.

 Which free trade city-state he conquered and which city-state served as his princely fiefdom.

 mils are pretty good.

Rhaenys and Lannino, mother and son, watched on the sidelines, keeping silent with their brows slightly furrowed.

 In their opinion, Sea Serpent and Daemon were too impatient.

In addition, Gray Worm, Robb, Vale Cavalry, and Dothraki Cavalry were all more or less gathered around the garden, watching the power struggle with different expressions.

Under the eyes of everyone, Rhaegar's attitude could be described as tough, and he said coldly: "If you want sweetness, you can. Get out of this war first, and I will apply for a treasure reward from the Iron Throne."

 Turning to Pentos Minister Rhodes, he said mercilessly: "You can lead your troops to withdraw from Myr immediately, and the compensation from the Iron Throne will come later, unless you want to continue to participate in the war to capture Lys and Tyrosh."

Rhode was stunned for a moment and said with a sneer: "Prince, the Prince will definitely carry out the Narrow Sea War to the end. You don't have to test Pantos' loyalty to his allies."

 There was a lot going on in my head at the same time.

Mir has been occupied by the Iron Throne, the treasure of Pentos has been pressed on the Narrow Sea War, and is hostile to the other Free Trade Cities.

Moreover, the obscurity swept over the Unsullied, the Second Sons, and the Knights of the Vale.

With nearly five thousand soldiers and horses, it was more than enough to defend Myr. Pantos had no chance of turning his back.

 “The prince is very generous, and the Iron Throne will not treat its allies badly.”

Rhaegar struck a stick and gave a sweet date, giving an ambiguous guarantee.

 He needs the power of Pentos.

Less and Tyrosh are island city-states and cannot take a detour and fight on foot like the attack on Myr.

Pantos has money and a fleet, carries the banner of the Free Trade Cities' internal strife, and is a good ally both emotionally and rationally.

Rhaegar's eyes turned to Sea Serpent and Daemon, and asked directly: "When the war is over, there will be a reward from the Iron Throne. You can consider it yourself."

 The two of them are not fools who are eager for quick success, and they will understand the pros and cons.

The fearless ones were cleaning and repairing the governor's palace. Rhaegar called Aunt Rhaenys and Lannino, and walked into the Myr capital building together.

 There are still many important things to solve next.

  Mir's city wall repairs, neighborhood cleaning and maintenance, civilian relief, slave resettlement...

 Only after these civil affairs are settled can we lead our troops to sea.

 …

 Time flies, and I spend four busy days.

 mill, the north gate.

Nearly a thousand Dothraki cavalry gathered outside the city gate. The neighing of the war horses was mixed with the whispers of the Dothraki, making it chaotic and noisy.

A strong Dothraki with long braided hair and several bells stood on horseback in front of the crowd, his rough and dark face solemn.

　　　　　…

Rhaegar, dressed in black robes and riding a white horse, came towards him.

Hundreds of cavalrymen from the Second Regiment accompanied them, carrying boxes of goods.

Rhaegar waved his hand and said generously: "Oscar, your tribe was established not long ago, and this money is a gift from the Iron Throne."

Oscar's brows knitted into a knot, and he spoke in awkward Common Tongue: "Pantos paid."

“I know, this box is a personal gift from me.” Rhaegar smiled.

He was greatly impressed by the wildness of the Dothraki cavalry on the battlefield.

As far as I know, the Kaa in front of me comes from a tribe of tens of thousands of Dothraki cavalry, and was once one of the bloodriders of Kaa in this tribe.

 The Khal was injured on the battlefield and was challenged to death by another bloodrider.

 According to Dothraki rules, the winner is the new Khal.

 Secretly, many people were unconvinced and the tribe fell apart.

Oscar'o led two thousand Dothraki cavalry and more women and children to migrate. He also had to avoid being attacked by other tribes, and his life was very difficult.

Rhaegar planned to lend a helping hand and win over one or two.

Oskar's brows relaxed slightly and he said in a low voice: "Master of the dragon, I am willing to accept your kindness, but the Dothraki will not fight across salt water."

 “No need, you have done a good enough job.”

Rhaegar smiled heartily and said, "Take the money and we can leave. If necessary in the future, we may be able to contact you."

　　After capturing the Three Women’s Kingdom, the remaining Free Trade Cities will definitely not stand idle.

  Recruiting a group of the strongest Dothraki cavalry in the Essos continent in advance is also for the sake of the future.

Anyway, he was not short of money. A lot of gold and silver treasures were looted from the merchants' homes in Mir.

 “Thank you, generous prince.”

Oscar thanked him respectfully, approached slowly on his horse, and cautiously stretched out his palm to pat Rhaegar's chest.

With admiration on his serious face, he said: "Dothraki never wear iron clothes."

Rhaegar pursed his lips and smiled: "I'm not used to wearing iron clothes either."

 A friendship was established between the two parties, and Oscar set out to leave.

Dothraki cavalry carried dozens of boxes of goods, screamed and rode out of Myr to collect debts in Pentos.

Looking at the dusty barbarian cavalry, Rhaegar's eyes brightened slightly, and he looked back at the fearless legion patrolling the city wall.

The Unsullied have no cavalry, and Gray Worm can only train Dauntless, who are strong in foot combat.

  The Targaryens lacked a cavalry legion for the frontal battlefield.   …

 Gulf port.

 Dozens of warships hoisted three red dragon and seahorse flags, and Pantos mercenaries in colorful clothes boarded the ships one after another.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　…

In mid-air, Melias neighed, and his well-proportioned scarlet body slowly hovered.

 Below, Gluttonous Eater and Haiyan are crawling on the ground, waiting for the driver to ride.

Gray Worm led a group of Unsullied to maintain order and disperse nearby slaves.

Rhaegar faced Rhaenys face to face and said patiently: "Aunt, Myr will be a territory directly under the royal family, and you will be in charge for the time being."

Rhaenys said with a serious face: "Don't worry, with Melias and me, no one can take Myr back."

Rhaegar nodded: "The fearless ones and the knights of the valley are all left behind, enough for you to defend the city."

He waved to Gray Worm and said, "Your mission is to personally protect the Dragon Prince."

　　The ensuing war spread to the Stepped Stone Islands, and so many troops were not needed for the time being.

 Maintaining order in Mill is more important.

Rhaegar gave a few more brief instructions.

 For example, giving porridge to civilians in distress, and providing slaves with some manual labor in repairing buildings in exchange for food.

 In a word, the Myr people cannot be left idle.

As soon as people are free, they will get into trouble.

 Confirming that everything was correct, Rhaegar and Lannino climbed onto the dragon's back.

 …

  Rees, the Perfume Garden.

In a certain attic, vulgar curses suddenly sounded.

“Are the people of Myr all pigs and dogs? They were easily defeated by the Iron Throne!”

　　"Regio of Pentos, he dares to join the Iron Throne to invade the land of Essos, I will chop off his head and dip it in the latrine..."

　　　…”

After a few days, the news of Myr's defeat finally reached the ears of Bambaro, the governor of Lys.

 The two allies were gone in the blink of an eye, which Bambaro, who was born in a humble background, could not accept.

How dare the two governors of Myr be so wasteful!

 His brains are all used to making money and selling slaves.

 Through a door, Bambaro roared loudly: "Go and call Priest Ross, I want someone to tame that wild dragon immediately!"

Outside the wooden door, a graceful black-haired figure listened to every word and walked away silently.

Johanna walked in a hurry, her white and tender thighs swayed out of her gauze skirt, and her plump, round and straight legs twisted into ambiguous curves.

boom-

Go back to the independent bedroom and close the door tightly.

Johanna frowned slightly, took out a pen and paper and wrote a letter.

 “Quack…”

There is a raven hanging in a cage in the bedroom, letters are stuffed into the mailbox, and the window is opened to let it fly.

 Having done everything well, Johanna straightened her low-cut clothes and regained her dignified and elegant temperament.

　　叩叩…

 There was a knock on the door, and a beautiful woman walked in with her head lowered.

　　Johanna handed her a key and pursed her red lips: "Transfer all the money in my brothel to the Volantis house."

 She foresaw the arrival of the Targaryen dragons in Lys.

 The money she has saved for so many years is the only precious thing besides her connections.

 …

 Braavos.

 Poseidon Palace, underground secret room.

  In a dim environment, the space is very empty, and the sound of slight breathing can be clearly heard.

On both sides of the stone wall, clusters of kerosene lamps were lit, illuminating a faint light.

“Priest Lanni, how long is it until your estimated time?”

On a giant high platform, Ferrego, the Sea King of Braavos, had a heavy face and his voice was impatient.

“The arrival of the red comet triggers a tide of magic. All you have to do is wait for the right time.”

 A mature woman wearing a gray robe, long silver vertical hair, and fair skin responded.

 There is a wooden scepter in his hand, with a bright moon carved on the top.

The special religion of Braavos—the Moonsingers

Ferrego frowned and asked: "Master Priest, Myr has fallen. I need an accurate time."

 The Iron Throne was at war with the Three Women's Kingdom, and he sided with the Three Women's Kingdom for selfish reasons.

Now that the war has begun, White Harbor, Seagull Town, and Crab Island in Westeros have united to form a fleet to block the routes and trade in the upper half of the Narrow Sea.

It's okay for a short time, but if it takes a year and a half, Braavos' economy will be overwhelmed.

He, the King of the Sea, is waiting to be assassinated.

After several urgings, Priest Lani looked calm and said: "Look at the stars, it will probably be in the near future. I have no other comment."

 After saying that, he turned around and left coldly, without giving the Sea King any face.

In Braavos, the Moonsinger religion has always had great prestige.

Ferrego's face fell, and he cursed in his mind: "Damn bitch, she refuses to ask anything."

Phew!

 A breeze blew, and the bonfire on the high platform swayed violently, and the flames rose brightly.

 In the orange firelight, the remains of a giant dragon dozens of meters long were revealed, and the pitch-black keel seemed to be able to swallow the light.

　　Ferrego’s gaze was attracted, and a pair of blue eyes showed uncontrollable greed.

 Under the keel, three dragon eggs of different colors and covered with scales were crowded into a straw nest.

 (End of this chapter)