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

Chapter 380 Young Dragon, Thrax

 Two days later.

 The salty sea breeze blew, and the thick smoke from Reese gradually dissipated.

 Chengdong District, port.

Countless slaves swarmed around, wearing ragged clothes and kneeling on both sides of the streets.

In the crowd, there were men, old people, and women, all with sad faces, gathered together invariably.

Looking around, it seemed like all the slaves in the city were coming.

 The stench of sweat mixed with the strong smell of perfume and the smell of smoke after burning city-states turned the port into a slum.

 Living lowly is the main theme of their lives.

 To this day, subtle differences have occurred.

˜ and "Mogul" come from a belief system, and they are both one of the minority beliefs.

Rhaegar rode the war elephant and walked half the distance. The slaves shouted and kowtowed, crying and pleading pitifully.

  It doesn’t have a deep meaning, it’s just expressing an attitude.

Silver hair and purple eyes, speaks High Valyrian, and has a lively young dragon on his shoulders.

An elephant's roar suddenly sounded, followed by a hundred elite men in armor opening the way.

 Looking at the clothes, they all belong to the local rich and powerful.

 The old man prayed silently, while the child looked timidly.

He considered that if his children or Daemon's children could not hatch dragon eggs, they could tame this young dragon with a "unique bloodline".

Hang! Bang!

 At the back of the team, several Lisian officials beat the gongs, attracting everyone's attention.

"His Royal Highness Prince…"

The war elephant walked slowly into the alley, escorted back and forth by the elite of the Second Son Regiment, allowing the slaves to admire the winner of this war.

The young dragon raised its head and squatted down staggeringly with a mouth full of sharp teeth.

　　A group of male slaves crowded in front of the crowd and knelt down in front of them. Their necks were bruised by a circle of shackles, and their feet were free of heavy shackles.

A group of roving groups composed entirely of slaves, holding a wooden stake high every few meters, with living people or corpses embedded with iron nails.

 “Hiss…”

 Under the spotlight, Rhaegar was riding a war elephant, with a young and handsome face.

The streets became noisy, and the slaves' accumulated emotions could no longer be suppressed.

 "Thlax", the name of the ancient Valyrian **** who symbolizes exuberance, vitality and brings the dead.

 “Dragonlord Targaryen, let not the slavers return to Lys…”

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They all raised hundreds of slaves, enslaved men to work day and night, and bought and sold women at will and sent them to brothels.

 “Puff!”

At the end of the port, a gray war elephant several meters tall walked towards it with four hooves, swinging its nose that sprayed water leisurely.

For several days, the slaves were still uneasy.

 Its head is a bit large and does not match the body shape, so it is difficult to adapt to it during its newborn period.

Rhaegar touched the horned head and ignored the little guy.

 The purest Targaryen, roaming the streets of Lys.

The female slaves huddled in the back huddled together for warmth, and their normally exposed skin had an extra layer of linen to block the men's gaze.

A silver-black baby dragon the size of a domestic cat stands on its right shoulder, its chest straightened proudly, its misty-colored wings stretched out in demonstration.

Tens of thousands of low-class slaves, all waiting for a person or a signal.

The war in Lys is over and the Targaryen rule is about to begin.

It turned out that another team was hanging in the rear and arrived belatedly.

 The slaves raised their heads and clasped their hands in prayer.

 “Prince, please help us…”

Rhaegar looked around, already knowing something in his heart, and raised his arms and shouted: "I! Rhaegar of Targaryen, I will break your shackles, the dragon will not allow slavery and oppression!"

There was a high-pitched neighing sound in my ears, and a cool breeze blew on my shoulders.

Rhaegar hatched it, gave it a name, and kept it by his side temporarily.

Rhaegar glanced sideways slightly and said with a smile: "Thlax, be quiet."

He took off the black robe he wore during the war and casually wore a white shirt and a black horse-faced skirt embroidered with three red dragons.

 Hope to keep the masters of the dragons and ensure that they will not be enslaved again.

 The Lys side was defeated, most of the dignitaries and slave owners were captured, and all the slaves were liberated.

 The most critical point is that they are unwilling to submit to Targaryen's management.

 “Long live the Targaryens…”

 “Long live the Dragon King…”

Seeing the former majestic "adults" fall to the bottom, the slaves cheered and wanted to defecate on the adults on the spot.

Rhaegar gave a rough sweep and rode out of the alley on a war elephant.

Reese's power can run away, and the rest are defeats that are stubborn.

 Divide the political groups in Reese into roughly the following: rich people, commoners, and slaves.

 The rich have been settled and the surrendered have been appeased.

 The civilian population base is not small, most are hostile to Targaryens, and soldiers are needed to patrol the streets for supervision.

 Slaves are an oppressed group. Even though thousands of people were killed and injured in the burning of the city, they still chose to give freedom to the "invaders".

 …

 At noon, the team returned to the Governor's Mansion.

The city was simply cleaned up, corpses were removed from most areas, and the ruins of collapsed buildings blocked the passages.

Through the scorched streets, white stone high-rise buildings emerge in front of you.

Johanna was wearing a gauze skirt and looking forward to it.

The Sea Serpent is leading the army to repair the port and prepare for the capture of Tyrosh.

　　The men of Volantis broke into the Perfume Garden, looting and enjoying themselves without restraint. When Rhaegar walked in, Johanna bowed and said with a smile: "Prince, are you satisfied with my masterpiece?"

The graceful figure turned sideways, and a dozen Lisian officials stood in a row with their heads hanging down.

These are the people who surrendered to restore the management of people's livelihood in Lys.

Rhaegar turned over and jumped off the war elephant, and said with a smile: "Well done, many people are willing to surrender to the Iron Throne."

 The scenes of patrolling and punishing the powerful were created by Johanna. They are simple and crude but very effective.

 It has gathered a lot of people's hearts to a great extent.

 The two of them walked into the Governor's Mansion one after another and kept talking during the journey.

Johanna pointed to a mural of the goddess of **** on the wall and suggested: "Prince, faith is the best means of governance. Supporting the spread of a faith will win the confidence of the common people."

Rhaegar raised his eyebrows and quickened his pace.

Lis's beliefs are very mixed, except for the default goddess of lust, it is almost a hodgepodge.

The Faith of the Seven Gods is a native belief in Westeros and is not too popular here.

And he didn't want the Faith of the Seven Gods to cross the Narrow Sea and benefit the group of missionaries who restricted the Targaryens.

 Thought for a moment, then said calmly: "It's pending for now. We'll consider it after conquering Tyrosh."

　　Myr and Lys in the Three Women's Kingdom have fallen, and two of the three Free Trade Cities have been lost.

Tyrosh has been under siege for several days, and the decisive battle is coming soon.

Rhaegar pursed his lips and cursed secretly: "It's very strange that Dorne and Braavos haven't sent out troops yet."

While thinking about it, I walked back to the attic to eat.

Crunch—

The guard opened the door, and a red-robed figure stood in the room.

Rhaegar glanced at it, sizing it up secretly.

 A tall man with pale skin, blue eyes, and a shaved head.

What is more attractive is his pair of deep eyes, which seem to be full of wisdom and can see through people's hearts.

He has various tattoos on his face, the largest of which is a twisted black dragon on the left side of his face.

 “Who is he?” Rhaegar asked displeased.

 He doesn't like some fanatics, especially those who know evil witchcraft.

Johanna was one step behind and said respectfully: "Varys, an abandoned disciple of R'hllor Temple, is a genuine blood witch."

Rhaegar stared at Varys and asked politely: "Are you from Volantis?"

 “Where I lived for a while.”

Varys forced a smile, twisted the tattoos on his face, and continued: "I was born in Braavos, lived in the Temple of R'hllor in Lys and became a believer, and now I am kicked out again."

Less has complex beliefs and there is also a temple of R'hllor, but the area is far less grand than the temple in Volantis.

Rhaegar strode towards the dining table and said calmly: "What do you want, and what can you do for me?"

　The attitude you put forward is so cold that you can reject people thousands of miles away.

Varys didn't care either, and said in a crooked voice, "I heard that your sister is pregnant. I have some skills as a blood wizard and a fire warlock, and I want to be your heir's teacher."

Rhaegar's eyes sharpened and he said warily: "Do you think I would let a stranger get close to my child?"

“Prince, many of the dragon kings in ancient Valyria were blood wizards and fire sorcerers. This is no secret.”

Varys turned around and looked at him, pretending to be pitiful and said: "I'm sorry, I don't purely believe in the King of Light or other gods. I can only swear by my own skills. There is no malice in my appearance."

 “I can’t believe you.”

Rhaegar was unmoved and turned to look at Johanna at the door.

Johanna smiled apologetically and stood obediently.

Rhaegar narrowed his eyes slightly and kept thinking in his mind.

Johanna is known as the "Black Swan" and has extremely high control over people's hearts and political skills.

She handled Lys's affairs for Rhaegar, and introduced "Varys" who was full of faith.

 “Eager to seek power.” Rhaegar saw through the clue at a glance.

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Thrax neighed, flapped his wings and jumped on the dining table, biting into a piece of barbecue.

Varys looked at it unabashedly and recommended himself: "Prince, you can foresee the future from the fire. The tide of magic is rising sharply. You need someone who understands magic by your side."

 It can be seen that he is very interested in the young dragon.

Rhaegar touched Thrax's head and muttered: "Prove me your ability, and I will consider it as appropriate."

The other party said something that touched him.

 Magical Tide is the key.

He didn't feel much before, but he just felt that the magic in the air had increased a little.

 The bloodline transformed into a dragonborn, and he became more sensitive to magic.

The magic power is like waves gathered together, one wave higher than the other, surging continuously.

 Coupled with the conquest of the Three Women's Kingdom, the dragon's footprints once again set foot on the continent of Essos.

Rhaegar believes that it is time for the family to get in touch with the concept of magic and better protect their lives.

“Prince, most of my abilities have never been used, so I hope you won’t be disappointed.”

Varys took out his hands folded in his sleeves, with strange symbols tattooed on all ten fingers.

Hands shook violently, and wisps of flames emerged.

Varys squinted his eyes, picked up the half-gnawed and discarded cooked meat, and smeared the saliva on a porcelain plate.

Crush the porcelain plate into pieces with your big hands and rub the crumbs in your palms.

 After a few seconds, Varys opened his hands, holding a stone sculpture of a young dragon solidified in black dragonstone.

Rhaegar's eyes flashed and he confirmed: "You are really a blood wizard."

“It’s funny, I secretly learned this blood witchcraft from the Temple of R’hllor in Braavos. I only remembered it after hearing the news about the Twin Citadel.”

Varys pushed the dragonstone sculpture towards Thrax, who was jumping around, and said sincerely: "Prince, if you are willing to hire me, I can also help you build a flat-topped tower where the dragon kings of ancient Valyria live."

 (End of this chapter)