Game of Thrones: I became a crown prince for a day

Seeing the towering tower being destroyed, Mond's knees weakened and he knelt down with a dull expression.

This feeling of powerlessness is no less than that of having the entire Old Town's resources but being unable to save his wife who suffered a hemorrhage during childbirth.

Mond raised his head and looked sadly at the falling debris.

It was as if he was watching his wife, who had been tortured beyond human form, slowly and painfully take her last breath.

"Towering Tower!"

Mond's eyes were red and he yelled on the verge of collapse.

The Hightower family built the towering tower for thousands of years, resisting the invasion of the Andals, escaping the invasion of the Ancestors, and safely passed the period of the Conquerors.

It was obviously fine just now.

But the spire symbolizing war and power was burned down by a black dragon.

Unfortunately, people's joys and sorrows are not the same.

The glutton slowly circled around the stone staircase building, staring at the burning spire with green vertical eyes, and sniffed lightly with his nose.

"Dude, do you smell magic?"

Rhaegar was curious about what the big evil dragon was doing, and was contentedly riding on the dragon's back.

At an altitude of eight hundred feet, even if Mond was shouting loudly, he wouldn't be able to hear a single sound.

Of course, I won’t care!

The Hightower family is indeed powerful and has built the largest port in Westeros, with trade spread across both continents.

Moreover, we know how to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages.

No matter which invader came in the long history, Hightower could kneel down at the right time and accurately, and deliver it to the knee of the king.

Even Aegon the Conqueror and Balerion, the Black Death, did not harm Hightower in the towering tower.

But this time Hightower provoked Rhaegar, and they were kicked to the iron.

People with the surname Hightower cannot be killed easily, so I will tear down two pieces of the tower passed down by your ancestors and use them as stones.

The glutton shook his dragon head, a trace of disgust flashed across his vertical pupils, and he flapped his wings and slowly descended.

Doesn't smell like magic.

It may have existed before, but it has long since dried up and dried up.

Rhaegar touched the True Fire and Dragon Control Whip at his waist and remained rarely silent.

The surname Hightower is indeed ancient, noble and mysterious.

Unlike other native nobles, Hightower seemed to suddenly appear in Westeros.

But it doesn’t matter.

No matter how noble your bloodline is, can you still be as noble as the Dragon King of Valyria?

Rega rubbed the dragon's back, looking down at Mond who almost collapsed, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

The surname Targaryen represents blood and fire.

The dragon granted him privileges.

My father is now bedridden, and Allison is there to take care of him.

Rhaegar wanted to see what trouble Hightower in Oldtown could pull off.

"Hiss!"

"Hiss..."

The sheep thieves and Yang Yan came one after another, heading straight for the towering tower that lit the green fire.

"Sir, let's retreat first!"

Seeing that Mond's heart was filled with despair, the knight followed cautiously and dragged the lord back to the gate.

boom--

As soon as the front foot stepped away, the glutton then landed on the ground.

His feet sunk deep into the soft lawn, his dark wings set off waves of scorching air, and the surrounding flowers and plants instantly broke his spine.

"Hiss-"

This was not enough, the glutton with green eyes was cold and shouted at the stunned reception team.

"Protect the lord!"

The retinue knight had never seen such a scene before. His sword-drawing hand was trembling, and he gritted his teeth and stood in front of Mond.

What can the prince and the dragon do? The mission is to protect the lord.

"Roar?"

The glutton's dragon kiss grinned in a sarcastic arc, its wings supported the ground, and its long and thick dragon tail thrust forward as fast as lightning.

Paji——

The knight's sword flew away, spun 365 degrees in mid-air, and landed upside down on the lawn a hundred meters away.

As for the retinue of knights...

The dragon's tail flicked slightly, and it managed to stop exploding into a ball of blood mist, which fell into the lake in pieces.

The blue lake is dyed red, and small fish and shrimps are vying to eat.

Mond's eyes widened and he looked at this scene in disbelief.

How dare he!

Kill the knights who follow the Lord of Oldtown in front of him.

This is a sin against the beliefs of the Seven Gods.

"Glutton, be honest!"

Rhaegar's face turned cold, and he scolded the evil dragon for his crimes.

Then, looking down at the stunned Mond, he said casually: "Sorry, Lord Mond, gluttons are cruel by nature and never tolerate provocations from the weak."

"you……"

Mond was furious and wanted to rush forward to argue.

"Hiss..."

Aegon descended on Sunfire and stopped a few meters behind the glutton, his gorgeous appearance shining with golden light.

"Hiss!"

The sheep thief followed closely behind, landing ten meters behind and to the left of the glutton. The withered dragon head swung back and forth, swallowing a live goat that came from nowhere.

The two giant dragons that suddenly appeared blocked Mond's words.

Take a closer look.

Three giant dragons stared at the towering tower, and the three Targaryen brothers sat on the backs of various dragons.

The three Targaryens are all teenagers, the oldest being no more than 16 years old.

Led by Rhaegar, his eyebrows were more rebellious than the last, and he was used to being condescending.

From Mond's perspective, where there were still three Targaryens, they were clearly three active volcanoes that could destroy the old town at any time.

Three people and three dragons, there is no one left or right.

"Gulu~"

Subconsciously swallowing, he suppressed the curse words.

A sentence was repeated crazily in his mind.

The opponent has a dragon! !

Rhaegar looked down at Mond, who dared to be angry but dared not speak, and smiled without saying a word.

He didn't speak first, and Aegon and Aemond didn't dare to overstep their bounds. They both listened obediently on the dragon's back.

Mond looked around, trying to make eye contact with his two grandsons.

Aegon tilted his head and pretended he was blind.

Aemond touched his left eye, no longer even pretending to be blind.

Mond:…

I was sweating profusely.

Rhaegar grasped the heat, bowed his upper body slightly, and said with a smile: "Lord Mondstadt, the Dornish people are looting the crops in the old town. Do you mind if I light the bonfire in the towering tower for you?"

Aegon and Aemond were stunned for a moment, then looked up at the same time.

I hadn't noticed just now, but the spire of the towering tower was burning.

His eyes fell on the glutton with a fierce aura, and his heart skipped a beat unconsciously.

Apart from Vhagar and Vermithor, Targaryen basically has no opponent for this dragon-eating wild dragon.

Both Sheep Stealer and Yang Yan had the tragic experience of being bullied by gluttons.

"Gah!"

Yang Yan recalled the bad memories and silently stepped back ten meters to keep a safe distance.

The sheep thief is very clever, with his broad brown wings spread out, always ready to run away.

Wild dragons are naturally good at survival.

The two dragon masters were still afraid of Rhaegar and Glutton, let alone Mond, who was an ordinary person.

Mond forced out a smile that was uglier than crying: "I don't mind. The three princes have come from afar, please come into the humble abode to talk."

Otto has done a lot of harm!

This was not like a lord giving him authority over the crown prince. It was clearly Crown Prince Chi Guoguo giving him authority over someone else.

Rhaegar didn't answer in a hurry.

Aegon and Aemond had long been tired of riding the dragon, and were willing to climb off the dragon's back and enjoy the night.

Since Rhaegar didn't speak, he rested his chin on his hands and waited patiently.

If you don't wait, you will really get beaten!

Bang bang bang...

Just when Mond was embarrassed, a burst of applause came from the towering tower.

Rhaegar shifted his gaze.

I saw Otto, who was dressed meticulously, slowly walking out of the hall, holding a plate of bread and salt in his hand.

"Otto?"

Rhaegar narrowed his eyes slightly, a little surprised.

Tormund's messenger crow reports that Otto is hiding in the Red Keep, and Allison is the only one left to maintain the palace.

It turned out that he had slipped back to his hometown in Old Town.

Otto's face was easy-going, and he first saluted Rhaegar and said, "I have met the prince, and it is a great honor for the kingdom to see you safe and sound."

The conversation changed and he turned to the brothers Aegon and Aemond. He pretended to be grandpa and lectured: "If you two don't come down yet, the old town is your second home. Your mother is always happy to come home. "

Aegon and Aemond were startled when they heard this, and their hearts wavered.

Grandpa's identity suppression really worked for them.

When I was a child, I was taught many lessons by Otto and was instilled with all kinds of knowledge and ideas.

Rhaegar's eyes narrowed, and there was a hint of evil in his eyes.

What a good Otto, he is indeed calculating to the core, and even his words are so artistic.

Raise first and then suppress.

Holding him in his arms, stepping on his two younger brothers, he started to sow discord whenever he opened his mouth.

However, given their status as elders, Aegon and Aemond could not object.

Mond's face recovered and he offered help: "I have prepared a grand banquet to entertain the three highnesses."

Aegon's eyes lit up and he became very interested in the banquet.

Aemond remained silent, unwilling to intervene in the fight between his eldest brother and his grandfather.

One of the two sides is a blood brother, and the other is a powerful ancestral family.

He didn't want to offend anyone, and he couldn't help anyone.

Rega was not embarrassed by his two younger brothers and said straightforwardly: "No, there is still time for the banquet. I have more important things to deal with."

Otto frowned slightly: "How can you not be entertained by the Hightower family when you come to Old Town?"

"Not urgent."

Rhaegar refused, pointing to a magnificent building in the old town second only to the Towering Tower, and said: "My father is ill and the rebellion in Dorne continues. I want to meet the Archbishop and listen to the guidance of the Seven Gods."

He saw Otto's little calculation.

He used blood and family ties to tie his two grandsons together and escape from his eldest brother's chariot.

Overtly and covertly, he weakened his potential strength and achieved the political capital to fight against others.

In response, Rhaegar could only shake his head.

I really don’t have time to care about the so-called tactics of three melons and two dates.

While the three brothers are united, it is a good opportunity to take advantage of the situation to suppress the Church of the Seven Gods and hollow out the school city.

It is conducive to consolidating the rule and blessing the descendants.

He was not so bored that he lowered himself to the point of lowering himself to the same level of power as Otto.

According to the rules of his game, even with all his abilities, Rhaegar could never see a chance of winning.

However, Rhaegar is the one with the power to make the rules.

He wanted to play, and only Otto could play.

If he doesn't want to play, Otto has to get off the table.

Otto's expression changed slightly, he didn't expect the Crown Prince to be so disrespectful of dignity.

Rhaegar said: "I heard that the Hightower family has a close relationship with the Church of the Seven Gods. I need Lord Lawmund to lead the way and introduce the Archbishop to see me."

The corner of Mond's mouth twitched, and his heart was in a mess.

The belief in the Seven Gods is equal to the king's power.

What does it mean to introduce the Archbishop to see you?

According to his status, the Archbishop is equivalent to a king and is the chosen servant of the Seven Gods.

Rega tilted his head: "Have any questions?"

Speak up and I will listen with the glutton.

"Roar……"

The glutton roared, his voice rough and deep, making people's eardrums swell.

Mond's expression tightened and he immediately said: "Wait a moment, the servant will hitch the carriage right now."

"Thank you, Lord Mond."

Rhaegar smiled politely.

"Hiss-"

The glutton raised its head and roared, spread its wide wings, and fluttered its huge body.

"Hiss..."

The sheep thief and Yang Yan didn't know why, so they roared and spread their dragon wings to demonstrate.