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

The words hit Coben's heart and lungs.

Coben staggered a few steps, his face full of sorrow, and said humiliatingly: "As you wish, Your Highness."

The situation is stronger than the person, and there is no way to resist.

At this moment, Coben understood why the Archbishop in the history books could get the guidance of the Seven Gods and open the gate of Oldtown to welcome the conqueror.

Faith can't save Oldtown!

Rhaegar raised the corner of his mouth and waved his hand casually: "You are not feeling well, please go down and rest well, my wedding will be very grand."

The sadness in Coben's eyes was almost overflowing, and he lowered his proud head as the Archbishop, and retreated like a drowned dog.

This scene fell into the eyes of the missionaries and nuns present, and they all bowed their heads quickly, unwilling to believe their eyes.

The faith of the Seven Gods is sacred, how could it succumb to power.

Rhaegar tilted his head back and called out at the right time: "My Lord Archbishop, the Protestant Church needs devout believers. I hope you can send some missionaries to King's Landing to help build the cathedral."

Qyburn's body swayed, and he stuttered: "Building the cathedral, isn't it enough to recruit craftsmen for such a thing?"

"No!"

Rhaegar obviously didn't intend to let this weak Archbishop go, and smiled: "The cathedral needs the faith of believers, and missionaries must be involved in it, and set an example for the people of King's Landing."

Then he changed the subject and said playfully: "If you don't want the missionaries to suffer, you can set an example and lay the bricks and stones of the cathedral yourself."

Qyburn's eyes were full of tears. He looked at his skinny body and quickly agreed: "I will select a group of missionaries to send to King's Landing, so that they can work with peace of mind."

"Very good." Rhaegar was satisfied.

After a round of "no bargaining", the Archbishop fled away, dragging a group of missionaries and nuns away.

If he doesn't leave now, he doesn't know if the other party will make more excessive demands later.

For example, King's Landing lacks nuns, so they force the Starry Sept to hand over a batch of them.

However, Rhaegar did have this idea just now.

But seeing Aegon's stupid look of almost drooling over the nuns, he gave up the idea.

Missionaries like to get benefits, and they are dragged to King's Landing to work as laborers as a debt repayment.

Forget about harming nuns.

...

The Starry Sept suddenly became empty.

Rhaegar's eyes fell on Mond again and asked, "Where is Lord Otto? I wonder if the Tower of Heaven has received news from Alison?"

Alison was locked up in a small dark room for half a month, and was called the queen to move to the Sept to pray for the king.

Others don't know, and the Hightower family will definitely not believe this cover.

Mond lowered his head: "Otto rushed back to King's Landing a few days ago, hoping to make up for the mistakes made by Alison."

"Gone?"

Rhaegar frowned slightly.

With Otto's old fox character, he was willing to return to King's Landing at such a sensitive time to rescue his stupid daughter?

If he loved his daughter, he would not have sent Alisson to the bed of the king who had just lost his wife.

Step by step, he lured his own daughter to fight for power and profit, and used the queen's status to classify the royal power, and fed back the power of himself and the House of Hatter.

Aemond interrupted from the side: "Grandpa left Oldtown five days ago, saying that he wanted to have a good talk with mother."

As he said, he showed worry in his eyes and asked: "Did something happen in King's Landing?"

Aegon became energetic, and his dead fish eyes swept back and forth between Rhaegar and Mond.

The two brothers were in Oldtown, and the intelligence was almost zero.

From the few words of the two, Otto hurried back to King's Landing. It is not difficult to guess that something happened in King's Landing.

And it was about Alisson.

Facing the questions of his two younger brothers, Rhaegar did not show any fear, and said to Mond: "Do you say it or do I say it?"

Mund hesitated for a moment.

"Then I'll tell you."

Rhaegar looked calm and said directly: "Alison made a mistake. You'd better not ask too much. I'll think of a compromise."

As soon as the voice fell.

Aegon put down his arms and looked blank.

He was very confused at this time.

The brothers were fighting outside, and then their mother was making trouble at home.

What about my credit?

"Will it be okay?"

This sentence was asked by Aemond, and there was a flash of anxiety and helplessness in his one eye.

He was only 11 years old. Even after the baptism of blood and fire, he still couldn't resist the sudden change.

Compared with Aegon and Helena, he was deeply influenced by Alison's "small family" teaching and cared about his relatives in the small family.

Looking at the two brothers who reacted differently, Rhaegar did not scare them and gave a positive answer: "Alison is the queen, there will be no danger."

To be fair.

The two younger brothers were fighting for him, the eldest brother, and their mother was gone before they knew it.

Rhaegar would feel very guilty.

Hearing this, Aegon and Aemond both breathed a sigh of relief.

One was glad that the credit was not lost, and the other was happy that his mother was safe.

"But!"

Rhaegar suddenly said something that made the brothers' hearts rise to their throats again.

Especially Aegon, he was full of energy, sweeping away his lazy and decadent temperament.

"Any other requests?"

Aemond asked hurriedly.

"Haha, I'm just kidding you."

Rhaegar laughed and turned his eyes to Mond, his voice cold: "But, just because Alison is fine, it doesn't mean that others are fine too."

Mund's eyes twitched, and he subconsciously took a step back.

Behind him, there were more than a dozen well-equipped knights.

Rhaegar took a quick look and only paid attention to one person.

The shield was engraved with "sharp-horned bull skull on a blood-red background", from the Bulwer family of Blackcrown City.

Looking at the other person's face, it was the Lord of Blackcrown City, Earl Brod Bulwer.

The Hightower family has several vassal families, and the Bulwer family is one of them.

In addition, the Linman family of Hive City, Mullendor of Highland City, Cottoin of Three Towers, and Iku family of Sunflower Hall are all powerful earl vassals.

The Hightower family established Oldtown and owns the entire harbor of Whispering Bay.

The major vassals built castles around Oldtown to protect the safety of Oldtown at all times.

This is the main reason why the Hightower family has been prosperous for a long time and even surpassed the Tyrell family, the vassal.

Rhaegar's eyes were deep, and he asked: "Why did I only see Earl Bulwer? Didn't the other earls come?"

Mond's forehead was covered with sweat, and he said embarrassedly: "The Dornish bandits are causing trouble, and I didn't summon the vassals."

"Really?" Rhaegar smiled playfully.

Except for Lord Linman of Hive City who was in King's Landing, the other earls all sent letters to Raven, declaring that they would never participate in the political struggle between the royal family and the Hightower family.

Mond's face became more and more ugly, and he wanted to find a hole to hide in.

He did not fail to summon his vassals, and even asked other families in the Reach for an alliance.

For half a month, only the reckless man of the Bulwer family led 500 infantry and 300 archers to Oldtown.

The motto of this family is "rather die than surrender".

Rhaegar stood up and patted his clothes, saying as he walked: "Lord Mond, the Citadel leads the way."

The Seven Gods surrendered, and the Citadel and Hightower were easily cleaned up.

Mond had no choice but to walk out with a group of people.

Aegon and Aemond had their own thoughts and followed the team.

...

The Citadel was built on a remote dock in Oldtown, and few people came to play in the past.

Led by Mond himself, the three-headed dragon soon arrived at the gate of the Citadel.

"Hiss--"

The glutton landed with a roar, and the hot air blew the glass of the Citadel, shaking, as if a fire without gunpowder was ignited.

Rhaegar sat on the dragon's back and looked at the iconic buildings of Westeros in front of him.

The Citadel is located by the Mead River. Its towers and domes are connected by stone arch bridges, and the residential hall is built on the bridge.

It is convenient for scholars to communicate while reducing the need for housing.

On both sides of the main gate, there is a tall green sphinx statue, a monster with a lion's body, eagle wings and a snake's tail.

Rhaegar looked sideways.

One of them has a male face, and the other has a female face.

It is a bit like the sphinx-faced building that flashed by in a dream, full of the exotic style of the Essos continent.

Boom--

The arched door under the towering city tower slowly opened, and dozens of scholars in bachelor's robes rushed out.

The scholars were of all ages, but most of them were middle-aged or older, with numb faces but shining eyes, and a kind of detachment that they were the only ones awake while the world was drunk.

There were three old scholars in the lead, with the appearance characteristics of baldness, skinny, and dead fish eyes.

Rhaegar smacked his lips secretly, thinking that it really fits the stereotype of the Citadel maester in his mind.

Life is only about exploring knowledge, regardless of personal image.

Vaegon the Dragonless was also honored in this way, and in his later years he was so exhausted that he couldn't get out of bed.

The three old maesters took small steps forward and stopped far away from the three dragons.

Looking at the glutton who was the first to be hit, a trace of shock flashed in their eyes, as if they saw an unimaginable monster.

After a moment of hesitation, the old maester with a pair of dead fish eyes bowed and saluted, his voice stiff: "The three princes have arrived, and the Citadel is honored. Please come in."

The other two old maesters came back to their senses after hearing the voice, lowered their heads, and saluted in a pretentious manner.

Rhaegar looked down from above, saw their expressions clearly, and said calmly: "I have met Dr. Fisher, and I have long admired the other nine cardinal doctors."

The thin old scholar straightened his back and believed it: "I can submit an application to the General Steward's Office so that you can meet the others as soon as possible."

The Citadel is a place to learn knowledge. No matter whether it is a doctor or a newcomer, they all study all day without exception.

Other doctors have to give lectures and conduct scientific research, and they need to make an appointment in advance to show up.

Rhaegar had heard about the twists and turns, and cooperated: "Thank you."

Then he nodded to Aegon and Aemond, and the three brothers climbed down the dragon's back together.

Three giant dragons crawled at the entrance of the Citadel, any one of them was taller than the two green statues at the entrance, and the vertical pupils flashed a fierce color from time to time.

Rhaegar walked in front, the scholars opened a path, and the three old doctors led the way.

Along the way, the thin old doctor kept chattering, introducing the customs and customs of the Citadel.

Rhaegar accepted it with pleasure, looking at every tree and grass in the Citadel.

The gray stone building gave people the first impression of being tall and large, with a sense of emptiness at high altitudes.

The unique style of the Citadel, everything is simple yet elegant, and you can do whatever is convenient.

Rhaegar nodded from time to time and asked about important places such as the library and the library.

Because of the dispute between Alisson and Rhaenyra, he rarely visited Oldtown, not to mention the Citadel that he had rejected since childhood.

It was his first time in the Citadel, and he was really a little excited.

He still remembered the two old maesters who had crammed him with education, and also remembered the oath he had made when he was young.