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

"Hiss... Ga..."

Sharp screams surrounded the black wall, and the bloodthirsty giant insects fell vertically.

Wow…

The crowd knelt down uniformly and looked at the man and the dragon in front of the tower with trepidation.

Rhaegar said nothing and calmly accepted everyone's worship.

From the first moment he met the guard, he knew that the people of Volantis had not forgotten their former emperor.

Even if there is only a temporary emperor who rises and sets.

In the crowd, an old man crawled forward tremblingly and said with tears in his eyes: "Your Majesty the Emperor, thank you for killing Teslio."

With his shout, the fate of both parties was decided.

Seeing that the situation was over, the garrison and guards dropped their weapons and knelt down respectfully.

Although the title of Emperor is a joke, the benefits of the Emperor's power have always affected Volantis.

The differentiation between east and west urban areas has been weakened, port pollution has been removed, and deep-seated crimes have been combated...

These were all orders issued by Rhaegar, carried out by the Elephant Party consuls for ten years.

Even if the governor is lazy, the policy will have little effect.

It also left a strong mark on the common people and slave class.

Rhaegar held the real fire in his hands and said decisively: "From now on, Volantis will be under the protection and jurisdiction of the Iron Throne!"

Boom——

The glutton jumped off the tall building, his huge body landed heavily on the ground, his pale green vertical eyes showing scrutiny.

With its jump, the already precarious tower collapsed and exploded with different fireworks.

"Long live His Majesty the Emperor!"

"True Dragon Lord!"

"..."

The crowd was extremely emotional, shouting at the top of their lungs for the emperor, and looked at each person and one dragon with enthusiasm and admiration.

From beginning to end, the people of Volantis were unwilling to go to war.

The city-states were once ruled by the Qing officials by Rhaegar, and they once formed an alliance against the Three Female Kingdoms to jointly make profits through sailing and trade.

If they suddenly turn against each other, it is not reliable to surrender the whole city to a true dragon lord.

Rega's stern face finally showed a hint of smile.

On top of the black wall.

Corakxiu crawled slowly, like a big bloody snake.

Damon had a complicated expression as he looked down at his nephew who was being kowtowed by everyone.

Where is the way to be a king?

boom--

The black-walled city gate opened, and warriors in red robes rushed in.

Each one is tattooed with flames and holds a spear and buckler, the hands of the sacred fire of the temple of R'hllor.

Rhaegar glanced at it and thought that someone was here to clean up the mess.

There is support inside and a large army outside.

Volantis changes hands.

…

The next day.

It looks like the mansion of a party executive.

"Cuckoo cuckoo..."

The garden-style buildings are surrounded by flocks of birds chirping.

Rhaegar woke up reluctantly with sleepy eyes.

A system prompt sounded in my ears.

"This exploration is over, please pick up the lost treasures."

"..."

Two beeps appeared in succession, at different times.

Rega rubbed the corners of his eyes and stretched out his hand to flatten the bed.

A bronze basin and a blue clam bead.

In addition, there are two halos of different sizes, one red and one blue.

Wave~

The red and blue light spots exploded and turned into a small ball of bright light, which couldn't wait to get into his palm.

"The relic was picked up successfully, under detection..."

"The test was successful and it was determined to be a legendary relic, Royna's attachment."

"The test was successful and it was determined to be a rare relic, a spiritual orb."

Rhaegar looked around and found someone sleeping in a cleared tower. He murmured softly: "Legendary level and rare level, the Rhoynar people are really good at it."

With a thought, a blue water drop and a blue crystal ball appeared out of thin air.

The water drop is "Lloyd's attachment". It feels soft and cool, and looks like a sapphire jewelry at first glance.

Call up the system panel and record the prompt word triggered by the relic.

"Water wizards of Rhoynar, you are a strong shield against the dragon king, and the water of the Rhoyne is destined to flow in your veins."

Rhaegar tilted his head in confusion and threw the blue water droplets into the bronze basin.

Pattering...

The water rippled, and a light drizzle fell along the edge of the basin.

But still no change.

Rhaegar was not upset and ordered his servants to get something.

Then, he looked at the bronze water basin, blue clam beads, and spiritual orbs.

The bronze water basin is called a "holy object" and has the same nature as the flaming red heart inlaid at the end of the hilt of the true fire sword.

Rhaegar washed his face in the basin, which was refreshing and soothing.

With an idea, I scooped up a spoonful of face wash water and drank it.

The coolness, the slightest sweetness, and the tiredness are swept away.

"It tastes good." Rega spoke highly of it.

I don’t know if this basin is a good thing, but the water in the basin does have something to say.

It seems to contain a subtle amount of magic. Drinking it for a long time can help nourish your mental power and repair hidden injuries in your body.

Putting away the bronze water basin, Rhaegar affirmed: "It is a treasure, and it will not be replaced by any city-state."

Take it back and give it to your wife and children.

Immediately, check out the blue clam beads and spiritual orbs.

The clam bead is very ordinary, just an ordinary clam bead.

Rhaegar looked carefully and found that there was plenty of water magic hidden inside.

"Clam beads from a magic clam?"

Rhaegar recalled the legends about the Rhoynar and could not help but speculate.

During the Free Fortress period, the tide of magic was surging, and there were many magical creatures in the world.

On the continent of Westeros, the children of the forest and the giants peacefully rule together.

Direwolves, sea monsters, and shadow lynx also live in the North, the Iron Islands, and the Vale.

As time passes, the tide of magic recedes.

Humans took the initiative, and magical creatures withdrew from the stage of history.

Before the Battle of the Rhoyne River, the dragon kings hunted a giant turtle revered as the "Old Man of the River" in the Rhoyne River, which triggered a bloody battle that shook the world.

It can be seen that there were definitely more magical creatures in the past than now.

"It's also a good thing, put it away."

Rhaegar played with the magic clam bead for a while, feeling a little regretful.

Clam beads can store magic power, but it seems to be only applicable to water magic.

He is a pure fire magician, and the model does not match.

The last thing, the spiritual orb.

Rhaegar checked it over and over again and concluded: "A one-time relic."

The orb is not big, just a small fingertip.

Rhaegar's eyes flashed, and he exerted a little force in his hand.

With a snap, the orb was broken.

Strands of blue silk-like magic power floated out, and suddenly turned into a hot fiery red.

Whoosh!

It drilled into Rhaegar's chest.

Rhaegar's spirits lifted, and he felt the fire magic in his blood was restless and rushing into his chest.

Boom! Boom!

With the muffled sound of a heavy hammer, his heart beat wildly.

Gradually, a small vortex appeared in his heart, swallowing up all the fire magic in his blood.

Rhaegar was shocked. He had never experienced such a strange thing.

Boom! Boom!

Every time the heart beat, the vortex rotated a circle.

The swallowed fire magic was purified twice, mixed into the blood and flowed through the body again.

Seeing this, Rhaegar felt a little relieved, knowing that it was a blessing rather than a curse.

After the blood flowed around, the fire magic in the blood vessels did not increase but decreased.

Strangely, the originally restless fire magic was unusually obedient, like a hound with smooth edges.

Creak——

The door opened, and the servant walked in with a black-haired head.

The head had olive skin, and the brain was empty.

...

Rees, the tower.

Knock, knock~

There was a knock on the door, and Helena asked in confusion: "Who, come in."

Squeak——

White Maggot Xiaomei stood at the door of the room with a slightly bulging belly.

"What are you doing here?"

Helena knelt on the ground, packing up the sewn clothes, looking very busy.

The two had no intersection and couldn't talk to each other at all.

White Maggot Xiaomei's eyes were calm, and she said something shocking: "Lanar is back, with the seriously injured Corliss Valerian."

Helena turned around instantly and asked nervously: "How is he?"

"Don't worry, he's fine, better than anyone else."

White Maggot Xiaomei walked into the room step by step, staring at Helena with sharp eyes, and tentatively said: "You care about your brother so much that you don't even care about other people's eyes."

Helena frowned and asked suspiciously: "What do you want to say?"

Brother is fine, why are you looking for her?

White maggot Xiaomei stroked her belly and said, "We are all wives of annexation, and we should help each other."

Helena frowned even deeper, and she had already grasped the long needles for knitting.

White maggot Xiaomei sat on the ground, her eyes calm: "We can't beat the original wife, you are a thorn in the eyes of Rhaenyra, aren't you?"

"No!" Helena didn't buy it, and said contemptuously: "My brother loves me more than Daemon loves you, and I have no intention of shaking Rhaenyra's position."

White maggot Xiaomei was speechless, she didn't expect that the silly girl who always talked nonsense would speak so sharply.

Helena turned her head and issued an order to expel her: "Get out, don't come again."

Do you really think she is a fool?

Rhaenyra has the eldest son and the second son as heirs, and she won't care about her children.

And I don't know why.

Rhaenyra's resistance to her is far less than that of Lady Jenny in the valley.

Upon learning that she was pregnant, he specially arranged a room for her in the style of the bedroom in Summerhall, and brought all the usual female companions and court members to Lys.

His attitude was obvious, and he happily accepted the birth of her baby.

In this case, and since she had no intention of competing for favor, why would she bother with the endangered white maggots?

Dragons have three heads, and they are not meant to bite each other.

White maggot Xiaomei froze in place, not knowing whether to leave or go.

When Daemon rode the dragon to the battle, she felt that she was in danger all the time.

She tried to contact Lady Jeyne in the valley, but received no response.

After all, as the third party who was rejected by the original wife, they might sympathize with each other.

Unfortunately, the Eyrie did reply.

The letter was to Princess Lyanna, and a sentence was specifically mentioned at the end.

Eagles do not associate with maggots.

Early this morning, Lanar rode Vhagar back to Lys, and brought back the seriously injured and dying owner of Tidehead Island.

White maggot Xiaomei thought her chance had come.

She took a risk and tried to win over the little princess Helena.

Unexpectedly, she was rejected more decisively.

Helena clenched the long needle, endured and endured, and muttered: "Let's go, don't disturb me."

She was afraid that if she stayed any longer, she would lose control and do it.

Being pregnant, her nerves were also very sensitive.

White maggot Xiaomei stared at her for a long time, and got up in a daze.

Born in a lowly family, inferior to others in every way.

She couldn't even win over a decent ally.

Creaking——

The door opened, and two figures happened to block the way.

"White maggot?"

Rainier frowned immediately, observing whether Helena on the carpet was okay.

Helena just glanced at the three people and sewed the little clothes again without caring about it.

Rhaenyra stared at the white maggot Mei and asked, "Messalia, what are you doing in Helena's room?"

Rhaegar entrusted Helena to her before he left, and she must not let anything go wrong.

White Maggot Xiaomei was nervous in vain, resisting the urge to flee, and stared at the two people in front of her.

Lannar, still wearing red armor, stared at her with a frosty face.

…

At dusk, the sun gradually set.

In the bedroom where the model of a sailboat was hung, a sea snake with bloodless lips lay on its back on the bed.

“What’s wrong?”

Lannar asked anxiously.

Helena raised her head, stared at her, and said softly: “He is not the Valerian who died in bed.”

A ouroboros without ears or eyes crawled in the palm of her hand, making a hissing sound.