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

Chapter 520: Treasures of Changxia Land

into the night.

The sky was dark and the campfire illuminated the camp.

"Wipe yourself off quickly, don't get caught in the cold."

Rhaegar, his hair wet and his black robe draped over one arm, strode into the tent.

Helena's face was pale, her body was wet, and her hair was messy and stuck to her hair.

The little girl was very bold and walked into the tent without any shame.

Let’s change clothes together.

Lannar looked serious, dried her wet long curly hair, and walked into her tent.

At this time, the three dragons, including the Glutton, were crawling on the ground, panting, with steam rising from their scales.

The station is quite far away from the sea of ​​smoke.

After running for a whole day, they destroyed several fleets in the Slave Bay, and finally rushed back in the midst of a violent storm.

Even dragons get tired.

Menghuo was lying on the hillside, and a new tent appeared on the edge of the light blue dragon wings.

There were people gathering in the tent, and sad prayers could be heard faintly.

……

In the middle of the night, the dark clouds dispersed.

The bright moonlight shines down, washing away the barren land after the haze.

"Hiss... Ga..."

Taking advantage of the night, a slender scarlet dragon shadow flew over, flapping its broad wings and falling straight down.

boom--

Korakxiu was in an excited state and landed on the ground actively.

puff-

A figure fell from the dragon's back and rolled several times in the dust.

The sound naturally alarmed the garrison.

Rhaegar, shirtless, lifted the tent door and stuck his head out to take a look.

The moment the curtain was pulled open, a white figure flashed past.

"Damon!"

Lannar ran out at some point and found Korakxiu and the rolling figure.

Without hesitation, he hurried forward.

"I'm here."

Suddenly, a playful voice was heard, and a figure slid down from Korakhu's back.

Damon's armor was intact. He excitedly pulled up the falling figure, and the corners of his lips curled up: "You walked too fast. I caught an interesting guy."

"Woooooo~~"

With the help of the moonlight, the figure's face could be seen clearly.

A tall, sloppy man with white hair.

"Dragon seed?"

Lanaer glanced at it and frowned in confusion.

Damon grabbed the slovenly man by the collar and walked towards the tent. He said calmly, "More than that, I hope to get some useful information from him."

Not far away, Rhaegar changed his clothes.

Helena's face was pink, her head was buried in her chest, and her hands were behind her back buttoning her clothes.

Just about to get a good night's sleep.

……

A few minutes later, everyone gathered at Damon's tent.

Rhaegar looked around and saw a Valyrian slave huddled in a corner who he had caught but hadn't had time to interrogate.

Different from the slaves who trembled.

Damon sat in a chair with his legs spread out, one foot on the table and the other stepping on the sloppy man.

"what's the situation?"

Rhaegar spoke, slightly speculative.

Damon chuckled, kicked the slovenly man, and said generously: "A thief who claims to have seen the hybrid dragon king will surely be able to get useful information from him."

Rhaegar became interested and looked the sloppy man up and down.

His hair was so dirty that you couldn't tell its original color. He was kneeling on the ground, trembling all over, with a look of extreme fear on his face.

After just one glance, Rega's interest waned.

At first glance he looks like a brave man, but in reality he is a coward who bullies the weak and fears the strong.

It is difficult to gain anything from such a person.

"Nephew, don't underestimate any little person."

Damon smiled unpredictably. He stepped on the sloppy man's fingers and crushed them hard. His voice was cold: "Tell me! Any information you think is useful!"

“Yes, I said everything.”

The slovenly man was obviously frightened by the dragon. He said tremblingly: "The new Dragon King is a shepherd. I have bought wool from him before."

"His family lived in a remote countryside and originally had no surname."

"Ships from the Three Kingdoms are entering Meereen, and the Good Lords are beginning to recruit Valyrians."

“Once he heard about the dragon, the new Dragon King signed up and was taken seriously.”

boom--

Damon took the helmet and hit the sloppy man on the head. He said coldly: "Tell me some useful information, don't challenge my patience."

"I said! I said!"

The slovenly man, with blood all over his head, spoke incoherently: "The new Dragon King said that as long as the good master finds a dragon for him, he will be able to ride on the dragon and become a dragon rider."

"The good lords believed in him and even invited wizards from Asia to perform divination."

"Although I don't know the outcome, the fact that the good people are going out on a boat to look for dragons must be related to the new Dragon King."

I said a lot in one breath and was already out of breath.

The sloppy man felt hollowed out, the severe pain felt like a spear piercing into his brain and stirring, and he fainted from fear.

Seeing this, Damon treated him coldly and said indifferently: "Useless thing."

"The information he said is still somewhat useful."

Rhaegar folded his arms across his chest, his expression calm.

"Well, I know some information."

In the corner, a thin man with curly brown hair raised his hand.

Helena brushed her hair and glanced away.

Lanar looked directly at the other person and said quickly, "Don't be afraid. Tell me what you know. No one will hurt you."

"Thank you."

The thin man was grateful for the victory and said timidly: "When I was sent to the ship, I was a cleaning slave in the Great Pyramid."

"I was cleaning the toilet when I heard the good masters of the Great Pyramid talking."

"Say...say..."

"What did you say?" Rhaegar asked, perking up.

"They said to collect maps of the Land of Long Summer."

The thin man swallowed a mouthful of saliva to moisten his dry throat, and said tremblingly: "It seems to be the suggestion of the new Dragon King. There is a treasure left by their family in Changxia Land."

"Where is the specific location?"

Lei Da was interested and lowered his arms.

The thin man glanced longingly at the red wine on the table and forced out a flattering smile.

"Drink it." Lannar was kind-hearted. She filled Damon's half-drunk glass and handed it to him.

"Thank you so much."

The thin man thanked him repeatedly, and without thinking twice, he just gulped down the wine glass.

The wine flowed down his chin, and he wiped it off with his palm and put it to his lips to lick the aroma of the wine.

Damon glanced at him with a frighteningly cold expression.

Did you take his wine glass on your own initiative and get his consent?

Lanar didn't even look at him and said softly, "Go on."

"Yes, my lady."

The thin man was extremely satisfied and said in great detail: "I don't know the exact location, but it seems to be closer to Cedar Island, and the Smoke Sea is very dangerous. The kind masters only dare to let their slaves die."

"I guess the location of the treasure must be even more dangerous. Even the slave soldiers in the fleet don't know it."

Upon hearing this, Rhaegar and the other three looked at each other.

The message is useful, very useful.

Unfortunately, there is no specific location, which makes people anxious.

Rhaegar gave him a look and said, "All of you get out."

The thin man immediately got up and dragged the sloppy man away with the others.

Soon, the people inside and outside the tent were emptied.

Rhaegar pondered and said, "Fiznik is a dragon king family known for its fertility. They are very keen on leaving a way forward for their descendants."

The Dragon King Ruins of Myr is one of them.

Therefore, the thin man’s information is likely to be true.

In the land of Changxia, there are indeed treasures of the Fiznik clan.

Helena smoothed her hair and said softly, "It's a waste of effort without a specific location."

“But it’s worth it!”

Damon leaned back in his chair, his eyes deep as he said, "The treasure of a Dragon King family is inestimable in value."

“We don’t know the location.”

Lanar retorted.

"Then go find them. The good master of Meereen and the bastard dragon king must know everything." Daemon's thoughts were clear.

Rhaegar pondered over it and analyzed: "This fleet is looking for baby dragons, which proves that in their eyes, baby dragons are more valuable than treasures."

This indirectly proves that the treasure trove is not easy to find.

Moreover, the new Dragon King dared to claim that he would definitely be able to ride on the dragon's back, which might be due to the blessing of his ancestors.

For example, the Binding Spell or something like that.

Damon remained silent, pondering how to dig out the hiding place of the treasure.

Finally, Rhaegar made the final decision: "The blockade of the sea of ​​smoke has been broken, our mission has been accomplished, and we should not waste any more time."

"Go back?"

Helena's eyes lit up and she was eager to try it.

"Yes!" Rhaegar nodded: "Instead of staying here, it is better to return to Westeros and have a good rest for a while."

During this period, both humans and dragons had difficulty eating and chasing, and continued to work at a high intensity.

The fleet was late and its efforts were in vain.

Daemon thought about it and expressed his idea: "Alright, wait until the fleet gathers, first go to Volantis, then threaten Slaver Bay."

Rhaegar did not respond, but just nodded to Daemon and Laena, and returned to the tent with Helena.

The possibility of new dragon kings and dragon breeds being able to tame dragons was eliminated, removing a major worry.

What remains is to completely eradicate the new Dragon King.

Otherwise, you will always feel uneasy.

……

Seven days later.

Reese, the tower.

Four giant dragons landed one after another and entered the roofless dragon cave.

Rhaegar slid off the dragon's back and asked Daemon, "Why don't you stay and rest?"

Daemon walked up to Korakshuu, rubbed his hands on the scarlet dragon kiss, and said lightly: "No, after feeding Korakshuu the sheep, I will return to Tyrosh."

"Roar..."

Korakshuu's long snake-like neck leaned forward, and the dragon head looked at Vhagar's back as he entered the dragon pit.

Soon, the dragon keepers drove a flock of sheep to feed the hungry dragons.

After Korakxiu had eaten and drunk his fill, Daemon climbed onto the dragon's back.

Lannar hugged her left arm with one hand and looked at her silent husband quietly.

Damon couldn't stand the blaming look, so he turned around and rode the dragon away.

"Damon!"

Suddenly, after some hesitation, Lannar called out his name.

Damon turned around and looked down at her.

For a moment, the couple looked at each other.

Lannar saw one part indifference and three parts of helpless boredom.

Suddenly, I held back what I wanted to say.

"..."

After a few seconds, Damon regained his stern expression and gave the order: "Fly, Korakshuu!"

"Hiss... Ga..."

Korakxiu obeyed the order, his body slithered and undulated like a snake, and he took off by flapping his two broad fleshy wings.

Come in a hurry, go in a hurry.

Rhaegar watched the whole process, feeling extremely complicated and not knowing what to say.

Compared to Damon, he is not much better.

It's no wonder that as a sister and wife, Rhaenyra is more tolerant of him.

The two of them conceived a child early on, so there was no need to argue over the inheritance rights.

Heirs are always a hurdle that "rights" cannot overcome.

"Let's go, Lanar."

Helena was considerate. She took the silent Lannar's arm and dragged her heavy feet back to the tower.

Rhaegar followed closely behind.

……

Tower.

At this moment, someone arrived at the port earlier than them and was received by the Queen and the parliamentarians.

Parliament Hall.

Rainier wore a black off-shoulder long dress, paired with a hollow dragon-shaped ornament with gold and silver threads.

A man sat in the main seat with one leg crossed.

She looked down at the people with an indifferent look, showing the cold and noble demeanor of a queen.

In front of the conference table.

A foreign man wearing brown clothes, black hair and olive skin, with a shrewd look in his eyes.

Boldly, he stood there with his eyes squinting.

On the lean chest, there is a harpy badge.

At first glance, he was a merchant from Slave Bay.

(End of this chapter)