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

Chapter 536 Blood and Kitchen Helper

Rega only felt a lightness on his head and was stunned for a moment.

Reach out and touch it, the smooth scales are left with rough little pits.

"Is there something wrong with your brain?"

Rhaegar was stunned, and for the first time he felt sorry for the deformed horn.

Suddenly, something sharp emerged from the pothole.

Rhaegar turned quickly, his face reflected in the stream.

A pitch-black horn regenerated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Hard, curved, forked...

It looks like a real dragon horn.

Rhaegar was distracted for a moment and touched the new dragon horn again and again.

boo~
The released little silver fish poked their heads out of the stream, creating slight ripples.

Rega finally came back to his senses and immediately checked the explorer panel.

【Rhaegar Targaryen】

Talent: Dreamer (gold)
Bloodline: Dragonborn (+57%)

Runes: Ouroboros (blue), Bronze (green)
Blood witchcraft: Seven Fireballs (green), Binding Spell (blue)...

Relics: Blood and Fire (fire resistance +100%), Pure Water (toxin resistance +100%)...

Comment: "Ancient bloodline, noble race."

Rhaegar didn't know what was going on until he saw it.

The bloodline column rose from (53%) to (+57%), and there will be some more number jumps later.

"Pure water, purifies my bloodline?"

Rega stroked the three-inch long black dragon horn, and was shocked beyond words.

It's not just an improvement in bloodline.

After the bloodline reaches more than 50%, every jump in the number becomes extremely difficult.

This purification was also as expected.

Surprisingly, the bloodline seemed purified.

The original deformed horns fell off and real dragon horns grew back.

The frenzy and negative emotions of the bloodline did not manifest due to the dragonborn status.

Rega touched his chest and found his heart beating steadily and strongly, with no signs of side effects.

Pure water suppresses the negative state of dragon blood.

In other words, it purifies the impurities in the blood.

Rega was terrified and whispered, "Is the bloodline impure?"

It can't be impure!
His bloodline is not pure, there is no pure-blooded Dragon King in the world.

Baelon and Aemon were conceived before he transformed into a dragonborn, so their talents were already very superior.

The youngest son, Maekar, was conceived after his transformation into a dragonborn, and was born with an ambiguous precognitive ability more than his brothers.

It can be seen that his bloodline is stably inherited and there is no problem.

Rhaegar thought deeply and said blankly: "It's not my problem. Could it be the source of the bloodline?"

Only when there is a problem with the source of the bloodline will the offspring have side effects.

By the way, how do the dragon kings obtain the dragon blood?

It is a perfunctory history that a group of Valyrian shepherds were able to tame a dragon after discovering it.

The real situation may have another source.

puff-

The little fish jumped out of the water, splashing water on its cheek.

Rhaegar seemed to be in a dream and said jokingly, "You think too much."

Old Valyria is gone, the truth is long gone.

Now that his bloodline has been purified, he can continue to purify it with confidence.

What would it be like if one day the bloodline was purified to 100%?

Rhaegar smiled in relief, turned around and walked onto the covered bridge: "We must find out some secrets during our trip to the Sea of ​​Smoke."

Slaver's Bay, he had decided.

The Sea of ​​Smoke must also be placed under the rule of the Iron Throne.

Anyone who dares to resist will be unable to escape the dragon flame.

……

Reese, out to sea.

"Hiss!"

An ugly mud dragon flew across the narrow sea and sneaked into the city-state.

He looked like a guilty thief, afraid of being discovered by humans.

Aemond's face darkened. He slapped Mama Lailai's scales hard and scolded him, "Stop messing around, sheep thief."

"Gah~~"

The sheep thief cried unwillingly and quickly descended into the roofless dragon's lair.

The way it hissed in protest was like a seventy or eighty meter long dragon cub.

……

Tower, bedroom.

Helena finished sewing a little girl's dress and was about to take a rest with a tired look on her face.

dong dong!

There was a knock on the door, with a force that was particularly familiar.

Helena turned her head in confusion and asked uncertainly: "Aemond, is that you?"

creak-

Aemond pushed the door open and walked in, lowering his head: "It's me, sister." "You should be patrolling the upper half of the Narrow Sea."

Helena stood up and tilted her head in confusion: "Why did you come back and act like a spoiled brat again?"

She knew her brother's character very well.

He looks very much like his uncle Damon, always acting like a willful child.

"Nothing, just come back and take a look."

Aemond looked impatient as he walked into the room, sat down on the carpet and rummaged around.

Helena did not stop him, but stood at the door with a death stare.

She didn't do her tasks and just wandered around her room.

He also said that he had encountered some trouble.

Feeling frightened by being stared at, Emond picked up a small piece of clothing from the basket and started to talk without saying anything: "It's a boy's style. Am I going to have another nephew?"

"My nephew."

Helena emphasized seniority and became more confused: "Lanar is back, you are going to the battlefield?"

She could help write letters of recommendation, but the front line might not approve it.

Lanaer couldn't leave Reese for a while.

The alliance of Braavos and Qohor in the upper half of the Narrow Sea must be guarded by an experienced dragon.

Aemond hesitated several times, swallowed his words back, and changed them to: "You should go back to Myr."

"reason?"

Helena said warily.

Aemond turned his head away and whispered, "No reason. I heard that Mill recently received a batch of fine lace."

What he actually wanted to ask was the whereabouts of the white maggot and his personal servant.

He was afraid that his sister would report him, so he held it back.

The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became. He stood up hastily and walked straight out.

Helena stepped aside to make way, her eyes full of confusion, and asked, "Where are you going?"

"Just wander around."

Aemond was in a much better mood, and his expression returned to its grim self.

……

In the evening, the sun sets.

Drains, dark corners.

A burly man dressed as a red-armored guard was leaning against the canal, with rainwater rushing down beside him.

The red glow of the setting sun sprinkled on his face, and the fat man narrowed his eyes in disgust.

What a nasty dusk. When the light gets dim, everything becomes blurry.

rustling...

There were footsteps not far away.

The fat man's ears moved slightly and he determined that there were two people, one of whom was a thin man.

"coming?"

"Awaited."

A black-robed figure appeared, followed by a timid man in tattered linen clothes.

The fat man stepped forward, posing with his broad body, and said in a low voice: "Prince, what can I do for you?"

Wow!

A money bag was thrown out and hit the fat man's arms.

The black-robed figure raised his head, revealing a sapphire eye under his hood, and whispered, "He is the kitchen helper of the tower, and one of the little spiders of the white maggots."

"Ok?"

The fat man took the money, grabbed the kitchen helper by the collar and stared at him ferociously.

"No, I'm just a small shrimp."

The kitchen helper's legs went limp and he grabbed the other's big hand and begged for mercy.

If he hadn't received the money, he wouldn't have dared to come!
"That's enough. He is your helper."

Imond stopped him in time, pulled out a dagger from his sleeve, and said coldly: "Bring me back the head of the white maggot, and there will be a reward after the task is completed."

After saying that, he threw the dagger to the fat man.

The fat man caught it steadily, his face darkened, and he said in a muffled voice: "It's easy to enter the tower but difficult to leave. The people who live there are all nobles."

A queen, a princess, and his guard are risking their lives.

Aemond sneered, his one eye swept across the medal that had a scar on the man's chest, and asked, "So what?"

The emblem depicts two griffins facing each other, representing the Clinton family of Griffin's Nest.

The other party was one of the many illegitimate sons of Earl Connington, who deserted during the invasion of Dorne.

The title of knight was stripped and the family emblem awarded was also crushed.

Only the lingering vanity was left, and he became an ordinary tower guard.

If it weren't for the fact that he could enter the tower legitimately and that they had met during the war, there would be no need for such a coward.

The fat man stiffened his neck and said righteously: "The agreed price is not enough!"

"hehe."

Upon hearing this, Aemond took out five gold dragon coins from his pocket and threw them out, sneering, "After the task is completed, it will be doubled."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

The fat man and the kitchen helper were left alone, looking at each other anxiously.

He hesitated for a while.

The fat man put away his money bag, threw the dagger and sack to the kitchen helper, pushed him aside and walked forward domineeringly: "Follow me, we can't let the prince's reward go to waste."

The kitchen helper was so sad that he could not even cry, and quickly hid the dagger in his crotch.

(End of this chapter)