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

Chapter 542: The Poison That Killed the Dragon King

crackle~~
Sparks crackled and the bottom of the dragon egg burned red.

Almos closed his eyes and took a deep sniff, seeming to smell the scent of a dragon.

"Dismiss your thoughts, Master."

The black-robed wizard lowered his head to mix the potion, his deep voice coming through the lacquered red mask.

Almos was in a trance for a moment, smiling intoxicatedly: "There is always a chance, isn't there?"

"Who can say for sure?" The black-robed wizard prepared a blood-colored potion, and his dark eyes were dim under the red mask: "The world is unpredictable, just like the tides."

"I started my business by selling slave girls, and I believe everything depends on human effort."

Almos approached with his scepter, looking at everything in the room with burning eyes.

Zi La La...

The black-robed wizard calmly poured the potion on a gray-scale dragon egg.

The blood-red liquid touched the burning dragon egg, immediately creating a cloud of mist with a pungent smell of sulfur.

"what's the effect?"

Almos was immediately attracted and stared at it.

The black-robed wizard whispered, "Dragon Blood Potion, just like you recruited me from Asia, it has no effect except for the big gimmick."

As he spoke, he stretched out his pale, withered fingers and touched the gray-scale dragon egg that was soaked in potion.

Boom!dong dong!

The knuckles hit each other, making a dull sound like stone.

"Still useless."

The black-robed wizard seemed to be used to it. He turned his head and flipped through a yellowed ancient book, saying in a nagging way, "Blood sacrifice witchcraft, a blood witchcraft that deprives people of their vitality, why is it incomplete?"

This blood wizard school came from the distant land of Changxia, but was destroyed prematurely.

If all blood wizards are present, it will bring about a new wave in the wizarding world.

"It's no use?"

Almos was extremely anxious and couldn't help but want to touch the dragon egg with his hand, but he withdrew it awkwardly when he felt the heat.

Suddenly, he smelled a sweet and fishy smell, and asked in doubt, "Dragon Blood Potion, what is the main ingredient?"

The black-robed wizard didn't even raise his head and said in annoyance, "It's obvious."

"Fitznik's blood?" Almos asked cautiously.

The black-robed wizard paused while flipping through the pages of the book and sneered, "Does he deserve it?"

Hearing this, Almos' eyes widened and he burst into unprecedented enthusiasm: "Is the legend true? Dragons come from the Land of Shadows?"

There are many strange legends about dragons.

The Dothraki believed that there were originally two moons in the sky.

One of them was too close to the sun, and after the explosion, countless giant dragons were born.

According to popular legend, dragons were born at the Fourteen Fire Peaks of old Valyria.

That is why they were discovered, tamed and bred by the herdsmen of ancient Valyria.

Faced with the sharp question, the black-robed wizard seemed very calm and said lightly: "Things in the world are unpredictable."

"it is true?"

Almos was so excited that he was worrying about how to deal with the dragon of the Iron Throne. He urged loudly: "Quei Lizard, tell me, tell your master."

The black robe wizard heard this, and his dark eyes under the red mask flashed darkly. He said half-truthfully, "Who said there is only one place in the world where dragons live? It's just that humans are too weak to set foot there."

"Where?"

Almos' eyes sparkled.

The black-robed wizard turned around and continued to mix a blue potion: "The King of Light told me that there are three half-real dragons in the Sea of ​​Smoke. You can go and give it a try."

"what?"

Almos was stunned, thinking that there was more than one baby dragon in the sea of ​​smoke.

It's sizzling!

Half a tube of hot scarlet blood was poured in, and the potion turned from blue to transparent, and there seemed to be a shrill dragon roar in the darkness.

Almos was confused as to what this was.

"The Withered One."

The black-robed wizard seemed to be able to see into people's minds. He lifted the potion and examined it carefully, muttering, "It is an ancient poison made with Fitznik's blood."

Homophonic, meaning crying for the dead.

Almos couldn't help but take the potion and asked curiously, "What is the effect of using the blood of the Dragon King as an initiator?"

"Kill the Dragon King."

The black-robed wizard bent down and searched for the item, and said seriously: "It contains the blood of the fire dragon worm. If the Dragon King drinks it, he will be like a parasite, and the water in his body will dry up and die."

After that, he took out a wooden box and said, "We can't fight the Dragon King on the front battlefield."

Almos opened the wooden box and found three potions neatly placed inside.

"take it!"

The black-robed wizard lowered his head to study, and said in a bewitching voice: "Find a way to make the King on the Iron Throne take it, without anyone knowing."

quite a while,

Almos walked out of the room holding the wooden box, and passed by the bedroom where the erotic music was echoing in a daze.

……

Storm's End.

The patter...

The heavy rain soaked the towering ancient castle.

Cassandra stood expressionless at the window, overlooking the long line of carriages carrying treasures in the vestibule.

Crack!

A bolt of lightning struck, illuminating a second face in the dim room.

"The vault is half empty. We will have to tighten our belts from now on."

Stephen Clinton, the bodyguard and lover, looked gloomy and expressed great dissatisfaction.

These goods should have belonged to him and Cassandra.

Just because of a word from the one-eyed Imond, half of the property was lost in vain.

Cassandra sighed and asked, "Did you get any results from what I asked you to do?"

Stephen was startled when he heard this, and stuttered, "I hired a witch from Pentos to put a curse on him."

"Curse." Cassandra turned back slowly and said unhappily, "Do you think it works?"

“Maybe it will take some time to settle.”

Stephen averted his gaze and made excuses for his own incompetence.

Cassandra shook her head and said helplessly: "I shouldn't have trusted you."

He strode out, leaving Stephen behind in shame and anger.

……

"elder sister."

Outside the door, Maris had been waiting for a long time and bowed her head respectfully to greet him.

Cassandra glanced sideways and asked, "How much money is left in the vault?"

Maris answered fluently: "In recent years, the climate has been long summer, and Storm's End has a good financial situation. We still have 30,000 gold dragons left." Cassandra nodded. She instructed: "If Aemond sends another letter asking for money, hand it over directly to the Royal Council in King's Landing."

Her friends in Lys brought back news that Aemond had been exiled by the king.

As the fiancé asked for some money, Cassandra gritted her teeth and gave it to him.

But if they want to take more, the Baratheon family cannot afford it.

"I will, sister."

Like a good housekeeper, Maris wrote down her master's requests one by one.

Cassandra was in a bad mood and wanted to go back to her room.

I had just taken two steps when I suddenly remembered something important.

In Maris's puzzled eyes, Cassandra tilted her head and said, "Among the four of us sisters, Ellen and I are already engaged, and Floris..."

After a pause, he decided not to mention it.

Maris's expression changed slightly, and she whispered, "Has anyone asked you to marry her?"

Cassandra smiled slightly and said as a matter of course, "There are two good choices. My father once promised to the Minister of Justice Jasper to marry one of his daughters to his son."

"However, his son got married years ago, but he himself has been widowed for several years."

Maris's eyes twitched slightly, and she seemed to want to say something but stopped herself.

Jasper is in his forties, obese and bald.

Besides, this guy's nickname is "Iron Stick".

This title is not to praise his strict law enforcement, but because he killed several wives one after another, and it is rumored that he had an iron rod under his crotch with which he tortured women.

"He was not a good choice, and my mother advised me to properly reject the promise."

Cassandra whispered.

Maris was overjoyed and breathed a sigh of relief.

Unexpectedly, Cassandra reached out and stroked the second sister's not-so-pretty face, and said with a smile, "You are very lucky. Lord Rowan of the Reach is also proposing to you, the wife of the Guardian of a Realm."

After saying that, he left with brisk steps.

Maris's face was stiff, and her eyes revealed an unbearable look.

Lord Thaddeus Rowan, noble defender of the Reach.

But he was an obese old man in his fifties who had killed two wives and had many children.

An old man of this age would have one foot half buried in the ground at any time.

My late father, Duke of Borros, is still alive and calls Earl Rowan uncle.

The patter...

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, like a downpour.

Maris took a long time to calm down and walked down the attic silently.

If she remembered correctly, the castle had recruited a new batch of maids yesterday.

"My dear sister, I love you so much."

Maris muttered to herself, as if she felt the air was damp and cold, and she hugged herself with her arms.

……

Across the Narrow Sea, Rees.

The sailors were busy in the port, carrying various supplies onto the ship.

On the blue sea.

Several fleets hoisted sails, flying flags such as the Roaring Lion, the Burning Tower, and the Purple Grapes.

The half-month delay was used to summon the army.

Prepare for the conquest of Slaver's Bay.

Roofless dragon cave.

The dragon trainers were extremely alert, holding bamboo sticks and standing on both sides.

Boom——

The Glutton had deep green eyes, and his ferocious dragon head stretched out of the dragon pit, crawling out slowly.

With every move, a warm current of the smell of ash surged.

Even through the layer of woolen clothes, the dragon keepers felt their skin stinging, as if it was being roasted by flames.

"Get down, glutton."

Rhaegar walked straight toward them, clad in loose black robes.

"His Majesty,"

The dragon keepers hurriedly lowered their heads.

Rhaegar waved his hand and asked, "Where's Maekar?"

The old dragon keeper came out and guided: "The princes and princesses are playing behind the dragon's cave."

"Very good, you can leave now."

Rhaegar looked hurried and told the glutton to wait where he was.

……

At this time, the dragon cubs who regarded the dragon's lair as a playground gathered together as usual.

When Rhaegar arrived, the dragon cubs were scheming against each other.

Lyanna snorted and sat on the floor with her legs apart.

Baeron said all the nice things while holding a wilted bronze baby dragon in his arms.

A few meters away, Aemon crossed his arms and stared at his brother who didn't play with him.

Baelor and Rhaena stood behind Aemon, hand in hand.

Only little Meka was there, squatting in the corner with Slax, entertaining himself as usual.

"Meka!"

Rhaegar spoke and waved to his youngest son.

Meka turned around and said in surprise, "Father!"

He stood up swiftly and ran over.

"Little guy, you've gained a little weight again."

Rhaegar picked up his young son, who was returning to his nest like a swallow, and asked with a smile, "Do you dare to take you to Volantis to see Great-Aunt Rhaenys?"

"Really?"

Meka's blue eyes widened and she nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "I want to go."

I had heard long ago that my father was the emperor of Volantis, and that he single-handedly subdued the rebellious Volantis.

If I can go out for a walk, of course I should go.

Rhaegar pinched his cheek and reminded him, "Volantis is still a little dangerous, so I allow you to bring your own dragon."

Volantis is a remote place and needs a ruler.

Just as the second son Aemon will inherit Lys in the future, Maekar should also become familiar with his own fiefdom early on.

"Father, where are you going?"

Baerlon ran over upon hearing the sound, his eyes full of hope.

(End of this chapter)