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

Chapter 558 The family’s hidden dangers

Meereen, inside the city.

"Quick, catch them!"

"There is a Son of the Harpy..."

"..."

Grey Worm took the lead and led the Unsullied army to sweep away the rebels in the streets and alleys.

Any slave or Son of the Harpy found hiding weapons will be killed on the spot.

"Do not disturb the people, seal off the Great Lord's pyramid and arena!"

The sea snake had a solemn look on his face as he sat in command of the army.

Meereen covers a large area, with more than thirty pyramids of varying heights and slave squares distributed within the towering city walls.

In addition, the arena was also a thriving industry for the great lords to entertain themselves and make money.

"My Lord, there are many slaves in the arena."

Adam, covered in blood, reported in a deep voice.

"Keep him detained and provide him with adequate food and water."

The sea serpent glanced at the bastard and said calmly, "His majesty wishes to interrogate the Great Lord. You will lead a small team of Velaryons to search for the golden words."

After saying this, he raised his hand and pointed to a one-hundred-foot old pyramid in front of him.

Adam was stunned for a moment, then his eyes lit up and he said excitedly, "Yes, sir."

He called a team of soldiers wearing seahorse badges on their chests and rushed over excitedly.

The sea snake looked at Adam's back with complicated eyes, and unknowingly overlapped with Lannino.

……

The city gate.

The Glutton was crouching on the ground, with its dragon head raised high and its two dragon wings stuck on both sides like gates.

"Do not……"

"Let us go..."

"..."

Hundreds of great lords looked up at the giant black dragon with panic on their faces and shit and urine all over their bodies.

Too tall.

Not to mention the harpy sculpture standing on top of the Great Pyramid, even the 800-foot-tall Great Pyramid itself still looks as small as a dilapidated house in front of the giant dragon.

The great masters wanted to escape, but they were all tied up, both men and women,
This is slave treatment.

"Everyone, do you have any last words?"

Rhaegar sat on top of the Glutton, with his chest opened wide without any image.

"Please let us go. We are willing to pay gold for our ransom."

A young and great leader fell to his knees and begged with tears streaming down his face.

They had heard that the wise lord of Yunkai had paid for his life.

Unfortunately, they asked the wrong person.

Rhaegar laughed dumbly and tilted his head: "Listen, kill all of you, and your wealth will be mine too."

"no no!"

The other great masters were completely panicked and knelt down to beg for mercy.

Rhaegar shook his head helplessly, no longer trusting the Great Lord's words.

"Roar……"

The glutton felt something in his heart, opened his ferocious dragon mouth, and accumulated pale green dragon flames in his throat.

"Dragon Flame!" Rega gave the order directly.

boom--

The pale green dragon flame spewed out like smoke and mist, pouring down on the heads of the great masters like a flood.

"Ah! Help..."

"Kill me, kill me quickly..."

"..."

Large areas of land were instantly charred black, and dark green flames enveloped everyone, ravaging and torturing them like maggots in their bones.

The great masters did not die immediately, but struggled in pain under the burning.

Some great leaders smashed their heads, while others secretly hid daggers and cut their throats.

Being able to die quickly has become a luxury.

In the distance of the scorched earth, a group of Unsullied held a Great Lord captive.

Almos lost his once gorgeous robe and scepter, collapsed to the ground like a puddle of mud, and was on the verge of mental collapse.

"Roar……"

The glutton slowly turned his head, his pale green pupils flickering teasingly.

When the Unsullied saw this, they turned pale and drew back with their spears in hand.

"No, no dragon flame..."

Almos' pupils were trembling, his face was full of fear, and he was crawling on all fours like a dog.

"Alright, glutton."

Rhaegar patted the pale dragon's horn and asked with interest, "How many wizards from Asshai have you hired?"

The water wizard of Volantis, the invisible potion containing deadly poison, the black-robed wizard who drags people into dreams...

I have to say that Asia is indeed a dangerous city.

The descendants of Gujis in front of him also have the means to win people's hearts.

Faced with interrogation, Almos was flustered and said half-truthfully: "No more, I only bought a few wizards, and Yasha used them as a springboard to contact the outside world."

"A Yashai wizard is interested in the outside world?" Rega didn't believe it.

"Yes, I didn't lie."

Almos waved his hands and revealed the truth: "They studied magic and borrowed my ship to travel around the world."

Upon hearing this, Rhaegar frowned.

A group of wizards who are eager to create chaos in the world, causing trouble wherever they go.

Almos' eyes wandered around, seeing that the other person was thinking about something, and was thinking about how to save his life.

"How many false dragons are there in Slaver's Bay?"

Suddenly, Rhaegar's question interrupted his thoughts.

Almos was stunned for a moment, and then he said evasively, "It's just that family. The rest are all Valyrians whose origins cannot be traced."

"Oh?" Rhaegar glanced sideways.

Without needing orders, the Unsullied raised his spear and pierced Almos' thigh.

"what!!"

Almos screamed miserably and rolled over begging for mercy: "Please spare me, I dare not lie anymore."

Rhaegar's face was calm as he asked, "Where are those pseudo-dragon bloodlines distributed?"

Slaver's Bay is the closest ancient city-state to Old Valyria.

Since the Fitznik family has bloodline left, there must be a continuation of the bloodline of other dragon kings.

Maybe their bloodline has long been impure, and they have even forgotten the glory of their ancestors. But, they are descendants of the Dragon King after all.

Almos could not bear the torture and vomited out many small families that were suspected to be descendants of the Dragon King. In the end, he did not forget to say: "I have many concubines, all of whom are pregnant with the blood of the false dragon."

"Very good." Rhaegar smiled faintly.

There are four or five small families suspected to be descendants of the Dragon King, living in Slave Bay with a huge gap between the rich and the poor.

Without the surname of the Dragon King, his identity is similar to that of a herdsman before the false dragon became famous.

"Your Majesty, I have told you everything."

Almos was sweating profusely from the pain and begged bitterly: "You can leave me here to manage Meereen for you."

"Yes, you are very useful."

Rhaegar smiled and did not deny it.

Almos' eyes suddenly lit up and he clasped his hands together and begged for forgiveness.

"But you'd be more useful to me dead."

Rhaegar's smile was fleeting, and he said coldly: "Dragon Flame, Glutton."

"Hiss-"

Almos' eyes were bloodshot as he watched the giant black dragon spewing dragon flames, covering his head.

“Ahhh!…”

Wrapped in dragon flames, his skin was singed inch by inch, and he rolled over and wailed.

The death of the Great Lord symbolizes the transformation of Meereen.

……

The Great Pyramid at night.

Rhaegar, wrapped in a scarf, sat in the chair that had belonged to the Great Lord.

call--

The cool night breeze blew into the room, and the pages of the books on the table turned rustlingly.

Rega concentrated his mind and took careful notes on a map.

This is an ancient map of the land of Changxia, with many landforms marked by a pseudo-dragon.

"Still looking at the picture?"

Rhaenyra walked out of the bathroom, tilted her head to wipe her silver hair, and approached quietly.

Rhaegar was startled when he heard this and rubbed his brows. "This map is much more accurate than the map collected on Dragonstone. I marked the former territory of my family on it."

It had been more than two hundred years since the destruction of old Valyria, and all the maps on the market were crudely made.

With the information provided by the false dragon and Denise, he will have a more comprehensive geomancy map of the Land of Long Summer.

"Rhaegar, don't strain yourself so much."

Rhaenyra had a look of pity in her eyes. She wiped Rhaegar's wet hair with a towel and praised him softly, "Meereen has surrendered, and the entire Slaver's Bay has no more power to resist. We have succeeded."

Rhaegar leaned back, found a soft spot to cuddle with, and said sadly: "It's not enough. There are too many flaws in the family."

My father was right, the Targaryens are a combination of chaos and disorder.

We all have dragons, so why are we inferior to others?
During my father's reign, there was not enough strong support and the situation was always that the emperor was weak and the ministers were strong.

If it weren't for Aunt Rhaenys's awareness and consideration of the overall situation, the second dragon bloodshed incident that evolved from internal strife in the family would have been inevitable.

Today, the internal environment of the family has changed greatly.

Rhaegar was strong enough, and the Glutton swept through the dragons.

However, the combined capabilities of one man and one dragon are not enough to suppress the restlessness of family members.

Damon and Imond are the best examples.

They acknowledged Rhaegar's rule, but they also criticized each other.

If Rhaenyra had not tried her best to stop him, and Rhaegar had left the dream quickly enough, the uncle and nephew would have staged a Dance with the Blood Dragons.

"Damon is gone."

Rhaenyra sighed and said, "Both uncle and nephew are troublesome. Sooner or later, there will be a war."

"If a family wants to prosper, it must have a treasure that protects the family."

Rhaegar raised his head, stared at him, and whispered, "I wanted to suppress the internal strife of the family until our children grew up."

When the children grow up, the family will surely regain the prosperity it had during the reign of the centenarian king.

Rhaenyra frowned slightly, waiting for what was to come.

"But this solution only treats the symptoms and not the root cause."

Rega felt a little regretful and said sincerely: "Even if the children grow up without fighting each other, it is inevitable that their children's children will not fight each other."

Targaryens with dragons are not easy to control, and the family cannot rely on so-called emotions to maintain its existence.

Aegon the Conqueror was a famous man, but he also had a very messy family life.

His younger sister, Queen Rhaenys, was jealous and spoiled her brother Aegon and sister Visenya.

For every night Aegon spent with Visenya, he spent ten times as much time with Rhaenys.

And on the night that Aegon was absent, he summoned his male favorites to sing and revel all night long.

Rhaegar dared to assert that if Queen Rhaenys had not died, the two sisters would have broken up sooner or later.

The two descendants of the Conqueror, Aenys and Maegor, were also at odds with each other.

Maegor's parricide was not just cruelty to his nephew, but also the result of resentment from the previous generation.

This is the family of Aegon the Conqueror, but there are already many hidden dangers.

What's more, the larger and more complex family is maintained by Rhaegar alone.

He has his uncle Daemon, his aunt Rhaenys, five brothers and sisters of the same generation, and many children of the next generation.

To his superiors, Rhaegar has always been relatively tolerant and given the highest respect.

As for his peers, he married Rhaenyra and Helena, and brought several half-brothers to his side.

For the next generation, as the eldest son, Baeron will have a smooth road ahead with his support.

But what about the next generation and the next generation?

The family prospers day by day. Within a few generations, there may not even be enough dragon eggs to share, let alone control a giant dragon.

What is worrying is not the scarcity of wealth but the inequality of wealth. What should we do then?

Rhaenyra understood what he meant. She put her arms around his neck and leaned close to him and said, "Rhaegar, do you still want to go to the Sea of ​​Smoke?"

There is a dragon horn in the sea of ​​smoke, which can suppress the restless dragon.

Rhaegar did not deny it and said, "I wanted to conquer Slaver's Bay, so I took Daemon to explore the Sea of ​​Smoke."

The accident happened too quickly, and Damon had to make up for the mistake.

"Then wait a while before going to the sea of ​​smoke."

Rhaenyra hugged her brother tightly and said, "Didn't you find a girl from Fitznic for Aegon? That would just help him get married to Aemond."

Father Viserys attaches great importance to the marriage of his offspring.

But Aegon looked down on his fiancée Selina Hightower and delayed the marriage.

Emond had just reached the age, and he was also blocked horizontally and vertically.

"Okay, go back and see father."

Rhaegar agreed.

(End of this chapter)