Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day

Chapter 413 Dragon Training Items

Rhaegar was filled with admiration after reading it. It was hard not to admire the Dragon King family with such a "frank nature".

“No wonder, there are so many images of men and women having **** on the murals.”

 It seems to be the movement guidance left by the ancestors to future generations.

Rhaegar: "The mysterious family tradition, no wonder Targaryen can't compare with it."

 Look at the Targaryen.

 Aegon married a pair of sisters and had only two sons.

　　Difficult to evaluate!

 Aerys I gave birth to four sons and two daughters.

Maegor had no heirs for the rest of his life, and even killed his brother's three sons.

 Hateful parricide!

Jaehaerys I gave birth to thirteen children, but none survived to inherit the Iron Throne.

 It sensed a nasty smell.

 Can give birth, but cannot raise!

 Father Viserys, four sons and two daughters.

Outside the ruins, thousands of valley knights patrolled to maintain order in the city.

The three younger brothers that my father worked so hard to give birth to were not something he could keep in his pocket and he was reluctant to waste them.

Having learned from her late mother Emma, ​​Rhaenyra was reluctant to give birth to too many children.

There was a sound of climbing, and a figure emerged from the pit.

 The more heirs you have, the more dragons you have.

 “I will have other wives.”

Rhaegar cursed secretly.

Rhaenys and Gray Worm saw the glutton's restlessness, and their hearts slowed down a beat.

"Roar…"

 Daemon had two daughters and one son who died in infancy.

 Aemond and Daeron also had to grow up quickly.

Hundreds of fearless people formed a circle, with a kneeling figure in the middle suppressing a group of rioters.

Rhaenys muttered: "Wait a moment, Rhaegar should be out soon."

 …

 There are more than twenty dragon eggs on Dragonstone Island.

 The appearance of the gluttons dealt a serious blow to the morale of the rioters, and the riot gradually subsided.

 Even without great military exploits, he still lives up to his reputation as a young king.

 Being able to give birth is a contribution!

Gluttony suddenly roared, his green vertical eyes staring at the pit.

 There is no danger in the deep pit, and there are probably precious things there.

  The Targaryen bloodline cannot be propagated by him alone.

　　After being stunned for a moment, Rhaegar muttered in a low voice: "Aegon, this boy, is a good material for giving birth to a child."

 Fortunately, he is still an uncle, coveting his niece and harming his nephew.

Gray Worm walked from the side and said in a hoarse voice: "Prince, would you like to imprison the subdued rebels first?"

　　It is our duty to restore the glory of Targaryen!

“That’s what my brother does.” Rhaegar clenched his fist and punched his palm.

use! Use it hard!

 His abdomen was wrapped in a bandage, and blood covered large areas.

Rhaenys looked worried.

Rhaenys heard the words and swept behind her.

  Russling, rustling…

Rhaenys waited at the edge of the pit, waiting for her nephew to appear.

Rhaegar: "Retribution!"

 Aegon slept with prostitutes every day. He was so full of energy that he could put it to good use.

Rhaegar thought about it and thought: "Rhaenayla gave me two sons, which barely meets the standard."

 “Rhaegar has been in for a long time.”

 One thought determines the future path of several younger brothers.

 It is approaching dusk.

 It is normal to take time and effort.

 Dragon Cave has the young dragons Blizzard and Thrax, and Dragon Mountain has the ownerless Silver Wing and the wild dragon Gray Shadow.

"it's me!"

Rhaegar was dirty and had a smile on his face.

 I can see that I am very happy.

Rhaenys looked over and over again and saw a few more items on her nephew.

There is a scroll on his waist, and the thin outer layer is slightly shiny.

Hand in his right hand is a silver-gray steel necklace, and in his left hand is a pitch-black whip.

Rhaegar smiled broadly, showing that he had gained a lot.

Rhaenys breathed a sigh of relief and stepped forward with concern: "You haven't come out for so long, I thought something happened to you."

If her nephew has a problem in front of her, her cousin, who has always been weak, will definitely fight her to the death

"Good things need to be rummaged carefully, waste some time." Rega raised both hands, the meaning was self-evident.

Rhaenys hesitated for a moment, her eyes stern.

  The necklace has a clasp structure, with water ripples rippling on the surface.

 “Valyrian steel?”

Rhaenys gave him a questioning look and put the necklace in her hand.

 That’s right, it’s a Valyrian steel necklace, the material is exactly the same as the Dark Sisters.

Hold the necklace to the top of your head. Under the red glow of the setting sun, the round pendant gives off a sense of simplicity.

One side of the pendant is engraved with two circling dragons wearing crowns, and the other side is engraved with some weird inscriptions that are difficult to understand.

Rhaenys looked at it again and again, and her eyes shifted to the bracelet Rhaegar was wearing.

 A Valyrian steel bracelet with a similar inscription on its surface.

 Rhaenys was not an idiot and caressed the necklace rarely.

 After a while, he reluctantly returned it to his nephew.

He said helplessly: "The gods favor you, and all good things will fall into your pocket."

Rhaegar smiled brightly and wrapped a necklace around his wrist.

 The murals, books, containers, and treasure chests in the semi-ruin are all disguises, and the real treasures are buried underground.

Facing a Dragon King family with ancient bloodline, Lei Jia tried his best to explore.

  He has a mysterious scroll that can detect ancient Valyrian relics, so he naturally takes it out and uses it.

Under the floor of the palace's stone pillars, the Valyrian steel necklace in his hand was buried.

 Inside the pendant, there is a five-foot-square storage space.

 Much larger than the three feet square of his space bracelet.

 In this space, a small mountain of gold and various ores that are difficult to mine are stored.

Rhaenys looked at the jet-black soft whip again and said bluntly: "Is it also a treasure?"

 “He has a keen eye.” Rhaegar’s smile became even brighter.

 In summary, the value of this jet-black soft whip is more than that of a space prop.

 The soft whip is completely black, like the deepest night sky.

The material of the whip is unknown. It is suspected to be the sinews of some kind of creature. The surface is covered with a layer of fine barbs that look like scales.

The handle is one foot long, made of Valyrian steel, and engraved with an unknown inscription that is more mysterious than the inscription in space.

Just looking at it will make you feel dizzy and uncomfortable.

Snapped-

Rhaegar swung his big hand, and the soft black whip flew like a snake, and struck the ground hard.

The whip is very flexible and stirs up a cloud of dust, leaving a crater.

Suddenly, the glutton roared loudly, stood up with its wings supporting its body, and exuded the pungent smell of ash.

This smell is separated from the rancid smell of cannibalism, and is usually only smelled by dragons.

At this time, the smell of ashes filled the air, making people feel as if they were in a disaster.

Snapped-

Rhaegar whipped out another whip.

The glutton's green vertical pupils flashed with violence, and he could no longer hold back and spit out a mouthful of dragon flames.

Rhaegar’s expression remained unchanged, and he suddenly said: “Attack upward!”

 The words were spoken in High Valyrian, with an unquestionable mystical undertone.

 The next second.

 The glutton's green vertical pupils suddenly became clear, his neck was raised high, and the green dragon flames sprayed high into the sky.

Snapped-

Rhaegar swung out the third whip and raised the corners of his mouth: "Breathe!"

 The glutton was very obedient and silently closed the dragon's kiss.

Immediately lowered the dragon's head, the green vertical eyes looked at the driver full of inquiry, and he twitched his nose and sniffed hard.

 The driver's instructions came into the mind extremely clearly, and years of training allowed it to execute naturally.

 But the unpleasant smell that I smelled never changed.

Looking at the dragon kiss that was about to reach his chest, Rhaegar smiled apologetically: "Good fellow, I'm sorry for scaring you."

After saying that, he hugged the rough-scaled Dragon Kiss and rubbed it hard to show his closeness.

"Roar!"

The glutton shook his head in annoyance and shook off the driver's touch.

The vertical pupils the size of a copper bell locked onto the whip in his hand.

It is very sure that this thing is causing the trouble.

The sound of the whip just now alerted it, and it subconsciously breathed out dragon flames to attack.

Rhaegar staggered, put the mysterious scroll and the pitch-black soft whip into the space necklace, and hugged the big evil dragon again.

 “Don’t be angry, it’s just a dragon training tool.”

 (End of this chapter)