Game of Thrones: Dance of the Dragons

Unlike Otto, Leonor, as a prime minister deeply trusted by the king, would speak the most correct and just things impartially.

"Your Majesty, although Otto is selfish and power-hungry, his methods and abilities are beyond doubt."

"He's a good candidate to clean up the streets of the General's Mausoleum before Princess Senila returns."

Unfortunately, the capable and resourceful Baldr is not in King's Landing, and while Linman and Larry are loyal and reliable, they are not good at this kind of thing.

Needless to say, Tyrande and Pijas are simply not cut out for this.

After much deliberation, only Otto, who was forced to leave King's Landing, was the most suitable for this job.

Viserys immediately approved, "Very well, then appoint Otto as Minister of Public Welfare, primarily responsible for managing the sanitation of the streets of King's Landing."

"Leonor, write a letter and have the raven deliver it to Old Town."

Leonor stood up respectfully. "Yes, Your Majesty!"

Upon hearing that Otto was about to return to King's Landing, Allison was overjoyed. She made up an excuse to go back to her room, wrote the news in a letter in advance, and told her father to prepare.

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While waiting for the raven, Damon rode his dragon back to the Stepstone Islands and ordered the sea serpents to send naval forces and soldiers, as well as dragon riders, to garrison Valantis.

Beile, on the other hand, would smear the slave owners and rich men in Valantis who had abused slaves, raped women and children with blood, honey and rotten fish, and then put them all on the dueling ground.

In addition, behind the cage door in the arena, there were seven incredibly strong bears.

According to these wealthy people who surrendered, these seven incredibly strong bears had previously achieved an impressive ten-game winning streak in entertainment activities.

For this unprecedented punishment, Baylor generously invited all the freed slaves and the wealthy who had surrendered to come and watch the game.

Baylor sat in the main seat on the platform, with Senira and Daniela on either side of him.

Behind the prince, the enormous glutton stood on the stone wall, intimidating those with ill intentions.

"Although the intelligence said that this dragon was about the same size as my father's Vormisor, I still found it hard to believe when I saw it with my own eyes."

"You actually tamed a wild dragon that had contact with the Targaryens." Senila certainly knew the Glutton.

This enormous wild dragon was extremely famous during the reign of Jaeharis I, but no one dared to tame it, or rather, no one even considered taming it.

Compared to her grandmother Senera's boldness, Daenerys' fear and retreat when she saw the dragons were more like that of a normal Targaryen.

After all, if she were interested in dragons, it would cause Baylor a lot of trouble when they returned to the continent of Westernes.

Soon, the seats and entrances to the arena were completely surrounded by slaves who had been freed from their shackles. Some people who could not enter the arena even climbed onto the city walls to watch.

Slave owners and the wealthy were gathered together, their hands and feet were maimed by slaves, and their possessions were confiscated by the Targaryens. They were no longer even entitled to exchange their lives for their former riches.

"Baelor Targaryen, I curse you, I curse your entire Targaryen family, may you all die a horrible death!"

"Don't think that by freeing the slaves you can conquer Valantis. The free trade city-states will never let you get away with this!"

Once everyone had arrived, Baylor walked to the arena, raised his hand, and gestured to the slaves who had been humiliated by their masters to personally open the cell doors holding the bear.

The moment the cell door opened, the seven bears pounced out like madmen, tearing at the fleeing slave owners and rich people.

Blood and screams echoed throughout the arena. The slaves watching cheered and applauded, and some, not satisfied with the spectacle, even started directing the bears from outside.

At the same time, Baylor lowered his hand, walked behind a wealthy man not far away, and put his hands on his shoulders.

"Why aren't you clapping?"

"I remember you people in Valantis used to really enjoy this kind of entertainment, even betting high prices on which child would die first?"

"Now, it's just a change of identity, right? It won't stop the guessing game."

The surrendered rich man clenched his fists in secret. The moment he heard Baylor's voice, it was as if the whispers of a devil echoed in his ears.

"Your Highness, you have truly misunderstood. These cruel forms of entertainment were all orchestrated by those damned slave owners!"

"We wealthy business people are just placing a gamble to make a little more money."

"Please be clear, we have never done anything so heinous!"

Baylor didn't speak, but instead patted him on the shoulder considerately, then turned to look at the other trembling rich people.

"And what about you guys? Don't you want to join me in these exciting and lucrative recreational activities?"

"Please understand, all our money comes from trade with Westeros; at most, we've only bought a few slaves!"

Every rich man whom the prince looked at knelt down in a row and kowtowed to him repeatedly.

Some were even willing to give up a portion of their family fortune to help the Tangrian family maintain the rule of Valantis.

Baelor nodded in satisfaction. "And you, are you willing to help House Targaryen maintain the rule of Volantis?"

"I am willing, I am willing to be a loyal subject of House Targaryen forever!"

"I would also be willing, Prince Bellor. My family also has some property and connections in Rhine, which I will offer immediately should you need them!"

Upon receiving the message, the wealthy immediately offered to give up half of their wealth or money, hoping that Baylor would spare them.

Having achieved his goal, Baylor smiled and returned to his seat, watching as the slave owners and wealthy people in the arena dwindled one by one.

Having lost interest in waiting any longer, he turned to look at the glutton behind him.

"Dragon Flame".

The glutton aimed directly below the arena, and in an instant, the eerie green dragon flames burned to death all the slave owners, the rich, and the bears that were hunting.

Baelor stepped forward unhurriedly and proclaimed loudly, "From this day forward, in the name of Baelor Targaryen, I declare that Volantis shall become a free city!"

"Like Westeros, it will be under the protection of House Targaryen, and slavery will not be permitted!"

"Long live the Dragon King!"

"Long live Prince Baelor!"

"Long live House Targaryen!"

The slaves of Valantis, having long heard of Prince Baelor's heroic deeds in Tyrosi, knelt down in excitement and shouted.

"Grandmother." This was the first time Daniela had ever seen such a grand spectacle.

Even more unexpectedly, Prince Beller's charisma and influence were so powerful.

Senella was not surprised. "There's a saying in Westeros that whenever a Targaryen's offspring is born, the gods toss a coin to determine whether he is mad or great."

This was the first time Daniela had heard such a compliment, and she asked curiously, "Then Prince Baylor must be a great and positive figure!"

Senira smiled but didn't reply, because her next words were: "The Targaryen family is like a flame, oscillating between madness and greatness."

Or perhaps, greatness is also part of madness.