Game of Thrones: The Strongest Guoguang

Chapter 180 Anne of the Hedgewall
Sislane Gimbet stroked his forehead.

Their tandem is too late!

No, it should be said that Rhaenyla has already seen their intentions.

That's why the new policy was announced in a pinch.

It is impossible to riot. There are dragons in the sky, and they are not chained.

Strikes are out of the question, and getting involved in rebuilding Tylosi right now can support a family and earn a wage.

Swallowing a trading city-state of Targaryen's rich oil is completely affordable.

"It's impossible to expect that Tyroshi will not be able to restore its former prosperity!"

The Stone Step Islands are the only way between the two continents. They can avoid the storms and tides that occur frequently in the seasons. They are of great strategic significance (equivalent to the Strait of Malacca). Tylosi relied on them to make a fortune.

Therefore, after the reconstruction of Tylosi, there will be a steady stream of businessmen coming, even if this is the city of dragons and the lair of witches.

Therefore, whether it is a mercenary or a businessman, a commoner or a farmer, they all figured out the situation in Tyrosh—the old aristocrats were just overreaching, and their rule existed in name only.

Sure enough, someone wanted to report something now, and Sislane Gimbet saw those big businessmen who once admired their power.

They are all good players who see the wind and the rudder!After all, fools have long been buried in the storm.

The grand duke boy, dressed in rich clothes, mustered up the courage to walk up to Rhaenyla, and said something to her, and Chris Dallow added a few words quietly.

Immediately, all the cold eyes turned to the old nobles who stood out among the crowd.

"..." Sislane Gimbert was in a cold sweat, because the soldiers had come to capture them who were unarmed.

"Witch, no, my lord!" The old nobles begged for mercy, "Mercy! Mercy! These are all misunderstandings!"

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"You really lost yourself in the power of the past." Rhaenyla looked at the many nobles sitting in the dungeon with a sneer.

Do you think I am the kind of grand duke who only bribes votes, and I have to please you to get votes.

"There is no such thing as Targaryen rules, only blood and fire."

The giant dragon is the best authority and kingship.

"For the sake of the Supreme Council, I let you go, and now you are looking for your own death?"

"Witch, you don't mean what you say!" Sislane Gimbet scolded with a frenzied expression.

"You said, to return the sovereignty of the Tailosi city-state, only one-third of the Stone Step Islands and the disputed land are required. Even if the troops are stationed and the concessions are opened, they will only occupy a small part of the city-state.

But now, why are you holding back! "

God of the Three Heads, look at what your people have become after being harmed by the witch.

"I have indeed returned the sovereignty of the city-state!" Rhaenyla looked puzzled, "These orders were all issued in the name of the new Grand Duke Tyrosh."

is there any problem?

"And who said that I will definitely leave, this is not clearly stated in the treaty, we are only here to visit Tylosi."

Valyrian-style "friendship" and "mutual assistance"-refers to visiting with soldiers and dragons.

"Shameless! Crazy!" The nobles in the dungeon scolded loudly, "The most cunning witch in the world!"

"That's enough!" Rhaenyla interrupted the nobles impatiently, "Now you have to pay the price for your rebellious attempt to overthrow the Grand Duke!"

"What price?" Many nobles wondered what kind of hole the witch dug for them.

"The deed paper, the lease agreement for your property in the city..." Simply put, it is real estate.

"Impossible..." Sislane Gimbet shouted first, he had already seen through Rhaenyla's intentions.

She has already obtained the property of those dead nobles. If they hand over the family property, then 80.00% of the city's economy will be controlled by Targaryen.

She will become the real lord of the city-state!
"Actually, you don't have to hand it over. I'm better at looting—I mean, from dead people."

The old aristocrats shivered and couldn't hold their tongues anymore.

"... "

"Then you promise to set us free? After taking over our property."

"..." Now Rhaenyla was silent.

The conflict between the slave and the slave owner was great, and many voices suggested that Rhaenyla should execute them.

But these old nobles are still an indispensable part of Rhaenyla's "Peace and Mutual Assistance Treaty", and the trading city-state will not allow them if everyone is dead.

So these people are destined to be imprisoned in a dungeon, and freedom is out of the question.

Not executed, because it is still useful.

Seeing that Rhaenila remained silent, she seemed to be thinking that it would be more convenient to take property from the dead.

Sislane Gimbet panicked, "We are willing to surrender and work for you."

The situation is stronger than others, and the eight nobles are no longer the kings of Tyrosh... Sislane, who has been imprisoned in the dungeon for so long, finally wakes up, but it is too late.

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"Crack!!" Syracuse jumped out of the deep sea, sparking bursts of water vapor, and the dragon held two giant jellyfish in its mouth.

"Crack!!" The two underage dragons roared excitedly after seeing "sister". This is a "tonic" that can increase the linear speed, and it is very suitable for the taste, with a burnt smell of submarine volcanoes.

Adult dragons can swim on the seabed with power such as wings.

But underage dragons are not good enough, they are not strong enough, and there is a risk of drowning.

Syrax is helping the prey.

"It would be great if the young dragons could grow up quickly." Adonis and Aalas were both young and did not contribute much in this battle. Rhaenyla was afraid that they would be shot down and captured.

For those crazy mercenaries and nobles, the preciousness of young dragons is greater than all treasures.

Even if it is locked and cannot be used, it can only be enjoyed by the eyes.

"Dragonstone Island is a natural danger, and there are wild dragons. If the trading city-state is not crazy, it will not make this idea."

In fact, Targaryen himself is very helpless with the wild dragons.

You must know that during the reign of King Renrui, it is said that young dragons on Dragonstone Island were born every year.

But their discount rate is too high.

Rhaenyra was also a little puzzled. It seemed that after leaving Valyria, Targaryen's dragons were prone to stunting, or was this a natural phenomenon of dragons, survival of the fittest?
Some Targaryen dragon eggs also hatch monsters, like the failed products of blood and fire magic.

Fortunately, Aalas found the right owner and escaped the end of being devoured or dying.

In addition, there are other young dragons who were killed by their own kind.

Like that glutton.

The glutton has harmed so many young dragons, and Targaryen can't do anything about it, even the dragon knights can't take care of it, unless they keep watch day and night to drive it away.

Be sure to tackle the bulimia problem!

Now Targaryen's wealth is enough to expand and support the dragon group, even wild dragons are a kind of reserve, and the backup dragon knights have stronger combat power.

What's more, Rhaenyra has been able to tame many dragons (horn of dreams).

The mind sinks into the green land of dreams, the power of the horn is so powerful, even if it is in another continent, it can "wirelessly surf the Internet".

The green land was still so calm, there was no wind blowing, only the sound of Rhaenyla's own faint breathing.

"Corruption..." These days Rhaenyra and Greenseer Slimeface look for corrupt creatures in the green...they are manifestations of the mother tree's rotten powers.

Although it is not a real creature, it is indistinguishable from a living creature, hiding and looking for food.

"It's kind of like creation." Rhaenila thought to herself, the true god is indeed the true god!

Lord Muddy, where are you?

Rhaenyra called out in the middle of the green, but there was no sign of the Children of the Forest.

There were bursts of intense noise from afar.

"This is..." Countless black ants greeted the eyelids, eating away at this piece of spiritual green space!

Clay and a stranger were standing under a hedgerow, and when they saw someone approaching, their expressions moved slightly.

The stranger greeted with a smile: "Master Saint, hello, I'm Annie."

(End of this chapter)