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's family who were so "naturally honest".

"No wonder, there are so many images of men and women having sex 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 Targaryens.

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

It’s hard to rate!

Aerys I gave birth to four sons and two daughters.

Maegor remained childless and killed her brother's three sons.

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

It sensed a nasty smell.

They can give birth, but they can’t raise them!
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.

Following the example of 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.

If there are more heirs, the dragon will have enough.

"I will have other wives."

Rhaegar cursed secretly.

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

"Roar……"

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

Eamond 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 little longer, Rhaegar should be out soon."

……

There are still more than twenty dragon eggs on Dragonstone.

The appearance of the gluttons dealt a serious blow to the morale of the rioters, and the riots 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!

The glutton suddenly growled, his green vertical eyes staring into the pit.

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

The Targaryen blood cannot be propagated by him alone.

His thoughts faltered, and Rhaegar muttered in a low voice: "This boy Aegon is a good material for having children."

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." Rega clenched his fist and punched his palm.

use! Use it hard!

There was a bandage wrapped around his abdomen, and blood covered large areas.

Rhaenys looked worried.

Rhaenys heard this and glanced behind.

rustling...

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

Rhaegar: "Retribution!"

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

Rhaegar thought about it and pondered: "Rhaenyra 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's approaching dusk.

It’s normal to take time and effort.

There are young dragons Blizzard and Thrax in Dragon Cave, and there are ownerless Silver Wings and wild dragons Gray Shadow in Dragon Mountain.

"it's me!"

Rhaegar was dirty and had a smile on his face.

It can be seen that I am very happy.

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

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

A silver-gray steel necklace was twirled in his right hand, and a pitch-black whip was held in his left hand.

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

Rhaenys breathed a sigh of relief, stepped forward and said 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, wasting some time." Rega raised both hands, and the meaning was self-evident.

Rhaenys hesitated for a moment, her eyes hardening in vain.

The necklace has a clasp structure with water ripples on its surface.

"Valyrian steel?"

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

Yes, it's a Valyrian steel necklace, made of the same material as the Dark Sisters.

Lifting 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 again and again, then 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 blood, Lei Jia tried his best to explore.

He had a mysterious scroll that could detect ancient Valyrian relics, so he naturally took it out and used it.

Buried under the floor of the palace's stone pillars was the Valyrian steel necklace in his hand.

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

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

In the 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?"

"A sharp eye." Rhaegar's smile became even brighter.

All in all, 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--

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

The whip was so flexible that it stirred up a cloud of dust and left a crater.

"Hiss-"

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

This smell is associated with the rancid smell of cannibalism and is usually only detected 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 again.

"Hiss-"

The glutton's green vertical pupils flashed violently, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of dragon flames.

Lei Jia's expression remained unchanged, and he suddenly said: "Attack upward!"

The words were spoken in High Valyrian, and contained an unquestionable mysterious meaning.

next second.

The glutton's green vertical pupils suddenly became clear, his neck was raised high, and 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 he lowered his dragon head, looked at the driver with green vertical eyes full of inquiry, and sniffed hard with his nose.

The driver's instructions came into the mind extremely clearly, and years of running-in made it execute naturally.

But the nasty smell he smelled never changed.

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

After saying that, he hugged the dragon's kiss with rough scales 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 certain 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 jet-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)