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

Chapter 415 Targaryen wants you to stand up!

"Ceremony speech..."

Rhaegar was startled.

The content of the two lines of small characters is exactly the traditional customary greeting of the Dragon King of Ancient Valyria.

Rega thought for a moment and got a rough idea.

Ceremony, bloodline, scales...

So, the method of activation may require two people who are connected by blood.

Premise, Targaryen.

Rega pursed her lips and said with a smile: "It's a bit difficult to handle because you can't see it but can't touch it."

He vaguely felt that the embers of the Fire Peak could activate precious relics about the dragon.

The old aristocratic power that roughly occupies two-thirds of Myr.

Rhaegar's ears hurt when he heard it, and he walked directly to the higher platform.

Level: Rare (blue)
Function: exquisite carving

Rhaegar smiled and jumped off the dragon's back with a bang.

"Congratulations, the space prop has been activated, you have obtained..."

It has no effect at the moment.

Just as he was thinking about it, the glutton lowered his neck, and the saddle on his back was just level with the stone platform.

Behind him, dozens of old nobles knelt down and stared at Rhaegar with hateful expressions.

Rhaegar was a little confused and didn't know much about it.

"Good job, man."

This intuition is illusory yet real.

Turning the palm over, the scales disappeared.

Looking through the broken scales, it seems that I can only go back to Westeros to find someone to help.

【burin】

System panel font change.

"To be studied."

"Those who rely on the dragon are as cruel as your ancestors."

Rhaegar looked over and over again, smiled faintly, and asked, "Do you plead guilty?"

"I know how to carve stone, what else do I need?"

The triggering condition is very simple, the fire magic power common to pyromancers and blood witches.

Exploration progress: 100%
Skip the picking and inspection screen.

"You devil, intruder!"

Evaluation: "Proficient in various carving techniques and imitating ancient carving techniques."

Melias was crawling on the outside of the platform, and Rhaenys climbed down the ladder and came under the guard of the fearless ones.

It may be necessary to hone your craft until you can imitate the mysterious inscriptions on other relics.

Rhaegar turned over the carving knife and took back the space necklace after a moment.

"Invade our homeland and take away our slaves..."

Among this group of people were the leaders of the old aristocracy, as well as their family members involved.

In its place was an inscribed Valyrian steel grater.

Rega shook his head slightly and considered learning some skills such as wood carving and forging.

In contrast.

There was a loud noise, and the old aristocrats who originally maintained their own identity were like the aunts in the vegetable market, yelling without any image.

The carving knife is only about the length of a palm, with unfamiliar and rough inscriptions carved on the surface, and the blade is very sharp.

The glutton roared lowly and carried the driver up to the stone platform, crushing large pieces of square stone with every step.

Rhaegar touched the space necklace around his neck. It was a relic harvested in the early morning.

"Hiss..."

Gray Worm holds a spear and holds his head high.

[Valyrian Steel. Space Necklace]

In some aspects, the compatibility between humans and dragons is always on display.

As soon as the words fell, there was immediate backlash.

"prince!"

Gray Worm turned to follow, waving to the Unsullied who was in charge of custody.

boom! boom! boom!
The Unsullied had expressionless faces, turning their spears around and beating them with big sticks.

Suddenly, the yelling and cursing stopped.

Turned into wailing and crying.

Rhaenys walked onto the high platform in two or two steps, passing over the messy old nobles.

A group of paper tigers will break with one poke.

"Hiss-"

At this moment, the glutton roared into the sky, and a mouthful of green dragon flames clashed high in the sky.

At this moment, both the old nobles on the platform and the civilian slaves in the square immediately shut up.

Thousands of pairs of eyes were staring directly at Rhaegar on the high platform.

Rhaegar looked calm, having long been used to being in the spotlight.

"Roar!"

The glutton stopped his dragon flames and continued to let out a suppressed roar from his throat.

Rhaegar stood with his hands behind his back, the black dragon head hanging by his side.

One person and one dragon, like a king arriving.

Wow…

The civilians and slaves all fell to their knees, shrinking and trembling under the gaze of the Dragon King and the Demonic Dragon.

No one dares to face fear.

Rhaegar looked down at them, feeling a surge of pride in his heart, and shouted loudly: "Stand up!"

quiet!
Looking around the square, no one dared to get up except the Fearless One and the Valley Knight.

"I said, let you stand up!"

Rhaegar shouted a second time.

The civilians and slaves trembled. Except for a few people who stood up tremblingly, most of them remained indifferent.

"Rhaegar."

Rhaenys stood to one side, wanting to speak out a reminder.

After all, Mill's rights are in the hands of the old nobles and slave owners, not a group of slaves without dignity.

Slaves have been oppressed for many years and have long lost their spirit of resistance.

"Auntie, the Narrow Sea War is over, so many people shouldn't die anymore."

Rega's eyebrows softened and he interrupted.

In Lys, he recruited a group of old nobles and wealthy businessmen to stabilize order.

If it's Mill, since they don't know practical things, they naturally have new reform strategies waiting for them.

Turning his back to Gray Worm, he waved his hand gently.

Gray Worm nodded heavily and gave the order. The eyes of several Unsullied people were focused, and they aimed their spears at the old nobles in front of them and stabbed them vigorously.

puff-

The iron spearhead pierced the body, and as the hands of the Unsullied turned, the internal organs were smashed into pieces.

"Ho ho..."

Two men, one woman and one old man, four old nobles fell to the ground in pain, their clothes wet with blood.

Within a few breaths, he would die immediately.

The Unsullied moved quickly, pulled out the spear and pierced the jaw again, lifted the body and hung it on the high platform.

Expose the corpse and show it to the public!
"Woooooooo..."

The other old nobles who witnessed this scene were almost frightened and went crazy, screaming and struggling.

Unsullied was not used to it at all, so he picked up his spear and beat him randomly.

Everything here is displayed in front of the eyes of civilians and slaves.

Rhaegar shouted loudly: "The old oppression has disappeared, you should stand up!"

swoosh...

Seeing their former masters imposing capital punishment, many slaves stood up excitedly.

There is nothing more inspiring than killing someone who has a higher status than oneself and has enslaved oneself.

Rhaegar rhymed this to transform the conflict between the old nobles and the Targaryens into the conflict between the old nobles and the slave class.

The root cause of the riots was resistance to Targaryen rule.

What Rhaegar had to do was to show the people the sins of the old rulers before they objected.

A comparison, whether to welcome a new ruler.

call!call!
A gust of sea breeze blew, and the bloody smell of corpses spread throughout the square.

All the slaves sniffed hard and wanted to take revenge in this way.

Rhaegar saw this and asked loudly: "The old nobles and slave owners are mercilessly squeezing you. The common people have difficulty eating and the slaves are bullied. Why do you want to follow them in riots!"

Deadly quiet.

Rega looked around and continued: "Now, the old nobles and slave owners are just lambs to be slaughtered. No one dares to exploit you anymore. Shouldn't you be happy!"

The civilians and slaves looked at each other and thought it was very reasonable.

Gradually, he became bolder and climbed up from the ground.

Rhaegar waved his hand again and said in a sharp voice: "There are no slaves in Westeros. Myr is under the jurisdiction of the Iron Throne, and there is no need for enslaved people!"

As soon as the words fell, ten Unsullied came out in unison and raised their spears to pierce the corresponding number of old nobles.

Wow!
The civilians and slaves were in an uproar, huddled together in twos and threes for warmth, and stared in fear.

They had nothing but fear for the new rulers.

For fear that one of them would be unhappy, he would release a dragon and burn them to death.

Rhaegar didn't care. He only wanted to use blood for blood to wash away the nostalgia of the common people and slaves for the old nobles and accept the rule of Targaryen.

Gray Worm personally grabbed an old nobleman and threw him in front of Rhaegar.

The old nobleman had a pair of triangular eyes, his body was as skinny as a stick, and his whole body exuded a filthy smell.

At this time, three people walked out of the audience.

Rich people in rich clothes, common people with vicissitudes of life, and slaves with scars all over their bodies.

One woman and two men, both young.

The three of them walked onto the high platform and stood at the back at Gray Worm's signal.

Rega didn't even look back and asked bluntly: "Tell me, what bad things has this old man at your feet done?"

The slave rushed out first, with a scowl on his dark-skinned face, and shouted angrily: "He has killed many innocent slaves, robbed young children from slaves, and played with them to death regardless of whether they were men or women!"

Another man also stood up and spoke angrily: "He raised the port tax privately, forcing the fishermen to not be able to pay the tax, so they sold their wives and daughters to him at a low price!"

"..."

The three people took turns to expose the old nobleman's crime.

One after another, it's so disgusting.

And this is the norm among the captured old nobles.

As the crimes were counted, the civilians and slaves in the square gnashed their teeth, and their eyes turned red with empathy.

As a free trade city, there are certainly civilians and slaves who live better lives.

But, it's definitely not them.

Whenever life goes unsatisfactory, everyone has the right to be resentful.

Swish!
Rhaegar pulled out the real fire, swung the jet-black sword, and chopped off the old noble's head.

Tens of thousands of eyes stared at him.

Rhaegar held his sword with both hands and shouted like a declaration: "The old nobles and slave owners use their earthly rights to force you to kneel, and the Targaryens want you to stand up!"

"There are no slaves in Westeros, the Iron Throne treats everyone equally!"

The sound is deafening and goes straight into people's hearts.

At this moment, silver hair and purple eyes were in the eyes of all civilians and slaves.

Stereotypes are eliminated, it’s no longer about brutality and dragons.

But, equality and justice!

A slave who was kneeling stood up angrily and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Long live Targaryen!"

A stone stirred up a thousand waves.

More and more slaves got up and screamed at the top of their lungs.

"Long live the Targaryens!"

"Long live the Dragon King!"

"..."

On the Fish Killing Square, no civilians or slaves had lost their knees, and they all stood upright.

Their eyes were burning, their voices were broken, and they were all looking at one person.

Rhaegar Targaryen.

At this moment, Rega also looked at them, raised his hand and waved vigorously.

The Unsullied quickly took action, stabbing all the old nobles in the chest through the chest.

Someone shouted angrily at the last moment: "Invader! The other Free Trade Cities will not let you go!"

Rhaegar replied calmly: "It is not the Targaryens who invade you, but your insatiable greed."

Without oppression and slavery, we wouldn't be here today.

"Hiss-"

The glutton roared, and his huge body climbed to the side of the high platform, his green vertical eyes staring at and detaining the mob.

In front of the common people and slaves, Rhaegar raised his brows and said loudly: "Targaryen brings peace and justice, but he cannot be questioned or harmed."

"In the name of Viserys I, the Targaryen, I sentence the rebels to death!"

After speaking, he looked sideways at the glutton and uttered the dragon taming language: "Dragon flames!"

The words were spoken in High Valyrian, and contained very mysterious waves of magic.

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The glutton's vertical pupils flashed with cruelty, and the dragon's kiss opened wide.

"Hiss-"

The torrential dragon flames swept across, covering thousands of people like smoke and mist, turning into a sea of ​​green fire.

(End of this chapter)