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

Chapter 457 Let the Archbishop come to see me!
Watching the towering tower being destroyed, Mond's knees went weak and he fell to his knees in a daze.

This feeling of powerlessness is no less than having all the resources of the old town but being unable to save his wife who is suffering from hemorrhage during childbirth.

Mond raised his head and looked sadly at the falling debris.

It was as if he was watching his wife, who had been tortured beyond recognition, slowly and painfully taking her last breath.

"Towering Tower!"

Mond's eyes were red and he roared on the verge of collapse.

The Hightower family built the towering tower thousands of years ago, resisted the invasion of the Andals, avoided the invasion of the First Men, and safely passed through the Conqueror Period.

It was obviously fine just now.

However, the spire, a symbol of war and power, was burned down by a huge black dragon.

Unfortunately, people’s sorrows and joys are not the same.

The Glutton slowly circled around the stone building, staring at the burning spire with its green vertical pupils and sniffing gently.

"Man, smell that magic?"

Rhaegar was curious about what the big evil dragon was doing, and rode on the dragon's back leisurely.

At an altitude of eight hundred feet, even if Mond shouted at the top of his lungs, he wouldn't be able to hear a single word.

Of course, I don’t care!

The Hightower family is indeed powerful. They have built the largest port in Westeros and their trade spans both continents.

Moreover, we know how to seek benefits and avoid harm.

No matter which invader came in the long history, Haital could kneel down in time and accurately and offer the knee of a king.

Even Aegon the Conqueror and Balerion the Black Death did not harm Hightower in his towering tower.

But this time, Hightower had offended Rhaegar, and they had hit a wall.

People with the surname Haital cannot be killed easily, so I will take down two pieces of the tall tower passed down by your ancestors and use them as stones.

The Glutton shook his dragon head, a trace of disgust flashed across his vertical pupils, and he flapped his wings and slowly descended.

No magical smell.

Maybe there were some in the past, but they have dried up long ago.

Rhaegar touched the True Fire and Dragon Whip at his waist and remained silent, which was rare.

The name Heitar is indeed ancient, noble, and very mysterious.

Unlike other native nobles, Hightower seemed to have suddenly appeared in Westeros.

But it doesn’t matter.

No matter how noble your bloodline is, can it be nobler than the dragon king of ancient Valyria?

Rhaegar stroked the dragon's back, looking down at Mondstadt who was almost collapsing below, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

The name Targaryen represents blood and fire.

The dragon granted him privileges.

His father is now bedridden, and Allison is taking care of him.

Rhaegar wanted to see what kind of trouble Oldtown Hightower could come up with.

"Hiss!"

"Hiss..."

The Sheep Thief and Yang Yan followed one after another and headed straight for the towering tower that was lit with green fire.

"Sir, let's retreat first!"

Seeing that Mond was disheartened, the squire knights were cautious and dragged the lord back to the gate.

boom--

As soon as the front foot took off, the glutton landed.

His feet sank deeply into the soft grass, and his pitch-black wings stirred up waves of scorching air, instantly breaking the spines of the surrounding flowers and plants.

"Hiss-"

This was not enough. The glutton's green eyes were cold and he roared at the stunned reception team.

"Protect the lord!"

The squire knight had never seen such a scene before. His hands were trembling as he drew his sword. He gritted his teeth and stood in front of Mond.

What can the prince and the dragon do? Protecting the lord is their mission.

"Roar?"

The Glutton's dragon mouth opened into a mocking arc, its wings supported the ground, and its thick and long dragon tail stabbed forward as fast as lightning.

Paji——

The squire knight's long sword flew away, spun 365 degrees in the air, and landed upside down in the grass a hundred meters away.

As for the Squire Knights...

The dragon's tail hooked lightly, and it almost exploded into a ball of blood mist, falling into the lake in pieces.

The turquoise lake turned red, and small fish and shrimps competed for food.

Mond stared at the scene with eyes wide open in disbelief.

How dare he!
Kill the knights following the Lord of Oldtown in front of him.

This is a sin against the faith of the Seven.

"Greedy, be honest!"

Rhaegar's face turned cold, and he scolded the big evil dragon for his crimes in a neither light nor heavy tone.

Then, looking down at the dumbstruck Mond, he said nonchalantly, "I'm sorry, Lord Mond. Gluttons are cruel by nature and never tolerate provocations from the weak."

"you……"

Mond was furious and wanted to rush forward to argue.

"Hiss..."

Aegon landed in Sunfire and stopped a few meters behind the right side of the Glutton, his gorgeous appearance shining with gold.

"Hiss!"

The sheep thief followed closely behind, about ten meters behind the left side of the glutton. The shriveled dragon head swung back and forth, swallowing a live goat that came from nowhere.

Two giant dragons suddenly appeared and blocked Mond's words from his mouth.

Take a look.

Three giant dragons stared at the towering tower, and on the backs of dragons of different colors sat the three Targaryen brothers.

The three Targaryens were all teenagers, the oldest no older than 16 years old.

Led by Rhaegar, each one was more unruly than the other, and they were used to looking down on others.

From Mondstadt's perspective, they were no longer three Targaryens, but three active volcanoes that could destroy Oldtown at any time.

Three men and three dragons, there is no one who can match them.

"Gulu~"

He subconsciously swallowed his saliva and held back the insults.

Repeating a sentence madly in my mind.

The other side has a dragon!!
Rhaegar looked down at Mond, who dared not speak out, and smiled without saying a word.

Until he spoke first, Aegon and Aemond dared not overstep their authority and sat on the dragon's back, listening attentively.

Mond looked around, trying to communicate with his two grandsons through eye contact.

Aegon turned his head away, pretending he was blind. Aemond touched his left eye and didn't even bother pretending he was blind.

Mond:…

I was sweating profusely.

Rhaegar grasped the right timing, slightly bent his upper body forward, and said with a smile: "Lord Mond, the Dornishmen have looted the crops in Oldtown. Do you mind if I light the bonfire in the towering tower for you?"

Aegon and Aemond were stunned for a moment, and looked up at the same time.

I hadn't noticed it just now, but the top of the towering tower was burning.

His eyes fell on the fierce-looking glutton, and his heart skipped a beat.

Aside from Vhagar and Vermithor, the Targaryens had basically no rival for this wild dragon-eating beast.

Both the Sheep Thief and Yang Yan had the tragic experience of being bullied by the Glutton.

"Gah!"

Yang Yan recalled the bad memories and silently stepped back ten meters to keep a safe distance.

The sheep thief looked cunning, with his broad brown wings spread out, ready to run away at any moment.

Wild dragons are born to be good at survival.

Even the two dragon riders were afraid of Rhaegar and the Glutton, let alone Mond as an ordinary person.

Mond forced a smile that was uglier than crying: "No problem. The three princes have come from afar, please come into my humble abode and have a chat."

Otto has done a lot of harm!

This wasn't just a lord trying to intimidate the crown prince; it was clearly the crown prince trying to intimidate him.

Rhaegar took his time to answer.

Aegon and Aemond were already tired of riding the dragon and were willing to climb off the dragon's back and enjoy a good night.

As Rhaegar didn't speak, he supported his chin with his hands and waited patiently.

If you don’t wait, you will be beaten!
clap clap clap...

Just when Mond was feeling embarrassed, applause came from the towering tower.

Rhaegar looked away.

Otto, who was dressed meticulously, walked slowly out of the hall, holding a plate of bread and salt in his hands.

"Otto?"

Rhaegar narrowed his eyes slightly, a little surprised.

Tormund's raven reported that Otto was hiding in the Red Keep, and only Alisson was left to maintain the court.

It turned out that he had slipped back to his hometown in the old town.

Otto had a friendly look on his face. He bowed and greeted Rhaegar first: "Greetings, Prince. It is the kingdom's blessing to see that you are safe and sound."

Then he changed the subject and pointed at the brothers Aegon and Aemond, acting like a grandfather and teaching them a lesson: "Why don't you two come down? Oldtown is your second home. Your mother is always happy to come home."

Aegon and Aemond were stunned when they heard this, and they began to waver in their hearts.

The suppression of grandpa's status was indeed very effective for them.

When I was a child, I was often taught a lesson by Otto, who instilled all kinds of knowledge and ideas in me.

Rhaegar's eyes narrowed, with a hint of hostility in them.

What a great Otto! He is really calculating to the core and even his speech is so artistic.

Raise first and then suppress.

She praises him and steps on her two younger brothers, always trying to sow discord between them.

But because of their status as elders, Aegon and Aemond could not object.

Mond's complexion recovered and he offered help: "I have prepared a grand banquet to entertain the three princes."

Aegon's eyes lit up and he became very interested in the banquet.

Aemond remained silent, unwilling to intervene in the fight between his eldest brother and his grandfather.

One of the two parties is a blood brother, and the other is a powerful maternal family.

He doesn't want to offend anyone, but he can't help anyone.

Rhaegar didn't want to embarrass his two younger brothers, and said directly: "No, there is still time for the banquet, and I have more important things to deal with."

Otto frowned slightly. "It makes no sense that you shouldn't be entertained by the Hightower family when you come to Oldtown."

"Not urgent."

Rhaegar refused outright. Pointing to a magnificent building in Oldtown second only to the towering tower, he said, "My father is ill, and the rebellion in Dorne continues. I need to see the High Septon and listen to the guidance of the Seven Gods."

He saw through Otto's little plan.

He used blood ties to bind his two grandsons together and separate them from the chariot of his eldest brother.

Weaken his potential strength openly or covertly to gain the political capital to compete with him.

In response, Rega could only shake his head.

I really don't have time to worry about the so-called power struggles of trivial matters.

Taking advantage of the unity of the three brothers, it is a good opportunity to suppress the Church of the Seven Gods and hollow out the Citadel.

It is beneficial to consolidate the rule and bless future generations.

He was not so bored as to lower himself to the same power field as Otto, playing by the same rules.

According to his rules of the game, no matter how powerful Rhaegar is, he will never have a chance of winning.

However, Rhaegar is the one who has the power to make the rules.

He wants to play, and Otto has the fun.

If he doesn't want to play, Otto has to leave the table.

Otto's expression changed slightly. He didn't expect the crown prince to be so disregarding of dignity.

Rhaegar said, "I have heard that the Hightower family has a close relationship with the Church of the Seven. Lord Laomond will be the one to lead the way and introduce the High Bishop to me."

Mond's mouth twitched, and his heart was in a mess.

The Faith in the Seven Gods is equal to the King's authority.

What does it mean to introduce the Archbishop to come and see you?

The High Bishop's status is equivalent to that of a king, and he is a servant chosen by the Seven Gods.

Rhaegar tilted his head. "Any questions?"

Speak out, let me and the glutton listen together.

"Roar……"

The glutton roared, his voice was rough and deep, making people's eardrums swell.

Mond's expression tensed up, and he immediately said, "Wait a moment, I will go and harness the carriage."

"Thank you, Lord Mond."

Rhaegar smiled, politely.

"Hiss-"

The Glutton raised his head and roared, spreading his broad wings and shaking his huge body.

"Hiss..."

The sheep thief and Yang Yan didn't understand what was going on, so they roared and spread their dragon wings in protest.

(End of this chapter)