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

Chapter 470 All rights of interpretation belong to the Iron Throne!
The next day.

The weather is sunny and the sun is shining brightly.

It was December, and the climate in the River Reach was still warm and pleasant, with no trace of the coldness of the north.

Old Town, Starry Temple.

"Hiss-"

A roar like thunder resounded for miles around, and a pair of pitch-black dragon wings enveloped the entire majestic temple.

At the same time, a giant orange-yellow dragon slowly flew over, looking like it was made of gold under the sunlight.

Soon, Glutton and Syrax arrived.

"Come on, give me your hand."

Rhaegar dismounted from the dragon and went to pick up Rhaenyra, who was holding the baby in her arms.

Rhaenyra rolled her eyes at him and held out her hand proudly.

At this time, the Starry Church was filled with people inside and outside, with missionaries, nuns, and believers mixed together.

Rhaegar glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw a pale, thin young man gathered in front of the crowd.

He was dressed rather gorgeously and held a seven-star Bible in his hand.

Around him, several red-robed archbishops surrounded him.

At just one glance, Rega recognized the other person's identity, the then Archbishop - Coben Flowers.

It is said that he is the illegitimate son of a noble family and won the position of archbishop by debating scriptures.

"Hiss!"

"Hiss..."

Just as Rhaegar carried Rhaenyra down from the dragon's back, two dragon roars of different powers came from the sky in the distance.

A glance back.

Yang Yan flapped his pale pink wings vigorously, and his whole golden body was particularly eye-catching.

The sheep thief playfully chased Yang Yan, his vertical pupils in his sunken eye sockets flashing with teasing, and he kept taking the opportunity to show off his skinny figure.

It seemed to be showing off its beauty to Yang Yan.

Rhaegar smiled unkindly.

There is something special about wild dragons, which embodies the essence of their ability to survive on their own.

Two giant dragons flew to the square of the cathedral and slowly landed, and the riders climbed off the dragons' backs one after another.

Aegon came over with dark circles under his eyes, in a sloppy manner, exuding a decadent and lazy temperament.

Although Emond is young, he is mature and steady.

Until the One-Eye noticed the swaddling clothes in Rhaegar and Rhaenyra's arms.

Emond's one eye widened in disbelief, "This... this is?"

Rhaegar straightened his back, clenched his fist and coughed softly: "Your little nephew."

"Two at once?" Imond looked back and forth, his one eye was almost not enough.

Rhaegar's mouth curled up: "That's right."

"Congratulations, brother."

Emond was numb for a moment, then asked shyly, "Can you show it to me?"

After not seeing each other for half a month, when we met again, there were two more nephews.

Life is full of surprises.

Rhaegar patted his chest and said generously: "Look at it as you like, and give it back to me when you cry."

"Hmph!" Rainier snorted coldly, her eyes full of contempt.

He's a guy who talks big but also steals kids' jobs.

But even though I was angry, I didn't give in to others.

Rhaenyra untied the swaddling clothes and handed it to Aemond naturally.

Rhaegar also handed over the swaddling clothes.

Emond froze in place, holding two babies, one on each side, with a very complicated look in his eyes.

"Uh-huh~"

Little Eamonn's eyes widened as he chewed his hand while looking at his uncle.

I was enjoying the show so much that I even wanted to reach out and pull off the blindfold.

Imond subconsciously raised his head to avoid it, and then laughed at himself for being stupid.

When he looked at the two little babies again, the strangeness in his eyes disappeared, and there was an added sense of closeness as if they were connected by blood.

"His name is Aemon," Rhaenyra said. "It is very similar to your name."

Similar names of the Targaryen family all evolved from "Aegon".

Emond glanced at his eldest sister, his expression unchanged, and said to himself: "They are my nephews, I will take care of them in the future."

Aegon came over to watch the fun, yawned sleepily, and said with a malicious tone: "You two cute little things, let me see how much you are worth."

As he said this, he was about to open the swaddling clothes.

"Aegon, stop making trouble!"

Aemond dodged and quickly returned the child to Rhaenyra, saying, "That is our nephew. You will scare them."

He took the initiative to assume the responsibilities of an uncle to his eldest brother's children.

Aegon's attack was in vain, and he said in a bored tone, "Tsk, it's just a joke."

It's just a look at the little dick. It's not like I haven't peeled Emond's dick when I was a kid.

Why are you so nervous?

Aemond's face turned red, and as he recalled the humiliating childhood memories, he turned his head away angrily and ignored Aegon.

After watching the fun, Rhaegar tried to smooth things over by saying, "Well, where is Lord Mond? Have the Dornish bandits been dealt with?"

Aegon shook his head and answered casually, "Mondstadt will be here soon. The old man keeps asking me when you will be back."

Aemond was not to be outdone. He said, "I rode on the sheep stealer and burned two groups of Dornishmen to death. The rest of the remnants are in hiding. It will take time to gradually eliminate them."

"clear."

Rhaegar nodded, turned and walked up the steps of the Starry Temple.

All that needs to be said is said.

It’s also time to address the chronic problem of procrastination.

Just when he was halfway up the stairs, Archbishop Coben walked straight up to him, ignoring the other archbishops' attempts to stop him.

But after walking a few steps, cold sweat broke out on his forehead and he was panting.

Rega stopped and looked at the other person with amusement.

After hiding from him for seven days and seven nights, what other tricks do you have?
Qyburn's young face showed weakness, and he hunched his back. He said with great respect, "Prince Rhaegar, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

"Oh, wait for me?"

Rhaegar laughed.

Don't you feel guilty saying this?
Qyben stepped aside to make way for him and said tiredly, "I sought guidance from the Seven Gods, but unfortunately I was not able to obtain an oracle like the Archbishops in history. However, I am willing to believe in you who claim to be the messenger of God."

"Are you sure the archbishop is telling the truth?"

Rhaegar smiled playfully and continued to climb the stone steps. If you say that the old god, the Lord of Light, R'hllor, has some ability, I can hardly believe it.

Rhaegar had some contact to some extent.

The belief in the Seven Gods has been spread for thousands of years, but no miracles have been seen, let alone representatives like the Children of the Forest and the Red Witch walking the earth.

The so-called guidance from the seven gods is hard to believe.

After hearing this, Koben's face turned even paler and his back became hunched like an old man.

Faced with life and death, the Seven Gods did not respond to him.

This is in stark contrast to the experiences of previous archbishops in history.

Rhaegar had no interest in paying attention to him. Wherever he passed, the crowd retreated and entered the temple.

With the experience of his last visit to Oldtown, he no longer took the Faith of the Seven Gods and the Citadel seriously.

First, there is no army, and second, there is no power.

The Glutton took a breath of dragon flame, swallowing up all the voices of resistance.

His main target during this trip to Oldtown was the Hightower family.

To be more precise, they are the two brothers Mond and Otto.

……

It's approaching noon.

Mond, with the tribal sword on his waist, was alert and rushed to the Starry Temple with a large group of people.

As soon as they got close, four giant dragons crawled on the ground, and the heat waves from their breath were enough to roast raw meat.

"Gulu~"

Mond swallowed and forced himself to enter the temple.

Don't be afraid!
Below you is Oldtown, the seat of House Hightower.

The church hall.

Rhaegar and Aemond sat on the ground, each holding a swaddling child.

With her back to everyone, Rhaenyra stood by the window, enjoying the breeze.

Aegon was the most promising. He mixed into the group of nuns and picked a long-legged nun to tease.

As soon as Mond entered the hall, he saw this scene.

His voice also attracted other people's attention.

Rhaegar raised his eyes slightly and looked him up and down indifferently.

Mond felt uneasy when he was looked at, so he stepped forward and saluted: "Prince, congratulations on the birth of your baby."

Rhaegar nodded in response.

Rhaenyra walked over slowly and said softly, "Give me the child, you two can talk."

As he spoke, he took the two swaddling clothes and retreated to the inner hall under the guidance of the nun.

Emond was a little reluctant and turned his head away silently.

Only Aegon looked dejected, with a look of bitterness and hatred.

The nuns were gone.

Mond saw everything and placed his hopes on his two nephews and grandsons. He turned sideways to introduce the accompanying personnel behind him.

"Prince, this is Dr. Fisher from the Academy, and he has come to see you specially."

Mond trembled and pointed his finger at a fat, bald old man.

The bald old man opened his dead eyes, his skin was pale and loose, and he bowed: "Prince, I will..."

"How many cardinals will there be?"

Rhaegar interrupted, staring.

Mond hesitated for a moment, cold sweat pouring down his face.

The bald old man frowned slightly, feeling unhappy about being interrupted, and said patiently: "Usually seven doctors preside over the meeting. The city has developed rapidly in recent years, and a total of ten doctors are participating. I am honored to be one of them."

What he said was very clear, implicitly revealing the prosperity of the academy, and hoping that the superiors would show mercy.

Rhaegar was not convinced and questioned, "There are ten doctors, but you only sent one to see me. Can you represent the other nine?"

The bald old man was speechless for a moment, and said hesitantly: "I am a representative. I will convey your request on your behalf."

Choking!

The true fire at the waist was unsheathed, and a flash of black light disappeared in an instant.

A red line appeared on the bald old man's neck, and blood splattered everywhere.

Rhaegar shook his head and said calmly, "I just sent a runner to see me. Are the people's servants of the Citadel so arrogant?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the corpse fell to the ground with a thud, its hands and feet still twitching subconsciously.

In an instant, the temperature in the hall dropped sharply, as if a cold wind was blowing from the north.

Aegon looked surprised and took a step back with his arms folded.

Aemond's one eye widened, his gaze darting between his eldest brother and the corpse.

His expression was shocked at first, then gradually calmed down, with an imperceptible curve at the corner of his lips.

He likes his elder brother's decisiveness in killing.

"Prince, he is the doctor of the Citadel."

Mond's jaw almost dropped.

Rhaegar glanced at it and asked curiously, "So?"

So what about the Academy? Do you really think knowledge is power?
All the bad accounts of the past have not yet been settled.

Emond's blood boiled when he heard this, and he straightened his back.

Mond was speechless, his clenched right hand trembling slightly.

Archbishop Coben walked out from the corner, ordered several silent sisters to drag the body away, closed his eyes sadly, and prayed silently for the deceased.

After muttering for a few minutes, Coben opened his eyes and handed over a parchment contract with both hands.

Rhaegar leaned back, put his hands on the floor, and winked at Aemond.

Aemond understood immediately, climbed up swiftly, snatched the parchment and placed it in front of his brother.

Rhaegar glanced at Coben and Mond, reading the contracts carefully.

"In the name of the Archbishop, I recognize the establishment of the new branch of the Seven Gods Faith, allow the Targaryen royal family to freely appoint and dismiss the Archbishop, and promulgate a new version of the Seven Star Bible..."

Various clauses that deprive you of your rights.

"The Protestant religion is established, and the Targaryen royal family assumes the responsibility of protecting the Protestant religion. The doctrine can be modified, and the Starry Sept cannot be refuted. All rights of interpretation belong to the Iron Throne."

With every additional word, Cobain's thin body became more hunched.

All the terms and conditions stated that the whole person seemed to be 30 years older, and it was only thanks to the support of others that he did not fall.

The content of the contract is the terms of the emerging sect, which is clearly a tyrannical contract between the Iron Throne and the Faith of the Seven Gods.

All rights of interpretation belong to the Iron Throne, and with just one sentence, the prestige of the Faith of the Seven Gods has been shattered to pieces.

Rhaegar's eyes were as sharp as a hawk, and he said calmly: "My Lord High Bishop, when I find a second wife, I hope you can personally hold the ceremony for us."

He pointed his index finger up and down, and said murderously: "The location should be in the Starry Cathedral, in front of all the believers."

(End of this chapter)