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

Chapter 474 Orion - Biography of the Dragon King Family

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Rhaegar threw a book at random, hitting Aegon's dog head accurately, and taught him a lesson: "Hurry up and work, or I will break your legs!"

The tone was very unfriendly, and it was obvious that he was really angry.

Aegon howled in ecstasy, a big bump appeared on his forehead, and he stood up obediently to look for a book.

"Deserve it!"

Aemond sneered and sensibly placed the parchment book at his brother's feet.

Lei Jia had a worried look on his face as he flipped through the ancient books one by one, his eyes so gloomy that tears seemed to be dripping out of them.

"What a great school city! It's really full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers."

I picked up a yellowed ancient book and opened it. On the front page were written three big words: "Orion" Family.

Rhaegar's eyes were solemn as he read the contents carefully.

There are forty dragon families in old Valyria, and House Orion is one of them.

According to the history of Qohor, a male member of House Orion became one of the surviving Dragonlords after the Doom.

He recruited troops from among the colonists of Qohor and proclaimed himself the first Emperor of Valyria.

Riding a fully grown dragon, he led 30,000 infantrymen towards the ruins of Valyria, intent on rebuilding the Freehold.

But no one ever saw Emperor Orion or his army again.

The ancient book in Rega's hand is a biography of the Orion family.

The general content describes the scenery of the Fourteen Fire Peaks and the dragon's lair and reproduction.

Even a brief binding spell.

"The Orion family is really wealthy."

Rhaegar sighed from the bottom of his heart.

There is no need for historical evidence from other Dragon King families to prove that the Orion family is powerful.

The Targaryen family history records the comprehensive strength of this Dragon King family.

One of the oldest and most noble families of dragonlords in old Valyria.

In terms of ranking, it has been in the top ten for many years and is competing for the top five.

At its peak, the number of adult dragons reached a staggering twenty, and they have always been the vanguard of Freedom Fortress's external expansion.

“So fierce!”

Rhaegar gritted his teeth in envy.

When the exile Aenar crossed the narrow sea and migrated to Dragonstone, his family had a total of five dragons.

The remaining four died one after another, and their ages were unknown.

All that is known is that Balerion was a very young dragon at the time.

Looking at the current situation, the Targaryens have a total of 18 dragons, and there are only three adult dragons: Vhagar, the Glutton, and Vermithor.

It can be seen how exaggerated the power of the Orion family is as they control twenty adult dragons.

If this is used to attack the free trade city-states, they will all be silent.

Lei Jia took a deep breath and continued to look at other ancient books.

These include biographies of Belleris, Daeranligar, and some of the lesser dragonlord families.

There was even a biography of the Targaryen family in the pile of books.

Written by the exile Inar himself, it records the location of the ancestral property sold by the family in the Land of Long Summer, and the hidden corner of the Fourteen Fire Peaks where the dragon egg is hidden.

The clan leader was afraid that being stranded on Dragonstone would affect the reproduction of dragons, so he made arrangements in advance for his descendants to make a comeback.

Rhaegar read through it carefully and could sense deep worry in his eyes.

In some passages, there is a vague mention of the family's decline, and migration may be a good option.

It seems that this ancestor is really afraid of making a wrong decision and bringing harm to the entire Targaryen family.

"Alas, who would have thought that the Targaryens would become even more prosperous after migrating to Dragonstone."

Rega sighed softly, not wanting to let his ancestor down.

By comparing the map of the sea of ​​smoke, one can determine the approximate location of the clan's territory.

Most of the area was reduced to ruins and became part of the sea of ​​smoke.

Due to their relatively weak strength, some of the Targaryen industries were far away from the core area of ​​the Fourteen Fire Peaks, and instead preserved in the Long Summer Land on the remaining peninsula.

Looking closely, Rega exclaimed "Huh", and found a special piece of land by comparing it with the map.

Located in the southeast of the Sea of ​​Sighs, it is a relatively well-preserved long summer land.

There is a remote town built by the Targaryen family, which raises a large number of war slaves and mines a special mineral that enhances spiritual power.

The ore contained a certain substance, which was removed after being ground into powder and used by the fire wizard to make a secret medicine.

Lei Jia's eyes flickered, and he muttered to himself: "The amount of resurrection orchid is insufficient, and father needs a medicinal stone to enhance his spiritual power."

I wanted to explore the sea of ​​smoke again, but for various reasons I couldn't get away.

My father is in poor health, and as the crown prince I cannot take risks alone.

Thinking of this, Rega picked up a pen to mark the location for later use.

After his last exploration of the sea of ​​smoke, he had a vague idea of ​​that dangerous place.

There is a safe place, provided that it is far away from the original site of the Fourteen Fire Peaks and in an area that is not covered by haze.

Rega looked through the ancient books of other dragon king families, and found more or less records bragging about family businesses.

These locations were not deliberately concealed and can be traced on the map.

Rhaegar flipped through the pages and sneered, "The Citadel is truly remarkable. It holds so many secrets."

The ancient books were collected openly or covertly in the academy, hidden in secret chambers and only open to doctors.

Oh, right.

Dr. Weigen, the Dragonless One, should not be among the public.

"Brother, there is a strange book here."

Emond was wandering in the sea of ​​books, sticking his head out and shouting.

Rega put away a dozen rare books from the Dragon King's family and stood up and walked forward.

It was a thick leather book, so greasy that you couldn't tell its original material.

Written painting A dark city, written with strange handwriting.

Rhaegar recognized it and asked suspiciously, "Asshai's writing?"

He once killed a group of shadow binders while exploring the ruins of Beleris and obtained a book written in the Asshai language.

After being translated by many scholars, the book is a copied and transcribed collection of spells.

It records numerous evil magical rituals, often involving blood sacrifices and killings.

The key is to pay such a price and get very poor returns, accompanied by uncertainty.

Rhaegar was burned to ashes and returned to the Shadowbinders in hell.

Aemond came forward, eager to explore: "What does Yasha's book say?"

He suffered from lack of education because he could not read.

Rhaegar opened it and looked at it, his brows furrowed in vain.

boom--

The pages of the book closed, and flames ignited in his hands, which burned to ashes in an instant.

"Oh, why did it burn?" Aemond cried out in regret. Rhaegar's face was gloomy, and he scolded: "It's not a good book, you can't read it."

The opening page is an analysis of necromancy.

Damn the academy, they dare to research anything!
Looking at Aegon who was not working properly, Reja kicked him and ordered: "Find all the evil spells from Asshai and destroy them all."

He is a very double-standard person.

Targaryens can learn fire magic and blood witchcraft, but others are not allowed to touch such unorthodox magic.

No wonder magic is banned in Westeros. This kind of dregs that harms others and does not benefit oneself should be thrown into the dustbin of history.

"Don't kick me, I'm looking for it."

Aegon was like a donkey pulling a millstone, moving one step at a time when whipped, groaning as he searched for a book.

Rega snorted coldly and searched for all useful rare ancient books.

……

At dusk, the sun sets.

At the gate of the academy, right in front of the two green sphinx statues.

There is a small hill several meters high, filled with books. The pages of the books flutter in the evening breeze, making rustling sounds.

Many scholars gathered at the door, watching with either disbelief, indifference, or great pity.

Rhaegar stood in front of him and picked up a book with the title "On Alchemical Sacrifice" on it.

Aegon and Aemond looked at this group of so-called scholars with selfish motives with cold eyes.

Who would have thought that the academy not only studies healing and saving lives and astronomy and mathematics, but also studies theoretical knowledge on how to harm people.

Dr. Levin's face was embarrassed. He stood in front of a group of scholars and closed his eyes in pain.

"The purpose of the Citadel is to seek the truth and not to believe in the existence of magic."

Rhaegar walked forward, slapped the pages of the book on the fat old man's face, and said sarcastically: "You don't believe in it yourself, but you still collect these books?"

Dr. Levin endured it silently, as if his fig leaf had been lifted and exposed to the sun.

The dark side of the Citadel has been uncovered, it's so ugly!
Regayan threw the book back into the pile and said in a cold voice: "From now on, if there are any more books about the dead in the Citadel, they will no longer exist."

Dr. Levin lowered his head and said bitterly, "Yes, Prince."

Those books were not collected by him, but accumulated from generation to generation.

Rhaegar's eyes were as sharp as a knife, and he turned around and shouted: "Dragon Flame!"

The Glutton was crawling in front of the academy gate. Upon hearing the sound, he slowly climbed up his huge body and pointed his ferocious dragon mouth at the hill of books.

"Hiss-"

There was a roar like thunder, and pale green dragon flame gushed out.

boom--

Thousands of books were quickly burned up, and the scattered fragments burned with green flames, flying in the air and turning into ashes.

All the scholars were silent, watching the book burning ceremony.

Rhaegar rode on the dragon's back and found Mund in the crowd. He said, "I will visit the Towering Tower tomorrow. Lord Mund, please prepare well."

Mond said reluctantly, "I will never let you down, Prince."

I'm coming.

After dealing with the Faith of the Seven and the Citadel, the knife finally fell on the Hightower family.

Mond smiled insincerely on the surface, but he almost cried inside.

"Hiss-"

The Glutton roared, and its wings blew away the ashes in the sky, carrying the rider back to the Starry Temple.

Rhaegar lowered his head secretly, overlooking the anxious Mond, with a deep look in his eyes.

After scaring the fish for so long, it’s time for the fish to take the bait.

……

The sun sets over the western mountains and the sky becomes dark.

Citadel, Weeping Pier.

On the dim dock, a few clusters of fire moved, and the sound of waves crashing on the sea could be heard.

Mond held a torch and looked around as he led a man in a black robe here.

A small boat was tied to the dock, and several sailors wearing the High Tower emblem were loading supplies.

Mond sighed and said, "It was a bad move by Allison. He will settle accounts with you sooner or later. Get out while there is still time."

The man in black robes looked at the vast sea and said slowly: "If I leave, what will happen to Haitar?"

"Don't worry about it. I'm not involved. Rhaegar can't do anything to me."

Mond advised.

The man in black robe said, "I have no leverage over you, so I can stay and fight with you."

Mond shook his head repeatedly: "Who among the Faith of the Seven and the Citadel can get hold of the evidence? The Targaryen madman kills without blinking an eye."

There were ten cardinals, but only two were left after being killed, and one turned to the enemy.

Think about it again.

The Dorne rebellion lasted only a few months, and the Dragon's Wrath massacred more than a thousand nobles and knights, and affected tens of thousands of civilians.

Crueler than the Conqueror, crueler than Maegor the Cruel.

Hearing this, the man in black robe was silent for a long time and walked to the deck of the ship.

Mond heaved a sigh of relief: "Take the ship to Pentos. I have greeted the prince."

"it is good."

The black-robed man agreed, looked up at Mond, and took off his hood with both hands.

A middle-aged face with a thick beard was revealed, his hair was meticulously combed, and his eyes were deep and gloomy.

Mond was anxious and shouted, "Hide your identity. Your whereabouts cannot be exposed."

Otto smiled and said, "Brother, you are always more practical than me."

"nonsense!"

Mond taught him, "You have only known how to study hard since you were young. Your father has taught you many times that you should get more exposure to the family business, but you just wouldn't listen."

Otto listened carefully, a hint of inexplicable meaning flashed in his eyes, and asked back: "Then do you know why I devoted myself to learning?"

In order to get ahead, I studied day and night.

During the reign of the Centenarian King, he was one of the most learned men in the kingdom.

Otherwise, he would not have become the Prime Minister.

Mond waved his hand and said uninterestedly: "You should leave soon. We can talk about the past later."

Otto remained unmoved and said calmly, "I'm afraid I won't have a chance in the future."

"What a foolish thing to say."

"Haha, just kidding."

Otto smiled sincerely and said solemnly, "Brother, take care."

After saying that, he went into the cabin.

Mond was confused as he watched the ship sail out of the port, scratching his head and returning to the towering tower.

(End of this chapter)