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

Chapter 643: The Destitute Prince Herding Sheep

Rega was stunned for a moment, and two things appeared out of thin air in his hands.

A water-blue eyeball with an amber vertical pupil in the middle, and the whole eye is about the size of an adult's fist.

Reagar first checked the Naga's eyeballs. They were cold and slippery to the touch, leaving a thin layer of frost on the palm of his hand.

The second piece is a black irregular stone with a smooth surface that is slightly undulating, as if it has life breathing in it.

"Ye Lin... Ye Ling..."

Rhaegar muttered, lifting the stone above his head to study it.

Both are epic relics, each with its own unique features.

Call up the system panel and check the prompt words for the departure relics.

1. "The tears of the last sea dragon, Naga. The Drowned God deprived it of blood, and it yearned for fullness."

2. "Bloodthirsty creatures hatch insect eggs."

The two prompts correspond to two relics.

A light bulb suddenly lit up in Rega's mind, and he seemed to be thinking deeply about something.

He stood up and slowly put Helena and Baeron down, picked up the "Nightfall" on the ground and walked towards the beach.

"Roar……"

Menghuo quietly opened his vertical pupils and watched the silver-haired figure walking away step by step.

Ulagas was lying on the other side, swinging his thick dragon tail lazily, snoring in his sleep like an old man.

Edge of the beach.

Rhaegar walked over in the moonlight and casually threw the aqua-blue [Naga's Tears] into the sea.

Pfft!
The rippling sea surface created waves, and then suddenly a whirlpool formed, as if a water pump was drawing water forcefully from the bottom.

"Haha, it's true."

Rhaegar smiled faintly, confirming his understanding of the sea dragon blood.

The sea dragon Naga is dead, so there is no blood vessel left to store blood.

The reasonable way to open it is to absorb sea water to awaken your spirituality.

Next, Rhaegar grasped the black stone in one hand and raised his longsword Nightfall with the other.

After thinking carefully for a while, Rega gritted his teeth and said, "Give it a try."

He raised the sword and wiped it across his wrist, and bright red blood flowed and dripped onto the black stone.

Bang bang bang!
The stone was stained with blood and immediately began to tremble violently like a living thing, with a faint red glow appearing on its dark surface.

The system prompt sounds.

"Congratulations, the Night Spirit has been activated, and you have obtained..."

[Blood Witchcraft: Batworm]

Level: Excellent (Blue)

Function: Hatch little blood-sucking creatures that sense the connection between them through the same blood.

Comments: "Long-lost blood witchcraft, suitable for distinguishing bloodlines in large families."

The stone jumped with a "bang", and the black stone skin on the surface fell off layer by layer, revealing a black oval insect egg.

The insect egg is only about one finger long, and curled up inside the transparent film is a small creature that looks like an insect but is not an insect, and like a bat but is not a bat.

Under Rega's gaze, the little thing quickly broke out of the shell.

Thumping!
Like a fluttering moth, the little thing turned over and spread its delicate little wings.

"What's the use of this little thing?"

Rhaegar tilted his head and poked it curiously.

Take a gulp.

The bat bug's rice-sized mouth suddenly opened to the size of a bowl, and its two sharp teeth bit through the skin on the tip of my finger.

"Hiss!" Rega gasped in pain.

It hurts, and it feels like the blood is being sucked away.

At the same time, a weak connection suddenly appeared with the small thing in his hand.

"Jiji~~"

The bat bug drank a few drops of blood and happily circled around its owner.

It is covered with black fluff, its wings have light red membranes, and is only the size of an ordinary butterfly.

Rhaegar blinked and took in some relevant inheritance in his mind.

Batworms have no combat power and are a type of auxiliary magical creature.

That is the mysterious creation of blood witchcraft.

Its only function is to establish a blood connection with the host and to reproduce more male bat worms by laying eggs and hatching them.

Male bat bugs are unable to reproduce, retain the abilities of the blood necklace, and are in sensory communication with the dominant female bat bug.

"That is to say, if the little thing lays eggs quickly, we can give one to each of the children."

Rhaegar's eyes sparkled.

With the help of the bat worm, he can sense the approximate location and status of the child carrying the male bat worm at any time.

"If Aemon..."

Rhaegar held the batworm in his hands, his expression somewhat gloomy.

hum-

There was no time to feel sad. The whirlpool in the sea gradually subsided, and a soft and bouncy water-blue halo emerged from the water.

Rega looked over immediately and collected the bat bug with his hand.

"Jiji~~"

The bat bug cried out before being squeezed into a ball of black mist, which floated lightly into the palm of his hand.

That's the good thing about magical creations.

It is not a real life, but it has a hint of shallow wisdom.

Like the Ouroboros and the Dream-Eating Toad.

Lei Ga waved his hand, and a water-blue halo slowly fell into his hand.

"Congratulations, Naga's Tears have been activated, and you have obtained..."

【Blessing of the Sea Dragon】

Level: Epic (Purple)
Effect: Gives you a layer of sea dragon skin, seawater and frost resistance +50%
Review: "When winter sets in, this fake leather can save your life."

Rega opened his mouth slightly, and a layer of transparent halo flashed across his skin.

"An extra layer of dragon skin?"

Looking at the font on the system panel, Rega fumbled around in panic.

The skin is firm and porcelain white, without any sticky liquid or snake-like skin sacs covering it.

"Nothing has changed. It's still the same skin."

Rega was in a trance for a moment and called up his personal panel.

【Rhaegar Targaryen】

Talent: Dreamer (gold)
Bloodline: Dragonborn (+63%)

Runes: Bronze (green), Ouroboros (blue), Dream Eater (purple)

Blood Witchcraft: Batworm (blue), Dragon Dance (purple)...

Relics: Blood and Fire, Dream Vision, Sea Dragon's Blessing...

Special items: Space necklace, Dragon horn (unrecognized owner)
Review: "The prince of ice and fire, favored by the fire dragon and the sea dragon."

"It's really a status relic."

Rhaegar whispered softly, picked up Ye Lin and slashed at his arm with the sword.

hum-

Green dragon scales emerged, forming the first layer of protection to block damage.

Then a layer of grayish-white keratin appeared on the arm, and the fine, scale-like patterns were wet.

Rhaegar was silent for a moment, then asked unconfidently, "Am I still considered a human being?"

Dragonborn status, bronze runes, sea dragon skin...

With layers of relics stacked up, his physical fitness and appearance have long been very different from those of ordinary people.

"Maybe so."

Rhaegar's forehead was covered with black lines, and he sighed softly: "Among the dragon kings of ancient Valyria, there must be ordinary dragonborn like me."

It is reasonable for such a powerful Freedom Fortress Empire to have a bit of inhumanity.

Rhaegar comforted himself silently.

……

The next day.

The weather was gloomy, and clusters of stalactite-like clouds gathered in the sky.

"Hiss-"

A giant dragon as black as coal was soaring in the wind, holding a ten-meter-long pterosaur corpse in its ferocious dragon mouth, chewing it bloodily and cruelly.

More winged dragons emerged in groups, their white and green stripes forming a strange sight, circling over the Iron Islands.

Whenever a winged dragon tried to escape, a giant dragon would descend from the sky and ruthlessly drive it back.

On the high hill of Naga.

Helena raised her slender swan neck high and looked at dozens of long-winged dragons diving into various places in the Iron Islands.

Some went into caves, some slipped into the ruins of buildings...

"Father, is this really okay for us?"

Belron held a black insect egg in both hands, looking a little worried.

"Ironborn lives, okay?"

Rhaegar's face was as pale as paper, and there was an insect egg in his palm. He handed it to Helena as he spoke.

Batworms lay eggs quickly, with plenty of blood and magic.

Two insect eggs were laid overnight, and the patient lost too much blood.

"But the Lannisters are all afraid of you."

Baelon looked at the deserted Iron Islands, now reduced to a pasture for the royal family to raise pterosaurs.

From a desolate land to a barren land.

"Fear is better than contempt. The king doesn't need to be so kind."

Rhaegar's eyes flickered slightly, and he took his eldest son's head gently.

If he had been more forceful at the beginning, the whores of the Baratheon family would not have dared to neglect Aemon.

It’s not too late now.

As the family grew stronger, the centralized rule of the kingdom was truly implemented.

Otherwise, the family will eventually decline.

Upon hearing this, Baeron fell silent and leaned into his father's arms for warmth.

He missed Aemon a little.

Although they are naughty and annoying, they are twin brothers from the same mother.

Tick-tock
A tear dripped onto his boot, and Rhaegar glanced down.

It was the eldest son who shed tears, and his tears could not be stopped like a flood.

"Cry." Rhaegar hugged Baelon's shoulders tightly and said softly: "After today, you will be an adult."

"Woooo..."

Baeron shrugged his shoulders, trying hard not to cry.

He didn't cry when the news came that Eamon was in trouble.

He did not cry when Storm's End burned and the Iron Islands were slaughtered.

But suddenly it calmed down.

Sadness emerges silently and strikes hard at the fragile heart.

"Wow, I don't have a brother anymore."

Baeron hugged his father's waist tightly, crying out of breath: "Father, Imon..."

When it comes to the crucial point, it feels like there is something stuck in my throat and I can't open my mouth.

"Okay, no big deal."

Rhaegar pretended to be calm, his eyes gradually becoming serious: "Many people have to pay the price. The ironborn call it iron money."

Baeron shook his head vigorously, still unable to accept his brother's sudden departure.

"Let's go."

Helena was not sentimental. She held the father and son's hands with a depressed look and spoke softly: "We will build a prince's palace on Pyke Island in the future and keep the Iron Islands under firm control."

Rhaegar glanced at her and knew she wanted to say something comforting.

Prince palaces in Stormlands and Dorne are imperative.

It is not easy to interfere in the western border, and there is also the river bend that is a constraint, so it does not make much sense to build a prince's palace or not.

The Iron Islands are a good place. We can build a small palace across the sea from Lannister Harbor and better raise pterosaurs.

……

At this time, Pentos.

"Oh lol~~"

On the Valyrian road, a group of Dothraki cavalry galloped with strange cries.

There were many people coming forward, all of them were strong warriors.

Behind the cavalry, ropes tied a large group of ragged slaves and money loaded on carts.

The tribal khal was invited by Prince Reggio to serve as a guerrilla force to disrupt the Golden Wilderness.

But the wind has changed.

The king on the Iron Throne had lost his son, and both the Eastern and Western continents knew that the Dragon King was going to take revenge.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Bravs and Pentos decisively declared a ceasefire.

And sent an envoy to King's Landing to comfort the regretful death of a dragon prince.

The war stopped and the Dothraki tribe was left without an employer.

Fortunately, Prince Reggio of Pentos was good at winning people's hearts and gave a large number of slaves and money to the tribal khal, thus avoiding backlash.

"Hurry up, loot the next village, then we'll go back to the Great Grass Sea!"

A young bloodrider brandished a scimitar and rushed into the nearby village first.

Wars can be stopped and gifts can be accepted.

But this is what the Dothraki warriors deserve.

Only what is snatched is the extra gain of this trip.

The simple bandit mentality is unreasonable.

An ordinary fishing village.

"Run!"

"Spare my life..."

The Dothraki cavalry rushed in, killing all the men and the elderly and burning all the houses and straw.

Women were raped and children were taken away as slaves.

"Kao, there is another silver-haired boy here!"

A young bloodrider walked out of a thatched hut, holding up his trousers in one hand and carrying a silver-haired boy in the other.

"Put him in a cage."

Auben Kao had a rugged face, and when he turned his head, his thick beard and long braids swayed, and bells jingled.

"Yes, the blood of my blood."

The Blood Guard laughed grimly, dragged the silver-haired boy and tried to put him into the iron cage containing pigs and dogs.

The captured children were treated like pigs and dogs.

boom!
The iron cage was closed and a bunch of children were crowded inside.

"Haha, wait and sell it for a good price in Slaver's Bay."

The blood guards were used to hitting the cage with their knives.

Os. Kao rode past the cage and saw the silver-haired boy who was not crying or making a fuss among a group of frightened and crying children.

The silver-haired boy had a dead look in his eyes, staring with his purple eyes as he watched silently.

It seemed like everything had nothing to do with him.

"Valyrian?"

Os. Kao was slightly surprised and pointed with his whip: "Pull him out and leave him to herd sheep."

The blood guard did as he was told and dragged it out again.

Os. Kao watched the whole process and carefully examined the appearance of the silver-haired boy.

The appearance can be changed, but the nobility in the bones cannot be concealed.

"Your necklace is very special."

Os. Kao noticed the dragon head pendant under the coarse linen clothes and touched it with his whip.

The silver-haired boy didn't dodge or evade, but stared deeply with his empty purple eyes.

"Ho ho..."

He opened his mouth to speak, but his voice was hoarse like fingernails scratching glass.

After a while, Os. Kao put away his whip, rode away with a serious expression.

Fear cannot drive a person who is not afraid of death.

Stay.

By being a stable boy or a shepherd boy, you might even make a fortune.

(End of this chapter)