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

Chapter 657: The Thirteen Giants of Quills
Essos continent, golden plains.

The blue sky and the green lake.

Thousands of people built temporary houses and reclaimed farmland around the aquatic Dagger Lake.

The lake is calm, with only slight ripples occasionally appearing.

The outline of a building with a wide foundation and a vast area is rising slowly.

More people moved wood and stones, speeding up the construction process.

Everything went on smoothly and there was no complaint.

The grass rustled.

A huge dragon as black as coal was lying on the other side of Dagger Lake, its pale green vertical pupils half open and half closed, and the invisible sense of oppression was captivating.

Whenever someone looks at you secretly.

A stream of scorching hot air spurted out from his thick nostrils, turning the dozens of meters of grass in front of him into a scorched earth.

The people worked harder.

"Old man, let's go out for a walk."

Rhaegar walked out of the fields with a solemn look on his face.

The number of conscripted people was still not enough.

Even though Bravs and Pentos declared a truce, the aftermath still tarnished the family of the Dragon King.

The people in the Golden Fields would rather die under the hooves of the Dothraki than submit to the Dragon King's family and rebuild a new home.

"I'll go too."

Darren followed in small steps, his hands blistered from chopping wood.

There are not enough people, and the prince also has to work.

"You stay, or they will all run away."

Rhaegar climbed onto the dragon's back swiftly and said sternly, "I will go to Slaver's Bay to discuss matters. You try to gather more displaced people."

The Dothraki plundered half of the western continent of Essos, with the Golden Fields suffering the most.

Daemon once rescued the looted people and enjoyed great reputation in this land.

After explaining the problem, Rhaegar gently patted the dragon's back.

"Hiss-"

The Glutton climbed up from the grass, its hind legs stomping on the ground with a rumbling sound, and it flapped its wings and soared into the air.

After two months of transition, the nutrients in the pale dragon head were gradually digested.

The pitch-black scales became increasingly metallic, and the tiny holes on the huge dragon wings closed and disappeared.

Even its size increased, breaking through the 200-meter mark.

boom--

From the perspective of the common people, the pitch-black dragon flapped its wings and rose up, like a mountain of coal migrating into the distance.

Gradually, it disappeared into the clouds.

……

Slave Bay.

Meereen, the Great Pyramid.

"Your Majesty, Astapor has trained two thousand Unsullied this year, all of whom are armored warriors."

Recharino was dressed in a red and green bloated woman's outfit, with a rough beard and a woman's charm. He said angrily: "But those wise lords did not offer the Unsullied to you, but raised the selling price."

Elena sat high on the throne, holding her forehead helplessly: "Your fleet will go to Astapor and trade for a shipload of gold."

The Unsullied are the best thing that the remains of the old Ghis Empire have ever created.

The main defense of Meereen relies on the 1,500 Unsullied purchased in previous years.

In order to revive Astapor, most of the looted slaves were put into training as Unsullied, and this year they finally trained a new batch.

"Don't worry, Your Majesty."

Rachelino slapped his chest with his long hairy hands and promised: "If the virtuous master doesn't sell it, I will shove their heads into their asses and crush them."

After saying that, he walked out of the hall with his waist twisted and hips raised.

Two bald wizards in red robes passed each other, their pale faces covered with strange tattoos, and they exuded an ominous aura.

"His Majesty."

A bald wizard bowed.

Elena became alert and asked, "Have you found the red dragon?"

The rule of Slaver Bay became increasingly unstable, with opposition voices emerging from various city-states.

Either they are under the banner of opposing bitches, or they are hostile to the silver-haired and purple-eyed Dragon King.

The mercenaries and pirates under his command were not enough to suppress the rebellion.

She needed more troops and a living dragon.

"There's some news."

"Say it."

"In the distant Great Grass Sea, some sheep people discovered traces of a giant dragon."

The bald wizard explained the situation bit by bit, and said soothingly, "We have sent people to search in that direction."

A pile of fresh dragon dung and the charred skeletons of several lost sheep.

No one saw where the dragon was, but that didn't stop the anxious financiers from being calmed down.

Elena's face gradually turned cold, and she didn't want to talk about useless topics: "Marry a few more concubines for my brother, that's it."

He waved his hands irritably, not wanting to face the uncomfortable evil wizard.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The bald wizard had no choice but to obey. As he retreated, he said, "Quarles' merchant ship has arrived, and a witch has come with it."

Elena frowned and was about to ask for clarification.

People have gone away.

boom--

The howling wind outside the window blew over the decorations in the hall.

"dragon!!"

The soldiers defending the city roared at the top of their lungs, accompanied by a flurry of noise.

Elena clenched her fingers around the armrests of the throne and looked outside the Great Pyramid.

"Hiss-"

A huge, coal-black monster circled in circles, its huge dragon wings stirring up gusts of wind, and its shadow covered the entire city of Meereen.

……

noon.

Meereen, the Great Arena.

Thousands of spectators sat in a circle, watching the multiplayer duel in the arena below. Unlike the usual anxiety and wildness, there was silence inside and outside the arena.

Even the dozens of slave warriors dueling below had weak hands swinging their swords.

Horrible chewing sound.

The Glutton stood tall, its bulk taller than the oval walls of the Colosseum, its ferocious dragon mouth swallowing several cattle and sheep alive.

The livestock were like snacks in their mouths, chewing them up with a grunt and splattering blood.

The green vertical pupils looked down upon all living beings, revealing a murderous look of choosing anyone to devour.

"It is an honor to meet you, your majesty of the Iron Throne."

On the high platform of the Grand Arena, more than a dozen figures sat in a row.

One of them was a bald, round-faced, short and fat man with a smile on his face. He kept saying, "Seeing is believing. You are just like our great ancestor Aegon the Conqueror. You are so heroic."

"Yes."

Twelve men and women nodded in unison, their colorful clothes and jewelry very eye-catching.

When people see it at first sight, their features will pop up in their minds.

Wealth, luxury, and the smell of perfume...

Rhaegar raised his eyelids, blocked his breath with his fingers, and said seriously: "Mr. Baggins, let's get straight to the point."

The other side is the thirteen giants of Quarles.

The Golden Wilderness lacks people and supplies, and most importantly, money.

Quel's is located far away in the eastern continent of Essos. It is an independent bay city that is not inferior to the nine free trade city-states.

Rhaegar planned to borrow some money from them.

Baggins was stunned when he heard this, a look of surprise appeared on his fat face, and then he smiled and said, "No problem, Your Majesty."

Businessmen know how to adapt to changing circumstances and greet everyone with a smile.

The thirteen tycoons have different hair colors and skin colors, and they can get together only because of their business skills.

"Your Majesty of Meereen, I would be honored to have you as the go-between."

Baggins took out an exquisite wooden box and handed it to Elena who was sitting opposite him.

Elena has silver hair and purple eyes. She wears a slit blue skirt, and looks noble and cool.

Open the box and lay flat a chain with a string of dragon head ornaments carved on it.

"Valyrian steel?"

Elena's eyes lit up and she picked up the silver-gray chain in surprise.

A dragon head pendant was fastened on the side of the blue skirt, and passed through the arm and draped over the barren chest, revealing the exquisiteness of the overall structure.

Paired with the unique silver-gold hair and milky white skin of the Valyrians, it has a unique flavor.

"very beautiful."

Rhaegar took a glance and became secretly concerned.

The merchants of Quarles were indeed wealthy, and they gave away valuable treasures without hesitation.

"Thank you."

Elena looked at it and smiled happily.

The Valyrian material embodies preciousness, the dragon head pendant represents the identity of the Dragon King's family, and the gift is indeed thoughtful.

"Your Majesty, we have prepared gifts for you as well."

Baggins smiled at Rhaegar and said with pity, "The port has prepared a cargo ship full of spices for you. There were originally three ships, but they encountered a storm halfway."

Rhaegar nodded slightly.

Not surprising, five of the six trading city-states under his rule are rich in spices.

Not as attractive as Valyrian steel.

Baggins was slightly surprised. He didn't expect the other party to have such high standards and not even look down on a whole ship of spices.

After a moment's hesitation, he smiled again, "In your letter, you expressed your willingness to borrow money from the Quayles Bank. How much do you want to borrow?"

He rubbed his hands as he spoke, like a petty materialist.

"Three million gold dragon coins."

Rega leaned back in his chair and said frankly, "If there's more, five million gold dragon coins would be even better."

“That’s not a small share.”

Baggins' smile faded.

Rhaegar chuckled, "Didn't Qarth have it?"

"The Thirteen Giants have endless wealth."

Baggins spoke with a serious tone, "As far as I know, you still owe the Iron Bank nearly a million dollars, and the profits of the Seven Kingdoms and several city-states for many years have been invested in the war."

The words are only half said, the rest depends on your understanding.

All the money was used for war, how can we pay it back if we borrowed so much?
"You think I can't afford it?"

Rhaegar's eyes narrowed, and he asked, "Or is it that Quarles can't afford to borrow it?"

"Hiss-"

Suddenly, a low dragon roar came from behind, as deafening as thunder.

The Thirteenth Master's expression changed instantly, and cold sweat oozed out from under his thin and gorgeous clothes.

"Your Majesty, you misunderstood what I meant."

Baggins immediately changed his tone and said with a wry smile: "To be honest, we also owe a loan to the Iron Bank, and our ability to repay is limited."

"You don't have money?"

Rhaegar got the point.

"No no no."

Baggins waved his hand quickly and said sincerely: "We have enough money to lend you to develop the Golden Wilderness, but the money we borrowed with great difficulty is not easy to return."

He is just thick-skinned and talks openly about refusing to pay his debts.

Rega's eyes were dark and unclear, and he began to wonder whether he should just do something big.

It’s not reliable to do business with these people!
"Your Majesty, please do not underestimate the Thirteen Giants."

Baggins looked up and said confidently, "The Iron Bank has monopolized the world's wealth for hundreds of years. Now six of the nine free trade cities are in your hands. Why don't we take over the Iron Bank?"

Rhaegar supported his chin with one hand and turned his head to glance at Elena.

Elena was caressing the chain happily and quickly added: "Quarles set up his own bank, and Slaver's Bay also borrowed loans from it."

Hearing this, Rega immediately understood.

The Thirteen Giants have lofty ambitions and want to join forces with all parties to drive the Iron Bank out of business.

Meeting yourself is not for borrowing money or admiring your appearance.

He simply wanted to pull the Iron Throne onto the chariot and use the power of the dragon to support himself.

(End of this chapter)