Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day

The Land of Shadows, Asshai.

Dark clouds shrouded the city, low stone houses were everywhere, and the air was filled with a faint stench.

The streets were dirty and messy, with many homeless beggars kneeling on both sides.

The passers-by showed no mercy. They all covered their faces with paint-red masks and hid their figures in black robes.

Just like prejudice in the eyes of the world, it is desolate and evil.

A corner of the city, near the coastline.

Street shops are relatively prosperous, and several pubs and hotels have taken root.

Red Grape Hotel.

The store door was deserted, and a graceful figure in red robe walked in, with a hood covering his face under black hair.

Squeak!

The woman in red robe went straight upstairs and opened the door of a room on the second floor.

"What's going on outside?"

Wallis had a shiny bald head, his tattooed palms held the door, and his eyes looked out alertly.

After all, this is the land of shadows, and you can never be too careful.

"No one has ever seen this kind of injury, and they all refuse to come to the hospital for treatment."

The red-robed priestess took off her hood, her charming face showing helplessness.

"As expected." Wallis curled his lips, nodded and let him in.

A group of them were crowded in the musty-smelling room.

Darren tied up his silver hair with a hemp rope, put a bowl of soup and medicine on the table, and asked his brother to drink the medicine.

"No need to bother."

Rhaegar looked pale and leaned sideways on the bed, not showing any negative emotions.

Being able to reach Asshai proves the accuracy of the prophecy.

The Night King's mere tricks couldn't kill him.

The red-robed priestess stared at the king for a while and then spoke hesitantly: "Your Majesty, Asshai has an alchemist guild that gathers wizards from all over the world."

"Is it dangerous?" Rega expressed understanding.

The red-robed priestess nodded: "Studying mysticism all year round and staying in the shadows without seeing the light of day, many people have suffered spiritual persecution."

To put it bluntly, you are likely to encounter a madman.

Rhaegar's eyes moved slightly, thinking about how harmful it would be for Zonglong to burn Yaxia.

After being trapped in the hotel for three days, he hated this land from the bottom of his heart.

If the continent of Westeros is the winter that crowds out the Targaryens, and Ancient Valyria is the volcano that breeds dragons, then the Land of Shadows is like the maggots hiding in the gutter.

Every breath of air he took into his lungs felt like sticky glutinous rice cake sticking to his throat.

The red priestess and Wallis remained quiet, waiting for the king to make his decision.

Darren stood aside at a loss, knowing little about magic.

There was silence in the room, and the sky outside the window gradually darkened.

Boom!

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"Who is it?"

Varys took out his hands from his sleeves, glanced at the calm king, and slowly walked towards the door.

Rhaegar showed no expression and stood up holding on to the balcony.

Asia is full of dangers, and no one knocks on the door for no reason.

Being disturbed from thinking seemed to remind him to be more extreme.

There was no answer from the door. Varys took out a short dagger with one hand, cautiously approached and quickly opened the door.

A scantily clad woman wearing a gold mask stood in front of the door.

A flash of light flashed in Rega's eyes, and he recognized the person: "Kui Lizard!"

The golden witch in the Great Arena of Meereen.

"I'm glad you remember me, Your Majesty."

Kuiziu's eyes were deep and he bowed and bowed, his attitude much better than last time.

"You came here, don't tell me that you are helping me?" Based on the last meeting, Rega couldn't help but make a bold guess.

He waved his hand, indicating that Dai Lun did not need to support him.

Dragging half of his stiff body, he slowly walked towards the other party.

"I'm here to help the prophesied prince."

The golden mask of the Quilizard showed a smile, like a lady from a noble family, and turned to speak: "Winter and darkness are coming, we need a flame." Rhaegar stared at the other person, and then tied the sword around his waist.

Believe me, this woman didn't tell lies.

"Your Majesty!" The red-robed priestess raised her hand and stepped forward, not trusting the sudden appearance of the golden witch.

"It doesn't matter, she's from Westeros too."

Rhaegar twitched the corner of his mouth, but unfortunately it was hard to smile on his face, so he directly showed his cards: "Are you right, Ms. Alyssa Farman of Fairy Island?"

"What?" Darren immediately approached.

Alyssa Farman, a name remembered by the Targaryen family.

She was once the companion and best friend of the "Eastern Queen" Rhaena Targaryen, but she betrayed her for her dreams when she needed her most.

He stole three dragon eggs laid by Dream Fire and sold them in exchange for a ship large enough to travel around the world.

For this reason, great-grandfather Jaehaerys almost went to war with the Sea King of Bluffs.

With this grudge, Darren was not polite and stared at the golden witch.

According to the calculation of time, the betrayer should have died of old age long ago.

But the strange woman in front of her had skin as white and smooth as a girl's.

"Don't be impulsive, Daeron." Rhaegar stopped him, his eyes trying to penetrate the golden witch's mind.

He dared to say it with such certainty, and there was a reason for it.

The prophecy of the other party reminds me that if I show up now and want to help, there must be a reason to be helpful.

Familiarity with the Targaryen family can only be gained through accumulated contact over time.

Combined with the well-hidden Western accent, there are only a handful of candidates who fit the answer.

Qui Lizard lowered his head and remained silent for a moment, then said softly: "Smart Your Majesty, it seems that my cover-up has been revealed."

She admitted her identity.

Rega's thoughts were swirling, and he tried his best to restrain himself: "Did you really travel around the world and find a way to live forever?"

Who is immortal, it must be magic.

"You don't have to guess. I don't have an immortal life."

Quei Lizard slowly took off the golden mask on his face. His fair skin aged visibly. He soon turned into a hunched old woman with a hoarse voice: "Just a prisoner who is barely alive."

While speaking, his body quickly shrank, like a deflated ball.

Rhaegar couldn't help but be surprised.

Putting the golden mask back on, the quilibrium slowly recovered its appearance and saluted sideways: "Your Majesty, I know there is a treasure left by the Dragon King that can help you get out of trouble."

"Lead the way." Rhaegar said neatly.

His perception of the quilibrium gradually changed.

At least the grudge of the other party stealing the family dragon eggs was smoothed out a lot after finding Iragas and Baoyun one after another.

As soon as he walked out of the door, the quilibrium put his hands on his lower abdomen and said suddenly: "Queen Rhaena was my best friend. I didn't want that."

Rhaegar kept walking and didn't want to listen to the gossip of his elders.

The lizard raised his head, his eyes were gentle: "The dead dragon did not rot in the soil, but was reborn in the fire. I found the last dragon egg for you."

"Is it Aemon?"

A trace of blood appeared on Rhaegar's face, and he immediately thought of his second son who was killed in Shipwreck Bay.

That child fits this prophecy.

"The young dragon has hatched and has grown up."

The lizard walked past the king with his head down without saying anything.

But the meaning of his words was obvious.

...

Under the shadow.

The barren mountains surrounding the city of Asshai.

"Hiss--"

The roar like thunder dispersed the rolling dark clouds, and the black wings crossed the sky, stepping on the peak with a thousand pounds of force.

Boom--

Rocks fell and rolled on the top of the mountain, and red magma emerged from the cracks in the mountain, forming a smoking cave.

The glutton's green eyes were dim, his breath was slightly twitching, and he lowered his head to search for a special smell.

The driver's mind was connected, and he could sense that the driver was heading this way.

There was a stench of fire dragon worms in the dormant volcano under his claws.