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

Chapter 270 Descendants of Valyria

 When the sun sets.

 The dwarf elephant car passed through the long bridge and arrived in Dongcheng District, where the environment has improved visibly to the naked eye.

The elephant cart slave bowed his back humbly and said in a rough voice: "Sir, there is a black wall further ahead. I can't get through."

"knew."

Rega opened the curtain and walked out of the carriage, throwing two golden dragons to the opponent.

 “Thank you, my lord.”

The elephant cart slave bent even lower and hurriedly took the two gold coins.

The monetary systems of Westeros and Volantis are different.

 Westeros uses gold dragons, silver stags, bronze stars, and copper cents.

 Volantis uses a gold coin engraved with an image, but also accepts currencies from all over the world.

Malachor Meguirja had a rough face and a beard, and he said boldly: "Your uncle and I are good friends, and you are of the bloodline of the great Dragon King. You are welcome to my mansion at any time."

Rhaegar walked forward and saw flower beds, statues, and fountains everywhere under the bright moonlight.

Rhaegar sat on a velvet stool, looking down at the female slaves playing in the courtyard, his eyes indifferent.

 Dongcheng District, surrounded by black walls.

　　After almost eating, Malachor's eyes were burning and he said with pleading: "Dear prince, you might as well stay in my mansion for a while. I will entertain you with the highest courtesy."

 The next day.

 A figure in black robes stood and knocked on the closed dark door.

Malachor did not hide it either. He bluntly said that the Three Women's Kingdom was in a period of weakness, and the old aristocracy, which had been suppressed for a long time, had rekindled the idea of ​​aggression.

However, most of these fountains have dried up or become stagnant water.

 Everything is so natural and corrupt.

Furthermore, Malachor generously acknowledged the relationship between the correspondence with Daemon.

Not long after, a tall, strong man walked into the pavilion, followed by two female slaves who were accompanying him.

The building has four floors and is entirely made of stone. It is a real behemoth.

 More, there will be no more.

 The two governors of the Xiang Party were businessmen and moneylenders, and they were very averse to war.

In the mansion with its carved beams and painted buildings, there is a three-story attic pavilion.

 The two parties, the tiger and the elephant, are fighting overtly and covertly for power, and casualties have begun to occur.

 At the entrance of the Tiger Party's ruling official's residence.

 —Merchant’s house.

As long as the Tiger Party has the upper hand in power, it will definitely form a further alliance with Dimon.

Soon, he found a tall building surrounded by carriages.

After a few pleasantries, Rega went straight to the topic.

Dimon established friendship with Malachor and other tiger parties, and promised to curb the export trade of the Three Women.

Hearing his voice before seeing him, the strong man laughed loudly and opened his hands covered with rings.

 “Hahaha, welcoming the prince of the Targaryen family is really a blessing to this humble abode!”

　　The slave guarding the door hurriedly walked out and respectfully welcomed people into the mansion.

 He always keeps his identity in mind and maintains an elegant and noble demeanor.

 There is still a disgusting smell in the air.



The two talked for a long time, and Malachor ordered his attendants to prepare a sumptuous banquet.

The streets are neat and orderly, with rich men sitting on sedans carried by slaves, with charming female slaves in their arms.

 As an old noble of Volantis, Malachor believed in the idea of ​​noble blood.

Rhaegar did not refuse and drank with him at the same table, establishing an initial friendship.

 Asked about the Tiger Party’s views on the Three Women’s Kingdom and their close relationship with Dimon.

　　It was getting late, so Rhaegar was not in a hurry to find the consul. It would be best to find a place to stay first.

 …

Rhaegar grinned: "We found a place to stay."

Most Volantis are proud to call themselves Valyrian descendants.

As the only remaining dragon king family, the Targaryens’ noble bloodline is unquestionable.

But even if he didn’t say it, Rhaegar also knew.

Rhaegar turned around and said politely: "Lord Malachor, I hope you will forgive me for coming uninvited."

Rhaegar’s name resounds throughout the nine Free Trade Cities.

Thinking of his title of Ash Maker, Malachor naturally believed that Rhaegar, like Daemon, was a dragon king who advocated war.

If they can get the support of Targaryen, the Tiger Party will definitely defeat the Elephant Party.

Rhaegar saw through his little thoughts at a glance and declined: "No, I want to visit the other two consuls and enjoy the scenery of Volantis."

“Prince, the two guys from the elephant party are stubborn and stupid and will offend you.”

Malachor frowned slightly and said, "I have the most beautiful and plump female slave. As long as you stay, I can have fun with you."

 “My journey is not over yet, and I can only appreciate your kindness.”

Rhaegar refused and said goodbye.

 He has no interest in female slaves. He just wants to walk around Volantis and appreciate some of its customs.

 …

 After leaving the luxurious mansion, Rhaegar put on his hood and walked into the lively neighborhood.

At this moment, he understood Damon’s dissolute temperament.

This feeling of being alone is really interesting.

 He walked around in a circle, and the people passing by were all indifferent, and they could not find out where the Xiang Party Consul lived.

 Compared to the hospitable Tiger Party, the Elephant Party is more xenophobic.

 Subsequently, he was inspired by a beggar and thought of a place where news could circulate.

 —long bridge.

 There are countless restaurants, brothels and shops on both sides of the long bridge, which are the best channels for news.

“I didn’t have time to take a look last night, so I’ll make it up today.” Rhaegar smiled softly and hurried on.

The black wall blocks the rich and poor areas of Dongcheng District. Rhaegar easily got through this huge wall watered with black dragonstone.

Stepping into the Long Bridge, the surrounding environment changes.

 From the indifferent rich area, we fell to the noisy downtown.

Without the dwarf elephant cart for transportation, Rega shuttled between the shops on both sides of the bridge, and it was very noisy in his ears.

 He saw the manure collector with a fly tattoo on his face, and the blacksmith with a hammer tattoo...

 They are all slaves, who are well cared for by their slave owners and use their physical strength to create value.

 “Lord, give us light!”

Suddenly, a loud female voice sounded, reciting a prayer.

 Following this, more mixed voices of men and women were repeated.

 “Because the night is dark and dangerous everywhere.”

 The voices of women continue, spreading the faith.

　　When Rhaegar heard the word "Long Night", the first thought in his mind was a song of ice and fire.

 The second thought is the belief in the King of Light.

Curiosity aroused, Rhaegar walked through the crowd and walked to an open corner.

 A beautiful woman in red robe stood on a high platform stacked with haystacks and spoke sincerely.

 Surrounding her were a group of ragged slaves with collars around their necks.

 The slaves looked expectantly and listened carefully to the woman in red robe spreading her faith.

Rhaegar took a second look and was attracted by the dress of the woman in red robe.

 He has killed two women in red robes, both of whom were followers of the Lord of Light.

 He was blessed by the Lord of Light and initially had a good impression of this god.

 After seeing the two women in red robes, this good feeling disappeared without a trace.

He has reason to suspect that the King of Light is an evil **** and his followers are evil witches.

“The God of Light will hear your prayers, regardless of the status of the person praying…”

The woman in red robe was still shouting loudly, inciting the slaves to feel sorry for themselves, and repeated the prayer over and over again.

Rhaegar was bored and turned to leave.

The belief in the Lord of Light is widespread in Essos.

 Volantis has the largest temple of R'hllor in the world, which is very popular among the lower class commoners and slaves.

 The powerful people sneer at it and abandon it like worn shoes.

Rhaegar walked, the tiles of the brothel above his head blocked the sunlight, and the road became narrower.

 “Quick! Catch that slave girl, don’t let her escape!”

 “Damn it, I’m going to sell her to the lowest brothel…”

Suddenly, a burst of yelling and cursing came from far away.

Regala pulled up his hood and lowered his eyes to watch the excitement.

 On the crowded street, passers-by were pushed over, and a woman with disheveled hair ran out of the chaos.

  The woman's face cannot be seen clearly, her skin is very white, as white as pure milk pudding and has a sense of transparency.

 The most eye-catching thing is her dirty long hair.

　　is the silver-gold color that Rhaegar is familiar with.

 “The descendants of Valyria.” Rhaegar looked on like an ordinary passerby and murmured softly.

But he didn't do much.

Volantis was the first colony of the Freehold, and Valyrian blood had long been spread.

Just now, he saw a prostitute with silver-blond curly hair among a group of slaves.

 “Stop her, she’s a runaway slave!”

The chasing slave trader cursed loudly and hung tightly behind the woman.

The fair-skinned woman ran away with all her strength, and soon flashed across Rhaegar's eyes, bringing with her a not-so-pleasant breeze.

It was this wind that lifted Rhaegar's hood, revealing a head of conspicuous silver-gold shawl hair.

 The fair woman who was running away looked back and happened to see Rhaegar's appearance.

At one glance, the fair-skinned woman was stunned.

One of my feet didn’t pay attention and tripped over the muddy bridge.

The slave traders immediately caught up with him, punched and kicked him, pulled the collar around his neck, and dragged him like a dog to death.

Hearing the woman’s screams, Rhaegar was not in the mood to watch a show, so he turned around and left.

 “Sir, please help me, please!”

 Suddenly, a woman's scream sounded, the clear and pitiful voice.

Rhaegar didn’t notice and put on his hood silently.

 Women are still struggling.

 Bite the slave trader's hand and take the opportunity to break away from the siege.

Under Rhaegar's unhurried pace, he rushed to his feet in panic and prayed: "Sir, please help me."

Rhaegar looked down at the woman in surprise and asked, "Why should I help you?"

As he spoke, his right hand with the space bracelet on it retracted into the black robe, but he still tended to lend a helping hand.

The woman grabbed the hem of his trousers, combed her long hair in a panic, revealing a beautiful face, and spoke quickly: "My name is Danila, you are a descendant of Targaryen, please take this name seriously." Help."

 “Daniela?”

Rega's eyes were slightly focused, and his thoughts were stirred.

Daniela was his maternal grandmother's name.

 Her full name is Danela Targaryen, she is the eighth child and fourth daughter of her great-grandfather Jaehaerys I.

 “Where are you coming from, kid, get out of the way!”

At this time, several slave traders gathered around and scolded them with ferocious faces.

One of the men with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks pointed at Daniella and said in a cold voice: "She is a slave girl in a brothel and cost us one hundred gold coins."

 (End of this chapter)