Chapter 338 There is a baby dragon!
Larisse's face suddenly turned pale, and the scepter in his hand fell to the floor.
He expected that the trace would be discovered one day, but he never thought it would happen so soon.
Regati held his sword against his throat, his eyes were covered with a cold light, and he said in a deep voice: "You are a smart man, tell the people who are using you."
"Prince, I can serve you." Laris leaned back and tried to struggle.
The tip of the sword reached forward and pierced his flesh, causing traces of blood to seep out.
Rhaegar's patience was limited and he sarcastically said: "You know, I don't like people with gloomy minds."
Laris breathed heavily and said sadly: "It's Otto and Mond Hightower."
Now that the matter has come to an end, let me explain the matter honestly.
Otto took a fancy to his insidious methods, and planned to fake his death to rescue him halfway, and adopted it for his own use.
His brother, Mond Hightower, was the one who carried it out. After rescuing Laris, he did not hand it over to Otto, but instead kept it in his hands.
He plans to use the help of Laris to get rid of the two successor candidates of the Tully family, unite with the Church of the Seven Gods to support Edmure in power, and form an alliance between Hightower and the Tully family.
Mond and Larris had a conversation.
After the matter was settled, a ship was sent to take Laris to Braavos, and he was given a sum of money that would be sufficient for the rest of his life.
"Are you willing to hide in Braavos for the rest of your life?" Rhaegar was dubious.
Laris lowered his head and said dumbly: "My identity has rotted and stinked in Westeros. There is still a place for me in Braavos."
Rhaegar listened dimly and asked the second key question: "Which dragon is the one who saved you?"
If Otto and Mond planned the rescue, several of Allison's children would be suspects.
"One?"
Laris raised his eyelids and smiled to himself: "It's two! Princess Helena's Dream Fire, Prince Aemond's Sheep Thief."
An exiled cripple is actually worthy of two dragons.
Rhaegar said nothing and stared at him coldly.
He would rather believe it was Daemon or Aegon.
Telling the truth, Laris was much calmer, bent down and picked up the scepter with great effort, and said with emotion: "The Dream Fire burned everyone to death, and the sheep thief brought me to Mondstadt Hightower."
After a pause, he smiled and said: "We will meet at the Crossroads Inn. You can find out with your means."
A flash of suspicion flashed in Rega's eyes, feeling that the other party was digging a hole in his words.
"The explanation is clear, what are your last words?" Rega lost his patience.
The other party's remarks are both true and false, and it is enough to know who is involved.
"No last words."
Laris held his crutches with both hands, stared at Rhaegar with deep eyes, and said the last thing: "You should really pay attention to the movements in Braavos. The death of the last Sea King was strange."
Poof——
The tip of the sword pierced the throat, and the jet-black blade dotted with stars penetrated the neck.
Larisse's body stiffened, his eyes gradually blurred, and blood spurted from his carotid artery, penetrating into the dark green clothes that covered his body.
Plop——
The real fire was drawn out, and the body fell to the ground with a bang.
Death, Laris clenched the scepter tightly in his hand.
Rega looked down condescendingly, the tip of the real fire sword was on the ground, and he held the hilt of the dragon bone sword up and down with both hands.
At the end of the sword's hilt, the octagonal red heart of flames glowed red, and blazing flames emerged from the sword's body.
boom--
The flames penetrated the ground and quickly spread to the corpse, crackling and igniting.
After a while, there was only ashes left in the room.
…
Hundred Furnaces Hall.
Rhaegar walked through the rain, took off his wet black robe, and wore a black costume to attend.
Harrenhal is his fiefdom, and he has to show up for any banquet.
Rhaegar descended the stairs step by step, and Sir Stephen of the Kingsguard announced his arrival.
"Welcome Prince Rhaegar of House Targaryen, Breaker of Shackles, Maker of Ashes, and Heir to the Iron Throne."
Accompanied by a faint drumbeat, the nobles who came closer saluted the belated crown prince.
There is no way, the Hundred Furnace Hall is too grand.
The distance between the floor and the ceiling alone is dozens of feet high, and there are thirteen large chandeliers hanging dozens of tallow candles.
Visiting the Hundred-Hearth Hall, there were more than thirty fireplaces burning incense wood. Even though thousands of people gathered in the hall, it still seemed empty.
Viserys was sitting in the middle of the hall, with a large table in front of him filled with delicacies. He happily greeted: "Rhaegar, have a drink with your father."
Beside him, Allison waited patiently, and several ministers drank with him.
After passing through the grand decoration scene, Rhaegar casually took a glass of sweet fruit wine served by the waiter.
When they got closer, Rhaegar passed Grand Maester Orwell and asked, "How is father's health lately?"
"Your Majesty is in good health, and there are no signs of inflammation in the wound." Ovel had a dull personality and told the truth.
Rhaegar nodded, understanding the implication.
My father's wound still couldn't be cured, but it prevented it from getting worse.
It may have something to do with taming Wormisol, or the medicine Orvel exchanged plays a part in it.
After patting Orvel on the shoulder, Rega sat down gracefully.
While holding a glass and drinking, pay attention to the movements around you.
Rhaenyra was not in the hall. The maid said she was not feeling well and went back to sleep.
Allison looks like a good wife and mother, working hard to take care of her husband who is in poor health.
Leonor and Otto were sitting at another table, both looking absent-minded.
One is worried that the eldest son will offend the crown prince, and the other is worried that his elder brother will make his own decisions.
Mond Hightower sat next to Aegon, laughing with his arms around his grandnephew, and drank sips of wine.
Rhaegar glanced briefly, and finally looked at Helena and Aemond.
Helena made new friends.
Margaery, the Rose of Highgarden, and Ma Lishan, the second of the Four Storms.
Three girls of similar age gathered together, chatting and laughing over tea.
As for Eamond...
"Rhaega, I'll sit with you."
Aemond abandoned his fiancée Cassandra and forced his way to sit next to his eldest brother.
Rhaegar put her arm around his shoulders and whispered, "You don't like Cassandra?"
"She is a stupid woman, and she also likes to think she is right." Emond curled his lips, making no secret of his disgust.
Rhaegar gave advice: "You are already engaged, but Cassandra has not yet inherited Storm's End Castle. You should be more tolerant to them."
"I know." Emond waved his hand, not wanting to talk more about this.
"It better be so."
Rhaegar pursed his lips and smiled, looking at it without leaving any trace for a while.
He was thinking about what Larisse said.
Helena and Aemond are involved, and this is a rift that divides the family.
the other side.
Jason straightened his blond hair and strode over with the two bastards of the Baratheon family.
Viserys took a sip of his wine and looked at the illogical trio in surprise.
"Your Majesty." Jason nodded and greeted respectfully.
Viserys put down his glass of wine, glanced at the faces of the two bastards, and said hesitantly: "Lord Jason, are these two people behind you?"
He recognized the illegitimate son elected by the storm.
But it shouldn't appear in front of him.
Jason waved and showed off: "Your Majesty, the death of Lord Boros is heartbreaking. Storm's End Castle has lost its male heir."
"The two people next to me have part of the Baratheon blood flowing in their veins. They hope to win your favor by winning the tourney."
The two illegitimate children took a step forward and knelt down respectfully.
Viserys' face darkened and he said displeasedly: "Although Lord Boros has passed away, he still has blood in the world, and there is no need for an illegitimate son to be a hero."
He specifically pointed at the two illegitimate children and mocked: "Besides, they are not heroes either."
"Your Majesty, they are somewhat skilled in martial arts. They may be able to select the Kingsguard."
Jason was obviously prepared, and his words were very round and full.
Viserys frowned: "Then let them compete fairly and win the approval of the Royal Council."
His preference for the Kingsguard is Kriston Cole.
Loyal, brave, and unyielding.
Jason continued to pester and laughed: "Of course, any honor must be earned."
The two illegitimate children had no place to stay and retreated in despair.
However, more nobles from the Stormlands, Reach, and Valley came forward and mentioned the qualifications of female heirs.
Rhaegar turned his head and looked at the banquet scene.
Dressed in a long, slim-fitting dress, Janey joined Helena's small group at some point and had a pleasant chat with Margaery and Maryshan.
These noble forces are not only questioning Cassandra's inheritance.
It is also the legitimacy of women’s inheritance rights.
If Kassandra is denied the inheritance of Storm's End, some people will use this to deny Jeyne's governance of the Vale.
The Tyrell Duke of Highgarden lost his heir, and Margaery was in a similar situation to Cassandra.
Therefore, some nobles from the Reach gathered with the nobles from the Stormlands to oppose the female heir.
The nobles of Westeros are very old-fashioned and exclude women from sitting on their heads and holding power.
"Oh, two illegitimate children dare to dream of becoming a duke." Aemond dismissed it.
Rega stood up and said rationally: "They are testing father's bottom line."
Viserys dealt with it very well. No matter what the nobles said, they just ignored it.
That's good. Not taking a stand is just an attitude.
Rhaegar left silently and went up the stairs.
He also promised Old Tully something, and he had to send someone to keep an eye on it.
…
On the top floor of the tower, the lord's bedroom.
Crunch——
The door opened from the outside, and Rhaegar stepped into the room.
The rain was pouring heavily outside the window, and the monotonous noise actually helped to promote sleep.
With the faint firelight of the fireplace, a graceful body on the bed was outlined by the thin quilt.
Rhaenyra was lying sideways on the bed, her long silver-gold hair disheveled, and her cheeks were snoring lightly.
Rhaegar approached gently and lifted a strand of hair from her cheek.
"Rega, stop making trouble, you feel so cold~"
Rhaenyra whispered softly, shrinking her white neck, showing no sign of waking up.
Rhaegar looked amused for a while.
You can eat and sleep, no wonder the bachelor can't find anything wrong with it.
Getting up and getting a blanket, Rhaegar lay down by the fireplace and slowly closed his eyes.
It's true that I feel a little chilly, so let's sleep on our own.
"..."
A dream happened unexpectedly.
Familiar room, familiar bed, familiar fireplace...
Rhaegar opened his eyes blankly, still covered with his bedtime blanket.
The patter...
When I looked up, it was raining heavily outside the window, and the glazed windows were crackling.
Get up and walk to the bed.
Rhaenyra still slept on her side, sleeping peacefully.
However, Rhaegar could tell the difference between dreams and reality at a glance.
In Rhaenyra's arms, there were two more sleeping babies.
Rega's eyes widened for a moment, thinking of some possibility.
The little baby was very petite, with a pure and lovely face, curled up in Rhaenyra's arms, facing each other.
He couldn't distinguish the facial features, but the hair stubble of both babies was silver-gold.
Rhaegar's heart was beating fast, and he poked the baby's face with trembling fingers, which was soft, smooth and tender.
"Bah~"
The little baby's pink mouth squirmed, it raised one of its little fleshy legs, turned over with a clumsy cry, and got into Rhaenyra's arms.
The moment he raised his leg, Lei Jia was surprised to see a small meat insect.
"Balerion be upon you!"
Rhaegar murmured to himself, half-kneeling by the bed, not wanting to miss a moment watching Rhaenyra and the two babies.
He swore that he had never believed in his innate talent as a dreamer as much as he did at this moment.
