Chapter 388 First meeting in the mirror

As he shook his head, Lanner's screams became more miserable.

Just by listening to the sound, you can imagine the intense pain.

Crunch——

The attic door opened, and an old bachelor with a wrinkled face ran out in small steps.

Damon's face changed slightly and he stepped forward to greet him.

The old bachelor was sweating profusely and lowered his voice: "She is pregnant in ten months, and Mrs. Lanner is only eight months old. It is difficult for premature babies to be born safely."

Lanner was pregnant at the beginning of the year, at the end of July, no more, no less than eight months pregnant.

Based on the medical conditions in Westeros, there is no difference between premature birth and dystocia.

Dameng was startled when he heard this, glanced into the attic, and asked, "Is there any way to give birth smoothly?"

"I learned a set of massage and midwifery techniques in the school city, but it is not useful for every mother."

The old bachelor was helpless and said he would try his best.

Damon was in a daze for a moment, patted the other party's shoulder, and said seriously: "Go, protect my wife and children."

"I will inform you at any time if anything happens."

The old bachelor wiped his sweat, quickly returned to the attic and closed the door.

Damon stared blankly, turned around when the door was closed, and scratched his long hair in confusion.

Lanner's first birth went smoothly and she gave birth to twin girls at one go.

Having had a childbirth experience before, it should be much safer to give birth again.

"uncle."

Rhaegar walked closer with serious eyes.

Damon glanced at him, took off his cloak and threw it away, and continued to walk around the attic door.

He had noticed the arrival of his good nephew a long time ago and just ignored it on purpose.

Seeing the other party's depressed state, Rei took a deep breath and also chose to ignore it.

Before coming, he had a lot to say.

It seemed inappropriate to say those words when Ranal was giving birth.

"It's a difficult time for women to give birth."

Rhaegar sighed secretly and distanced himself from Daemon.

In this way, neither uncle nor nephew spoke, and each found a corner to wander around.

Damon was thinking about his wife's premature birth, and his mind went blank.

Rhaegar thought of Rhaenyra, and the shadow of his mother's difficult childbirth arose in his heart.

"Hooooo..."

For a moment, the only thing left in the huge vestibule was the low roar of Vhagar.

The old dragon felt the pain of its driver and let out a wail of sadness mixed with anger.

a long time.

Before the birth was over, Lanner's screams gradually became weaker.

boom--

The old bachelor ran out the door again, his skinny hands covered with blood.

Damon looked worried and hesitated to speak.

The old bachelor looked melancholy and said apologetically: "I really can't do anything, the child refuses to come out."

Damon's heart sank, and he walked around the other party towards the attic.

Halfway through, he stopped again.

He stopped at the corner of the door, turned sideways and looked inside.

"Hard...ma'am...hard..."

"Ah...ha..."

In the spacious hall, a large bed was temporarily placed, and several prostitutes in coquettish clothes were holding water basins to help.

Lanner spread her legs and knelt down, lying on the bed, clenching the sheets with her hands and wailing miserably.

A loose white skirt was put on her body, and her lower body was stained with blood, making her wails even more desperate.

The old bachelor followed quickly and said sadly: "I'm very sorry, Prince."

Damon was silent, staring straight at his wife, muttering to himself: "My brave wife."

Lannar helped him win the battle to capture Tyrosh.

I haven't had a breath yet, and I'm fighting alone on the delivery bed.

Rhaegar came quietly and leaned against the wall to listen.

Lannar was his recognized cousin and tribesman, the driver of Vhagar, and he had no intention of leaving.

"Madam...you must use your strength..."

"Ah... come out quickly..."

Lanner's voice was hoarse when she shouted, her whole body was so tense that she was shaking, and tears flowed unconsciously.

pain! It's too painful!

The prostitutes tried to persuade her anxiously, wiped her sweat, and checked on the production status.

There was no one in the Maharaja's palace, and the civilian doctors in the surrounding areas were unable to hide and were unwilling to help treat the invaders.

The only assistants available were prostitutes and slave girls who had given birth.

The old bachelor hesitated and said, "We can cut open the uterus and remove the fetus through abdominal dissection, but I can't guarantee that the child will survive."

Rhaegar raised his head suddenly, staring at Daemon and the old maester.

His mother died by caesarean section.

Damon obviously thought of this as well and glanced at his nephew in the corner.

Without thinking too much, Damon asked hopefully: "Can the child's mother escape?"

Compared with a child who does not know whether he is alive or dead, he hopes that his wife will be safe.

The old bachelor lowered his eyelids and shook his head helplessly.

If a woman has a difficult delivery, both the mother and the child will die.

After disembowelment, at least the child still has a chance of survival.

Damon's head banged, and he was stunned on the spot, unable to tell north from south.

Subconsciously looking at his wailing wife, his eyes were helpless and he couldn't say a word.

"Prince, please make a decision as soon as possible."

The old bachelor urged him, and every second he delayed was more dangerous.

Damon was so distraught that he leaned against the wall and shook his head in silence.

He is not a man who values ​​women's fertility.

In his eyes, a woman's birth bed is a battlefield of such nature.

On this battlefield, he was not qualified to make a choice for Lanner.

"prince……"

The old maester wanted to persuade, but found that there was no reason.

"Why not choose?"

Rhaegar spoke suddenly.

Damon turned to look at him and licked his dry lips.

Rhaegar's eyes were solemn as he walked up to his uncle and said, "Lannaer is about to die. You have to make a choice."

"No!" Damon shook his head: "I can't decide her life or death."

"But she needs a decision."

Rhaegar said decisively.

Damon still shook his head and said in a low voice: "My brother made a choice once. He may have won, but I don't want to gamble."

Rhaegar cried only once when he was born, and then fell into a deep sleep that lasted for three years.

If it hadn't been for the treatment of foreign witches, he might not have been able to wake up.

His brother was born earlier than him. He was the king of a country. He married the woman he loved and had children to inherit the throne. He was always luckier than him.

Damon considers himself an unlucky person and does not want to be on the gambling table.

Rega had a complicated mood, lowered his head and smiled: "You are right, no one can decide life or death for others."

He punched his shoulder with a fist, walked around the corner and walked into the hall, and said in a deep voice: "Then ask the person involved about his wishes."

"Ah...come out...ha..."

Lanner was sweating profusely, screaming and becoming weak and exhausted.

Hearing the footsteps, Lanner took a deep breath, lying on the bed and staring blankly.

Seeing Rhaegar dressed in black, he smiled bitterly and said, "I don't want to die in such an embarrassing way."

She heard the conversation around the corner and became aware of her situation.

The baby has refused to come out, and it doesn’t feel like the last time I gave birth.

This child will probably not survive.

Rhaegar walked to the bed and whispered: "The choice is yours, I will try my best to ensure your safety."

He flipped his wrist and took out a glass candle.

Stretching out the palm of his right hand, he cut it deeply, and the bright red blood dyed the seven-color glass red.

"Look carefully, you only have one chance."

Rhaegar warned, stretching out his intact left hand.

"Hiss..."

Wisps of black smoke came out, and there was the sound of snakes spitting messages.

Lanner's eyes widened as she saw a strange little dark snake emerge from the air and land on the bloody palm of Rega's right hand.

Zila...

A puff of black smoke rose from the palm of the hand, and the little snake opened its toothless mouth that was not suitable for its size and quickly ate the black smoke.

After the black smoke is eaten up and wiped clean, the wound on the palm of the hand will be restored to its original state.

"Blood Witchcraft?"

Lanner was in a daze, forgetting the pain for a moment.

A scion of the oldest bloodline and a descendant of the most powerful family in the kingdom, she has a clear understanding of blood witchcraft.

After traveling around the Free Trade City for many years, she has seen many strange people and strange people.

Rhaegar said: "Decide!"

"Rip open my belly."

Lanner gritted her teeth and immediately made a decision.

Both sides are going to die, so it’s better to give it a try.

"very good."

Rhaegar nodded and motioned to the prostitutes: "Move her to the bed."

The prostitutes were still shocked by the mystery of blood witchcraft, so they quickly moved Lanner to bed.

"Ah...ha..."

The movement caused severe pain, Lanner gritted her teeth, lay on the bed and lifted up her blood-stained dress.

When a pregnant woman gives birth, there is no distinction between men and women.

Rega turned his head, his eyes fell on the two people at the corner, and said calmly: "Come here to do the surgery, do you think I know how to open a woman's uterus?"

"coming."

The old bachelor's eyes were shining, and he quickly prepared the belly-cutting tools.

Damon froze in place and took steps hesitantly.

He was greatly shocked.

It seems that in the martial arts tournament, the method of setting the sword on fire is just the tip of the iceberg.

But that's not important. The key is that the wife can give birth safely.

The short preparation period passed.

Lanner lay on the bed with her legs spread wide, and several prostitutes controlled her hands and feet.

Rhaegar held the glazed candle in one hand and stroked her belly with the other.

Zhi~

The glass candle was lit, and the Ouroboros, whose right hand was revealed, moved restlessly.

He has two glass candles, one made of glass that imparts the blessing spell, and one made of glass that casts the [Flower in the Mirror, Water and Moon].

Abdominal dissection will cut the uterus along with it, and severe pain and bleeding can be fatal.

Ouroboros is not powerful enough and needs to be strengthened with magic spells.

When the old bachelor took out the knife and pointed it at the incision, Rhaegar said solemnly: "Do it!"

"ah!!"

Suddenly, screams echoed throughout the attic.

…

ten minutes later.

The bed was soaked with blood, and the screams had long since lost their vitality.

Lanner's eyes were filled with despair, and she lay paralyzed on the bed, holding her neck.

Rhaegar's face turned pale, and he kept urging the Ouroboros, his eyes fixed on the candlelight of the glazed candle.

It turns out that disembowelment is more bloody and cruel than he imagined.

He originally wanted to save Lanner and the child's life.

Nowadays, it seems that it is very rare to keep one.

Zhila!

As his mind was shaking, the candle flame suddenly rose, as if oil was exploding.

Rega's eyes narrowed, and his consciousness shifted instantly.

The blood on the glass candle was quickly sucked dry, and [Flower in the Mirror, Water and Moon] and [Dream Vision] were triggered at the same time.

…

"Ah, no……"

As soon as he regained consciousness, a woman's screams rang in his ears.

The voice was very unfamiliar, but it felt inexplicably familiar.

Rhaegar was stunned and opened his eyes.

I was in a bedroom, and the coitus mural on the wall looked very familiar.

Looking around, Rhaegar was stunned on the spot.

On a delivery bed, a silver-blond woman was wailing miserably, with a bloody gash in her round belly.

A group of familiar maids gathered around the bed, holding down the woman's hands and feet.

On the side of the bed, the young father was waiting anxiously, his head lowered and his face struggling.

At the end of the bed, with the grass on the grave three feet high, Grand Bachelor Melos looked gloomy and reached into the woman's belly to take it out.

"Viserys... no..."

The woman cried bitterly, shaking her head violently in pain.

Viserys was at a loss, closed his eyes and prayed to the Seven Gods.

Rhaegar witnessed this scene and quickly stared at the woman's face.

Long silver-gold hair, delicate facial features, and sweat dripping with fear.

The eyes are almost identical to Rhaenyra's, and a bit like Rhaegar's.

With just one glance, Rhaegar recognized the woman's identity and murmured: "Emma... mother."