Chapter 408 Rhaegar: Who doesn’t have a holiday?

The next day.

The weather is sunny and the breeze is gentle.

In the Mandeb River Basin, the bitter bridge stands alone on both sides of the river, like a single tree that is not afraid of wind and frost.

Wow…

The long river is more than tens of meters wide, no deeper than a house, and the water is crystal clear.

The sand on both sides of the bank is connected to the lawn, and the flowers are swaying gently in the wind.

After a heavy rain overnight, the flowers and plants are flourishing, except for the lack of small animals.

"Roar……"

Upstream of the river, a giant dragon as black as charcoal lurked in the water, its huge body blocking the river water like a black stone dam.

The glutton shook the dragon's head, letting the river water splash out of the water and wet the hard scales.

The whole dragon was lying in the river, barely covering its chest and abdomen, and its high back could not touch the water.

snap——

The slender dragon's tail flicked violently, and the river water seemed to explode, with large splashes of water rising up and falling down.

The glutton's green vertical pupils narrowed slightly, the dragon's head rested on the river bank, and the body was washed by the river water.

It rained all night last night and I felt uncomfortable!

The river was blocked by a giant dragon and the water flow slowed down.

Plop——

A silver-haired figure emerged from the water and swam to the side of the dragon.

"Phew! It's so cool."

Rhaegar was wet all over, fully enjoying the caress of the gurgling water.

"Roar……"

Gluttony glanced at him, suspecting that the driver had something wrong with swimming so early in the morning.

Lei Jia half-squinted his eyes until he wiped away the translucent water drops, and said comfortably: "Occasionally going out for an outing will help you feel happy physically and mentally."

He shook his head, shaking off the large water drops, and turned his head to twist out his wet silver hair.

One person and one dragon are immersed in the water and meet each other naked.

Rhaegar's figure is handsome, his porcelain white skin reflects whitely in the sun, and his solid muscles are like sculptures carved by masons.

The glutton's green vertical pupils were half-open and half-closed, and he shook his body lazily, disturbing the fish and shrimp in the water.

When Baron Caswell of Bitterbridge arrived, he saw such a world-famous painting.

Baron Casway was slightly in a trance, watching this scene with admiration.

The crown prince's back was turned to him, his silver hair spread around his waist, and his naked body looked like a masterpiece of miraculous craftsmanship.

The river water covered his waist, splashing mist on his skin.

He raised his hand and gently rubbed the dragon's thick and long neck. The porcelain white and jet black were in sharp contrast.

"Lord Casway, even though they are all men, your gaze is still very presumptuous."

He was looking at it blankly, and the voice of disgust reached his ears.

Looking up again, the scene ahead changed slightly.

The glutton's vertical pupils showed a hint of evil, and the dragon's head was hanging above his head at some point.

Rega was facing this way, his handsome face with a sense of coquettishness.

I don’t know what’s going on.

When he was a child, he was cute, frail and slightly gloomy.

As he grew up, he grew stronger and stronger, with obvious masculine characteristics.

After transforming into a dragonborn, the body gradually becomes more perfect, gaining an indistinguishable beauty of male and female.

"My mother gave me a good look."

Rhaegar muttered to himself, put on a white scarf and walked to the river bank.

Wow…

Gluttony stood up first, spreading his dark wings that blocked out the clouds and sun, and the water droplets he shook turned into a drizzle.

Lei Jia walked out of the river, with traces of red blood vessels appearing on his porcelain white skin, and the water vapor naturally evaporated.

He casually took out a set of black clothes from his space bracelet and put them on as if no one else was watching.

After loosening his collar, Rhaegar asked: "Lord Casway, I have something else to trouble you later."

Baron Caswell kept his bowing posture, not daring to take another look, and replied after hearing the voice: "It is my honor to serve you."

"Let's go."

Rhaegar looked amused and patted him on the shoulder.

After walking a few steps, Casway straightened up and followed with his shiny bald head.

One thing to say.

House Caswell of Bitterbridge was indeed loyal and strictly followed Rhaegar's orders.

Rhaegar glanced back at Bitter Bridge, secretly thinking about how to use this territory to its full potential.

Regardless of the fact that the Caswell family holds the title of Baron, their wealth and status are comparable to most of the noble families in the Reach.

In particular, the location of the castle is perfect, as it is the only way from the Reach to the royal territory.

I was thinking and talking along the way, and shared some ideas with Baron Casway.

Baron Casway was eye-opening and praised him repeatedly.

Although the strategy of crafting and reclaiming wasteland is difficult to implement, the means of implementation are also ambiguous.

But the Crown Prince wants to expand the Mushroom Collection to the Reach, and Bitterbridge will be the first stop like a bridgehead.

With the economy flowing smoothly, the family can also make a lot of money.

After a cup of tea, the two returned to the castle.

In the castle hall, the servants prepared a sumptuous breakfast.

The wife of Baron Casway is a virtuous woman who specially stood in front of the door to wait for the crown prince.

Rhaegar greeted him with a friendly smile.

He likes this kind of harmonious atmosphere between monarch and ministers.

While eating breakfast, Rhaegar held a knife and cut fresh ham, calmly.

Baron Caswell straightened his back and invited: "Prince, you might as well stay in Bitterbridge for a few days to experience the customs and customs of the Reach."

As a baron, Casway wanted too much to advance.

Looking sideways at the yellow centaur clan emblem hanging in the castle hall, I thought that our generation will definitely carry forward the glory.

Rhaegar made a move and began to ponder.

It's the tournament at God's Eye Lake, and the Dragonstone ceremony, and then a disputed land war involving both sides of the Narrow Sea breaks out...

It would be a lie to say that I am not tired.

At the same time, the Red Fort is still holding a Girl's Day exhibition, a lot of trivial matters.

The most important thing is that he wants to live alone for a while and hide from his sisters.

I remember how lively and sensible I was when I was little.

Ride a glutton and fly around in the sky.

He is only 16 years old now, and he is more tired than his father, a bad old man.

Damn big-nosed Mondstadt, he said that Aegon was youthful, didn't he want to be more chic?

Ideas arise and grow wildly.

Rega had a clear idea and was about to agree.

"quack……"

Suddenly, there was a shrill cry, and a raven flew from the open castle door to the dining table.

The guard was startled and picked up his weapon to stop him.

"Everyone stop it, this is a messenger raven."

Baron Casway quickly stood up to stop him.

Rhaegar held his chin with one hand, looking at the dull raven, and couldn't help but frown.

He recognized it.

This is Tormund's shapeshifting raven.

When the raven comes, it's bound to be bad.

"I'm afraid the vacation will be wasted."

Rhaegar muttered and took off the strips of paper tied to the raven's legs.

The first piece of paper recorded the situation of the Red Keep yesterday, as well as the traces of Aegon and Helena leaving on the dragon.

Rhaegar frowned, shook his head and laughed: "Allison really shot himself in the foot, he is so boring."

In the stepmother's eyes, he was always a threat.

It seemed that as soon as he ascended the throne, he would put her in a dungeon and get rid of her younger brothers and sisters one by one.

Aegon clearly has a bright future, but he insists on meddling with the remote control.

It was up to him to handle this matter, and he directly led Aegon out of the Red Keep with the dragon.

The two brothers traveled around the seven countries riding a dragon, marrying any noble lady they fell in love with.

For the sake of him and Aegon's pure blood, the nobles of Westeros had to rush to send their daughters to bed.

He must be hanged from a tree in Hightower as an imaginary enemy.

See the end of the note, indicating that Helena is going to Harrenhal.

Rega tapped his face with his finger and said with a smile: "You're quite smart. You know how to stay away from idiots."

Aegon was tricked and couldn't resist, but Helena was free.

Unless his father and brother come forward to suppress him, Allison alone cannot stop a dragon master.

Open the second note.

Rega looked at it with a smile. He had just read half of the content, and his expression gradually became serious.

Mill's news.

[The forces of the old elite set off riots, the common people at the bottom were smashing and looting, and the city-state was in chaos]

End of note.

[The Governor's Mansion collapsed, and a large hole appeared underground, suspected to be the ruins of the Dragon King family...]

Rhaegar's eyebrows rose, joy rushing into his heart.

"Dragon King Ruins?"

That's a Feng Shui treasure that you can't find anywhere.

Many years ago, the ancient Valyrian Free Fortress successively conquered the land where nine free trade city-states were located, creating a vast territory.

Lys was once the summer resort of the Dragon King family.

Myr and Tyrosh are also trading ports under the Freehold Empire.

The apocalyptic disaster came so suddenly, and many of the Dragon King family's legacy were buried by time.

The Targaryens lacked strength, and there are very few records in this regard.

After thinking about it, Myr is very close to ancient Valyria, so it is not surprising that there are buildings left by the Dragon King family.

"Maybe we can find the systematic inheritance of blood witches and fire warlocks, or even worse, we can find knowledge about dragons."

Rhaegar thought to himself.

The only thing to note is that the riots in Myr are very strange.

The suppressed old nobles suddenly rose up, and the common people who barely had enough to eat produced weapons out of thin air, and took advantage of the chaos to kill a large number of patrolling Dauntless soldiers.

"Braavos."

Rega's eyes flickered, and he immediately thought of this quiet city-state.

There is no doubt about the power of Braavos, and the nine free trade city-states can rank first.

but!

No matter how big the ship is, no matter how brave the mercenaries are, they can't stop the dragon's flames.

We can only resort to economic sanctions and waterway trade.

Rhaegar sneered disdainfully: "It's a trick that won't work on the stage."

In order to prevent the old party of the Three Women Kingdom from resurrecting, he made a lot of preparations.

As long as the army is still in the city-state, some small fights are nothing to worry about.

It’s a good opportunity to dig out the disobedient bugs and cleanse the rotten system that harbors dirt and evil.

After putting away the two pieces of paper, Rhaegar said with emotion: "Lord Casway, thank you for your kindness. Please forgive me for not being able to stay long."

There is no way, there are too many right and wrongs.

Baron Casway was respectful and said seriously: "You are the Crown Prince and the key to important matters."

He didn't ask what happened, he just wanted to be supportive.

He was still young and he and his wife had no children, so naturally he did not participate in the Maiden's Festival held in King's Landing.

If it weren't for the sudden visit of the crown prince riding a dragon, he would never have the opportunity to be effective in his life.

Rhaegar smiled, pointed to the forecourt of the castle, and begged: "After I leave, please take Lord Peake safely to Highgarden. Duke Tyrell will take care of it for me."

Hearing this, Caswell perked up and looked in the direction of the finger.

In the spacious vestibule, a figure with a hemp rope around his neck was hanging on the gallows, swaying in the wind.

Under the gallows, there were more than a dozen dry and charred corpses piled up.

Casway took a look at the figure on the gallows, especially the Three Castles clan emblem on his chest, and nodded vigorously: "Don't worry, he will be escorted safely."

Everyone died overnight, and it was very safe.

Rhaegar stood up, clapped his hands, and planned to say goodbye.

Think for a moment and make a decision.

The Red Keep is deserted, so it’s better to rush back to Myr.