Chapter 457: Let the Archbishop come to see me!

Chapter 457 Let the Archbishop come to see me!

Seeing the towering tower destroyed, Mond's knees weakened and he knelt down with a dull expression.

This feeling of powerlessness is no less than that of having the entire Old Town’s resources but being unable to save his wife who suffered a hemorrhage during childbirth.

Mond raised his head and looked sadly at the falling debris.

It was as if he was watching his wife, who had been tortured into a state of disgrace, slowly and painfully take her last breath.

“Towering Tower!”

Mont’s eyes were red and he roared on the verge of collapse.

The Hightower family has built towering towers for thousands of years, resisting the invasion of the Andals, escaping the invasion of the ancestors, and safely passing through the period of conquerors.

It was obviously fine just now.

However, the spire symbolizing war and power was burned down by a black dragon.

Unfortunately, people’s joys and sorrows are not the same.

The glutton slowly circled around the stone staircase building, staring at the burning spire with green vertical eyes, and sniffed lightly with his nose.

“Dude, do you smell magic?”

Rhaegar was curious about what the big evil dragon was doing, and was content to ride on its back.

At a height of eight hundred feet, even if Mond was shouting loudly, he wouldn't be able to hear a single thing.

Of course, I won’t care!

The Hightower family is indeed powerful and has built the largest port in Westeros, with trade spread across both continents.

Furthermore, we know how to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages.

　　No matter which invader comes in the long history, Hightower can kneel down at the right time and accurately, and deliver it to the knee of the king.

Even Aegon the Conqueror and Balerion, the Black Death, did not harm Hightower in the towering tower.

But this time Hightower provoked Rhaegar, and they were kicked to the iron plate.

Since people with the surname Hightower cannot be killed easily, I will tear down two pieces of the tower passed down from your ancestors and use them as stones.

The glutton shook his dragon head, a trace of disgust flashed through his vertical pupils, and he flapped his wings and slowly descended.

It doesn’t smell like magic.

Maybe it existed before, but it has long since dried up.

Rhaegar touched the real fire and dragon whip at his waist, and remained silent in a rare moment.

The surname Hightower is indeed ancient and noble, and also very mysterious.

Unlike other native nobles, Hightower seemed to suddenly appear in Westeros.

But it doesn’t matter.

No matter how noble your bloodline is, can you still be nobler than the Dragon King of Valyria?

Lega was stroking the dragon's back and looking down at Mond who almost collapsed, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

The surname Targaryen represents blood and fire.

The dragon gave him privileges.

Father is now bedridden, and Allison is there to take care of him.

Rhaegar wanted to see what trouble Hightower in Oldtown could pull off.

“Hiss!”

“Hiss…”

Sheep thieves and Yang Yan came one after another, heading straight for the towering tower that lit the green fire.

“Sir, let’s retreat first!”

Seeing that Mond's heart was filled with despair, the knight in charge was cautious and dragged the lord back to the gate.

Boom—

As soon as the front foot steps away, the glutton then lands on the ground.

His feet sunk deep into the soft lawn, his dark wings set off scorching waves of air, and the surrounding flowers and plants instantly broke his spine.

This was not enough, the glutton with green eyes was cold and shouted at the stunned reception team.

“Protect the lord!”

　　The knight in the guard had never seen such a scene before. His sword-drawing hand was trembling, and he gritted his teeth and stood in front of Mond.

What can the prince and the dragon do? The mission is to protect the lord.

"Roar?"

The Glutton's Dragon Kiss opened in a sarcastic arc, its wings supported the ground, and its long and thick dragon tail thrust forward as fast as lightning.

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The knight's sword flew away, spun 365 degrees in mid-air, and landed upside down on the lawn a hundred meters away.

As for the retinue of knights…

The dragon's tail flicked slightly, just in time to avoid exploding into a ball of blood mist, which fell into the lake in pieces here and there.

The blue lake is dyed red, and small fish and shrimps are vying to eat.

Mond stared at this scene in disbelief with his eyes widened.

How dare he!

Slay the knights who followed the lord of Oldtown in front of him.

This is a sin that goes against the beliefs of the Seven Gods.

“Glutton, be honest!”

Rhaegar's face turned cold and he scolded the evil dragon for his crimes.

Then, looking down at the stunned Mond, he said casually: "I'm sorry, Lord Mond, gluttons are cruel by nature and never tolerate provocations from the weak."

"you…"

Mond was furious and wanted to rush forward to argue.

“Hiss…”

Aegon descended on the sunfire and stopped a few meters behind the glutton, his gorgeous appearance shining with golden light.

“Hiss!”

The sheep thief followed closely behind, landing ten meters behind and to the left of the glutton. The withered dragon head swung back and forth, swallowing a live goat that came from nowhere.

Two giant dragons suddenly appeared, blocking Mond's words.

Take a broad look.

Three giant dragons stared at the towering tower, and on the backs of various dragons sat the three Targaryen brothers.

The three Targaryens are all teenagers, the oldest being no more than 16 years old.

Leaded by Rhaegar, each one's eyebrows are more rebellious than the last, and they are used to being condescending.

From Mond’s perspective, there are still three Targaryens, but they are clearly three active volcanoes that can destroy the old town at any time.

Three people and three dragons, no one can stand out.

Subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva to hold back the abusive words.

A sentence was repeated crazily in my mind.

The opponent has a dragon!

Rhaegar looked down at Mond, who dared to be angry but dared not speak, and smiled without saying a word.

He didn't speak first, and Aegon and Aemond didn't dare to overstep, and they both listened obediently on the dragon's back.

Mond looked around, trying to make eye contact with his two grandsons.

Aegon tilted his head and pretended he was blind. Aemond touched his left eye and stopped pretending to be blind.

Mond:…

Sweating profusely.

Rhaegar grasped the heat, bowed his upper body slightly, and said with a smile: "Lord Mondstadt, the Dornish people are looting the crops in the old town. Do you mind if I light the bonfire in the towering tower for you?"

Aegon and Aemond were stunned for a moment, then looked up at the same time.

His eyes fell on the glutton with a fierce aura, and his heart skipped a beat unconsciously.

Except for Vhagar and Vermithor, Targaryen basically has no opponents for this dragon-eating wild dragon.

Sheep Thief and Yang Yan both had the tragic experience of being bullied by gluttons.

“Gah!”

Yang Yan recalled the bad memories and silently stepped back ten meters to keep a safe distance.

Sheep thieves are thieves, their broad brown wings spread out, and they are always ready to run away.

Wild dragon, naturally good at survival.

The two dragon masters were afraid of Rhaegar and Glutton, let alone Mond, who was an ordinary person.

Mond forced out a smile that was uglier than crying: "I don't mind. The three princes have come from afar, so please come into the humble abode to have a chat."

Otto has done a lot of harm to people!

This is not like a lord giving him authority to the crown prince. It is clearly the crown prince Chi Guoguo giving him authority.

Rhaegar did not rush to answer.

Aegon and Aemond were already tired from riding the dragon, so they were willing to climb off the dragon's back and enjoy a good night.

Since Rhaegar did not speak, he rested his chin on his hands and waited patiently.

You will really get beaten if you don’t wait!

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Just when Mond was embarrassed, a burst of applause came from the towering tower.

Rhaegar shifted his gaze.

I saw Otto, who was dressed meticulously, slowly walking out of the hall, holding a plate of bread and salt in his hand.

“Otto?”

Rhaegar narrowed his eyes slightly, a little surprised.

　　Tormund’s messenger crow reports that Otto is hiding in the Red Keep, and only Allison is left to maintain the palace.

It turned out that I slipped back to my hometown in Old Town.

Otto had an easy-going face, and first saluted and greeted Rhaegar: "I have met the prince, and it is a great honor for the kingdom to see you safe and sound."

The conversation changed and he turned to the brothers Aegon and Aemond. He pretended to be grandpa and lectured: "If you two don't come down yet, Oldtown is your second home. Your mother is always happy to be home. "

Aegon and Aemond were startled when they heard this, and their hearts swayed.

Grandpa's identity suppression really worked for them both.

When I was a child, I was taught many lessons by Otto and was instilled with all kinds of knowledge and ideas.

Rhaegar's eyes narrowed, and there was a hint of evil in his eyes.

What a good Otto, he is indeed calculating to the core, and even his words are so artistic.

It rises first and then suppresses it.

Hold him up, step on his two younger brothers, and start a fight every time he opens his mouth.

However, given their status as elders, Aegon and Aemond could not object.

Mond's face recovered and he offered help: "I have prepared a grand banquet to entertain the three highnesses."

Aegon's eyes lit up and he became very interested in the banquet.

Aemond remained silent, unwilling to intervene in the fight between his eldest brother and his grandfather.

One of the two sides is a blood brother, and the other is a powerful ancestral family.

He doesn’t want to offend anyone and can’t help anyone.

Rhaegar was not embarrassed by his two younger brothers and said straightforwardly: "No, there is still time for the banquet, and I have more important things to deal with."

Otto frowned slightly: "When you come to Old Town, there's no reason why you shouldn't be entertained by the Hightower family."

"Not urgent."

Rhaegar refused, pointing to a magnificent building in the old town second only to the Towering Tower, and said: "My father is ill, and Dorne's rebellion continues. I want to meet the Archbishop and listen to the guidance of the Seven Gods."

He saw Otto’s little calculation.

Using blood ties to tie his two grandsons together, they separated from his eldest brother's chariot.

Overtly or covertly, he weakened his potential strength and achieved the political capital of rivalry.

At this point, Rhaegar could only shake his head.

There is really no time to care about the so-called power strategy of three melons and two dates.

While the three brothers are united, it is a good opportunity to take advantage of the situation to suppress the Seven Gods Church and hollow out the school city.

It is conducive to consolidating the rule and blessing the descendants.

He is not bored enough to debase himself and drag himself into a power field with the same rules of the game as Otto.

In the rules of his game, even though Rhaegar has great abilities, he can never see a chance of winning.

It’s just that Rhaegar is the one with the power to make the rules.

He wanted to play, and only Otto could play.

If he doesn’t want to play, Otto has to get off the table.

Otto's expression changed slightly, he didn't expect the Crown Prince to be so disrespectful of dignity.

Rhaegar said: "I heard that the Hightower family has a close relationship with the Church of the Seven Gods, and I need Lord Lawmond to lead the way and introduce the Archbishop to see me."

Mont's mouth twitched, and his heart was in a mess.

The belief in the Seven Gods is equal to the king's power.

What does it mean to introduce the Archbishop to see you?

The Archbishop is equivalent to a king in terms of status and is the chosen servant of the Seven Gods.

Rhaegar tilted his head: "Have any questions?"

Speak it out, and I will listen to it with the glutton.

"Roar…"

Gluttony roared, his voice rough and deep, making people's eardrums swell.

Mond's expression tightened and he immediately said: "Wait a moment, the servant will hitch the carriage right now."

“Thank you, Lord Mond.”

Rhaegar smiled politely.

The glutton raised its head and roared, spread its broad wings, and fluttered its huge body.