Chapter 521: Provocation in Slaver Bay

Rhaenyra picked up the wine cup and took a sip, then asked: "Fanbon, what is your name?"

"Charles!"

The foreign merchant was even more arrogant and looked at people with his nostrils: "You can also call me Charles the Rich, Steward of the Arena in Meereen."

When he revealed his identity, the arrogance he exuded became even stronger.

From a distance, Rhaenyra could smell the peculiar stench of the aliens.

Covering her mouth and nose with her fingers slightly, Rhaenyra said "Oh" thoughtfully, and said sarcastically under the other's self-important gaze:

"I've never heard of him. Where did he come from?"

Charles was immediately angry and said stiffly: "Your Majesty, I come from the largest arena in Meereen. I was recommended by all the good Lords to come here to visit."

"Hmm, sounds good."

Rhaenyra nodded slightly and said happily: "Tell me your request, this... um, a guest I have never heard of."

After saying that, her beautiful eyes turned sideways and made a look.

Johanna stood beside her, her legs intertwined under her gauze skirt, like a beautiful sculpture.

After receiving the queen's signal, Johanna took action consciously: "Charles from Meereen, Queen Lys will listen to your call for help."

Once the vocabulary is changed, the person will be directly labeled as a "beggar".

When Charles heard this, he took a deep breath, frowned and said, "Your Majesty, I bear the trust of the good Lords and come to announce the rise of the Fitznick family in Slaver's Bay."

After a pause, he added seriously: "An ancient and noble, newly revived Dragon King family."

"Bastard Dragon King?"

Rhaenyra didn't even raise her eyelids, and she was belittling her lightly.

"No!"

Charles couldn't control his anger and emphasized: "It is an ancient dragon king family, one of the dragon kings of the Free Fortress with your family."

"In fact, the nobility of the Fitznick family is higher than that of your family."

Speaking of this, Charles snorted: "As we all know, the surname Targaryen is not strong in the Free Fortress."

Hearing this, Rhaenyra's narrow eyes narrowed, and she exuded an aura of calmness and authority.

boom--

There was a loud noise, and Charles, who was so focused, almost jumped up.

Rhaenyra stopped her hand that was about to land on the desk and looked out the door in surprise.

It wasn’t the table she photographed!

In the blink of an eye, the door was kicked open, and two white knights stood sideways.

"Welcome, King Rhaegar I of Targaryen..."

In the middle of the announcement, the white knight was interrupted by a wave of hands, and a voice came out: "That's enough, he doesn't deserve to hear the rest."

Rega's face was calm, he changed into a brand new black gown, and strode in with his hands behind his back.

On both sides of the waist, there are real fire and dragon training whip hanging respectively.

The tall and tall figure is straight and straight, and the height is a head taller than the average person.

Her long silver-gold hair spread around her shoulders, her purple eyes were cold, and her lips were emotionless.

"Gulu~"

When Charles saw the person coming, he couldn't help but take a step back and swallowed secretly to calm down his shock.

He had seen countless Valyrians with silver hair and purple eyes.

Even the new Dragon King enshrined in the Great Pyramid was lucky enough to meet him once.

However, no one gave him such a strong heartbeat.

It was as if he was not a mortal before him, but a truly ancient and noble dragon bloodline.

Rega passed by Charles and looked sideways: "Did you fart just now?"

The words are vulgar and straightforward.

Charles lowered his head silently and subconsciously said: "Your Majesty the Iron Throne, your family..."

"Stop it! I don't want to hear you continue to fart."

Rhaegar's purple eyes were cold, and he waved with his back to Sir Stephen, and ordered: "I will see you off later, and keep your tongue as a greeting gift."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Stephen looked serious and drew his sword directly.

Charles' face was full of astonishment, and he looked at the monarch and his ministers in disbelief.

Why are they so unruly?

Rhaegar didn't bother to pay attention to him and went straight to the seat next to the conference table.

Having just burned all the fleet in Slaver's Bay, they are trying to figure out how to eradicate the new dragon king and recover the young dragons and treasure.

An envoy from Slaver's Bay came to see him, which put him at risk.

As he passed by, Rhaenyra's beautiful eyes kept falling on him, her joy mixed with a hint of complaint.

I haven’t seen him for half a month, and I haven’t even received a letter.

Worry to death.

Lei Jashi sat down casually and poured a glass of wine by himself, feeling very relaxed: "Leave me alone, you continue."

Lys was ruled by Rhaenyra, who would never overstep her authority.

Besides, he also wanted to hear what other farts the messenger from Slaver's Bay could let out of his mouth.

Rhaenyra glanced at him, adjusted the queen's aloof posture, and lightly opened her red lips: "Charles, you said a dragon king's surname, didn't you just want to attract attention?"

"of course not."

Charles wiped his cold sweat and held on to his strength: "The Shwedagon Tower voted that the Targaryen family should be notified of the rise of the new Dragon King family."

"Hmm?" Rhaenyra put one hand on the table and pretended to be listening.

She found that the other party was indeed interesting.

Charles was beating his drum in his heart and continued: "We are both members of the Dragon King family, and our bloodline comes from the ancient Free Fortress. I believe your family will recognize the legal principles of the Fitznick family."

"Pfft..."

Rhaegar smiled, as if he had heard a big joke.

Rhaenyra's face darkened, feeling that her dignity was being challenged, and she sneered: "Since when will there be dragons in Slaver's Bay?"

"No, no, no, there are no dragons in Slaver's Bay for the time being."

Charles completely let himself go and tried hard to prove: "But there is a young dragon in the Sea of ​​Smoke, and I believe that sooner or later it will live in the pyramid of Meereen."

"What if I don't agree?"

Rhaenyra's eyes were cold, she played with the diamond ring on her fingertips, and resisted the urge to slap the other person.

Charles raised his chin and said proudly: "Your family agrees that Westeros and Slaver's Bay are the closest allies."

"If they don't agree, Slaver's Bay will cut off trade with Westeros, and the two sides will maintain a rigid state of non-communication."

Rhaenyra sneered: "The Targaryens sit on half the resources of the Narrow Sea, do you think we care?"

Charles was unconvinced: "Let me tell you, before I set off, the ships in Slaver's Bay had blocked the Sea of ​​Smoke, and the rise of the new Dragon King was unstoppable."

Bang bang bang...

Rhaegar applauded and laughed: "Then I might as well tell you that before I return from riding the dragon, all the fleets that blockaded the Sea of ​​Smoke were burned to death and fed to the fish."

"What!!"

Charles was so frightened that he almost fainted.

Rhaegar looked at Rhaenyra with helplessness on his face: "I didn't want to interrupt, I just couldn't help it."

A clown, it would be impolite not to support him.

"it's up to you."

Rhaenyra rolled her eyes, thinking to herself how domineering she was.

Ignoring the shouting Charles, Rhaenyra waved her hand: "Take it down, follow the king's order, leave the messenger's tongue, and send it back to Slaver's Bay."

Being angry with such a weak-minded person will lower your IQ.

Joanna obeyed without hesitation and called the guards in.

"No!"

Charles screamed and threatened: "Do you know the consequences of destroying the fleet in Slaver's Bay?"

Rega, who was eating red grapes:...

He glanced at Rhaenyra, as if asking what the consequences would be.

Charles then shouted: "Slaver's Bay is the largest slave gathering place in the world. Do you know the hidden power?"

"Someone, take him down!"

Rhaegar couldn't stand it anymore and called for help.

Kill it, it's so annoying.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the white knight entered the conference hall, Charles suddenly became violent.

Putting a hand into his chest, he raised his head and shouted: "Long live the Eagle God and the Banshee!!"

In the flash of lightning, a black shadow passed quickly and hit his wrist accurately.

boom!

There was a crisp sound of bone cracking, and the wrist was broken.

Then, a glass wine cup shattered, splattering countless shards.

"ah!"

Charles screamed in pain and dropped the things in his hands.

There was a clang, and it was a mask of the Son of the Harpy made of gold.

Rhaegar's eyes were as sharp as a hawk, and he kept throwing the wine cup.

Then Charles gritted his teeth and made a clicking sound in his mouth.

Within a few seconds, his olive-colored face quickly turned livid, and a mouthful of black blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Plop——

The body fell backward and died upright.

Stephen hurried forward and tested his mouth and nose: "Your Majesty, he is dead."

Rhaegar was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect that the other party would actually commit suicide by taking poison.

Rhaenyra's eyes widened as well, and she lowered her long white legs that were raised up and carefully concealed them in her skirt.

She thought of a profession - a dead soldier

Johanna reacted quickly, hurried out of the hall, and then hurried back.

His face was very subtle, and he panted: "Your Majesty, he is the person in charge of the Meereen Arena. He has a huge gambling debt and was pushed out as a victim by the good masters."

In other words, he is here to die.

When Rhaegar heard this, he twitched the corners of his mouth and put on a smile: "Declaring war on Targaryen by dying?"

He was curious about what trump card Slaver's Bay held.

He actually had the confidence to make such a noise.

Turning his head sideways, he looked at Johanna: "When will Lord Corliss's fleet, as well as the fleets of Celtija, Redwin and other families, cross the Narrow Sea?"

Daring to challenge the majesty of the Iron Throne will not be tolerated for a moment.

Joanna raised her peach blossom eyes lightly and replied: "It will take a month at the earliest. The wind and waves on the sea are unpredictable."

"Okay, then one month!"

Rhaegar stood up angrily and ordered, "Take the body out and feed it to the dragon!"

With that said, walk out the door.

The appearance of the new Dragon King family seriously stirred his nerves.

The people from Slaver's Bay came to provoke him, which really touched his bottom line.

As soon as the army arrives, the good slave traders will be forced to bleed one by one.

Behind him, Rhaenyra looked at his angry back, a trace of worry flashing in her beautiful eyes.

She was afraid that Rhaegar would become extreme.

Many Targaryen members have the potential in this area.

…

At night.

Rhaegar narrowed his eyes slightly and leaned back to soak in the tub, feeling the heat of the boiling water.

Boom!

There was a knock on the door.

"who?"

"It's me, Rhaegar."

Rhaenyra's voice came, and the door was gently pushed open.

Rega opened his eyes when he heard the sound, looking at him suspiciously with a slightly angry look.

"Let me see you."

Rhaenyra, still wearing the gorgeous dress from the day, walked slowly to the tub, brought a stool and sat down.

Wow...

The plain hands reached into the boiling water and stirred, stroking Lei Jia's tense shoulders and neck.

She lifted her hair and leaned forward.

Their chins rested on Rhaegar's shoulders, their cheeks were close to each other, and their breathing was in sync.

The sudden tenderness caught Rega off guard, and he coughed lightly: "I'm fine, there's no need for this."

"Belron and the others were very angry. Meka fed that guy's body to Thrax."

Accompanied by the sound of rushing water, Rhaenyra lay on Rhaegar's back, reached out to her chest with her bare hands to grasp her, and murmured to herself: "Baelela has a bad temper, and she even asked me to fight to burn Slaver's Bay."

"Hmm!~"

Rhaegar took a sharp breath and leaned back weakly: "They are all good children, aren't they?"

Having many heirs is also one of his strengths.

The children are very smart and their personalities are developing in a good direction, which makes him feel more at ease.

"Yeah!~"

Rhaegar's lower abdomen tightened, and he moved his face sideways into the crook of Rhaenyra's neck, as if he was a little too relaxed.

Rhaenyra rubbed her cheek, kept moving her hands, and asked softly: "A new Dragon King is not a good sign, but don't put too much pressure on yourself."

The rising tide of magic brings countless possibilities.

Who knows if a giant dragon will fly out of some corner alley and get into the arms of the hybrid dragon king.

"Be gentle and don't pinch."

Rhaegar shook his head and gasped softly: "I will conquer Volantis, find the young dragon in the Sea of ​​Smoke, and burn Slaver's Bay with fire."

"Well done."

With gentle eyes, Rhaenyra pulled him into her arms and unbuttoned his back.

"No, not here."

"Then come out."

Pushed and pushed, he fell into a soft collapse.

The corners of Rhaenyra's lips curled up, like a heroic female knight, pressing Rhaegar under her.

"I have to go to the valley tomorrow."

At the critical moment, Rega suddenly spoke.

Rhaenyra paused and raised her thin eyebrows: "It is very inappropriate to say this at this time."

"I noticed that too."

Rega tilted her head and smiled.

Go to the valley, discuss the solution to the opposition in the valley, and take a look at the two daughters.

With a bald mouth, he spoke out.

Rhaenyra was silent for a long time.

Dark clouds blocked the window, and the moonlight gradually faded.

Rhaenyra gritted her teeth and made up her mind: "Rhaegar, I... I'm sorry for everything I did to that child."

The underlying conflict between siblings has existed for too long.

Day after day, year after year.

At first I was really relieved and thought it was revenge.

As time went by, the girl grew up, and the news that she was autistic reached her ears.

Let’s take a look at her children, all of them lively and cheerful.

A soft heart inevitably breeds apologies.

Let's talk about it tonight.

Rhaegar's eyes were in a trance, he held Rhaenyra's waist tightly, moved his body back, and rested his head on the pillow.

He wasn't the one who was hurt, and he had nothing to say.

No one can blame you for the sins you have done.

"Bring that child back to King's Landing and give him the last name you want."

Rhaenyra spoke again, biting her lower lip: "Belron sent his dragon egg to the valley, thinking I didn't know."

This was discovered by Joanna, who saw that Bellon's dragon egg was missing.

A child is trying her best to make up for the relationship between her parents, siblings, and she doesn't want to let down her eldest son's good intentions.

At least, it's a good start.

Plop——

Rhaegar suddenly turned over and stared lovingly: "You will always be my love, Rhaenyra."

"I don't like this position."

Rhaenyra smiled, turned over and pushed the other person back down, and asked, "What did you call me?"

Rega was startled and whispered:

"Sister~"