Chapter 571: Passing on the Torch

After a long time.

The Night's Watch walked out of the Council Hall with an exciting smile on his face.

It can be seen that the expected funding was applied for.

Lyonor and Rodrick went out afterwards, both with sour faces.

They looked at each other and snorted at the same time.

...

In the hall, the sun shone on the glass window, and it was slightly hot on the arm.

"The North, the long summer..."

Rhaegar's eyes were deep, and he stood in front of the window and looked into the distance.

He promised to give the Night's Watch supplies, enough for 3,000 people to survive a cold winter.

The prisoners in the dungeon were allowed to ask for them, and some additional iron armor and ironware were added.

The rest could only be done at the convenience of the Night's Watch.

It was impossible to rush to the rescue of the army.

The royal family was not a fool, and Cregan should find a way himself.

"Chirp chirp..."

A magpie fluttered and flew over, landed on a tree branch, tilted its head and cooed.

The voice brought Rhaegar back to the present, analyzing the comprehensive strength of the royal family, and thinking unsatisfiedly: "The control is still not strong enough."

Since the accession to the throne, the territory of the Targaryen Dynasty has continued to expand.

The Seven Kingdoms, the Stepstones, the Three Kingdoms, Volantis...

For now, Slaver's Bay is in a semi-liberated state, waiting for the colonization of the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms.

Conquering a piece of land does not mean smooth rule.

The autonomy of the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms is too high. The seven guardian families each manage a territory, and the nobles under their rule have their own ulterior motives.

Rhaegar frowned slightly, tapped the window sill with his fingertips in an orderly manner, and pondered: "Dorne, the Westerlands, the Iron Islands..."

The royal family's rule in the above three regions is extremely weak.

The Dorne War ended, and the people of Dorne hated and feared the Iron Throne, and the economy and people's livelihood declined sharply.

It does not pose a threat for the time being, so it can be governed slowly.

The Westerlands and the Iron Islands are not the same.

The Lannister family is full of arrogance and is best at pretending to obey.

Lord Jason Lannister could not shirk his responsibility in the many calls for war, and sent his vassal to take the blame.

Not to mention the Iron Islands.

The Ironmen are a group of unproductive pirates.

The Greyjoy family of Pike City has a family motto: "Force is better than hard work."

"If you want to rule for a long time, the Seven Kingdoms will wipe out the roar of lions and sea monsters."

Rhaegar's eyes flashed with a fierce look, and a sense of crisis rose in his heart.

There was disharmony within the family, and there were wolves and vultures in the Seven Kingdoms and across the Narrow Sea.

If a natural disaster suddenly struck, how would the Targaryens respond?

Rhaegar carefully calculated that the only troops under his command that could be used were the 5,000 Unsullied captured by Astapor.

The 3,000 Dreadnoughts in the past were divided between King's Landing and Lys, and could not form a considerable combat force.

The number of gold cloaks and dragon guards was too small, and they could make do with small fights.

"People are impetuous and cannot work together."

Putting aside the military factor, Rhaegar counted the dragon riders in the family who could fight.

Apart from him, Daemon and Aemond can be temporarily recruited, and Aunt Rhaenys will not refuse.

Laenaer and Helena are pregnant, so their combat power is negligible.

Yangyan was severely injured, and Aegon was completely in a mess.

The family can only dispatch six dragon riders, including Rhaenyra and little Daeron.

Including his father, and counting the children of Baenilla and Maekar, an adult dragon and six young dragons cannot go to the battlefield.

If a large-scale war really breaks out, it is obviously short of a leg.

"The family seems strong, but it is still not enough to form a crushing trend."

Rhaegar felt sorry in his heart and sighed: "The children are too young, and the future of the family still depends on them."

The family will only be truly strong when the next generation of children grow up.

With this thought, Rhaegar clenched his fist and waved his face seriously: "Aegon's wedding is on the agenda, and Aemond must also speed up. I can't rely on myself alone."

Although the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility.

But he is about to give birth to a nest, and his bastard brothers can't even lay an egg.

Not to mention being sorry for my father, I even feel sorry for the dragon under my crotch.

…

Following Rhaegar's sight, we gradually left the Red Castle.

The Great Sept.

A magnificent building newly built in King's Landing, where converts to Protestantism come in an endless stream every day.

The Sept. is located at the back.

A tall dome building is built in an area between Silk Street and the square.

The building is black and made of black dragon stone.

On both sides of the gate, there are a sphinx and a dragon sculpture respectively.

At this time, in the pavilion in front of the building.

Maester Mukun held a scroll in his hand, his sallow face was stiff, and he stared at the little kids in front of him.

Belron was aggrieved and hung his head.

Aemon raised his head and pouted to show his dissatisfaction.

The sisters Benilla stood on both sides, with a wilted Lyanna in the middle.

"Alas."

After a long while, Maester Mukun sighed and said sadly: "None of you have completed the homework left by the academy."

"Old bastard, I've finished it!"

Aemon crossed his arms and was very arrogant.

Maester Mukun found a book, took a rough look, and directly pointed out: "Your handwriting is good, but you didn't do the handicraft class I assigned to you."

"I did it."

Berlon took a peek and raised his hand.

Maester Mukun's face darkened, and he took out a book alone and said sternly: "The prince's swordsmanship is good, but his handwriting doesn't show any swordsmanship achievements."

The voice suddenly rose, scaring a few little kids.

Lyanna pouted and tears filled her eyes.

It was her first day of class, what does it have to do with her.

"I'm going to find my sister..."

The tip of Lyanna's nose turned red, and she was about to retreat when Benila covered her mouth.

Benila and Renya held down the youngest Carrot Head at the same time, with serious eyes to prevent her from crying.

Lyanna threw her head back, tears of sadness streaking down her face.

"Okay, I don't want to waste your time."

Bachelor Mukun was still very well-educated and continued to assign homework: "Prince Bellon, I will arrange a study partner for you to complete history and mathematics."

Then, he looked at Eamonn, who looked unconvinced, and said seriously: "In seven days, you have to plant a pot of flowers yourself and hand it over to me."

"Why?"

Aemon demanded.

His homework is the best, and every item is in perfect harmony with the books.

"Yeah, why?"

Bachelor Mu Kun asked back and said bluntly: "You have enough wisdom, but you are not good at using it. Instead, you waste your talent."

How many people want to learn and devote themselves to academic research, but they regret it because they have a bad mind.

Among all the princes and princesses, Aemon was born with a photographic memory and had the greatest potential to become a bachelor.

But obviously, the king will not allow his child to become the second Dragonless One.

Maester Mukun could only deal with Aemon's laziness and arrogance and hone his patience by playing the piano, gardening, and stone carving.

Aemon was speechless and looked for loopholes to refute.

It's a pity that a good brain can only remember things, but cannot dig things out of thin air.

Belron patted his younger brother on the shoulder and asked, "Bachelor, did you tell me in advance that you would arrange a study companion for me?"

Who to talk to?

Of course the king and queen.

Bachelor Mu Kun was well prepared and clapped his hands: "You can rest assured that I will definitely satisfy you."

With the sound of applause, a boy walked out of the flowers outside the pavilion.

The boy has slightly curly brown hair, glancing brown eyes, and walks with his chest hunched over.

The distance from the flower bed to the pavilion took three minutes.

Bachelor Mukun pulled the boy over and introduced him solemnly: "Lionor Tyrell, the current Duke of Highgarden, has temporarily settled in the academy to study."

Little Leonor looked around and saw that they were all princes and princesses, but Na Na did not dare to speak.

Usually, people he meets are of lower status than him and will take the initiative to greet him.

A sudden change of environment is really hard to adapt to.

Bachelor Mukun dutifully took the hand of Beilon, who was looking at him, and said with a hidden smile: "The prince and the duke will go to school together, and your majesty will take the time to check the homework."

Two boys:...

"It's getting late, I'll take my leave first."

Bachelor Mu Kun completed his task, tucked the book under his arm, and left work with a straight face.

A few little beans were left looking at each other, and the atmosphere was indescribably awkward.

"Hmm, bad maester."

Eamonn got angry and turned around and walked out.

When passing by the flower bed, I paused depressedly and picked out a daisy.

"Let's follow up and take a look."

Benila explained, dragged Renia and chased after her.

"And me?"

Lyanna was left behind, her little eyes were extremely aggrieved.

"You come with me."

Belron pulled his sister, looked at the Duke of Highgarden, and spoke proactively: "I want to go back to the Red Castle to read the history books. Do you want to come?"

Little Leonor scratched his head and said hesitantly: "Yes, Your Highness?"

When he said the title, his voice was full of unconfidence.

"Oh, let's go,"

Belron seemed to have endured a weight that his age should not bear, and he raised his head and sighed.

The three of them walked out of the school gate together.

boom!

As soon as he went out, little Leonor was hit by someone and almost fell to the ground.

The person who hit the person didn't even look back, tightened his collar and quickened his pace.

Belron was dumbfounded and called to the man: "Stop!"

A closer look revealed that the other party was wearing brown linen clothes, which were not shabby and looked dirty.

He is not tall, his shoulders are not broad, and his hair is completely covered with a woolen felt hat.

Hearing Bellon's call to stop, he quickly ran away.

"Stop, boy!"

Alec appeared from the side, took off his brown collar, and took off his patched felt hat.

Dark brown curly hair spread out, revealing a freckled face with a crooked nose.

Alec glanced at him and grabbed a money bag from the other party's sleeve.

"A habitual criminal, Prince."

He threw the money bag to little Leonor and pressed the prisoner in front of Verron.

Belron tilted his head and saw the other person's face clearly, with a look of surprise in his eyes.

Ricinus shrunk his arms and chuckled: "Sorry, work-study."

…

At night.

Red Fort, bedroom.

Rhaegar had just bid farewell to the Northern Mission when he entered the door and saw two figures busy.

Sara had a straight face and packed her bags with her female companion Elena.

Rhaegar was confused. He looked at Rhaenyra, who was applying oil and care to the "Light of the Kingdom" beside the bed, and asked, "Are you going out?"

"That's right."

Rhaenyra nodded slightly, pointed her eyes towards the table, and said, "A letter from Lannar. She is not feeling well. Please ask me to take care of her."

"Lanael should find her own husband."

Rhaegar took out the letter hesitantly and persuaded: "Aegon is getting married soon. We should come forward together."

Aegon is the Prince of the Stepstones, with a higher status than Aemond and Daeron.

He organized the wedding, so how could Rhaenyra not be there.

"That's a shame."

Rhaenyra pretended to be pity and said softly: "According to the news, Daemon went to Slaver's Bay to show his power. I'm afraid I won't be able to make it to the wedding."

"Damon returns to Slaver's Bay?"

Rhaegar's eyes flashed, grasping the key point.

Rhaenyra continued: "I will take Baelon and the others away. If Jeyne is at ease, Daenerys and Anna can also be handed over to me."

After all, the two sides are in the period of cultivating feelings, and she is still very reasonable.

Rhaegar frowned and repeated: "Aegon's wedding is coming soon!"

"Laena needs someone to take care of her."

Rhaenyra looked up and stared, not giving in.

Rhaegar rolled his eyes, not believing such nonsense at all.

Rhaenyra retracted her gaze and turned her head away silently.

She would never stay in the same house with Jeyne, it would be better to return to Lys.

Of course.

Lanaer did write a letter, which means that the pregnancy vibration reaction before the due date is not right.