Chapter 408 Rega: Who Has No Vacation?

The next day.

The weather was clear and the breeze was gentle.

In the Mande River Basin, the Bitter Bridge stood alone on both sides of the river, like a single tree that was not afraid of wind and frost.

Hula la la...

The long river was more than dozens of meters wide, and the depth was no less than a house. The river water was clear and you could see the bottom.

The sandy land on the edge of both sides was connected to the lawn, and the flowers swayed gently in the wind.

After a night of heavy rain, the flowers and plants were full of vitality, but there were no small animals.

"Roar..."

Upstream of the river, a giant dragon as black as charcoal lay 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 lay in the river, barely covering its chest and abdomen, and its tall back could not touch the water.

Plop——

The slender dragon's tail swung violently, and the river water seemed to explode, and large pieces of water splashed up and fell.

The glutton narrowed his green vertical pupils, and placed his dragon head on the river bank, letting the river water wash his body.

I was soaked in the rain last night, and I feel uncomfortable!

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

Plop——

A silver-haired figure broke out of the water and swam to the side of the dragon.

"Huh! It's so cool."

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

"Roar..."

The glutton glanced at him, suspecting that the driver had a problem swimming so early in the morning.

Rhaegar half-closed his eyes until he wiped off the transparent water droplets, and said comfortably: "Occasionally going out for an outing will help to make your body and mind happy."

He shook his head, and the bean-sized water droplets fell off, and he turned his head to wring out his wet silver hair.

One person and one dragon soaked in the water, naked to see each other.

Rhaegar had a handsome figure, his porcelain-white skin reflected white in the sun, and his solid muscles were like a sculpture carved by a stonemason.

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 Casway of Bitter Bridge came, he saw such a world-famous painting.

Baron Casway was slightly lost in thought, watching such a scene in worship.

The crown prince had his back to him, his silver hair scattered around his waist, and his naked body was like a masterpiece of divine work.

The river water covered his waist and splashed mist on his skin.

He raised his hand and gently rubbed the dragon's thick neck, the porcelain white and black formed a sharp contrast.

"Lord Casway, although we are both men, your gaze is still very presumptuous."

He was stunned, and the disdainful voice came into his ears.

He looked up again, and the scene in front of him changed slightly.

There was a trace of hostility in the glutton's vertical pupils, and the dragon head was suspended above his head at some point.

Rhaegar faced this side, his handsome face with a sense of enchantment.

I don't know what's going on.

He was cute when he was young, weak and a little gloomy.

As he grew up, he became stronger and stronger, with obvious male characteristics.

After transforming into a dragonborn, his body gradually became perfect, with a kind of androgynous beauty.

"My mother gave me a good look."

Rhaegar said to himself, put on a white towel and walked towards the river bank.

Hualala...

The glutton got up first, spread his dark wings that covered the sky, and the water drops turned into a drizzle.

Rhaegar walked out of the river, and a few red blood vessels appeared on his porcelain white skin, and the water vapor evaporated naturally.

He took out a set of black clothes from the space bracelet and put them on as if no one was around.

Loosening his collar, Rhaegar asked, "Lord Caswell, I need you for something later."

Baron Caswell kept bowing, not daring to look at him again. He replied, "It's my honor to serve you."

"Let's go."

Rhaegar was amused and patted his shoulder.

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

Let's be honest.

The Caswell family of Bitter Bridge is indeed loyal and strictly follows Rhaegar's orders.

Rhaegar glanced back at Bitter Bridge and secretly thought about how to make the most of this territory.

Although the Caswell family is only a baron, in terms of wealth and status, it is not inferior to most noble families in the River Bay.

In particular, the castle is in an excellent location, which is the only way from the River Bay to the King's Territory.

Thinking and talking along the way, he told Baron Caswell some of his ideas.

Baron Caswell was amazed and praised him repeatedly.

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

But the crown prince wants to expand the mushroom market to the river bay, and the bitter bridge will be the first stop like a bridgehead.

The economy is flowing, and 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.

Baron Caswell's wife is a virtuous woman, who stood in front of the door to wait for the crown prince.

Rhaegar greeted him and showed a friendly smile.

He liked this atmosphere of harmony between the monarch and his subjects.

While eating breakfast, Rhaegar cut fresh ham with a knife in his hand, calm and at ease.

Baron Caswell straightened his back and invited: "Prince, why not stay in Bitterbridge for a few days and experience the customs and customs of the Reach."

As a baron, Caswell wanted to make progress.

He looked at the yellow centaur emblem hanging in the castle hall and thought that he would carry forward the tradition.

Rhaegar paused and pondered.

There was the God's Eye Tournament, the Dragonstone Ceremony, and then the Disputed Land War involving both sides of the Narrow Sea...

It would be a lie to say that he was not tired.

In addition, the Red Castle was also holding a Girls' Day exhibition, a lot of trivial matters.

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

He thought about how lively and sensible he was when he was a child.

He rode on the Glutton and flew all over the sky.

He is only 16 years old now, and his life is more tiring than his father, an old man.

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

Ideas arise and grow wildly.

Rhaegar's thoughts are clear, and he is about to agree.

"Caw..."

Suddenly, there is a shrill cry, and a raven flies from the open castle gate to the dining table.

The guards are startled and pick up their weapons to stop it.

"Stop, this is a messenger raven."

Baron Caswell hurriedly stood up to stop it.

Rhaegar supported his chin with one hand, looking at the stupid raven, and couldn't help frowning.

He recognized it.

This is Tormund's shapeshifting raven.

When the raven comes, it must be bad.

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

Rhaegar muttered, and took off the notes tied to the raven's legs.

The first piece of letter paper recorded the situation in the Red Keep yesterday, and the traces of Aegon and Helena riding the dragon away.

Rhaegar's brows relaxed, and he shook his head and laughed: "Alyson is really shooting himself in the foot. How boring."

In the eyes of this stepmother, he is always a threat.

It seems that once he ascends the throne, he will put her in the dungeon and eliminate her brothers and sisters one by one.

Aegon obviously has a bright future, but he has to interfere and control it.

He will do this, and take Aegon out of the Red Castle directly on the dragon.

The two brothers traveled around the Seven Kingdoms on the dragon, and married the noble lady of whichever family they liked.

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

He had to make him an imaginary enemy and hang him on a tree in Hightower.

Seeing the end of the note, it means that Helena is going to Harrenhal.

Rhaegar tapped his face with his fingers and smiled: "Very smart, know to stay away from idiots."

Aegon fell into the trap and couldn't resist, but Helena was free.

Unless his father and brother step in to suppress him, Alison alone cannot stop a dragon rider.

Open the second note.

Rhaegar looked at it with a smile, and just after reading half of the content, his expression gradually became solemn.

News from Myr.

[The old powerful forces set off a riot, the lower-class civilians smashed and looted, and the city-state was in chaos]

The end of the note.

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

Rhaegar raised his eyebrows, and joy rushed to his heart.

"Dragon King Ruins?"

That is a Feng Shui treasure land that can't be found.

Many years ago, the Free Fortress of Ancient Valyria successively conquered the lands where the nine free trade city-states were located and created a vast territory.

Lys was once a summer resort for the Dragon King family.

Myr and Tyrosh are also trade ports under the Free Fortress Empire.

The Doomsday Scourge came too suddenly, and many of the legacy of the Dragon King family were buried by time.

Targaryen was not strong enough, so there were very few records in this regard.

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

"Maybe I can find the blood wizard and fire wizard inheritance of the system, or even worse, the knowledge about dragons."

Rhaegar thought to himself.

The only thing to pay attention to is that the riot in Myr was very strange.

The suppressed old nobles suddenly rose up, and the civilians who barely had enough food suddenly had more weapons and took advantage of the chaos to kill a large number of patrolling Dreadnought soldiers.

"Braavos."

Rhaegar's eyes flickered, and he thought of this quiet city-state at the first time.

Braavos is undoubtedly powerful, and it can be ranked first among the nine free trade cities.

But!

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

They can only make moves in economic sanctions and waterway trade.

Rhaegar sneered with disdain: "It's not a decent trick."

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

As long as the army is still in the city-state, some minor fights are not worth mentioning.

It's a good opportunity to catch the disobedient bugs and clean up the corrupt system that harbors filth.

After putting away the two pieces of letter paper, Rhaegar said with emotion: "Lord Caswell, thank you for your kindness. I'm sorry that I can't stay for long."

There is no way, there are so many right and wrong.

Baron Caswell was respectful and said seriously: "You are the crown prince, and the key is the key."

He didn't ask what happened, just support.

He was still young and had no children with his wife, so he naturally didn't participate in the Girls' Festival held in King's Landing.

If the crown prince hadn't suddenly visited on a dragon, he would have had a lifetime of hard work.

Rhaegar smiled, pointed to the castle vestibule, and asked: "After I leave, please send Lord Peake to Highgarden safely, and Lord Tyrell will take care of the aftermath for me."

Hearing this, Caswell was refreshed 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.

Caswell looked at the figure on the gallows, especially the three castles' emblem on his chest, and nodded vigorously: "Don't worry, I will escort you safely."

The person has been dead all night, so it's safe.

Rhaegar stood up, clapped his hands, and planned to leave.

After a little hesitation, he made a decision.

The Red Keep was deserted, so it was better to rush back to Myr.