Chapter 413 Dragon Taming Props

Rhaegar was impressed after watching it. It was hard not to admire the "straightforward nature" of the Dragon King family.

"No wonder there are so many patterns of men and women having sex on the murals."

It seems that the ancestors left action guidance to their descendants.

Rhaegar: "A mysterious family style, no wonder the Targaryens can't compare."

Look at the Targaryens.

Aegon married a pair of sisters and only had two sons.

It's hard to evaluate!

Aerys I had four sons and two daughters.

Maegor had no children in his life and killed his brother's three sons.

Damn parricide!

Jaehaerys I had thirteen children, but none of them lived to inherit the Iron Throne.

Can give birth, but can't raise them!

Father Viserys, four sons and two daughters.

Even without great military exploits, he still lived up to the reputation of the young king.

Being able to give birth is a contribution!

Daemon had two daughters and a son who died young.

Rhaegar: "Retribution!"

He is still an uncle, coveting his niece and harming his nephew.

Rhaegar thought about it and pondered: "Rhaenyra gave me two sons, which barely meets the standard."

With the previous experience of his deceased mother Emma, ​​he was reluctant to let Rhaenyra have too many children.

"I will have other wives."

Rhaegar secretly complained.

There are young dragons Blizzard and Thrax in the Dragon Cave, and the ownerless Silver Wing and wild dragon Gray Shadow in Dragon Mountain.

There are more than 20 dragon eggs on Dragonstone.

If there are more offspring, there will be enough dragons to share.

After a moment of thinking, Rhaegar muttered in a low voice: "Aegon is a good material for having children."

The reproduction of the Targaryen bloodline cannot rely on him alone.

Aegon visits prostitutes every day, and his energy is so abundant, it is just right to make use of waste.

Aemond and Daeron must grow up quickly.

It is our duty to restore the glory of Targaryen!

"That's how my brother uses it." Rhaegar clenched his fist and pounded his palm.

One thought determines the future path of his brothers.

The three brothers that his father had worked so hard to give birth to, he couldn't just keep them in his pocket and not waste them.

Use! Use them vigorously!

...

It was getting close to dusk.

Rhaenys waited at the edge of the pit, waiting for her nephew to appear.

"Rhaegar has been in for a long time."

Rhaenys looked worried.

Grey Worm came over and said in a hoarse voice: "Prince, should we detain the subdued rioters first?"

His abdomen was wrapped in a circle of bandages, and blood had stained a large area.

Rhaenys glanced at the back after hearing this.

Hundreds of Dreadnaughts formed a circle, and a group of rioters knelt in the middle.

Outside the ruins, thousands of valley knights patrolled to maintain order in the city.

The appearance of the gluttons dealt a severe blow to the morale of the rioters, and the riots gradually subsided.

Rhaenys groaned, "Wait a little longer, Rhaegar should be coming out soon."

There is no danger in the pit, and there are probably precious things.

It is normal to waste time and energy.

"Roar..."

The Glutton suddenly roared, and his green vertical pupils stared at the pit.

It sensed the disgusting breath.

Rhaenys and Grey Worm saw the Glutton's restlessness, and their hearts slowed down.

Rustle...

There was a sound of climbing, and a figure came out of the pit.

"It's me!"

Rhaegar was dirty all over, and a smile appeared on his face.

It can be seen that he is very happy.

Rhaenys looked at him again and again, and saw that her nephew had a few more items on him.

He carried a scroll on his waist, and the thin outer layer was slightly shiny.

He turned a silver-gray steel necklace in his right hand and held a black whip in his left hand.

Rhaegar was smiling, and it can be seen that he had gained a lot.

Rhaenys breathed a sigh of relief and stepped forward to ask with concern: "You haven't come out for so long, I thought something happened to you."

If her nephew had a problem in front of her, her always weak cousin would definitely fight with her

"Good things need to be carefully searched, wasting some time."

Rhaegar raised his two hands, the meaning was self-evident.

Rhaenys hesitated for a moment, her eyes were solemn in vain.

The necklace is a ring structure, with ripples on the surface.

"Valyrian steel?"

Rhaenys gave a questioning look and took the necklace in her hands.

Yes, it is a Valyrian steel necklace, the material is exactly the same as the dark sisters.

Lifting the necklace above her head, under the red glow of the setting sun, the round pendant exudes a sense of simplicity.

The pendant is engraved with two crowned dragons circling on one side, and some strange and difficult to understand inscriptions on the other side.

Rhaenys looked again and again, and her eyes shifted to the bracelet worn by Rhaegar.

A Valyrian steel bracelet with similar inscriptions engraved on the surface.

Rhaenys was no fool, and touched the necklace curiously.

After a while, she reluctantly returned it to her nephew.

Helplessly, she said, "The gods favor you, and all good things fall into your pocket."

Rhaegar smiled brightly, swung the necklace around his wrist.

The murals, books, containers, and treasure chests in the semi-ruins are all pretense, and the real treasures are buried underground.

Facing a family of dragon kings with ancient blood, Rhaegar tried his best to explore.

He had a mysterious scroll that could detect the relics of ancient Valyria, so he naturally took it out and used it.

Under the floor of the palace pillars, the Valyrian steel necklace in his hand was buried.

Inside the pendant, there is a five-foot square storage space.

Much larger than the three-foot square of his space bracelet.

In the space, there is a mountain of gold and various difficult-to-mine ores.

Rhaenys looked at the black whip again and said bluntly: "Is it also a treasure?"

"A sharp eye." Rhaegar's smile became brighter.

In fact, the value of this black whip is even more than a space prop.

The whip is pitch black, like the deepest night sky.

The material of the whip is unknown, suspected to be the tendons of some creature, with a layer of fine barbs like scales on the surface.

The handle is one foot long, made of Valyrian steel, and engraved with unknown inscriptions that are more mysterious than space inscriptions.

Just looking at it will make you dizzy and uncomfortable.

Snap——

Rhaegar swung his hand, and the black soft whip flew like a snake, hitting the ground heavily.

The whip was very flexible, stirring up a cloud of dust and leaving a pit.

"Hiss——"

Suddenly, the glutton roared loudly, supported by his wings to stand up, and exuded a pungent smell of ash all over his body.

This smell is out of the stench of cannibalism, usually only dragons can smell it.

At this time, the smell of ash spread, making people feel as if they were in a disaster.

Snap——

Rhaegar swung the whip again.

"Hiss——"

The glutton's green vertical pupils flashed with tyranny, and he could no longer hold back and spit out a mouthful of dragon flame.

Rhaegar's expression remained unchanged, and he suddenly said: "Attack upwards!"

The words were spoken in High Valyrian, with an unquestionable mysterious meaning.

The next second.

The Glutton's green vertical pupils instantly became clear, his neck was raised high, and the dark green dragon flames sprayed into the sky.

Snap——

Rhaegar threw out the third whip, and the corners of his mouth rose: "Hold your breath!"

The Glutton was very obedient, and closed his dragon mouth in silence.

I immediately lowered his dragon head, and his green vertical pupils looked at the driver with full inquiry, and he sniffed hard with his nose.

The driver's instructions were particularly clear in his mind, and years of running-in made it execute naturally.

But the disgusting smell he smelled remained unchanged.

Looking at the dragon's mouth that was about to arch to his chest, Rhaegar smiled apologetically: "Good man, I'm sorry to scare you."

After saying that, he hugged the dragon's mouth with rough scales and rubbed it hard to show closeness.

"Roar!"

The glutton shook his head in annoyance, shaking off the touch of the driver.

The vertical pupils, as big as bronze bells, locked onto the whip in his hand.

It was very sure that this thing was causing trouble.

The whipping sound just now startled it, and it subconsciously spit out dragon flames to attack.

Rhaegar staggered, put the mysterious scroll and the black soft whip into the space necklace, and hugged the big evil dragon again.

"Don't be angry, it's just a dragon taming prop."