Chapter 431: Earthquake at the River Bend

Time flies, especially in the River Bend where people are content to enjoy themselves.

In a blink of an eye, several days passed.

On this day, Rhaegar got up early as usual and went downstairs with a pair of slightly drunken dark circles under his eyes.

Margaery had been waiting for a long time. She covered her mouth with an exaggerated expression and said in surprise: "Prince, you still don't have a good dream."

Rhaegar glanced at her and said: "What a fuss."

He casually held up her long silver hair and walked straight to the dining table.

Margaery was speechless for a moment, and swallowed the comforting words she had prepared.

The host and the guest remained silent and sat down to eat.

Rhaegar didn't say a word, and took a big bite of the monotonous bread and sausage.

Margaery watched silently, and the milk she sipped was no longer fragrant.

The prince was as handsome and passionate as in the picture book story, but unfortunately he had a mouth that didn't forgive people.

People are sometimes very strange.

Always add some unreal things in my mind.

After a long time of contact, there will be a kind of disillusionment and sadness.

Feeling the female gaze, Rhaegar couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

Daily observation, he evaluated Margaery with two words.

Chatterbox + Drama

Ignore her, she can chatter for an hour alone and find out the topic you want to talk about accurately.

If you don't want to be annoyed, the best way is to force the words back into her warm throat like a mop as soon as the other party shows signs of illness.

Stab hard!

"I'm done."

After drinking the warm milk, Rhaegar gently rubbed the dark circles under his eyes and asked, "Is the Duke not back yet?"

"I wrote yesterday that my father has set off and I believe he will return to Highgarden soon."

Margaery was in high spirits, managed her expression well, and responded patiently.

"That's good, the front line can't wait too long."

"Don't worry, Tyrell is your most loyal ally."

Margaery smiled and talked about her father's loyalty, reliability and hard work.

In order to ensure the position of the crown prince, he once had a spark with Hightower.

And the determination to call on the whole realm to support this war.

"Old Tyrell is a good man."

Rhaegar nodded, his eyes staggered and fell on a bottle of red roses decorating the dining table.

In addition to money, the most abundant thing in Highgarden is roses.

In the wide courtyard, various varieties of roses are planted, and the fragrance of flowers is fragrant all year round.

The roses on the dining table are very beautiful, three tied into a bunch, and the petals are bright red.

Rhaegar crossed his hands and stared in a trance.

This bunch of red roses is extremely beautiful, but it is too gorgeous, which is too much.

Just as I was looking at it seriously, a rose tilted its head, like a person falling asleep.

Click——

The flower neck is fragile, and the rose breaks without warning, gently hitting the white marble table.

During the bump, a few petals fell, as if bright red dye was smeared on white paper.

Rhaegar was stunned for a moment and retracted his gaze.

Margaery saw this and said, "The squire didn't choose well. Why did he pick a rose that looked like a candle in the wind?"

"Is it the squire's fault or the rose's fault?"

Rhaegar was lost in thought and muttered to himself.

Strangely enough, I haven't had a dream for a long time since the war broke out.

Since I moved into Highgarden, where everything is almost perfect, my tense nerves have relaxed and I have nightmares every night.

Last night, I dreamed of war and fire burning through the flower gardens. The wailing accompanied by the falling petals formed a contrast between killing and beauty.

Ta-da...

There was a light footstep on the stairs. Helena, in a little white dress, stood at the foot of the stairs holding the handrail.

Rhaegar looked over when he heard the sound.

Helena looked dazed and blurted out, "A beast out of its cage is hard to stop."

Rhaegar frowned and tried to understand this abrupt motto.

Margaery wiped the milk stains from the corners of her lips and stepped forward to ask, "Helena, what do you mean?"

She was smart and could hear the hidden meaning.

Dong! Dong! Dong!

As soon as the words came out, three bells rang outside the castle, heavy and depressing.

Rhaegar and Margaery changed color instantly and turned their heads to look outside.

According to the tradition of Highgarden, one bell represents peace, two bells indicate alert, and three bells symbolize mourning.

Bang——

A muffled sound came from the open carved door, and a knight in silver armor stained with blood fell to the ground with a sad face:

"My Lord Duke, he passed away!"

"What!!"

Rhaegar was shocked.

Margaery was more direct, her eyes rolled up, and her body fell backwards.

Helena was right beside her, watching expressionlessly.

Dong!

Margaery's head hit the ground, and the crisp sound of porcelain woke up the Highgarden rose again.

He took a deep breath, his head buzzing.

Rhaegar chose to ignore it and walked out of the gate with his knights.

Old Tyrell was his supporter, balancing the richest River Reach in the Seven Kingdoms.

Now he died inexplicably, which was a loud slap in his face.

…

Soon, they arrived at the Temple of the Seven Gods behind the castle.

Rhaegar strode in, with Margaery and Helena hanging behind him.

In the center of the temple, several silent sisters wearing veils were cleaning the body of a fat old man.

Lady Elisa was not far away, staring with tears in her eyes.

Marrying a fifty-year-old man at a young age, and becoming a widow after enjoying the happiness for two days, it was really unexpected.

Rhaegar approached a certain distance and looked at the motionless corpse.

With a kind face and gray hair, he was an old man who took good care of himself.

At this moment, a bloody hole as big as a bottle cork was broken in the old man's chest, and the coagulated blood stains had been wiped clean.

"Arrow wound?"

Rhaegar was silent.

There were no other wounds on the body. He was shot through the heart and lungs by an arrow, and died without pain.

"Father!!"

Malishan suddenly screamed and rushed to the corpse in tears.

Kneeling in front of the stone bed, crying heartbrokenly.

Rhaegar slowly backed away, staring at the knight fiercely.

The knight shuddered and said hurriedly: "The Duke had a big quarrel with Lord Mond and left Oldtown. He was ambushed on the way and shot off his horse by an arrow. We finally managed to get back the Duke's body."

As he spoke, a look of fear appeared on his face.

There were not many people in the ambush, about a hundred, all equipped with crossbows.

Old Tyrell led even fewer people, thirteen knights and thirty cavalrymen.

On the way, they passed a farmland and were knocked off their horses by a tripwire.

Then, crossbow arrows were shot secretly.

Old Tyrell was not wearing armor and was assassinated at the first sight.

If it weren't for the thirteen knights who died to protect him, the body would have been shot into a hedgehog.

In the end, only five knights dragged the Duke's body back, and the rest were all killed.

Rhaegar closed his eyes slightly, and the more he listened, the more he could not suppress his anger. He gritted his teeth and asked: "Who ambushed them? Is there any mark?"

"It seems to be a mercenary from the Narrow Sea."

The knight had never been on the battlefield and had limited knowledge.

After a moment of hesitation, the knight suddenly came to his senses and took out a one-foot-long steel-headed crossbow arrow.

Rhaegar took it and looked at it, sneering: "Good guy, a three-arrow crossbow produced in Myr."

No need to think, the ambushed must be a mercenary from the Narrow Sea.

Crack——

With a force from his big hand, the crossbow arrow broke in the middle.

Rhaegar suppressed his anger and squeezed out a voice through his teeth: "Assassinating the Duke of a Realm, you are so brave!"

War has its own rules.

Before winning or losing, no one would be so crazy as to carry out assassination.

Especially the decapitation operation against the Duke of a Realm.

This is not to weaken the enemy's strength, but to stimulate the enemy in the most disgusting way and detonate the war to the end.

Rhaegar walked out of the temple angrily without saying a word.

Boom! Dong!

Suddenly, two more bells rang.

The meaning is warning.

…

High Court, outside the city wall.

A cavalry galloped to the city gate, raising dust.

The big flag carried by the team depicted a burning tower with a green background.

"Hiss--"

Suddenly, an angry dragon roar resounded through the sky, as if thunder exploded in the ears.

The cavalry team of a hundred people raised their heads in unison, looking at the sky in shock.

A black dragon rushed down from the clouds, causing bursts of tearing wind.

Boom--

The black wings covered the clouds and the sun, and the dragon body like a coal mountain landed outside the city wall.

The black dragon and the white wall are more vivid than the cruel reality.

"Hiss--"

The glutton's green vertical pupils were cold, and he stretched his neck to roar at the cavalry.

Immediately, the war horses were frightened and ran wildly, and a group of people and horses fell to the ground.

"Hold steady, don't panic."

Mund Hightower tightened the reins and called out to his men.

The gluttons moved at the same time, slowly crawling towards this side, with strands of green dragon flames spilling out of their fangs.

Rhaegar sat on the dragon's back and said coldly from a high position: "The feudal lord was assassinated, what is the intention of Lord Mond coming here!"

Old Tyrell left Oldtown after quarreling with Mond, and was assassinated on the way.

The body had just been transported back to Highgarden, and Mond followed closely behind.

Isn't it very suspicious.

Facing the terrifying black dragon, Mond pulled his horse back, his voice trembling: "Prince, the cavalry of Highgarden asked me for help."

Rhaegar's eyes condensed and searched among the cavalry.

A cavalryman with intact robes stood up, with a golden rose emblem engraved on the round shield behind him.

"Deserted from the battlefield?"

Rhaegar saw through it at a glance.

The cavalry shook their heads and said in panic, "It was the Knight who asked me to go for help. I went to Hive City first, and then rushed to Old Town."

Rhaegar looked again and saw that there were more than a dozen cavalrymen in the team with three Hive emblems engraved on their shields.

It was difficult to say whether it was true or not.

Rhaegar looked at Mond again and asked, "Have you caught the murderer?"

Mond hurriedly said, "It was too late when I arrived. Only a few bodies of Tyroshi mercenaries were left."

Tyroshi is rich in mercenaries, and their colorful dyed hair is very recognizable.

Hearing this, Rhaegar secretly clenched his fists and forced himself to calm down.

"Dorne! Damn war!"

Just when Dorne was in rebellion, the assassination of the Duke of Highgarden, who had been hated for generations, undoubtedly provoked the nerves of the entire Riverland and even Westeros.

Taking a deep breath, Rhaegar roared: "Gather the coalition forces of the Riverland and conquer Dorne today!"

"Hiss--"

The glutton roared, felt the anger of the driver, flapped his wings and soared into the sky.

Rhaegar's heart was cold, but his mind remained calm.

Not long after the assassination, he was going to intercept the group of mercenaries.

By the way, find out how the mercenaries sneaked into the interior of the Riverland.

And how did they know the whereabouts of old Tyrell.

...

It was night.

Ravens from Highgarden flew out in large numbers, and the entire Reach was turned upside down.

No matter how great or small the nobles were, they all took their family soldiers and rushed to Highgarden overnight.

A belief that came together without any prior agreement.

Revenge!

Revenge on Dorne, who was invading!