Chapter 479: Poor Otto (Happy Dragon Boat Festival)

"Peace!"

Rhaegar's tone was affirmative, and he continued: "What should be conquered has been conquered, and what should be surrendered has chosen to surrender. The kingdom needs to rest and recuperate."

Daemon frowned and was unconvinced: "There are still many rebels in Dorne, and Braavos is just pretending."

"This is father's wish." Rega's eyes were bright.

The new sea king of Braavos offered good peace terms, willing to settle the Dornish rebellion and maintain trade in the disputed land.

The Targaryen had no reason to refuse.

Daemon obviously didn't think so. He thought his nephew was trying to suppress him by his brother, and said unfavorably: "As long as Viserys is willing, we will block the waters of Dorne and kill all those sand people sooner or later."

"Braavos is right on the edge of the Shivering Sea. A few dragons will fly over and bomb it into ruins within a month."

Viserys is just weak and longs for a false peace.

Rhaegar shook his head and chuckled, otherwise he would follow the good uncle's strategy, but instead asked: "Have the ruins of Tyrosh been rebuilt?"

"Huh?" Damon narrowed his eyes.

Rhaegar glanced at his sleeping father and continued: "Today, Lys and Myr have not been completely rebuilt, and hundreds of thousands of people are struggling every day. We cannot just occupy an ashes city."

After occupying the Three Women's Kingdom for several months, they have yet to rule in the true sense.

Now that the Martell family of Dorne has taken the lead in declaring their surrender, the territory of Dorne, which was reduced to ashes under the dragon's wrath, will also be included in the territory of the Iron Throne.

But occupation and domination are two different things.

Rhaegar couldn't help but laugh: "It's funny, I haven't arranged for internal affairs talents to go to Lys and Myr.

Damon's eyes flashed with a dangerous light, warning: "If we don't take advantage of the opportunity to work hard now, it will be difficult to have such a good situation in the future."

He recognized the intractable diseases raised by his nephew.

Targaryen has the power to conquer Dorne and the Free Cities, but does not have the corresponding governance capabilities.

The most important thing.

Today, Tyrosh still uses the same officials as before the capture. When he is not in the city-state, Mesalia manages everything.

The only reason for not giving up the war is inner pride and desire for trust.

Lei Jia had a good eye for fire and figured out the thoughts of his good uncle, and said: "If you eat one bite, you will not become fat, but you will choke to death."

Conquering the Three Kingdoms and Dorne, the territory includes the Stepstone Islands, the Dorne Sea, and the Summer Sea. Just managing and garrisoning them is a difficult problem.

The amount of money spent is astronomical.

Since his father was bedridden, he had only one idea for the time being.

Stop wars, recover gains from new territories, and build wealth for the next war.

Damon lowered his head and thought deeply, considering the wealth and prestige gained from this war, and the great cause in the plan, and said coldly: "What do you want me to do?"

"Support me and my father, don't side with the sea snake and help others do harm."

Rhaegar put it bluntly.

"The sea snake is just seeking revenge for its son."

"Do you believe this yourself?"

Rhaegar asked rhetorically and lifted the fig leaf: "The Sea Serpent has lost his heir. He just wants to use war to bring everyone down and satisfy his own selfish desires."

There are more than just sea serpents in House Velaryon.

The late Wymonde Velaryon raised five sons.

This does not include other side bloodlines.

The fundamental reason why the sea snake bites him to death is that he is unwilling to hand over Chaotou Island, which he has pushed to its peak, to outsiders, and wants to gain a sliver of leeway for himself.

Damon said: "Since you can see it so clearly, you should know that he and I are on the same side."

That was his father-in-law and best ally.

Rhaegar glanced sideways and said calmly: "I will make you the Prince of Tyrosh, and Tyrosh will be the home of the family you established."

Damon smiled evilly: "Deal."

Private occupation is better than an upright enfeoffment.

This is what he wants.

Fiefdom/identity!

…

Next night, sunset and dusk.

Leonor received the envoys from Braavos and Dorne and led both parties to the throne room.

At this time, the hall was full of people.

Rhaegar held the black fire and sat on the Iron Throne, looking down from above.

Daemon sat first under the Iron Throne, with an uncertain smile on his face.

"Prince, the messenger is here."

Leonor stood opposite Damon and respectfully introduced the two envoys.

On the Braavos side is a lean man with brown curly hair, a golden watch hanging on his chest, and his whole person exudes a refined and rigorous demeanor.

Dorn's side was a tall young man with white blond hair and blue eyes, wearing a set of heavy plate armor.

The lean man bowed and saluted, and spoke first: "Dear Breaker of Shackles, Bales of Braavos sends you my sincere greetings. May you inherit the greatness and wisdom of the conqueror."

"Please get up!"

Rega said loudly.

The tall young man took a step forward, put one hand on his chest, and said respectfully: "Doris of the Dane family, on behalf of Prince Quill of Sunspear, greets you."

Rhaegar looked at him specifically and asked, "Who are you, Davos Dane?"

Doris's expression remained unchanged and he replied: "He is my cousin, the strongest knight in Starfall City, and the deceased Buddha's Divine Sword."

Rhaegar nodded to show that he understood and went straight to the point: "The proposal of the Sea King of Braavos is very tempting. The Iron Throne yearns for peace, but it is really forced to start a war."

Bells smiled slightly: "Sepandam Sea King also likes peace and asked me to bring you a gift."

After clapping their hands, several foreigners came in carrying a box.

The box was opened, and it was filled with all kinds of gold, silver, jewelry, and precious antique porcelain.

Rhaegar didn't care about it, and said casually: "I received the sincerity of the Sea King."

Bells waved his hand to signal his men to retreat, and suggested: "The Sea King also said that the money borrowed by the Myr Bank will be settled at the best exchange rate to support the repair of the city-state."

Rhaegar's mouth corners rose, thinking to himself, is this a reminder not to cheat and not repay?

However, the other party is very controversial, and he is not a bad guy. He smiled and said: "Thank the Sea King for me. The Iron Bank has a long reputation and will continue to lend in the future."

It's another matter whether it is repaid or not, but it must be borrowed.

It's best to get stuck in the repayment time of 60 years and start a war to conquer Braavos in advance.

Then you don't have to pay back the money.

Bells' eyelids twitched slightly, and he cursed inwardly.

The Iron Throne continues to borrow, so it won't be repaid, right?

Rhaegar directly shifted his sight and fell on Doris, thinking of green in his mind.

He opened his mouth slightly and wanted to ask questions.

Suddenly, there was a rush of footsteps outside the hall, and a figure rushed in.

Corliss walked up to the crowd with a gloomy face and angrily, and asked as soon as he came up: "Prince, the Dorne rebellion is still going on, and the soldiers on the front line are fighting bravely. How can you negotiate peace without authorization!?"

"Shut up!"

Without Rhaegar saying anything, Lyonor shouted indignantly, "Lord Corliss, you are in front of the regent, you are just a minister in front of the king, don't forget your status and etiquette!"

Questioning the decision made by the king and the crown prince, thinking that he, the prime minister in front of the king, is just eating dry food.

Corliss was speechless and gritted his teeth and said: "Sorry! I just have a reasonable question, as the naval marshal."

As soon as the voice fell.

Rhaenys hurried over, her eyebrows and eyes contained a trace of inextricable fatigue.

She nodded to Rhaegar, who was at the top, to show respect, then stood beside Corliss and whispered in his ear: "Look at Daemon's position."

Corliss was startled when he heard this, and finally noticed that Daemon was standing under the Iron Throne, looking at him with a smile on his face.

"Damn, this treacherous villain."

Corliss gnashed his teeth in hatred.

The two of them had clearly agreed to do their best for each other's interests.

Rhaenys saw through her husband's thoughts and said as usual: "Daemon only does his best for himself."

She never had a good impression of Daemon, her son-in-law and cousin.

Just like after rescuing Pentos, she asked him to stay in the disputed land to guard it.

Daemon still rushed to Dorne regardless of anything.

Lyonor interrupted the couple's whispers and said in a loud voice: "Lord Corliss, this is not the greenhouse of Tidehead Island, you can treat it as you please."

Corliss's already dark face became even darker, and he said sullenly: "The peace negotiation is of great importance. Your Majesty and the Crown Prince should hold a royal meeting to make a decision, instead of acting alone."

Lyonor was not in a good mood and was about to retort.

Rhaegar waved his hand to interrupt and signaled him to wait.

Facing Corliss's questioning, letting Lyonor deal with it alone obviously could not achieve the goal.

Corliss's eyes moved to Rhaegar, wanting to see what he had to say.

Rhaegar knocked on Blackfyre, without a trace of smile: "Lord Corliss, the peace negotiation is imperative, and you have no right to object."

"I am the Minister of the Navy, and I also serve as the Admiral of the Navy during wartime."

Corliss pointed at himself with his right hand to further emphasize his identity.

In the Narrow Sea War and the Dorne War, the Velaryon family contributed the most and always rushed to the first place on the battlefield.

Rhaegar's eyes flickered, and he said, "I know you have made great sacrifices. If there are any questions or difficulties, we will hold a family dinner later and we will solve the problems together."

Many things cannot be said openly, especially on today's occasion.

Corliss frowned, obviously reluctant.

Rhaenys pulled him and smiled: "We will look forward to this dinner."

After a pause, he said meaningfully: "Just like hoping that the Iron Throne will win, even if you give up everything, you will still be happy."

As he said, his eyes stared at his nephew, believing that he would understand.

Rhaegar understood it completely and expressed his understanding: "Don't worry, everyone will like this dinner."

"Very good." Rhaenys smiled brighter and clapped her hands: "Let us leave first and prepare for the dinner."

"Don't you think so, Corliss?"

Corliss looked sideways, looked at his wife's warning eyes, and bowed his head helplessly: "Yes, Prince."

People have to bow their heads under the eaves.

Targaryen is no longer the Targaryen of the past, and Velaryen is no longer the Velaryen of the past.

Rhaegar smiled: "Okay, dinner is waiting for you two."

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thankful for Aunt Rhaenys's consideration.

After all, Corliss had made outstanding military achievements, and even sacrificed his only heir, almost cutting off his bloodline.

Relying on the background of Velaryon and the relationship with Lanar.

The worst result is to break up.

Rhaenys nodded to Daemon and Lyonor again, and pulled Corliss away quickly.

Away from this place of trouble.

After the episode, Rhaegar's eyes fell on Doris again.

Doris had been preparing for a long time, and took the initiative to speak: "Prince, I met a suspicious person in the Summer Sea, and I took the initiative to capture him."

He waved his hand outside, and two knights with the family emblem of the Dayne family on their armor pressed one person in.

Thick curly hair, black clothes with green stripes, and a face that was so familiar that it couldn't be more familiar.

Otto was in a state of disgrace, allowing the two knights to hold his arms and walk with his left leg hanging limply, dragging on the cold black stone floor.

Bang——

The two knights pushed hard, and Otto fell heavily to the ground, uttering a muffled groan of pain.