Chapter 610 The Roar of the Young Dragon

Time flies, and time flies by.

Early spring, 131 AC.

King's Landing welcomes the tenth long summer, and the meadows are peaceful with warblers flying.

Mud Gate, Pier.

"Quick, don't waste time!"

"..."

Merchant ships with different canvases were moored, and merchants from all over the world disembarked, urging the sailors to carry their goods.

Today is the first day of early spring.

I heard that the king was going to hold a general meeting and entertain all the visiting guests.

The merchants are eager to open trade routes, with their ugly faces showing: "Hurry up, or all your money will be deducted!"

Suddenly, there were complaints.

…

Boom, boom, boom!

The bells of the Protestant churches rang, and the people in the city clasped their hands.

At this moment, the attendants inside and outside the Red Castle came and went quickly to entertain the guests.

boom--

Two huge golden objects flew by, and the strong wind blew the bronze bells, pushing the harmonious atmosphere to a climax.

"Hiss!"

A golden dragon streaked across Flea Bottom, its scales shining golden in the sun, and it flapped its pale pink fleshy wings.

The giant beast had a proud character and circled the city twice before reluctantly landing.

"Here comes the new god!"

The very old Leonor stood in the vestibule of the Red Castle, extremely happy: "Finally someone came to help me share the burden."

As he spoke, many gorgeously dressed businessmen passed by.

Under the leadership of the royal guards, they walked into the throne hall and banquet hall respectively.

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At this time, the parliament hall.

A group of imperial ministers were sitting at attention, all of whom were old acquaintances.

Viserys took a sip of wine and broke the dullness: "Rhaegar, the royal council is about to begin."

After years of cultivation, his old body has recovered well.

Viserys was neatly dressed, hiding his growing hairline and unkempt beard.

Allison decides what to wear, which cannot stand against the middle-aged man's cherishment of hair.

The sea snake sat at the opposite corner of the conference table, looking at the back of the young king standing in front of the window.

Playing with the pale stone ball with the palm of his hand, it made a crisp sound when it collided with the ball.

Judging from the furrowed brows, he is not as patient as he appears.

"Coming, father."

Rega turned around and joked with a smile: "Look outside, it's really full of flowers, and the fire is cooking oil."

A few years older, his temperament has become calmer.

Just a small movement of leaning on the window edge, as if the tall figure is leaning on the mountain, gives people a calmness that will not be shaken even if the sky falls.

Viserys raised his eyebrows, unhappy: "That's not a good word."

"But it is."

Rega walked to the conference table, pulled out the chair that symbolized royal power, and smiled vaguely: "As you and I can see, the prosperous age is coming."

As soon as these words came out, the ministers looked at each other in confusion, trying to understand the king's meaning.

The Targaryen dynasty captured the three free trade cities of Myr, Tyrosh, and Lys, plus the Stepstone Islands that blocked the route in the lower half of the Narrow Sea.

Over the years, the three city-states and the Stepstone Islands have earned as much wealth as they did in previous decades.

Controlling the lower half of the Narrow Sea is holding a cornucopia.

With astronomical amounts of money, the Seven Kingdoms ushered in an unprecedented prosperity.

Rhaegar sat back and asked with a smile: "In the annual summary, we all talk about any troubles."

Needless to say, the harvest is great, and the gold accumulated in the treasury is visible to the naked eye.

The sea snake put down the stone ball and was about to speak.

"Your Majesty, I have something to report."

Tai Lan spoke up first and interrupted him directly.

The sea snake rolled his eyes speechlessly and waited patiently for the other party to finish.

Tyran straightened his clothes and said solemnly: "The economy of Volantis has always been stable, but there have been some fluctuations recently."

"Oh, tell me."

Rhaegar asked curiously.

Tyran serves as both Minister of Civil Affairs and Regent of Volantis, and is already a powerful veteran.

The third son, Meka, also studied under him and was considered a loyal backbone of the royal family.

"Your Majesty, this matter is related to the revival of Slaver's Bay."

Tailan's expression changed and he complained: "Slaver's Bay made its fortune by selling slaves, and now it is making a comeback. In order to develop its economy in a short period of time, it has sent slave ships like crazy to rob passing merchant ships."

Once merchants at sea were captured and hijacked by slave ships, their goods and women could be taken away.

If you are not careful, men will be shackled and reduced to hard labor in repairing Slaver's Bay.

Hearing this, Rhaegar nodded his chin.

Slaver's Bay was not simple. After being captured and overthrown, the slave owners' momentum was greatly increased.

It has been quiet in recent years, but it turns out that it is holding back big moves.

"Your Majesty, I also have something to say."

The sea snake interrupted and stood up majestically.

Rega blinked, and based on the recent rumors, he probably guessed what the other party was going to say.

Looking slightly sideways, Intelligence Chief Tormund nodded secretly.

Rhaegar understood in his heart and said generously: "Please speak, Lord Corliss."

The old man lost his son and daughter successively, and he relied on his grandson and granddaughter to support him. He actually had great ambitions to rejuvenate himself.

In terms of maritime trade in the kingdom, thanks to this veritable minister of the sea.

Even merchant ships as far away as Asia will travel thousands of miles to the continent of Westeros.

"Your Majesty, this matter is also related to what Lord Tailan said."

The sea snake said solemnly, "You should know that not long ago, a shocking war broke out in the Basilisk Islands of the Sothoros continent, and almost a river of blood flowed."

"Of course." Rhaegar's eyes darkened.

The Basilisk Islands are a chaotic and dirty place where pirates, slave traders and prostitutes live.

Just two years ago, the remnants of the Three Women's Kingdom sailed to Sothoryos and set their sights on this unowned land.

The Lizard Islands distributed along the coast were the primary target of the attack.

But those pirates and slave traders were not vegetarians. Even if they gave the Lizard Islands to the invaders, they would find ways to secretly make trouble.

A fire today, and a well poisoning the next day.

There was even an admiral known as the "Summer Sea Steward" who took the lead in looting supplies shipped to the Lizard Islands.

The two sides engaged in a tug-of-war and spent several years.

"The Summer Sea Steward is dead."

The sea snake said in a shocking voice: "The remnants of the Three Women's Kingdom completely occupied the Lizard Islands. The Iron Bank lent them a large sum of money and bought building materials for fifty large ships from Pentos."

Those guys who refused to give up wanted to rebuild a free trade city on the Sothoryos continent.

Rhaegar looked normal and asked seriously, "What's the specific news?"

"The remnants of the Three Women's Kingdom have asked for help."

The sea snake's face was gloomy and he clenched his fists: "The Ironmen of the Iron Islands have come out in full force and followed Dalton Greyjoy, the king of the Iron Islands, to join the war."

"It is said that the Summer Sea has been dyed red, and thousands of sharks have not dispersed for a long time."

Rhaegar frowned slightly and looked at Tyran and the second position on his right.

Tyran was confused and said innocently, "My brother didn't give me any news. He was just enjoying himself."

In the second position, Otto Hightower, with gray hair on his temples, stood up and said silently, "The Ironmen are bad in nature, and the young voice of Oldtown dare not stop them."

"The Iron Group crossed the Summer Sea, and Oldtown must be on guard."

Rhaegar's eyes were deep, and he had no intention of pursuing the matter.

As early as half a year ago, he learned about the riot of the Iron Group.

However, the Iron Group did not invade Lannister Port or plunder ships in the Narrow Sea, so it did not attract attention.

Rhaegar expected something to happen, but he didn't expect the Iron Clan to engage in diplomacy.

"Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty."

Otto said seriously, "Dalton Greyjoy is an iron race who is born evil. After the war, he passed by the Summer Islands and slaughtered nine out of ten houses for supplies."

Such behavior is outrageous.

Rhaegar finally couldn't sit still after hearing this.

In addition to the three continents of Westeros, Essos, and Sothoryos, there are many islands in the world.

Among them, the Stepstones and the Summer Islands are the largest and most famous.

The latter is located in the Summer Sea. To the north is the Arbor Island where the Redwyne family is located. The other three directions are all vast oceans.

The island is rich in tropical trees and minerals, and the race is tall black people.

The civilization is relatively backward, and it belongs to a small place in a corner.

Such a poor and remote place has suffered an unexpected disaster.

The sea serpent took over the conversation, furious: "Dalton Greyjoy is brutal by nature. He was called the Red Sea Monster when he was a teenager. Recently, he robbed merchant ships near the Stepstone Islands under the banner of the Three Percent Alliance."

Defection to the kingdom's enemies, robbed the ships of the Velaryon family.

The two things were not important, and they all irritated the sea serpent's nerves.

I really thought Corliss Velaryon was old, and a young boy who was still wet behind the ears dared to provoke him.

"He is indeed a disgusting and ruthless character."

Rhaegar's thoughts turned, and he pondered: "Auntie is on Tidehead Island. Come with me to Sunspear City in a few days, and meet this red sea monster on the way."

Dorne is still in civil strife, divided into two parts, east and west.

Prince Quell is a royal stalwart and hopes to get some support.

Coincidentally, he was worried about the wild dragon Uragas far away in Sothoryos, and planned to check whether his injuries had recovered.

Gluttons are cunning by nature, and are particularly cruel to their own kind.

Uragas is slow to grow and will recover even slower from his injuries.

If he recovers from his injuries this time, he will migrate to Dragonstone to build a nest.

In addition, the intelligence chief's gossip said that a fisherman claimed to have seen traces of a giant dragon near the Dorne Sea.

Because of the heavy fog in the morning, it was not clear enough.

It was only said that the dragon was white and very large.

The only giant dragon that could wander near the Dorne Sea was the light silver Sea Smoke.

But Sea Smoke was only a fourth-generation dragon, and its size was far from being "very large".

Rhaegar was worried that it was a wild dragon, so he made up his mind to find out.

Dorne, the remnants of the Three Women's Kingdom, and the red sea monster, just need to be dealt with along the way.

"Your Majesty is wise."

The sea snake was quite satisfied with this and sat down happily.

Rhaegar smiled slightly, thinking more.

"Your Majesty, there is also Volantis."

Tyran stood up quickly and asked for help: "If we allow the Slave Bay to plunder wantonly, we will not be able to do business."

Volantis's trade is not as good as the three city-states on the other side of the Narrow Sea.

If this continues, I am afraid that the position of regent will end.

Rhaegar smacked his lips and said helplessly: "Lord Tyran, the revival of Slave Bay is unstoppable. At most, I will order Aegon to patrol on his dragon for a period of time and warn the slave ships to restrain themselves."

No matter how many merchant ships are plundered, they are not Westeros merchant ships.

Slave Bay is a Feng Shui treasure land, occupying a unique slave trade.

Rhaegar has no intention of attacking, and he has been infiltrating external forces imperceptibly.

There is no other reason, it's all because the family is too strong or too weak.

It is so strong that it occupies the three city-states and Qohor on the other side of the Narrow Sea, and the territory of the kingdom has almost doubled.

Weak because there are too few dragon riders and it is impossible to occupy more land.

When faced with those ambitious forces, we can only sigh in despair.

After saying that, Rhaegar spread his hands.

If he wants to expand his power based on the current territory, it will take at least another ten years.

Wait until his descendants grow up quietly, and then bring a "small" shock to the whole world.