MTL - Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day-Chapter 269 First arrival in Volantis

Chapter 269: First Arrival in Volantis

 Leaving the throne room, the servants quickly went to Grand Maester Meros for treatment.

 In the king's palace.

Grand Bachelor Melos came with a satchel and several young assistant bachelors.

Viserys sat back on the bench, covering his forehead with one hand and placing the other on the round table to play with.

“Your Majesty, the wound this time is very deep.”

Meiros had an old face, his cloudy pupils looked carefully, and he took out the hemostatic medicine to clean the wound.

Viserys endured the pain and sighed: "Sorry to trouble you, Grand Maester."

As he said this, he was still struggling inside.

　　It has been a while since he was cut by the Iron Throne, which made him lose his original vigilance.

 He was taboo with such open wounds on his hands.

 The assistant is a dark-skinned young man with short stubble hair and wearing a gray academic robe.

Mellos patiently reminded him of the precautions, packed up the props in his backpack, and silently walked out of the room with a few assistants.

 “Shut up, Orville!”

Meros scolded and stared at the assistant with a pair of warning eyes.

 “Hiss…”

Viserys' irritable voice sounded: "Elric, bring me some wine, I feel uncomfortable holding it in my chest!"

 After Cole resigned, he was elected Lord Commander of the Kingsguard.

At this time, Rhaegar was lying on the glutton's broad back, wearing a black robe and squinting his eyes to soak up the sunshine.

 The door is closed and the surroundings become quiet.

Viserys was in a very bad mood and forced a smile.

 “Gluttony, fly to the southeast.”

 Lately, the king's sleep has become worse and worse, and most of the time he can only sleep well after being drunk.

 “Cough cough cough…”

　　Ilik was helpless and lowered his head to find the servant to give him instructions.

The young man known as Orville quickly shut up and lowered his head, not daring to refute.

The air you breathe is very warm, but it doesn’t feel damp and sticky.

The sun shines on the exposed skin, and the whole body is warm.

 The Step Islands are the boundary between the Narrow Sea and the Summer Sea.

 “Yes, Your Majesty!”

 It extends eastward to the southern coast of Essos and the northern coast of Sothoros.

 “Grand Maester, the bandage you asked for.”

 Compared to the fashionable and cold eastern Westeros in early spring, the tropical climate of the Summer Sea is extremely comfortable and pleasant.

A strong voice sounded, commanding the dragon to fly in its direction.

“Your Majesty, please do not touch the wound with water, avoid greasy or spicy food.”

 …

 An endless ocean south of Dorne.

Suddenly, there was a stifling coughing sound in the palace, and the hoarse voice seemed to be coughing out the lungs.

Looking at the Grand Master wrapping the bandages around, the assistant couldn't help but said: "This herb is not very effective for Your Majesty. I have a new idea."

Such a comfortable environment made Lei Jia, who had not relaxed for a long time, change his usual tightness and cross his legs happily.

 After a long day's journey, the glutton crossed the stone staircase archipelago composed of large and small islands and officially entered the scope of the Summer Sea.

 The assistant on the side quickly handed over a roll of bandages boiled in boiling water.

 After a while, the coughing stopped.

Meros glanced at him and silently wrapped a bandage for the king.

Outside the palace, Ilik, dressed in silver armor and white robes, looked solemn and guarded the door for the king.

 The summer sea.

 Across the undulating sea, the sky is clear and a warm breeze blows.

High above the clouds, a ferocious dragon as black as charcoal flashed past, like a black meteor.

Ilik's expression changed slightly, and he was very worried about the king's health.

Meros spoke few words, wiped the blood from the wound, and applied crushed herbs.

 Specially responsible for the personal safety of the king.

 It will be clearly seen by the court officials and will cause useless worries and burdens on him.

 The glutton sensed the joyful mood of the pilot, and let out a low roar in his throat, slowly reducing his flying speed.

One person and one dragon soared between the sky and the sea, enjoying the breeze blowing on their faces and stealing half a day of leisure.

Rhaegar curled up his lips unconsciously, recalling the freedom of riding a dragon when he was young.

 Haven’t been so relaxed for a long time.

Glutton flapped a pair of jet-black wings, with green vertical eyes overlooking the distant continent of Essos, and soared in the right direction with a familiarity.

 It is nearly a hundred years old.

During the long wild dragon period, apart from sleeping on Dragonstone Island, it wandered across several continents.

 This sea below me, the continent in the distance...

 It has come, more than once.

Unconsciously, time passes quietly.

 The sun climbed to the middle of the sky, the temperature of the summer sea gradually increased, and the air became hot.

The Glutton flew across the sea and over a barren coast to the land of Essos.

 “Hurry, hold on to the cart, we have to deliver the goods to Volantis tonight…”

 “The wheel is stuck, please try harder...”

The dragon soared in the sky, casting its shadow over a town of different styles below.

Rhaegar vaguely heard someone speaking Valyrian. He recovered from his half-sleep and opened his eyes dimly.

 Climb to the edge of the dragon's back and survey the environment below.

It was a bustling town, with many vehicles coming in and out and passing through the towering white city walls.

The sound Rhaegar heard came from a small caravan driving south along the river.

The people in the caravan were dressed very differently, shielding themselves from the scorching sun, and working together to push a carriage that was stuck in the mud. “Harder, you slaves!”

　　　…”

The leader, a fat businessman in gold and silver, kept cursing and waving a whip to beat the crowd pushing the carriage.

From the first few words, it was known that these merchants were going to Volantis.

Rhaegar looked at the town and the wide and fast river beside it, and thought of a place.

An inland town under the rule of Volantis, the town of Velonthes.

This long river is the famous River Lorne.

 Going south along the Rhoyne River, you will reach Volantis at the mouth of the sea.

Thinking of this, Rhaegar's mind turned around and he knew that the glutton had carried him to Essos.

 “Glutton, fly south and find a place to land.”

Rhaegar gave the order and had an idea in mind.

 He came to Volantis for two purposes.

 1. Contact the governors of the Tiger Party and the Elephant Party to understand the trends of Volantis.

 2. Reach diplomacy as much as possible, reach an alliance with Volantis, and break the stalemate with the Free Trade Cities.

Daemon has said that the people of Volantis are relatively repulsive to Targaryens.

 He planned to keep a low profile to avoid gluttons causing too much of a sensation.

 At the same time, hide the news that you have been to Volantis, so as not to irritate the nerves of the Three Women Kingdom.

 These are conventional diplomatic strategies, and he has certain expectations.

 …

 At dusk.

 A group of caravans carrying fodder entered the western city of Volantis.

 At the end of the team, there was a tall, silver-haired young man wearing a black robe.

The silver-haired boy was naturally Rhaegar, who was separated from the glutton, and sneaked into the city-state under the leadership of the caravan.

 “Tsk tsk, this is Volantis, it’s comparable to King’s Landing in the stinking ditch period.”

Rhaegar looked around at the crowded port. The pungent rotten smell hit his forehead, and he couldn't help but feel disappointed.

As soon as we entered the city, we smelled a strong smell mixed with the smell of fish, flowers, feces, and decay.

 It is no less than the King's Landing before the street improvement plan.

Rhaegar mingled among the crowd, listening to the shouts of the vendors on both sides of the dirty streets, and walking aimlessly.

Volantis was once an outpost of the Free Keep.

This is a magnificent city-state that bears the traces of the Dragon King family.

The city-state is located at the mouth of the River Rhoyne, a deep bay port.

The city-state is divided into two urban areas, east and west, separated by the fast-flowing River Lorne, facing each other from east to west.

The Xicheng District where Rega is located has a very poor environment. Feces, urine, garbage, and beggars can be seen everywhere...

The port is crowded, with ships from all over the world moored, and the noise of sailors and porters is constant.

Rhaegar learned that Xicheng District is the residence of mercenaries, foreigners, slaves, and civilians.

 Hence, public security is also surprisingly poor.

 “Get out of the way, get out of the way, the tiger-robed army is patrolling, get out of the way!”

Suddenly, there was a noise, and the already chaotic streets became restless. Slaves and civilians hid in corners like a plague.

Rhaegar followed the crowd and crowded behind a vendor, using his height advantage to look at what was going on.

A group of city guards with ordinary equipment roared through the streets, holding short sticks to show off their power.

Rhaegar noticed carefully that these guards all had tiger tattoos on their cheeks.

 Probably this is the origin of the name of the Tiger Pao Army.

 Volantis is an interesting castle with a popular tattoo culture.

 Whether they are high-ranking officials, businessmen, civilians, or slaves, they all like to have tattoos on their faces and bodies.

 People with status and status wear tattoos that promote merit and force.

 Slaves were forced to wear tattoos with different purposes, and the shame would follow them throughout their lives.

According to Daemon's story at the table, slave life in Volantis was unsatisfactory.

  What Rhaegar saw in a short period of time was that there were many slaves in the city, far more than the number of civilians.

 “Hurry up, I don’t want to spend the night on the street.”

Shaking his head, Rega put aside other thoughts and headed towards Dongcheng District under the guidance of passers-by.

 Dongcheng District is where the old nobles, warriors and wealthy businessmen lived.

 Walking too slowly for fear of running out of time, Rhaegar looked around, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

  Half an hour later.

A carriage pulled by a dwarf elephant passed through Xicheng District and arrived in front of a long and wide bridge.

The Long Bridge is unusually wide and long, spanning the fast-flowing River Lorne. It is supported by huge piers and is as flat as a continent.

 At the entrance of the Long Bridge, there is an arch made of black boulders, with some monster patterns carved on the door.

Such as a soaring dragon, a manticore, a sphinx...

The dwarf elephant cart paid the toll, and the slave with a wheel tattoo on his head drove the dwarf elephant onto the majestic long bridge.

Rhaegar stuck his head out from the car curtain and looked at the long bridge curiously.

This long bridge was built hundreds of years ago by the Archons of Volantis.

 Connecting the old city and Xicheng District.

Rhaegar was still very interested in seeing this bridge long enough for two carriages to travel at the same time for the first time.

“A bit worse than Harrenhal, but still worthy of being one of the Nine Wonders.”

Rhaegar commented seriously, thinking of his huge castle and talking a lot about Long Bridge.

There are many legendary buildings in Westeros.

The Eyrie of House Arryn, Storm's End of House Baratheon, Casterly Rock of Lannister...

There is also the Great Wall that has stood for thousands of years to block the cold winter.

 They are all more majestic than this long bridge.

 (End of this chapter)