MTL - Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day-Chapter 278 Dream of the Sea of ​​Smoke

Chapter 278 Dream of the Sea of ​​Smoke

 The exploration mission of the outside world is over.

The knowledge of [Blessing Magic] entered Rega’s mind and quietly emerged.

 “Haah~~”

Each infusion of knowledge brought tremors deep in Rega’s soul, and he couldn’t help but moan in pleasure.

 Put your hands down naturally and fall into sleep more smoothly.

 Gradually, Rhaegar entered a strange dream.

 In the dream, the sky was foggy, with fine dust floating around, and the visibility was extremely low.

 In the hazy environment, a lone boat floats on the calm sea.

Rhaegar was riding in a narrow canoe, holding the oars with both hands, drifting slowly in a winding tributary.

There is land on both sides of the tributary, and lush shrubs grow along the banks, adding a touch of color in the darkness.

 Crackling—

Meteorites fell one after another and turned into fireballs, infinitely approaching the calm sea.

Rhaegar muttered something, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Rhaegar reached out his hand reluctantly, not wanting to end the dream early.

Meteorites fell crazily, the sea stirred up waves, and the wooden boat swayed vigorously.

Immediately afterwards, raindrops fell from the sky, dripping like pouring water.

It turns out that the red light is actually a meteorite.

 Suddenly, a huge collapsed stone bridge appeared ahead.

 Heavy rain, thick smoke, volcanic eruptions…

 “Where is this?” Rhaegar looked around blankly and rowed the boat in confusion.

The sky was thick with smoke, and little red lights penetrated the haze, shining with a strange brilliance.

 He was not aware that he was dreaming yet, and his consciousness was confused for a moment.

A red meteorite broke through the smoke, cut through the dark sky, and crashed into the sea.

 The dream gradually fades.

 After a few breaths.

Rhaegar closed his eyes and waited quietly for the moment he woke up from his dream.

 The patter of rain…

 Aware of this, the dream space began to shake and break up bit by bit.

 “I still don’t understand what this dream portends!”

The wooden boat crossed the sea surface of the abandoned arch bridge, and Rhaegar looked back and forth in novelty.

Boom—

Rhaegar was slightly surprised, but made no big move.

 Suddenly, a bolt of lightning pierced the dark sky, illuminating a moment of light.

 Following these three natural disasters, another change occurred.

Rhaegar sighed helplessly and rowed the canoe helplessly. After a while, he was soaked in water.

 The stone bridge is arched, with only a frame left on both sides, and a large area in the middle has collapsed. It is nothing more than an ancient ruin that has gone through many vicissitudes of life.

Looking back, there are several more volcanoes on the mainland on both sides of the strait, erupting red magma like mudslides.

Rhaegar looked up at the sky and wondered to himself: "What is this?"

Rhaegar wiped the rainwater, but a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead.

At the last second when the dream was shattered, a loud and rough dragon roar resounded through the sky, mixed with a strong aura of danger.

 Suddenly, I realized that I was in a dream.

 There is more and more smoke in the air, billowing like a torrent.

At this time, Rhaegar pinched his face and felt no pain.

Rhaegar was startled, wondering why it was so hot.

Rhaegar's eyes widened, staring at the dense red lights like fireworks in astonishment.

For some reason, he felt a heat that made him breathless.

Rhaegar's heart tightened, and he subconsciously wanted to open his eyes to see

　　Wow~~

 A big wave came and sank the canoe instantly.

However, this is not over yet.

"dragon?"

It took just a moment, and the scene in front of me changed drastically.

 “Hiss!”

 The outside world.



Rhaegar opened his eyes suddenly, and sat up with his upper body jumping up, water splashing on his face from his long hair.

 “Huhu~~”

Panting heavily, Rhaegar’s heart was pounding and he said in a daze: “There is a dragon…”

At the end of the dream, he seemed to hear a dragon roaring in the thick fog.

"unusual."

Rhaegar rubbed his face and muttered to himself.

 The mood eased slightly, and the corner of Rega's eyes fell on the broken stone tablet.

The stele comes from the Yanhai ruins and seems to be a relic of the Bellerys family.

Rhaegar shook his head and said doubtfully: "I think about it every day and dream about it at night."

 He interrogated the members of the smuggling ship privately.

 The ruins were excavated in Yanhai, probably located in the original land of Changxia.

That location is shrouded in thick fog all year round, making it difficult to discern the direction.

 Fortunately, there are no so-called monsters and unknown dangers in the thick fog.

 After the smuggling ship strayed into it, the old sailor on the ship barely found the direction with the help of the ancient Valyrian nautical chart.

 To say that it is dangerous, there is only one thing that can be said about it.

 The stone people lurking in the sea of ​​smoke!

 The stone people are irrational, cruel and bloodthirsty.

They know the terrain of the Sea of ​​Smoke like wild beasts and hunt down ships that stray into or explore.

Had it not been attacked by stone people, there would have been no casualties on the smuggling ship.

 After considering the pros and cons, Rhaegar hesitated: "The ruins of the Beleris family are too tempting."

 There is no simple thing in the Dragon King family.

 Especially a powerful family like Belerys.

The ancient books of the Diane Liga family that he got when he was young, even without the inheritance of magic and dragon training, still benefited Rhaegar a lot.

If you can explore the ruins of the Beleris family, you may be lucky enough to gain some knowledge about dragon training.

The Targaryens will surely usher in further strength.

"You have to plan carefully. The ruins of Valyria are very dangerous, and the scope of the Smoke Sea cannot be underestimated." Rhaegar licked the corner of his mouth, thinking of a member in the family's brief history.

 Aria Targaryen.

  She is the niece of her great-grandfather Jaehaerys and the daughter of the Black Bride Rhaena Targaryen.

Aria was the third driver of Balerion, the Black Death.

　　When she rode on Balerion's dragon's back for the first time, one person and one dragon flew away into the distance, disappearing from the eyes of the world.

Until a year later, the seriously injured Balerion returned to King's Landing carrying the dying Aria.

At that time, Balerion's left wing suffered a vicious, jagged tear, almost nine feet long.

 There are also bone wounds and semi-healed scars on the huge body.

Aria is even more miserable, skinny and skinny, with red skin and blood.

 That night, she died unexpectedly.

 According to legend, she was attacked by some kind of terrible cursed creature, and her whole body was burned and carbonized to death.

 In her corpse, a monster called a dragon worm squirmed.

Maester Bath at the court speculated that Aerea failed to fully control Balerion and was taken away to his homeland by the dragon.

　　—Ruins of Valyria.

There, one person and one dragon encountered danger, and eventually one died and the other was seriously injured.

Therefore, for a long time, King's Landing did not allow any ships sailing near the ruins of Valyria to dock.

Rhaegar was silent, thinking about the gains and losses.

The legend of Arria and Balerion is truly terrifying.

 But according to Rega's speculation, one man and one dragon should have gone deep into a dangerous place, which would lead to the tragedy.

The Free Fortress empire was destroyed, and the Land of Long Summer was reduced to a sea of ​​smoke.

 This does not mean that no one lives in this land and sea.

On the land of Valyria, there are at least a few fringe city-states where residents live.

There are also many fishermen near Yanhai, and expedition teams come and go from time to time.

The ruins of the Beleris family are located in the Sea of ​​Smoke, and are not an inaccessible place.

Just as he was thinking about it, Rhaegar stirred up the water, and a glass candle appeared in front of his eyes.

 Suddenly, he remembered the interruptions that had occurred many times in his sleep.

With a thought, he called up his personal panel.

　　【Rhaegar Targaryen】

Talents: Dreamer (gold), Pyromancer (purple), Longevity (green)

 Page: Ancient Valyrian Dragon King (47%)

Runes: Ouroboros (blue), Bronze (green)

Blood Witchcraft: Blessing Spell (Blue), Dragon Stone (Blue)

 Relics: Blood and Fire, True Dragon’s Blood, Vision of Dreams…

　　Comment: "The ancient bloodline is stuck on the threshold. Perhaps more fire and magic can improve it."

Rega checked the panel and whispered: "There is an additional blessing spell."

 He glanced at the triggering conditions of [Blood Witch's Treasure].

 As long as it can light the glass candle.

So, he also triggered the explorer in his sleep and obtained the blood witchcraft and blessing spell.

 “A rather practical witchcraft.”

Rhaegar's eyes lit up, he held the glass candle and secretly activated his pyromancer talent.

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 The glass candle in the left hand glowed with fluorescence, and the flame suddenly lit up in the right hand, becoming more and more powerful.

 “Try it.”

The flames crackled, Rega looked at the broken stone tablet, stretched out his right hand and flicked it.

The flames escaped smoothly, the intensity of the fire weakened, and it hit the broken stone tablet.

There was a muffled sound, and the flames were scattered, leaving a scorched black spot on the surface of the stone tablet.

Rega clicked his tongue and thought: "The flames have indeed been strengthened several times, and they can barely throw fireballs."

 Throwing fireballs casually is a "high-end magic that only exists in dreams."

 Before this, he had the talent of Pyromancer, but he did not have the corresponding means to use it.

Looking at the marks on the stone tablet, Rega was slightly dissatisfied: "It looks fancy, but its power is not satisfactory."

 One fireball extracts one-tenth of the magic.

The power is probably enough to burn an ordinary person to death.

Rhaegar's evaluation was that it was better to draw a sword and kill someone.

 Turning the glass candle in his hand, Rhaegar felt itchy and decided to use "Fireball Magic" a few times.

 It is fire magic after all, maybe the best in the world.

Aiming at the broken stone tablet, several fireballs were fired, making a loud bang.

 After a while, Rhaegar's head banged and he began to feel dizzy.

His legs went weak and he sat helplessly in the pool.

He has experienced this feeling before. Rega endured the dizziness and gritted his teeth and said: "Lack of mental strength."

 To cast magic, in addition to magic power, strong spiritual power is also a necessary condition.

 Using too many blessing spells and flames will consume too much mental energy.

Crunch—

The bathroom door opened from the outside, and Daniela trotted in, looking around nervously: "Sir, I heard a strange noise in the bathroom down there. Did something happen?"

Rhaegar's business of throwing fireballs was so big that he disturbed the girl resting downstairs.

Someone suddenly broke into the bathroom. Rega quickly turned his back and said awkwardly: "It's okay, you go out first."

 Speaking, Rhaegar shook his head, feeling very dizzy.

 “Sir, you seem to be feeling very uncomfortable.”

Daniella’s big eyes were full of worry, and she approached quietly.

 Took two steps and did not forget to close the bathroom door.

Rhaegar paid no attention to it. He covered his forehead with one hand and massaged Tianling vigorously.

 “Sir, let me help you.”

Rhaegar had a severe headache and was very upset.

 The voice sounded from behind, and a faint green floral fragrance entered the lungs.

 Smelling the aroma, Rega's brows relaxed unconsciously, and he sniffed strangely.

 The fragrance of flowers enters the nose, and the headache seems to be relieved.

Rhaegar's eyes were blank, and he noticed that the fragrance of flowers seemed to help restore his mental power.

Just when he was about to ask, a pair of cold hands touched the top of his head and gently rubbed his temples.

 (End of this chapter)