Chapter 415 Targaryen Wants You to Stand Up!

"Ceremony speech..."

Rhaegar was stunned for a moment.

The content of the two lines of small characters was exactly the traditional customary speech of the ancient Valyrian dragon king.

Rhaegar thought about it for a while and had a rough idea.

Ceremony, bloodline, scales...

Then, the activation method may require two people who are connected by blood.

Prerequisite, Targaryen.

Rhaegar pursed his lips and smiled: "It's a bit difficult to see but not touch."

He vaguely felt that the embers of the fire peak could activate the precious relics of the dragon.

This intuition is illusory and real.

Looking at the broken scales, it seems that he can only go back to Westeros to find someone for help.

With a flip of his palm, the scales disappeared.

Instead, there was a Valyrian steel chisel with inscriptions.

The chisel was only the length of a palm, with rough and unfamiliar inscriptions on the surface, and the blade was very sharp.

Rhaegar touched the space necklace around his neck, which was a relic he harvested in the early morning.

The font of the system panel changed.

[Valyrian Steel. Space Necklace]

Exploration Progress: 100%

Skip the pickup and detection screen.

"Congratulations, the space item has been activated, and you have obtained..."

[Carving Knife]

Level: Rare (Blue)

Function: Superb Carving

Evaluation: "Master various carving techniques and simulate ancient carving techniques."

The triggering condition is very simple, the fire magic common to fire wizards and blood wizards.

Rhaegar flipped the carving knife and took back the space necklace after a moment.

It won't work for the time being.

May need to hone his skills until he can imitate the mysterious inscriptions on other relics.

"I can carve stones, what else do I need?"

Rhaegar was a little confused and had only a vague understanding of this.

"Hiss..."

The glutton roared in a low voice, carrying the driver to the side of the stone platform, and every step collapsed a large area of ​​square stone slabs.

"It needs to be studied."

Rhaegar shook his head slightly and considered learning some skills such as wood carving and forging.

Just as he was thinking, the Glutton lowered his neck, and the saddle on his back was just level with the stone platform.

"You've worked hard, man."

Rhaegar smiled and jumped off the dragon's back with a "bang".

In contrast.

Melias crawled on the outside of the platform, and Rhaenys climbed down the ladder and walked over under the protection of the Fearless.

In some aspects, the compatibility between humans and dragons is always demonstrated.

"Prince!"

Grey Worm held a spear and held his head high.

Behind him, dozens of old nobles knelt down and stared at Rhaegar with hateful faces.

Among this group of people, there are leaders of the old nobles and their families involved.

The old nobles accounted for about two-thirds of Myr's power.

Rhaegar looked at them repeatedly, smiled faintly, and asked, "Do you confess?"

As soon as the voice fell, it immediately attracted backlash.

"You devil, invader!"

"Those who rely on the dragon are as cruel as your ancestors."

"Invade our homeland, take away our slaves..."

The old nobles who were originally proud of their status were like aunties in the vegetable market, cursing without any image.

Rhaegar's ears hurt, and he went straight to the higher platform.

Grey Worm turned around and followed, waving his hand at the Unsullied who were in charge of guarding.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The Unsullied had no expression on their faces, turned their spears around, and beat with big sticks.

Suddenly, the cursing stopped.

It turned into wailing and crying.

Rhaenys walked up to the platform in three or two steps, passing the messy old nobles.

A group of paper tigers, a poke will break.

"Hiss--"

Just then, the Glutton roared to the sky, and a mouthful of dark green dragon flame collided in the sky.

At this moment, no matter the old nobles on the platform or the commoner slaves in the square, they all shut up immediately.

Thousands of eyes stared at Rhaegar on the platform.

Rhaegar had a calm face, and he had long been accustomed to the scene of being the center of attention.

"Roar!"

The Glutton stopped the dragon flame, and continued to emit a suppressed low roar from his throat.

Rhaegar stood with his hands behind his back, and the black dragon head hung at his side.

One man and one dragon, like a king.

Hula la...

Commoners and slaves knelt down in unison, shivering under the gaze of the Dragon King and the Dragon.

No one dared to face fear.

Rhaegar looked down at them, and a sense of pride rose in his heart, and he shouted loudly: "Stand up!"

Silence!

Looking around the square, except for the Fearless and the Knights of the Valley, no one dared to stand up.

"I said, let you stand up!"

Rhaegar shouted for the second time.

The civilians and slaves shuddered, and except for a few who stood up tremblingly, most people remained indifferent.

"Rhaegar."

Rhaenys stood aside and wanted to speak up to remind them.

The power of Myr, after all, lies in the hands of the old nobles and slave owners, not a group of slaves without dignity.

Slaves have been oppressed for years and have long lost their spirit of resistance.

"Aunt, the Narrow Sea War is over, so many people shouldn't die anymore."

Rhaegar's eyebrows were soft and he interrupted.

In Lys, he won over a group of old nobles and wealthy businessmen to stabilize the order.

In Myr, since they don't know how to do things, there are naturally new reform strategies waiting.

Turning his back to Grey Worm, he waved his hand gently.

Grey Worm nodded heavily and gave an order.

Several Unsullied's eyes condensed, and they pointed their spears at the old nobles in front of them and stabbed them hard.

Puff——

The iron spearhead pierced into the body, and as the Unsullied turned his hands, the internal organs were crushed.

"Hehe..."

Two men, one woman and one old man, four old nobles fell to the ground in pain, and their blood soaked their gorgeous clothes.

In a few breaths, they died directly.

The Unsullied moved quickly, pulled out the spear and pierced the jaw again, lifted the body and hung it on the high platform.

Expose the corpse to the public!

"Woo woo woo..."

The other old nobles who witnessed this scene were almost scared crazy, screaming and struggling.

The Unsullied did not tolerate it at all, and swung their spears and beat them wildly.

Everything here was shown to the civilians and slaves without missing a single detail.

Rhaegar shouted loudly: "The oppression of the old days has disappeared, you should stand up!"

Swish swish...

Seeing their former masters being executed, many slaves stood up excitedly.

Nothing is more exciting than killing people who are higher than themselves and have enslaved themselves.

Rhaegar deeply comprehended this method, and used it to transform the conflict between the old nobles and the Targaryens into a conflict between the old nobles and the slave class.

The root cause of the riot was resistance to the rule of the Targaryens.

What Rhaegar had to do was to let the people see the crimes of the old rulers before they opposed it.

After a comparison, whether to welcome a new ruler.

Huh! Huh!

A gust of sea breeze blew, and the bloody smell of corpses spread throughout the square.

All slaves sniffed hard, wanting to take revenge in this way.

Rhaegar saw it and asked loudly: "The old nobles and slave owners are ruthlessly exploiting you, the common people are struggling to get enough food, and the slaves are bullied. Why do you follow them to riot!"

Dead silence.

Rhaegar looked around and continued: "Now, the old nobles and slave owners are lambs to be slaughtered. No one dares to exploit you anymore. Shouldn't you be happy!"

The common people and slaves looked at each other and thought it made sense.

Gradually, they became bolder and got up from the ground.

Rhaegar waved his hand again, his voice sharp: "There are no slaves in Westeros. Myr is under the jurisdiction of the Iron Throne, and there is no need for slaves anymore!"

As soon as he finished speaking, ten Unsullied came out together, raised their spears and pierced the corresponding number of old nobles.

Wow!

The common people and slaves were in an uproar, huddled together in groups of three or two for warmth, and watched in panic.

They were only afraid of the new ruler.

They were afraid that if he was unhappy, he would release the dragon and burn them to death.

Rhaegar didn't care. He just wanted to use blood for blood to cleanse the common people and slaves' nostalgia for the old nobles and accept the rule of Targaryen.

Grey Worm personally grabbed an old noble and threw him in front of Rhaegar.

The old noble had a pair of triangular eyes, a skinny body, and a foul smell.

At this time, three people walked out from the stage.

A rich man in rich clothes, a commoner with a vicissitudes of life, and a slave with scars all over his body.

One woman and two men, all young.

The three walked up to the platform and stood at the back at the signal of Grey Worm.

Without even turning his head, Rhaegar asked directly: "Tell me, what bad things has this old man at your feet done!"

The slave rushed out first, with an angry look on his dark-skinned face, and shouted angrily: "He has killed many innocent slaves, robbed slave children, and played with them to death regardless of gender!"

Another man also stood up and said angrily: "He privately raised port taxes, forcing fishermen who could not pay taxes to sell their wives and daughters to him at a low price!"

"..."

The three people took turns to speak, exposing the old noble's crimes.

One by one, disgusting and outrageous.

And this is the norm among the captured old nobles.

As the crimes were counted, the civilians and slaves in the square gnashed their teeth, and their eyes turned red with empathy.

As a free trade city-state, there are of course civilians and slaves who live better.

But, it is definitely not them.

Whenever life is not satisfactory, everyone has the right to resent.

Swish!

Rhaegar drew out the true fire, swung the black sword, and cut off the head of the old noble.

Tens of thousands of eyes stared at him.

Rhaegar held his sword with both hands and shouted like a declaration: "The old nobles and slave owners use secular rights to force you to kneel, Targaryen wants you to stand up!"

"There are no slaves in Westeros, and the Iron Throne treats everyone equally!"

The voice was deafening and went straight into people's hearts.

At this moment, the silver hair and purple eyes were imprinted in the eyes of all civilians and slaves.

Stereotypes were eliminated, no longer brutality and dragons.

Instead, equality and justice!

A kneeling slave stood up angrily and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Long live Targaryen!"

One stone caused a thousand waves.

More and more slaves got up and shouted at the top of their lungs.

"Long live Targaryen!"

"Long live the Dragon King!"

"..."

On the Fish Killing Square, no civilians or slaves lost their knees, and all stood straight.

Their eyes were burning, their throats were broken, and they were all looking at one person.

Rhaegar Targaryen.

At this moment, Rhaegar was also looking at them, raised his hand and waved it vigorously.

The Unsullied quickly took action, and all the old nobles on the stage were stabbed through the chest.

Someone shouted angrily at the last moment: "Invaders! Other free trade cities will not let you go!"

Rhaegar was calm and replied: "It is not the Targaryens who invaded you, but your insatiable greed."

Without oppression and slavery, there would be no today.

"Hiss——"

The Glutton roared, and his huge body climbed to the side of the platform, and his green vertical pupils stared at the detained rioters.

In front of the civilians and slaves, Rhaegar raised his eyebrows and said loudly: "Targaryens bring peace and justice, but they cannot be questioned or harmed."

"In the name of Viserys I of Targaryen, I sentence the rebellious people to death!"

After speaking, he looked at the Glutton and uttered the dragon language: "Dragon Flame!"

The voice was spoken in High Valyrian, containing a very mysterious wave of magic.

Translation skills: Burn them all

The Glutton's vertical pupils flashed cruelty, and the dragon's mouth opened wide.

"Hiss—"

The raging dragon flames swept across, covering thousands of rioters like smoke and fog, turning into a green sea of ​​fire.