Chapter 603: Rainier: I Want to File a Complaint!

Two months later.

It's October, and the weather is still warm on both sides of the Narrow Sea.

Rees, port.

A huge fleet sailed in, and more than a dozen warships were damaged, as if they had encountered a storm at sea.

"Hiss-"

Dragon wings as black as charcoal flew over the city, causing countless residents to shout.

…

Roofless Dragon Cave.

The glutton folded its wings and landed with a crash, kicking up smoke and dust.

Several Huanlong people hurried forward, holding bamboo sticks to drive the giant dragon back to its nest.

"roar……"

The glutton dismissed it, threw away the stupid humans who were in the way, and found a corner to lie down in the palace.

"Don't worry about it. There is no need to enter the dragon pit in the future."

Lei Jia's expression was calm, breaking the Dragon Dragon Man's doubts.

After the long slumber in the land of long summer, the gluttons are greatly satisfied with their hunger, and their bodies are experiencing rapid growth.

In a few months, it will soon reach 170 meters.

The bond between one person and one dragon is deep, and I feel that the trend of growth is continuing.

Bang! Bang!

The glutton smacked his nose hard, swung the dragon's tail and slapped the ground happily.

The dark and cramped dragon pit can no longer accommodate it.

"Welcome back, Your Majesty."

The dragon man's eyes were cunning, and he noticed the resistance of the giant beast and stepped back respectfully.

Rhaegar waved his hand and looked at the person who greeted him.

"Father!……"

Aemon's little face was excited and he rushed forward with cheers.

With a smile in his eyes, Rega bent down to pick up his quirky second son, and said seriously: "Did you listen to your mother and finish your homework on time?"

"Of course."

Aemon raised his head and beat his chest vigorously.

He is the smartest among the siblings.

"Your Majesty, welcome back."

Benila was more mature and gave her a polite gift.

Renya followed her sister and pursed her lips with a smile: "Gods bless you."

"Everything is safe, go see your father and grandpa."

Rega smiled and stared at the beautiful figure walking towards him.

Rhaenyra's eyes were red, and she walked forward to resist the urge to hug, and tangled her hands together helplessly.

After being separated for less than half a year, I couldn't sleep alone at night.

The longing in my heart is uncontrollable, but I am not sure what the other person is thinking.

There is always a thorn in my heart.

"I'm back."

Rhaegar seemed to be able to see into people's hearts and speak the simplest words.

Hearing this, Rhaenyra could no longer control herself and burst into tears.

"Rhaegar, I miss you so much."

The voice was choked, and the baby swallows pounced on it as if returning to its nest.

Rhaegar threw away Aemon and welcomed him with open arms.

The two hugged each other tightly, feeling each other's breath.

"I miss you as well."

Rhaegar smiled, enjoying the warmth of the moment.

Plop——

Aemon fell to the ground, grinning in pain.

Looking at his reunited parents, Lao Gao pouted.

Benila grabbed his ears and said rudely: "You eyesore, let's go."

Aemon felt aggrieved and did not dare to say anything.

Several of the little ones walked away one after another, looking for the bloodworms flying towards the beach.

…

At noon.

The warm sun is shining and the sky is clear.

High tower, warm greenhouse.

"I'll give you your whip back."

Rhaenyra kept her eyes on her for a moment, wiped her fingertips across her neck, and took out the dragon-taming whip.

"You can keep it."

Rhaegar shook his head, a little proud: "I have a better one."

Being able to retrieve a dragon's horn from the sea of ​​smoke can help overcome so many hardships.

The journey back was relatively peaceful, but we encountered numerous storms and attacks.

"You should keep it, I won't use it."

Rhaenyra refused to accept it and stuffed it into the other person's arms: "Don't move the dragon's horn lightly. This is easier."

As he spoke, he stared at the other person's thin face as pale as paper, lowered his head and wiped the corners of his eyes.

Rega pursed her lips slightly, lay sideways on the flower bed, and rested her head on her soft thighs.

The half-year trip lasted three months in Yanhai alone.

The depressing atmosphere almost drove everyone crazy.

Rhaenyra's eyes were wet, and she reached out to touch Rhaegar's cheek, fearing that she would lose it accidentally.

Even so, it's hard to hide her beautiful face.

Dressed up carefully to welcome Rhaegar, he returned to the tower and changed into regular clothes.

Wearing a black off-shoulder dress, she wore a Valyrian steel necklace around her neck, and her silver hair was braided into a delicate braid and tied behind her head.

Sitting in the sunny flower room, my white toes touch the glazed floor.

After a short period of intimacy, my heart gradually calmed down.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Rhaegar buried his face on his flat belly and made a muffled sound.

The huge Seven Kingdoms and both sides of the Narrow Sea are not so easy to manage.

How many people secretly do evil, hoping that the royal family's strength will be weakened.

As soon as these words were spoken, Rhaenyra curled her toes and lowered her head in shame.

Rega keenly sensed something was wrong and asked without raising his head: "What's wrong?"

As long as the sky doesn't fall.

Rhaenyra bit her lower lip and said anxiously: "Braavos... and Dorne..."

Telling clearly the major events that happened in the past six months, stubbornness showed in her beautiful eyes.

Rhaegar heard half of it, hugged his slender waist and took a deep breath.

The situation was much better than expected, the sky did not fall.

There were two wars in total.

Braavos allied with Pentos and clashed with Velaryon, Seagull Town and other fleets in the middle of the Narrow Sea.

The Sheep Thief and Theselion went to war and achieved considerable results.

A month ago, I learned that Rhaegar came out of the Sea of ​​Smoke safely.

Braavos was the first to withdraw, and Pentos also raised the white flag.

The more difficult part is Dorne.

The Dornish Steward who accepted his fate was assassinated, and the young Prince Quill was almost kidnapped. Fortunately, the situation was initially stabilized.

Led by a resistance group that claimed to be the "Orphans of the Green Blood River", Dornish opposition forces once again launched a riot.

After being unable to attack Sunspear for a long time, he hid in the desert and disappeared.

From time to time, he would come out to rob a small noble, causing chaos in Dorne.

Rega rubbed his cheek and said softly: "Don't worry, just let them be."

Braavos and Pentos have too strong foundations to start a war.

Dorne has always been known for its unruly people, and it is not surprising that there are divided opinions on the rule of the Iron Throne.

A few years of civil strife first transferred Dorne's external conflicts to the inside, weakening external hatred.

The Targaryens are only getting stronger.

On the other hand, how many years can Dorne with its barren land last?

"I'm just afraid that I'm not good enough."

Rhaenyra sniffed and said in a muffled voice, "They all bullied me when you weren't here."

Rega was startled when he heard this and raised his head.

Listen to this aggrieved tone of complaint, who the bastard is responsible for.

"who?"

Rhaegar asked bluntly.

Rhaenyra glanced at him, shaking her head vigorously as if embarrassed.

"You say it, then I can make the decision for you."

Black lines appeared on Rhaegar's forehead, and his appearance was well done.

Bang bang bang!

There was a knock on the door, and Lanner's voice came:

"There is a letter from King's Landing that needs His Majesty's approval."

Rhaenyra was about to complain when she heard the sound, suppressed her grievance, and said, "Come in."

squeak——

Lanner pushed open the door and walked in, her boots clicking on the glazed floor.

Seeing that Rhaegar was there, he glanced at Rhaenyra with questioning eyes, and said calmly: "Please read the letter from the Regent."

Rhaenyra blinked, took the envelope and opened it.

"regent?"

Rhaegar, who was neither deaf nor blind, said angrily: "Which regent!"

Lanner's lips curled up slightly and she said, "Of course it's the Prince Regent, Aemond."

Rega's vision went dark and he almost couldn't breathe.

No wonder Rhaenyra acted like a doormat, it turns out there are people who are not afraid of death.

Lannar kept up her efforts: "After Aemond burned the fleets of Braavos and Pentos, he took the initiative to apply for the position of regent and negotiate with the two city-states on behalf of the Iron Throne."

"Who gave him the power?"

Rhaegar looked at Rhaenyra in disbelief.

Rhaenyra looked at each other calmly and said, "No one, he sealed it himself."

"This bastard, wait until I get back to deal with him."

Rhaegar's back molars were itching, and he asked again: "What was written in the letter?"

He can accept anything.

A lawless bastard, he forgot everything he told him before leaving.

Rhaenyra complained, feeling much relieved.

Give the letter to Lannar and ask her to read it.

Lanner rolled her eyes and read the letter clearly.

The little movements of the two women caught Rhaegar's eyes, which aroused slight surprise.

Rhaegar looked Lanner up and down.

Compared with before departure, I looked better than before.

Even though she has a big belly and wears a loose white dress, she can't hide her capable and heroic aura.

Lanner turned a blind eye to this and kept to herself.

Damon is back and has captured a strong, gorgeous young blue dragon.

The couple discussed that the baby dragon belonged to the unborn fetus in the belly.

"Civil strife in Qohor... Bartimus was assassinated and seriously injured... Withdrew to the rescue..."

Lanner's voice was magnetic and gradually became serious midway through her words.

Rhaegar listened completely and looked gloomy: "Bartimos, this idiot, insists on pursuing policies that waste the people and harm the people!"

Otto and Bartimus worked together to govern Qhor.

The latter recruited people to repair the city walls, increased tax rates and issued city gate taxes, which directly caused riots among the local people.

The Dothraki cavalry were not good at street fighting, and most of the warriors withdrew from the city-state and camped in the forest outside the city.

Qohor was lost overnight, and the culprit, Bartimus, was almost captured and executed.

Aemond has rushed back to Qohor, sent a message to Rhaenyra to return to King's Landing, and mobilized material support.

"What a loud tone."

Rhaenyra was speechless and said angrily: "Does he really think he is the regent, and in turn orders me?"

There were no rules at all, and he simply didn't take her seriously.

"The focus is on Qohor."

Lanner interjected quietly.

Rhaenyra's almond-shaped eyes widened and she laughed angrily: "Do you think those gangs of people can stop the sheep thieves?"

With Aemond's vengeful nature, it was better to worry about the riots than to pity the civilians who were about to be buried in the flames.

Lanner closed her mouth and signaled that you were right.

Rhaenyra pinched the side of Rhaegar's face and sighed: "What do you want to do?"

"You don't look like you are asking for a solution."

Rhaegar held the jade-like little hand and said helplessly: "I will return to King's Landing tomorrow. I will first visit my father and then deal with Qohor."

"You said so!"

Rhaenyra was not polite and pressed her fingertips slightly.

After enduring Aemond's contempt for so long, someone had to vent her anger.

"I promise."

Rhaegar raised his hands in surrender, closed his eyes and lay down in the same position.

After running around for half a year, it’s time to enjoy it.