Game of Thrones: I became a crown prince for a day

The figure moved very quickly, running down the hillside nimbly and breaking into view.

"Rhaegar!"

Rhaenyra was startled, holding Helena with one hand and blocking Rhaegar with the other.

"Hiss..."

The glutton neighed, his eyes fixed on the short figure, and heat gushed out from his mouth and nose.

The smell it senses comes from this little bug.

Rhaegar held up the torch and saw the face of the visitor clearly through the dim night.

A short, fat old man wearing coarse linen clothes.

He was said to be an old man, but he had thick curly black hair and a beard.

On her head was a garland of flowers and vines.

"Don't be afraid, he's an old man."

Rhaegar took a step forward and softly comforted the frightened sisters.

The fat old man held a twisted crutch made of weirwood branches in his hand, and ran to a few people with his fat body trembling slightly.

Lei Jia pulled out the dragon claw and asked in a cold voice: "Who are you and why are you on Qianmian Island?"

As we all know, Qianmian Island is a desert island.

The fat old man raised his cane above his head with both hands and said honestly: "My name is Greenhand Garr, and I am the green man who guards the oath of alliance."

As he spoke, his green bean eyes glanced back and forth at Rhaegar and the others, showing off his big belly.

"Green Man!"

Rhaegar was startled when he heard this and lowered his sword hand.

The Green Man does not refer to a certain race, but to a mysterious and ancient profession.

After the Children of the Forest and the Ancestors reached an oath on Thousand Faces Island, the sacred organization "Green Men" was formally established to guard this southern weirwood island.

But those were all legends from many years ago.

The Green Man has long since disappeared from the sight of the world along with the Son of the Forest.

Rega was wary, looking at the other person with his eyes, and questioned: "What evidence do you have?"

"Green men are green men, there is no evidence."

Green-hand Gal shook his head, his senses were strong.

He is really a green man, but he doesn't have much ability.

"Have you been living on the island?"

Rhaegar didn't believe it and continued to ask.

"There is no food or water on the island. I will starve to death."

Greenhand Garr was very sincere and said carelessly: "I usually work as a witch doctor in the villages near Harrenhal in exchange for food to fill my stomach."

To put it bluntly, the Green Man is also a human being.

As a human being, we have to eat, drink, and eat, and we cannot escape from human society.

Rhaegar frowned, doubtful of what he said.

Turning back, he looked at Rhaenyra who was also confused.

Rhaenyra's thoughts swirled and she asked, "What is your last name, and what is the relationship between Garth Greenhand and you?"

Green Hand is a title.

Originated from an ancestor king during the Heroic Era.

It is said that the king was broad and fat, with antlers on his head and green hair and eyes.

He possesses magical powers, and flowers and tender grass grow wherever he passes.

If touched by him, a girl will have her first period and an old woman will return to menstruation.

Through his blessing, pregnant women can give birth safely and give birth to two or three babies at one time.

There are various legends.

Just this.

Gars the Green Hand was a king who gave birth to many children.

The eldest son Garth Gardener established the Gardener family and became the first King of the Reach.

The Gardener family was lost in the Conqueror's War.

The current Guardians of the South, House Tyrell of Highgarden.

It was because of his close intermarriage with the Gardener family and his bloodline of Garth the Greenhand that he was chosen by Aegon the Conqueror as the newly promoted Duke family.

After hearing Rhaenyra's question, Greenhand Garr scratched his head and said uncertainly: "I don't have a surname. I come from the Reach. I came to the Isle of Thousand Faces when I heard the weirwood said that I should become a green man."

"As for the relationship between Green Hand Garth..."

After thinking about it, he smiled shyly and said, "I should have a little bit of his blood in my body. It's a nickname I boasted about."

In fact, most nobles in the Reach have more or less the blood of Garth the Green Hand.

One question and one answer to clarify the origin.

Rhaegar frowned and said, "Why do you want to stop me from touching the weirwood?"

"It was the old god who gave me guidance. It refused your touch."

Green Hand Garr tried to be as serious as possible with a straight face, and said: "Qianmian Island is the only fertile land left by the old gods in the south. The dragon will destroy it."

Rhaegar was puzzled and confirmed: "If I touch a weirwood tree, will it destroy Thousand Faces Island?"

What is the logic?

Thousand Faces Island is just an uninhabited desert island, worthless except for a weirwood tree.

How could he ruin this place?

unless……

Rhaegar's eyes flashed, and he glanced vaguely at the last weirwood tree, thoughts flowing in his mind.

Thinking, he walked a little closer towards the weirwood.

"etc!"

Green Hand Gal hurriedly stopped, sweating profusely: "Prince, I really have a bad premonition, please stay away from here."

Every time Rhaegar got closer to the weirwood, he seemed to hear a wail coming from the weirwood.

It made him feel confused and hot all over.

Rhaegar glanced at him, his palm resting on the last weirwood.

A fat old man appeared out of nowhere, under the guise of the Green Man, and tried to persuade him to retreat with a few words.

It's too childish.

Look at the glutton at this moment. His vertical pupils are staring at a few weirwood trees, as if he is expecting something.

Rhaegar didn't believe in that nonsense about the Children of the Forest, the First Men, and the Green Men.

These guys who have been overthrown by history are so legendary.

At his peak, he was not chased by the dragon kings of the Free Fortress Empire and fled all over the world like a rabbit.

He is a descendant of ancient Valyria, a bloodline of true dragons who tamed dragons.

The so-called old gods who are not afraid of being driven out of the south.

The palm of my hand touched the rough bark of the weirwood, and the sound of exploration sounded in my ears.

"This exploration mission has begun, and the target is the weirwood that carries the oath of alliance."

【Oath Tree】

Exploration progress: 0.1%

There are no imaginary landslides or earth-shattering, or sun and moon without light.

There is no gaze from the gods or curse from the devil.

All was calm, Rhaegar smiled and stroked the weirwood bark.

"Unexpectedly, an explorer mission has been activated." He secretly rejoiced.

Green-Handed Garr froze on the spot, watching this scene with confusion.

"Nothing happened?"

Rhaenyra waved the torch and retorted, "What do you want to happen?"

"No! Not at all."

Green-hand Gal quickly shook his head and said sarcastically: "The old gods have been retreating for many years, and I thought there would be an oracle coming down."

He did feel discomfort, but the weirwood didn't look like there was anything wrong with it.

Listening to the conversation between the two, Rega rolled his eyes and thought of some possibility.

This relic will have an impact on Qianmian Island.

"Rhaenayla, let's stay here tonight."

Rhaegar took out the spare blanket from his space bracelet.

To maintain his exploration progress, he had to rely on weirwood trees to sleep.

Rhaenyra didn't object and glanced at Greenhand Gal.

Green Hand Gal was very discerning and backed away: "My boat is on the beach, I'll leave now."

The weirwood is fine, there's no point in him staying here.

After reluctantly looking at a few weirwoods for the last time, he walked into the night with his crutches on his shoulders.

"Hiss..."

The glutton growled lowly and crawled to the ground, guarding Rega and the others.

Rhaegar built a bonfire to keep warm.

Sleeping outdoors with Rhaenyra and Helena.

…

The next day, morning.

The weather was clear and the sun was in the sky.

The sun shone through the dancing red leaves of the weirwood trees and fell on Rhaegar's sleeping face.

"Hiss..."

A dragon's roar came from the distance, accompanied by the rushing sound of water, waking Rhaegar from his sleep.

Opening his eyes blankly, Rhaegar was still a little confused.

The first image that caught his eye was the weirwood's bleeding, wailing face.

Rhaegar was startled by the sudden ugliness.

Sitting up with a flutter, he rolled to distance himself.

After coming back to his senses, Lei Jia held his hands on the wet soil with a helpless and aggrieved look on his face.

There were a lot of words stuck in my throat and I didn't know how to say them out.

He cursed angrily: "What kind of taste does a child of the forest have, carving a human face in this style?"

After a while, his pounding heart calmed down.

Rhaegar lowered his head and saw the blanket wrapped around his waist.

Looking around, the bonfire had been extinguished, and Rhaenyra and Helena had gone somewhere to play.

"This exploration is over, please pick up the treasures from the relics."

A system beep sounded in my ears.

Lei Jia perked up and called up the system panel to check.

【Oath Tree】

Exploration progress: 100%

After taking a look at the hateful-looking weirwood, he felt much better now.

He stood up and walked around the weirwood tree.

Find a watermelon-sized red halo in the leafy canopy.

"found it."

Rhaegar chuckled and reached out to touch.

Wave~

With the soft touch, the red halo exploded and turned into bright red light spots, blending into his hand.

"The relic was picked up successfully, under detection..."

"The test was successful and it was determined to be a legendary relic. Slash and burn."

"Legendary level, it is indeed an ancient tree that has accumulated over time."

Rhaegar felt happy and quickly checked.

Vaguely, a sickle and a piece of charcoal came to mind.

With a sudden thought, I wanted to take out the sickle and charcoal.

"The relic has not been activated yet!"

The system prompt sounds.

Rhaegar hesitated for a moment and looked through the relic reminder of [Slash and Burn].

"Knife! Or fire?"

An ordinary line of small characters, concise and concise.

Rega had a guess, it was probably a multiple-choice question.

After taking one look at the broken bronze sickle, he chose burning charcoal without hesitation.

The Targaryen language is: blood and fire come from the same source.

Of course, choose charcoal that is close to the flame.

Click——

The bronze sickle shattered into pieces and disappeared from his mind.

The charcoal sizzled and ignited, burning into a glowing red.

Lei Jia had an idea and wanted to take out the charcoal.

Bada~

Charcoal appears out of thin air and floats in front of you.

Just as Rega was about to reach out and take it, something happened suddenly.

Bang.

The charcoal exploded in an instant, and the carbon ash fell into the soil and merged into the land of the island.

The next second.

Rumble——

The entire Qianmian Island began to shake, as if it was caught in an earthquake.

"Quack quack..."

The tremor disturbed the lake water, and groups of black swans broke away from the lake water and flew away screaming.

Rega barely stood still, and a sound sounded in his ears.

"Congratulations, slash and burn has been activated, you have obtained..."

【The Fire that Breaks the Earth】

Level: Legend (Red)

Function: Unearth the flames deep underground, causing subtle changes.

Rating: "A one-time spark, fleeting."