"I need a batch of Myr equipment!" Rhaegar said bluntly to the governors of Myr.
The great war was approaching, and he was about to fight the Night King to the death. This might be the final battle.
Rhaegar could summon the dragon group, but ordinary soldiers also needed to be taken care of.
The dragon group was still circling above Myr. The largest of these three dragons was now nearly ninety feet long, and the smaller ones were also eighty-seven or eighty-eight feet long.
As Rhaegar's fire power increased, the dragons' size accelerated, making them awe-inspiring. Crucially, the dragons' fire and magic were far more terrifying than those of ordinary dragons.
This beautiful city was now plunged into panic due to the arrival of the Dragonlord.
Myr's handicraft industry was developed, famous for its intricate, detail-oriented crafts, which constituted their main export trade.
This included manufactured goods such as carpets and lace. The best lenses and telescopes, as well as carpets, screens, mirrors, lace, and glass panes that could be sold at prices equivalent to eastern spices. Their paintings and miniatures were also highly regarded and known for their vivid style. Myr also produced stilettos and special crossbows capable of firing three shots consecutively.
"We are unsure what equipment the Prince is referring to!" the governor of Myr said cautiously.
"I want military-related equipment: those special crossbows, telescopes! And also catapults capable of long-range projection, and large-caliber bolts!" Rhaegar said. He trusted the technology of the people of Myr, the most advanced of the Free Cities. "There is also another type, logistical wear for the soldiers: greatcoats and thick blankets. Since you can make lace and carpets, these should be easy for Myr."
"The artisans of Myr will provide you with continuous support, honored Prince!" The governor of Myr was extremely respectful. He knew about the Dragon Prince's exploits in Braavos—how heads rolled and even the dome of the Sealord's Palace was seized. What more could he dare to say? Providing weapons and equipment was manageable.
"Have your top artisans accelerate production. The power of the god of cold grows stronger every day, and it is highly possible they will cross the sea to attack Essos!" Rhaegar threatened the governor of Myr. His words were half-truth, half-lie. Wights might not reach such distant places, but if the ice throne could be set up for teleportation, then wights and ghouls certainly had a way to travel elsewhere.
"Ah!" The people of Myr turned pale. Although they had never encountered these wights, they had heard many rumors: the endless, unstoppable tide of wights.
Rhaegar only needed weapons and equipment from Myr; there was no need to hire mercenaries in the Disputed Lands.
Because the North was too cold, these mercenaries seemed unable to fully withstand the frigid climate. Most who went would simply be sent to their deaths, and their discipline was too poor.
After leaving Myr, Rhaegar went to Qohor, the City of the Black Goat.
Qohor's artisans were also world-famous. Their blacksmiths possessed a technique of infusing color into metal, and some even claimed to master the technique of reforging Valyrian steel. Qohor also produced finely woven tapestries, which were cheaper than similar products from Myr.
Rhaegar made the same request to the people of Qohor, asking them to provide excellent weapons, equipment, and logistical gear.
"Prince, as long as you convert to the power of the Black Goat, the deity will grant you great strength!" The only discordant note was a frenzied priest of the Black Goat who tried to preach to Rhaegar. The governor of Qohor rushed to chase him away and repeatedly apologized.
"I tolerate his offense, provided that the things I require are delivered on time!"
The governor of Qohor agreed and vowed to complete the task... Myr, Qohor, and Norvos.
Rhaegar was not engaging in a 'zero-dollar purchase' (free loot); he was buying all the weapons, equipment, and logistical supplies at market price. Even the grain was being transported to Westeros.
Rhaegar just considered one thing: given how polite he was, would the Free Cities think he was getting bogged down in the quagmire of the war against the wights?
If so, would the situation change again?
Rhaegar went to see the Red Viper.
"The great war is about to begin!" Rhaegar said.
"I've heard! I also want to return to Westeros to fight those wights!" The Red Viper complained.
"You are my host here in Essos. Someone is needed for the cold of the North, and someone is needed for the undercurrents in the East!" Rhaegar said.
"Are you talking about the Golden Company, and the opposition in the Free Cities?" The Red Viper understood immediately.
The Red Viper was not unfamiliar with politics.
"This is unavoidable. They crave repeated elections for governors rather than handing power over to a king. When I am fighting at Farwinter, those undercurrents might surface," Rhaegar analyzed. "The Others are only my superficial opponents. The people of Braavos, the people of Tyrosh, and other anti-Iron Throne forces in the other city-states will also look for opportunities."
"Warlike people will call for weapons, and these people exist in all major trade city-states. For example, the admiral of Braavos, the khals who are temporarily dormant, and the opposition in Tyrosh." The Red Viper also understood the stakes involved.
"Wait, all you need to do is wait. I still have a backup plan in King's Landing!" Rhaegar said mysteriously.
Seeing Rhaegar's confidence, the Red Viper did not ask further questions.
"Can you feel the fluctuations of water magic?" Rhaegar asked the Red Viper.
"No, I haven't!" The Red Viper had tried. When magic surged, when great rivers rushed. The Red Viper naturally knew the legends about Rhoynar sorcerers, water spouts, and water walls.
"You can go to Naath and try!" Rhaegar said. "That is where your family's bloodline lies. Perhaps you might receive some gift of magic, or perhaps a special opportunity!"
Rhaegar felt that the Red Viper had potential; he had a good constitution and was very knowledgeable, so he might be able to sense magic.
"Rest and recuperate. The battle at Farwinter will be extremely brutal!" Rhaegar said, this was his expectation for the Red Viper.
'Will those wights rush into the interior as well?' The Red Viper asked hesitantly. Dorne was certainly the safest, with its harsh climate and southern location.
"With an ordinary attack, wights would find it hard to rush here, but some mysterious things cannot be swayed by human sentiment." Rhaegar pondered; that ice throne had changed his understanding of the world.
If the ice throne were officially activated, would the wights be able to teleport to other places along with the throne? That was also possible.
Besides the Wall, there were only two places that contained the most magical power: one was Oldtown, and the other was the Iron Islands.
Relatively speaking, Rhaegar felt Oldtown was the most likely candidate.
Of course, this was just a small conjecture.
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