In the open-air Sealord's Palace council hall, amidst the blue heavy snow, under the joint signatures of the Sealord, the Stern Face, the Iron Bank banker, and the accompanying high-ranking officials such as Archons and Magistrates from various city-states, the Braavos Treaty was officially signed. The Iron Bank banker immediately arranged for ships to transfer the compensation from the Faceless Men to Rhaegar.
Rhaegar received a vault of gold, a vault of silver, and a vault of jewels from the Faceless Men, totaling seven million gold dragons. This was a covetable fortune. He also demanded that the Faceless Men hand over all materials related to Dragonlords and dragons. If he found that the Faceless Men dared to hide anything, he would not hesitate to destroy all of Braavos! These materials about Dragonlords and dragons were also priceless treasures.
And the Sealord of Braavos exempted two million gold dragons in debt and interest. Overall, this trip indeed made the Sealord bend the knee, and the gains were immense.
But similarly, the story between Rhaegar and Braavos might be far from over.
He gave generous gifts to the Archons, Governors, and Magistrates who accompanied him as vassals, as they did not come to support him for nothing.
"Be careful of this snow, Lord Sealord. There is magic pulsating within this heavy snow!" Rhaegar said to the Sealord. These words were sincere. Although he half-jokingly said that an Ice Dragon was coming, which was uncertain, there would definitely be traces of magical flow within the blue heavy snow.
"Thank you for your reminder, Prince Rhaegar!" The Sealord's expression was very sincere, but what he was thinking internally, no one knew. A heavy snow meant Braavos would need a lot of gold to cope with such a snow disaster.
"You've worked hard!" The Sealord forced a smile. This was a treaty under duress, and he was likely the first Sealord to grovel.
"Then I shall take my leave!" Rhaegar said to everyone. The magic dragon swaggered, pulling the dome of the Sealord's Palace council hall onto a ship. The magnificent dome frescoes were placed on the ship, and Rhaegar and Shireen boarded a ship to depart.
The Stern Face also began to leave. He knew he was unwelcome here, so he chose to depart first. The snowflakes, the ruined House of Black and White, still needed his governance. He saw the wound on his arm; it indeed would not heal, like a curse.
"Why didn't we attack them? We still have secret weapons!" The Admiral of Braavos watched Rhaegar and the others leave, angrily saying to the Sealord. "I would rather let our honor be buried in the sea than allow anyone to tarnish Braavos's honor like this!"
"What secret weapon? Are you not talking about the super scorpion crossbow? A Dragonlord who uses magic, do you think it would be effective?" The Sealord looked at the Admiral, feeling mentally and physically exhausted. If Braavos's honor was lost because of this, he would have to explain.
"Honored Priest, can you see everything about the Dragonlord? About his weaknesses, about his prophecies!" The Sealord asked the Moonsingers priest. If Braavos had one most honored priestly group, it was the Moonsingers priests. This was a group of people who, in the past, led Braavos out of the clutches of evil and established a great city-state.
"Apologies! I cannot see his coming and going, I cannot see his trajectory, I cannot see his future! The magic of fire isolates all prophecy! I cannot find the Dragonlord's weakness!" The Moonsingers priest said apologetically.
"This is what you heard with your own ears, my Admiral! Please remember, I love Braavos more than you, but right now, we are at a disadvantage!" The Sealord explained to the Admiral.
"If Braavos perishes, then it will be the evil fruit of you appeasers!" The Admiral stormed off in a rage, flinging his sleeves. No one knew what he intended to do.
"What are you doing?" The Sealord sharply reprimanded him.
"I will lead the fleet to break the ice and save the beggars and the starving. Surely that is permissible?" The Admiral retorted. The Admiral left, and a group of people affiliated with the Ferrega family also followed him away.
"Father, this man has intentions of rebellion!" Fergo whispered to the Sealord, very worried.
"Watch your words, Fergo! He is just blinded by anger!" The Sealord looked uneasily at the departing figure of the Admiral. What would the future hold? He couldn't say... Dragons flew over the Titan of Braavos, the Titan of Braavos watched menacingly but made no move.
The magnificent fleet departed triumphantly, and those who had accompanied the Dragonlord to lend support were all beaming with joy. Rhaegar had given them many gifts in return. Of course, Rhaegar gave the most to Shireen.
"What a magnificent sculpture! What you did today can be said to have made the Titan of Braavos bend the knee!" Shireen said to Rhaegar. Her blue-green hair was still lively and beautiful, with a heart-shaped face. Her outstanding beauty and charm were renowned on both sides of the Narrow Sea, and she possessed the nobility and authority of an Archon. Her suitors in Essos were countless, but the Archon only danced for the Dragonlord.
The two left Braavos and saw the spectacular Titan of Braavos. The statue's feet rested on the peaks of two separate small islands. The islands were covered with soldier pines and black spruces. His legs were built of rough stone, the same black granite as the sea rocks where he stood. Around the giant's waist was a green bronze battle skirt, and his breastplate was also bronze. He wore a half-helmet crown, and his flowing hair was dyed green hemp rope. His eyes were two caves, with large bonfires burning within them. One hand rested on the left ridge, bronze fingers clutching a giant rock; the other hand stretched towards the sky, gripping the hilt of a broken sword. The giant's breastplate had countless arrow holes, and his arms and shoulders were stained with splotches, all of which were seabird nests. More arrow holes dotted the inside of the Titan of Braavos's thighs, and there were murder holes beneath his battle skirt.
"Winter has arrived, and we are going to fight winter. When the weather is freezing, I don't want anyone to disrupt my plans!" Rhaegar said to Shireen. Blue snowflakes fell into Shireen's hair, and Rhaegar stretched out his hand, causing all the snowflakes to evaporate and disappear!
"The Titan of Braavos is not so easily reasoned with. Look at the eyes of those sailors and marines watching you! They will not forget today's humiliation. It is well known that Braavos is an overly proud city!" Shireen smiled, like a beautiful blue rose.
"Of course I know. If Braavos can gather an army to resist the Targaryen tyranny for me in the future, I would be delighted!" Rhaegar said profoundly to Shireen. The Golden Company, the Rhoyne River Alliance, he had prepared a lot for Braavos. Of course, the most brilliant move was in King's Landing. If Braavos invaded the inland sea of King's Landing, then this gift would definitely satisfy them!
"Be careful of your brother; he is too foolish and easily swayed! Promise me that when the world turns upside down in the future, you will cherish yourself and not confront enemies head-on! I have a premonition that forces opposing the Great Targaryen Alliance are brewing. That will be the final war. If that day comes, protect yourself first. When I return from the North, I will use the magic dragons to blast those opponents one by one into the sky!" Rhaegar said seriously to Shireen. This was not a joke; the final war was coming, poised to sweep across the known world.
"I will! I rarely see you this serious!" Shireen kissed Rhaegar. It was an adult's kiss.
Rhaegar's plan was to run if they couldn't win. They left Essos, and once the magic dragons landed, it would be a complete bloody cleansing of the opposition. Rhaegar had been preparing for this moment for a long time. He also told his inner circle of confidants the same idea. Oldro was in Pentos, Shireen in Tyrosh, Lysandro in Lys, and Marajo in Volantis. These people would be needed for the future imperial power.
As their ship left Braavos, Rhaegar saw white mist suddenly rising on the sea north of Braavos. This was not a good omen!
Could it be that the Night King had awakened?
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