Author: Kel'Thuzad's Cat

Chapter 147 Before departure

By the time of the Nightingale, Junlin had gradually woken up.

The dawn light shone on the ground, and the golden robes and soldiers began patrolling.

"Your Highness, would you like to sleep a little longer?"

"No."

In the green dreamland, you can rest and practice magic without feeling tired at all.

Rhaenyra received the guidance of her "teacher", and the awakened greenseer Clayface has been teaching her the ways of nature from time to time.

"It's a pity that the growth spell that helped me the most is still in the hands of the Myr witch!" Sooner or later, I have to snatch it back.

After being dressed by her maids, Rhaenyra walked out of the Red Keep and headed to Visenya Hills via the Street of Steel. The residents in the city followed the same actions as her.

The guards opened the way ahead, and residents stopped on the roadside to salute. During the process, they passed a blacksmith shop with statues of unicorns and griffons at the door, a cloth shop specializing in selling dyed cloth, a shop specializing in making breakfast, and then

A poor poor man can also spend a few copper stars to buy a pie without having to drink brown soup from a flea hole...

"Your Highness." A noble was already waiting at the entrance of the Great Cathedral. Rhaenyra nodded and kept walking, and everyone followed her.

She was the only one standing in front of the cathedral. Behind her were the ministers and higher-ranking nobles, the new bishop appointed by Rhaenyra, and then the ascetics, merchants, and bards...

"Boom"! The bells of the Great Cathedral have rang, and everyone knelt down to worship, closed their eyes, and drew seven-pointed stars on their chests. Only Rhaenyra's figure stood in the center of the church, and the sweet and sweet voice sounded.

“The countenance of our heavenly Father is firm and strong, judging error and upholding justice,

Determine the length of life and fortune, be kind and fond of children.

Our Lady brings the blessing of life, protects and cares for every woman,

Her smile puts an end to conflicts and she tenderly protects little children.

Warriors stand before the enemy and defend our north, south, east and west,

Holding a bow and a sword in his hand, he guards Zuoyou, a small child.

The old woman is old and wise, and can predict everyone's future destiny.

…

The seven gods created us and listen to our prayers all the time.”

A sacred and solemn atmosphere enveloped the crowd, listening to Rhaenyra's recitation. It was not until Rhaenyra finished reciting the last sentence and paused for seven blinks that everyone stood up one after another.

Businessmen, poets and citizens came out of the church to continue their busy day.

Since the High Septon led the bishops to Harrenhal, the person who presided over morning and evening prayers in the Great Sept was either Rhaenyra or the new bishop.

Westeros cannot lose King's Landing, just like HRE cannot lose Constantinople, King's Landing cannot live without the Great Sept, just like Rome cannot live without St. Peter's Church.

"Bloody faith!" This was the true opinion of Rhaenyra, who had to walk around King's Landing every morning to sing hymns.

But the nobles and commoners in King's Landing didn't think so. "The princess is too pious and sacred!" "The princess' voice sounds much better than the fat bishop!"

An impatient High Bishop and an equally impatient princess with a clear and melodious voice. The residents of King's Landing choose which one they choose.

Moreover, Rhaenyra's image was once again elevated, running towards the true saint.

In some markets and lively places in King's Landing, there are often funny clowns and jesters playing the role of certain big figures to entertain people.

Except for the king, none of them dared to choreograph it secretly, and the king was inevitably imitated.

However, as Rhaenyra's image gradually plumped up, people no longer dared to apply white powder and put on skirts to imitate her actions.

Because that would result in being loudly reviled or even beaten by the onlookers, "blasphemy!" "sinner!"

A certain "well-known actor" from a trading city-state was taught a lesson like this, "What's going on?" the dwarf asked loudly to the crowd, "I used to imitate the royal family and nobles, and only the common people applauded me?" You said I turned the lady into a master.

Their ugliness is imitated vividly.

"You can imitate the prodigal prince or the duchess, it doesn't matter...but the holy princess is too special." Ridiculing her was equivalent to ridiculing the archbishop.

"Today's most popular dramas are either The Recruit to Fight the Bandits, or Syracuse and the Kingswood..."

I have never heard of these! The dwarf thought in frustration.

"Don't you know, King's Landing held a poet conference some time ago, and many poets stayed to compose songs and plays!"

The dwarf's jaw dropped. No wonder no one watched his funny show. It turned out that the people of King's Landing looked at him very cunningly.

"Go and have a look!" the businessman who kindly talked to the dwarf pointed out, "I heard that most of these performances are free and there is no admission fee!"

"Then how do poets and actors make money?" The dwarf was stunned again.

"This, there are many kinds of things." The businessman talked eloquently.

"First of all, it is subsidized, and it can be registered as an exclusive script at the King's Landing office. If anyone uses it to perform it in the future, they will have to pay the original author."

"In order to create more beautiful and profitable poems, poets used the gold dragons they earned from the conference to hire actors, perform for free, and accumulate fame!

By the way, actors are also protected by law and their wages must be settled by their employer. Some famous actors are very expensive!"

"There are also some venues, such as if the performance is in a tavern or a noble mansion, then you can just lie down and collect the money. Of course, this can only be done by capable poets."

"King's Landing is really the capital of art!" The dwarf's eyes shone, as if he had found the value of his life. He also wanted to stage the most valuable comedy and become the most famous actor!

There was more than one person who had the same idea as him. Although the poet conference had ended, the poets did not all leave. Instead, they stayed in King's Landing to maintain the prosperity and excitement here.

This prosperity not only stabilizes King's Landing, but also helps Syracuse fulfill his priestly duties!

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In the Red Castle, Renee climbed onto the dragon saddle of Syrax, and Viserys warned, "I wish you a safe return, my child."

"I will win victory for Targaryen!" The dragon soared into the air, and Gray Shadow flew with the other two dragons.

"Your Majesty, the princess is a smart person, ahem..." Grand Scholar Lunetel, whom he had not seen for a long time, appeared next to the king.

"I will keep myself safe." The old bachelor took a few deep breaths before continuing.

However, Viserys stood there, motionless.

After a while, he sighed leisurely, "You know, I used to doubt whether my own choice was right or not."

Choose Rhaenyra as your heir.

The most important thing in Viserys's heart is the responsibility of the Targaryen family.

He swore to the Seven Gods that he had once had a dragon dream!

Dragon Dream is a family legend, and it is also the talent that Dragon Knights dream of. It was Dreamwalker Denise who gave them the inducement to save the world, and they moved from Fire Peak to the Frontier.

In Viserys' dream, he couldn't tell whether the person in the dream was a man or a woman, or whether there was a dragon. He only knew that the person would use the sword in his hand to drive away the night and become the savior.

Viserys has an indecisive character, but he is willing to sacrifice for all Targaryen goals. However, just because he always wanted a male heir, Emma Arryn died due to childbirth.

"I used to be very hesitant, staring at the fire, asking myself over and over again, maybe I am wrong, maybe I have always been wrong!" Viserys shook his head, he suspected that his dream was wrong, it just happened after thinking about it.

hallucination.

"So I..." Viserys wanted to express his troubles, but his pride did not allow him to do so.

"Your Majesty, do you still doubt this now?"

"No, Rhaenyra is much better than I thought."

Although I don't know if the savior thing is right, there is nothing wrong with Rhaenyra inheriting the throne.

All the great nobles were obedient, and even the Stormlanders did not resist when they were being blackmailed. The tamed dragon also set a new record for the Targaryen family.

"When I changed the heir from Daemon to Rhaenyra, it showed my confidence."
Chapter completed!