186. Chapter 180 Anne of the Hedgerow

Author: Kel'Thuzad's Cat

Chapter 180 Anne of the Hedgerow

Sislaine Jimbet stroked his forehead.

Their tandem was too late!

No, it should be said that Rhaenyra had already seen their thoughts.

That’s why we announced the new policy right away.

It is impossible to riot because there is a dragon in the sky and it is not chained down.

It is impossible to go on strike, but now you can support your family and earn a living by participating in the reconstruction of Tyrosh.

It is completely affordable to swallow the oil of a trading city-state's Targaryen wealth.

"It's impossible to expect that Tyrosh won't be able to regain its former prosperity!"

The Stepped Islands are the only way to pass between the two continents. They can avoid seasonal storms and tides. They are of great strategic significance (equivalent to the Strait of Malacca). Tyrosi relied on it to make its fortune.

Therefore, after Tyrosh is rebuilt, merchants will continue to arrive, even if this is the city of dragons and the witch's lair.

So whether they were mercenaries or merchants, civilians or farmers, they all understood the situation in Tyrosh - the old nobles were just overestimating their capabilities, and their rule existed in name only.

Sure enough, someone wanted to report something now. Sislaine Jimbet saw the big businessmen who once admired their power.

They are all good at adapting to the wind! After all, fools have long been buried in the wind and waves.

The boy archduke, dressed in rich clothes, mustered up the courage to walk up to Rhaenyra and spoke to her. Chris Darro also quietly added a few words.

Suddenly, all cold eyes turned to the old nobles who stood out among the crowd.

"..." Sislaine Jimbet broke out in a cold sweat, because the soldiers had already come to capture them who were unarmed.

"Witch, no, saint!" The old nobles begged for mercy, "Mercy! Mercy! These are all misunderstandings!"

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"You have really lost yourselves in the power of the past." Rhaenyra sneered at the many nobles sitting in the dungeon.

Do you still think that I am the kind of grand duke who only buys votes? I also have to please you to get votes.

"There is no such thing as Targaryen rules, only blood and fire."

The dragon is the best authority and kingship.

"For the sake of the Supreme Council, I let you go, and now you are seeking your own death?"

"Witch, you don't mean what you say!" Sislaine Jimbet looked mad and scolded.

"You said that returning the sovereignty of the city-state of Tyrosh only requires one-third of the Stepstone Islands and the disputed land. Even if the army is stationed and the concession is opened, it will only occupy a small part of the city-state.

But now, why don’t you leave!”

God of three heads, look at what your people have become caused by the witch.

"I have indeed returned the sovereignty of the city-state!" Rhaenyra looked confused, "These orders were issued in the name of the new Grand Duke of Tyrosh."

Any questions?

"And who says I will definitely leave? This is not stated in the treaty. We are just here to visit Tyrosi."

Valyrian-style "friendship" and "mutual assistance" - refers to visiting with troops and dragons.

"Shameless! Crazy!" the nobles in the dungeon cursed, "The most cunning witch in the world!"

"Okay!" Rhaenyra interrupted the nobles impatiently, "Now you have to pay the price for your rebellion in trying to overthrow the Grand Duke!"

"What price?" Many nobles were surprised and uncertain, wondering what kind of hole the witch had dug for them.

"The deeds and leases of your property in the city..." simply put, it means real estate.

"Impossible..." Sithlaine Jimbet shouted out first, he had already seen through Rhaenyra's intention.

She has already obtained the properties of those dead nobles. If they hand over their family properties, 80% of the city's economy will be controlled by Targaryen.

She will become the true lord of the city-state!

"Actually, it's okay if you don't hand it over. I'm better at looting - I mean, from dead people."

The old nobles shuddered and could no longer be tough.

“…”

"Then do you promise to set us free? After taking over our property."

"..." Rhaenyra was silent this time.

There was a great conflict between slaves and slave owners, and there were many calls for Rhaenyra to execute them.

But these old nobles are still an indispensable part of Rhaenyra's "Peace and Mutual Assistance Treaty", and the trading city-state will not allow it if everyone is dead.

Therefore, these people are destined to be imprisoned in the dungeon, and there is no need to think about freedom.

Don't put him to death because it is still useful.

Seeing that Rhaenyra was silent, she seemed to be thinking that it would be more convenient to get the inheritance from the dead.

Sislaine Jimbet panicked, "We are willing to surrender and serve you."

The situation is stronger than the people. The eight nobles are no longer the kings of Tyrosh... Sithlaine finally woke up after being imprisoned in the dungeon for so long, but it was too late.

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"Hiss!" Syracuse jumped out of the deep sea, emitting bursts of water vapor, with two giant jellyfish in the dragon's mouth.

"Hiss!" The two underage giant dragons roared excitedly after seeing their "sister". This is a "tonic" that can increase straight-line speed. It also suits the taste, and has a burnt smell like an undersea volcano.

Adult dragons can swim on the seabed using wings and other power.

But the same cannot be said for underage dragons, who are not strong enough and risk drowning.

Syracuse is helping to hunt.

"It would be great if the young dragons could grow up quickly." Adonis and Earas were both very young and did not contribute much in this battle. Rhaenyra was afraid that they would be shot down and captured.

To those crazy mercenaries and nobles, the preciousness of young dragons is greater than all treasures.

Even if it is locked and cannot be used, it can only be an eye-opener.

"Dragonstone Island is a natural danger, and there are wild dragons. The trading city-states would not have thought of this idea unless they were crazy."

In fact, Targaryen himself was helpless against the wild dragons.

You must know that during the reign of King Renrui, it was said that baby dragons were born on Dragonstone every year.

But their loss rate is too high.

Rhaenyra was also a little confused. It seemed that after leaving Valyria, Targaryen dragons tended to be stunted. Or was this a natural phenomenon among dragons, survival of the fittest?

Some Targaryen dragon eggs will also hatch monsters, just like the failed product of blood and fire magic.

Earas was lucky enough to have found the right owner and escaped being devoured or killed.

In addition, some other baby dragons were killed by their own kind.

For example, that glutton.

The Glutton has harmed so many young dragons, and there is nothing Targaryen can do about it. Not even the dragon knights can take care of it unless they keep watch day and night to drive it away.

The glutton problem must be solved!

Now Targaryen's wealth is enough to expand the dragon group. Even wild dragons are a kind of reserve, and the reserve dragon knights have stronger combat power.

What's more, Rhaenyra has been able to tame many dragons (Dreamhorn).

The mind sinks into the green land of dreams. The power of the horn is so powerful that it can connect to the Internet wirelessly even in another continent.

The green land was still so calm, with no wind blowing, only the sound of Rhaenyra's own faint breathing.

"Corruption..." These days Rhaenyra and the greenseer Clayface will be searching for corrupt creatures in the green lands... They are the manifestation of the decaying power of the Mother Tree.

Although it is not a real living thing, it is indistinguishable from living things and can hide and forage.

"It's a bit of a creation." Rhaenyra thought to herself, the true god is indeed a true god!

Lord Clayface, where are you?

Rhaenyra called out in the middle of the green space, but there was no sign of the Children of the Forest.

There were bursts of fierce noises coming from a distance.

"This is..." What catches my eyelids are countless black ants, encroaching on this green space of the soul!

Ni Mian and a stranger stood under a green fence. When he saw someone coming, his expression moved slightly.

The stranger smiled and said hello: "Hello, Holy Lady, I am Annie."
Chapter completed!