MTL - Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day-Chapter 70 freemen

Chapter 70 Free People

 “Relax, I’ll be right out!”

 After careful consideration, Rhaegar decided to be on the safe side and be honest.

He put the dagger back into his space bracelet and slowly walked out of the cave with his hands raised high.

As soon as he came out of the cave, he saw an open bow and arrow pointing at him.

Rhaegar jumped and took half a step back.

 “Is it a child?”

 The person pulling the bow was a half-grown girl wearing a leather skirt and jacket, staring at Rhaegar in confusion.

Rhaegar felt a chill when he saw the other party's dress.

The girl in the leather skirt did not put away her bow and arrows because of this, and moved slowly, warning: "Is there anyone else in the cave? Come out together!"

Rega stood there and did not dare to move. He said honestly: "No need to shout, I am alone."

“Fart, how can you, a child, walk through the swamp jungle?”

The girl in the leather skirt cursed, and her sharp eyes swept over Rega's body.

Rhaegar understood instantly.

 The other party mistook him for a child from a noble family through his clothes.

ˆ He pondered for a moment: "Are you... from a certain tribe?"

 He used the words very euphemistically and did not say the word "savage".

 The so-called savages are the collective term for free people who do not obey the jurisdiction of local lords.

 A group of unruly, barbaric and rude barbarians.

 This is what the bachelor who taught him said.

The girl in the leather skirt ignored him and continued to stare at the entrance of the cave.

 Behind her, two small boys rushed out.

Wearing animal skin clothes, he holds a bone ax and shovel in his hand.

 Each person held Rhaegar firmly with one hand and dragged him aside.

 “Be gentle, don’t use so much force.”

Rhaegar said helplessly as it hurt a little from being pressed by them.

 Two boys, one about ten years old, thin and weak.

 One looks bigger, dark-skinned, and very strong.

 They did not listen to Rhaegar at all and paid serious attention to the movements of the girl in the leather skirt.

 Facts have proved that Rhaegar did not lie.

The girl in the leather skirt dodged to the entrance of the cave, and an arrow flew out, hitting the hard rock wall.

 Looking around, the cave was completely empty.

 Let alone Tibetans, there are not even a mouse.

The tense atmosphere eased, and the girl in the leather skirt secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She picked up the bow and arrow and signaled the two younger brothers to take Rhaegar into the cave.

 The thin boy tied Rhaegar with a hemp rope and threw him in the corner of the cave.

Rhaegar moved disgustedly to avoid brushing against the dusty cobwebs.

The girl walked up to him, held his chin with her hand, and said fiercely: "Who are you? Which family are you from? Where are you, sir?"

Rhaegar was pinched so hard that he stared at the girl displeased.

“You still dare to stare at me, and if you don’t tell me the truth, you will be punished!” The girl increased her force and was full of threats.

 After some contact, Rhaegar felt much bolder.

 He glanced at the girl several times.

 A very capable girl with curly brown hair, a high bridge of nose, and regular facial features.

Rhaegar didn't care about any of this.

 He only values ​​two points.

 The girl’s wheat-colored smooth skin and the blood blisters on her knuckles.

Rhaegar's eyes flashed and he said: "You are not a wild man, are you?"

 The girl's expression changed slightly, and she said coldly: "I'm asking you something, don't change the subject."

 “That’s your brother, and neither of you are savages.”

 The change in the girl's attitude made Rhaegar even more convinced of his guess.

In the girl's doubtful eyes, Rega spoke eloquently: "Savages have been living outside since childhood, and they can't raise smooth faces, let alone sick rice."

 Lega glanced at the thin boy with a pointed look.

 As a senior frail patient, he is very sensitive to personal health issues.

 You can tell at a glance that the thin boy is not in good physical shape, and he does not look like a savage child. In other words, a savage cannot raise a child born with poor health.

The girl's face darkened, she released her hand holding Rega's chin, and said politely: "So what, you are very smart, but cleverness can't save your life."

 “Tell me where you came from, or I will show you no mercy.”

“No, no, no, I am only 6 years old. Abusing children is not allowed anywhere.”

Rhaegar shook his head repeatedly and suggested: "Untie me, let's have a heart-to-heart talk, maybe I can help you."

 At the end, he emphasized: "I know many bachelors who are proficient in herbal medicine and can help your brother treat his illness."

 “My brother is not sick!” the girl retorted disdainfully.

Rhaegar didn't believe it: "Your brother's face is pale, and he doesn't seem to be sick."

 “If you keep talking nonsense, I’ll beat you up!” The girl threatened with her fist raised.

Rega immediately became honest and smiled coquettishly.

People have to bow their heads under the eaves, because they don’t want to suffer physical pain.

In view of Rhaegar's thin appearance, the girl thought about it and untied his straw rope.

“Sister, he seems to be a child of a noble family...”

 The thin boy reminded in a low voice.

“Nonsense, look at the clothes he’s wearing, he looks like he’s a child from a noble family.”

 The sturdy boy choked him.

The thin boy shut up angrily and squatted aside to watch.

The girl glared at the burly boy and said seriously: "Tessen, you go find Uncle Falcon and the others, and Tormund and I will interrogate him."

"But…"

The boy named Tessen looked reluctant and was forced back by the girl's dangerous eyes.

He ran out of the cave coyly.

With one person missing, the girl's expression softened a lot and she said calmly: "My name is Baolan, he is my brother Tormund, and we are from the Peregrine Tribe."

 “Where’s the last name?” Rhaegar asked tentatively.

“Without a surname, we are illegitimate children, and we are hated by dogs.”

　Judging from the tone and manner in which she said this sentence, she was very angry about her origins.

That's right. Didn't that illegitimate child come here because of being looked down upon?

 No one else would accept it calmly.

Baolan asked: "Who are you? Why are you alone in the cave? What's with the blood and the excrement outside?"

Rhaegar pursed his lips, hesitating whether to reveal his true identity.

If the other party is a sane person, he can be detained and exchanged with the royal family for money.

 But as an illegitimate child who is very dissatisfied with her birth, who knows if she will do something mindless out of jealousy.

 Baolan's eyes never left him for a moment, and she could guess his concerns with just a quick guess.

He said disdainfully: "Just tell me, I won't do anything to you. The Peregrine Tribe is an orderly tribe that protects young children and women."

 “Well, I hope you’re not too surprised.”

Rhaegar shrugged and said: "My name is Rhaegar Targaryen. The king is my father. I come here riding a dragon and travel the scenery of the continent."

This statement is half true and half false.

 Not only can one tell one's origins, one must also intimidate the other party.

"Targaryen! Are you a prince?" Baolan was stunned for a while before she realized what she was saying.

Younger brother Tormund's eyes were full of excitement, and he stepped forward and asked: "You said you came here with a dragon, but where is your dragon?"

 “Answer the questions one by one, don’t be impatient.”

Rhaegar solemnly said: "Once again, I am indeed a prince. Look at my silver hair and purple eyes. They are the symbols of the Targaryen family."

 He has to ensure his own personal safety.

 As long as they don't go crazy, they shouldn't be able to hurt him.

 The two siblings in front of them were still immersed in the excitement of kidnapping a prince.

  Capturing the true dragon blood of a Targaryen in his lifetime is a bit bizarre no matter how you say it.

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