Chapter 417: Pioneering Lord

Bang——

The door closed hastily, revealing the embarrassment of the person who closed it.

Rhaegar chuckled and held up the letter to express his joy for a while.

The letter said that Jeyne was pregnant.

The month was very young, probably when they were in Gulltown last time.

Rhaegar's heart was warm, and he muttered: "I'm not bad at giving birth to children."

In his head, he was already thinking about the third child who had not yet taken shape.

He didn't know if it was a boy or a girl, and whether it would take the appearance of the mother, who was from the Arryn family.

He vaguely remembered that the Targaryen had a custom of the first child taking the mother's appearance.

That is, when a Targaryen man married a woman from another race, the first child born would inherit the mother's appearance.

Rhaegar pondered for a while, smiled and said to himself: "They are all my children, and there is nothing wrong with the Arryn family."

Rhaenyra's children were destined to occupy the positions of the eldest and second sons, and there was no need to worry about Jeyne's children competing for them.

He just needed to accept the child wholeheartedly.

Besides, since she looks like the Arryn family, it would be more logical for her to inherit the Eyrie and the Vale in the future.

"Hmm~"

Rhaegar's eyes turned, and he thought ahead.

Jeyne had no status yet, so the child she gave birth to would be a bastard.

But the war is not over yet, and the plan to marry more women is far-reaching.

Let alone Rhaenyra.

The Church of the Seven Gods would be the first to jump out and shout, and many nobles who abide by tradition would also oppose it.

And those lords who oppose women inheriting the territory would also use this to attack Jeyne's duke status.

Rhaegar thought about it, but there was no good way.

If you want to break the rules, you have to be strong enough.

He looked sideways and looked at the blue sky of Myr.

Speaking of which.

Myr is located in the Myr Bay surrounded on three sides, and the city-state is connected to the Myr River at the estuary, which is an ideal location.

The creativity of the city-state is not low either.

Various light industries are very developed, including high-density lenses for astronomical observation, crossbows that can fire three rounds in a row, and thin lace...

The city-state architecture adopts a combination of water and land styles.

Pavilions and attics built with white stones, fountains, statues, and squares all over the city.

Winding rivers flow along the ditches inside and outside the city-state, connecting the port on the west bank with the Myr River on the east land.

There are many rich people in the city, and even several small banks have been opened.

However, in order not to arouse public anger, Rhaegar did not touch the bank for the time being, leaving it for later effects.

Looking at it, Rhaegar was stunned and whispered softly: "It's really a treasure land."

Among the three women's countries, his favorite ones are Lys and Myr.

Lys has the largest population, and the brothel industry is prevalent, so there are many rich people.

Myr is versatile and the best in the world of handicrafts.

The city-state is located on the land of Essos, which is convenient for colonization and expansion of territory.

According to the original plan, he wanted to leave Rees to Daemon, take 50% of the city-state tax revenue from him, and build an overseas transit station.

However, Daemon was too arrogant and seized Tyrosh, which was relatively industrially declining.

In addition to the prosperous slave trade, Tyrosh was most famous for its mercenaries.

If he took over this castle, it would be like cutting bones and cutting meat to eliminate slavery, and it would be difficult to stabilize the unemployed mercenaries.

But if Daemon wanted to, let him suffer.

See if he has the ability to govern.

"Myr, a land worth developing."

Rhaegar's purple eyes were full of stars, and his mind was spinning.

He was considering a backup measure to delay the issue of marrying more.

Even if the child could not inherit the Eyrie, he would be forced to take the Targaryen surname.

If no one welcomed the child, he would give the child to Myr.

He was not afraid of the disaster of brothers fighting each other if there were too many children.

It was right to give each person a piece of territory and point the blade outward.

Harrenhal, the Prince's Palace, Lys, Myr, apart from the eldest son who will inherit the throne, there are still enough for four children to be divided.

If that is not enough, he will conquer Dorne.

Although Dorne is located in the desert, there are still many fertile oasis lands.

It is also enough to divide a few children.

He wants to be like Aegon the Conqueror and his great-grandfather Jaehaerys.

Conquer land while having children.

More land means more children.

Children rule the land, give birth to children to continue to conquer new land.

More new land means more children.

Generation after generation, the Targaryens will only become stronger and will not fall into endless internal friction.

Rhaegar's mind is very clear.

This is not the time of Old Valyria, when there were forty dragon kings competing with each other.

No owner... No, there are lands without dragons everywhere, and Targaryens with dragons can be called the chosen ones.

Tasting the sweetness of conquering the Three Women's Kingdom, Rhaegar became keen on conquering land.

Invasion...crossed out

Essos was originally a colony of the Freehold Empire.

The Targaryens recovered the lost territory and restored the glory of the Freehold.

With this thought, Rhaegar jumped up, picked up the fallen carving knife and went out.

He was only 16 years old, and he was almost the father of three children.

According to his talent for longevity, he could live to be a hundred years old.

With the current efficiency of childbirth, it is difficult to estimate how many offspring he will have.

He is going out to fight for the territory of his offspring.

...

Myr, on the outskirts of East City.

"Hiss--"

"Hiss..."

Two giant dragons, one black and one red, circled and led the cavalry team below.

Looking back, the thick walls of Myr can be vaguely seen.

The glutton flapped his wide wings, gliding as low as possible, exploring in the southeast direction.

About a quarter of an hour.

A cavalry team of hundreds of people stepped onto a wide road paved with black dragonstone.

This is the Valyrian Road, a special path for transporting supplies and building the army during the ancient Valyria period.

The road splits in two directions, one leading to Pentos in the north, and the other leading to Volantis on the Rhoyne River.

Of course, this is the approximate direction.

There were not only nine free trade cities in the west of the Essos continent, but also many more prosperous towns.

Unfortunately, with the destruction of ancient Valyria, it was burned down.

Now, the road to Pentos is gone halfway.

The road to Volantis is more thoroughly destroyed, and there is a barren land at the end.

"Hiss--"

The glutton roared, jumped over the low and barren woods, and flew over the wide Myr River.

The river flows rapidly, all the way to the southeast.

At the end of the river, there is a large piece of unowned land sandwiched in the east by the three city-states of Myr, Tyrosh, and Lys.

It is also called the Disputed Land.

In the middle of the Disputed Land, there are two huge inland lakes without specific names.

The Myr River leads to the inland lake, connecting the northern half of the disputed land.

Rhaegar rode on the dragon's back, overlooking the long river and the land below.

The river is turbulent, so there is less silt accumulated in the river channel.

Irrigated by the river water, the land is fertile enough, and the mountains are full of various shrubs and herbs.

The most satisfying thing for Rhaegar.

The land is flat enough, a standard plain terrain.

To the northeast of Myr is the endless Norvos Hills.

To the east is the confluence of the Rhoyne River and the Thurn River, forming a natural partition.

In other words.

This land is very suitable for farming.

After flying for a while, Rhaegar ordered the Glutton to land.

The dragon chose a river bend and its huge body slowly landed.

"Hiss..."

Melias circled twice and landed not far away with Rhaenys.

The aunt and nephew looked at each other and silently surveyed the nearby land.

After a while, the cavalry of the Second Sons led by Robb arrived.

Robb dismounted, ordered the brothers of the Second Sons to turn around, and walked towards Rhaegar with a few capable subordinates.

"Prince, what do you want?"

Robb's face was serious.

Rhaegar waved his hand: "Don't be so nervous, look at the land we conquered more."

The Three Kingdoms of Women were broken, and the so-called disputed lands were changed, all of which were Targaryen lands.

Robb was smart, and after observing the river bay with accumulated fine sand, he couldn't help but think of the scene of running all the way.

River water, fertile soil, and rich vegetation.

In terms of land alone, it is not inferior to the stone mill he granted, but it lacks population and towns.

Rhaegar didn't like to dawdle, and said frankly: "The brothers of the Second Sons have no fiefdoms, and the disputed lands have no lords. They deserve praise."

If you want to truly control the three city-states, the disputed lands must be used.

Myr is not bad, hundreds of thousands of slaves have light industrial skills, and they can gain wealth by reopening trade.

Lys and Tyrosh made their fortunes by selling slaves, brothels, and mercenaries, which are prohibited in Westeros.

Rhaegar himself was unwilling to make a profit from this.

The slave population was piling up, and the proletariat was innumerable. Land was the solution.

Enfeoff the proletarian knights who were loyal to him, divide up some slaves as subjects, and develop the territory rooted in Essos.

Robb was surprised to hear this, and he was about to say something while his mind was turning.

Rhaegar asked: "Speak your mind, you are the leader of the Second Sons, you should fight for his interests."

"Prince, forgive me for being blunt."

Robb organized his words and said with difficulty: "The land is indeed fertile, but the brothers of the Second Sons are all proletarians. Even with the development order you issued, they have no money to operate the territory."

A qualified noble territory must have at least a castle.

Secondly, the farm tools for reclamation, the food to feed the subjects, and the mills for grinding rice and flour are all large investments.

Robb was confident that if his brothers had this much money, they would rather live out their lives in Lys's brothels.

Rhaegar thought it made sense, he had thought about these issues a long time ago.

There are so many lands in Westeros, and not many proletarian knights have started from scratch and created a new noble family.

The peak of the life of the second son of a noble, except for the death of his elder brother who ranks higher, is to serve the great nobles.

For ordinary people, being a knight is a blessing from the Seven Gods.

Proletarian knights are the mainstream of society, providing human resources for the nobles.

Rhaegar thought about it and said seriously: "The royal family can provide some loans. How many do you think dare to expand the territory?"

"Prince, the treasury doesn't have that much money."

Robb looked distressed.

He is also the commander of the royal guard and has heard many complaints from the finance minister Linman.

"I know how much money there is in the treasury better than you."

Rhaegar's expression did not change, and he said: "I want to open up the wasteland, and I need at least thirty new lords who dare to try."

"Thirty people..."

Robb's face eased a little, and he gritted his teeth: "We can find them, but we need enough money, and the help of maesters and doctors."

Without money and technology, failure is the main theme.

"No problem. We will survey the land suitable for cultivation along the Mill River Basin."

Rhaegar patted Robb's shoulder heavily, full of confidence.

There are knights of the Second Sons willing to be lords, and there are slaves with no property to serve as subjects, just right.

As for where the money comes from?

The Iron Bank!

Turning his head, Rhaegar looked at Rhaenys expectantly and asked, "Aunt, can the Velaryon family still get in touch with the Iron Bank?"

"During the war, the Iron Bank will not lend to the enemy."

Rhaenys sighed lightly and immediately saw through her nephew's thoughts.

Rhaegar grinned, his eyes sparkling, and said, "If we can't borrow, the bank can."

The three city-states all retain banks, so they will be used.

As the largest financial entity, the Iron Bank will not give up the opportunity to annex other financial entities.

As for whether the Sea King of Braavos will object?

The Sea King is the Sea King, and he cannot represent the power group behind the Iron Bank.