Chapter 17 Sparking Outrage
Pointing at the unconscious Bart, he sarcastically said:
"This knight seems to be very unfriendly to me, and he is even more discriminatory towards us, the people of Dorne."
"this is not right."
The spear cut off one of Bart's ears, and the Dornish youth said: "I heard a saying that women in the valley are not as beautiful as goats. Is this true?"
"To be honest, I haven't experienced what it's like to be a woman in the upper valley. I don't know if they are really inferior to goats."
He kicked Bart in the head and mocked: "Hey, Knight of the Valley, tell me your opinion and give me some reference."
Bart was bleeding profusely from multiple wounds and was dizzy.
As the Dornish youth chattered on, Bart took a strong breath and twitched the corners of his lips, as if he wanted to say something.
The Dornish youth knelt down, pulled his hair up, and said with a grin, "If you want to speak, speak louder."
"Ahem, son of a bitch...Dorn...monkey..."
Coughing up two mouthfuls of blood, Bart spat bloody phlegm all over the other person's head and face, laughing and cursing weakly.
"Haha, damn Gu Di Lao."
The filth angered the Dornish youth, but he did not kill him.
A happy death is a gift.
He didn't want this valley old to die so easily.
The spear pierced Bart's limbs one after another, each time spinning and churning in the flesh, causing extreme pain.
The torture lasted ten full minutes.
When Bart finally couldn't hold on any longer, he pierced his throat with the tip of his gun.
End his pain.
"Damn Dornish, you will be punished!"
Suddenly, a curse came from the seats outside the venue, followed by an empty wine glass being thrown.
With a snap, he fell into the muddy field.
This scream sounded like a clarion call to vent.
More and more people in the audience stood up, yelled, and threw things at the Dornish youth.
Wine glasses, apples, dinner plates...
Even several women's high heels.
Rhaenyra stood in the crowd, staring expressionlessly at the Dornish youths who were dodging back and forth, mocking and laughing.
As the princess of the kingdom, she had no good impression of the Dornish people.
Moreover, her mother, Emma Aylin, was from the guardian family of the valley.
The Dornish youth not only killed the knights of the valley who were loyal to her, but also mocked the women of the valley unscrupulously.
Undoubtedly it no longer angered Rhaenyra's desire to kill.
"Cole, you go out and fight him and kill him for me!"
Rhaenyra turned her head and gave Cole instructions.
Cole looked embarrassed: "I am happy to serve the princess. That Dornishman is indeed hateful."
"However, I am a member of the Kingsguard. I cannot take the initiative to enter a duel without the king's order."
"Then I'll find someone who can make the decision."
Rhaenyra threw Cole away, walked to Viserys, and lowered her voice: "Father, that man is too arrogant. He is trying to bring shame on the kingdom."
"I can ask Cole to take action, and he will definitely avenge Bart Knight."
Viserys was already furious.
Although he agreed with his daughter's proposal, he still maintained his rationality and persuaded them: "Wait a minute, there are many brave knights in the kingdom, and the Kingsguard cannot act arbitrarily. They must give young people a chance to show off."
These words made sense. Rhaenyra wanted to refute, but she suppressed the words that came to her lips.
The contest had to continue, and Leonor spoke out to stop the audience from insulting and attacking the Dornish youth.
In front of everyone, the young man from Dorne said arrogantly: "The knights in the valley are vulnerable. Are there any more powerful players? I long for real opponents, not just cowards and cowards."
He laughed, as arrogant as he wanted.
"I come!"
Such a hateful guy attracted the hatred of a large number of players, and a middle-aged knight in silver-grey armor stood up.
He took the initiative to walk to the competition ground, holding a long sword in his hand, and said solemnly: "My name is Saul Balot. I come from the storm land. Let me teach you how to be a person with awe."
The Dornish youth smiled playfully: "Really? I hope you will be as majestic as before, Knight of the Stormland."
…
On the other side, the banquet area.
Sumptuous delicacies filled rows of dining tables, and many aristocratic women and young ladies chatted around the same table, like a tea party.
Rhaegar occupied a dining table alone, clearing a large area in front of him and placing the same pastry.
Tell me what the name is.
Similar to chocolate chip cookies, but with a tart shape and a sweet and chewy texture.
"It's so delicious. Who studied this stuff?"
Tasting the delicious food, Rhaegar's eyebrows curled up as he ate, so unhappy.
"No, I have to ask Allison when I get back which cook is so good, and ask him to make pastries for me in the future."
Rhaegar thought.
While he was eating, a figure suddenly sat next to him.
In Rega's doubtful eyes, he took a plate of chocolate pastries and put it into his mouth to chew, looking very intoxicated.
"Where did this person come from and why did he eat my pastries?"
Rhaegar cursed secretly, but didn’t say much after all, since there were still several games left.
However, reality taught Rhaegar a lesson.
When something makes you unhappy, if you don't stop it, it will only make you more unhappy.
Rega had just taken a few bites when the other party was already devouring it.
A plate of pastries was devoured in a blink of an eye.
“It tastes really good, a good cook who does his job.”
The other party muttered something and took away another plate of pastries without waiting for his reaction.
Then the third set, the fourth set...
With only the last set left, Rega finally couldn't stand it anymore.
Teng stood up from the chair, protected the last plate of pastries in front of him, and asked loudly:
"Do you know who I am? Have you always been so brave if you dare to steal my pastries?"
He speaks with great energy, but it's a pity that he is too young.
Not to mention the childish voice, the increasingly rounded face is also harmless, like a child playing rough.
The other party scratched his curly hair in distress and said with a smile: "You are a prince, but the pastries are placed on the table just for the guests?"
Rhaegar became even more angry: "You know I'm a prince and you want to steal my cakes?"
"You won't let go of the last plate. How shameless are you to compete with children for food?"
"Well……"
"No one is old or young when it comes to delicious food. Besides, Prince, you are just a child. Eating too much sweets will cause tooth decay."
"If you can't control it, just give me the pastries. I'm not afraid of tooth decay."
The other party was shamelessly stubborn.
"You bastard, you still want to fool me, do you really think I'm a three-year-old child?"
Rhaegar pointed at the other person and ordered Ilic: "Sir, teach him a lesson, let him improve his memory, and see if he still dares to act rogue."
Eric:......
"Yes, Prince."
Although he was unwilling to take action at the banquet, the other party bullied the prince because he was young, so he had to take action to maintain the prince's dignity.
Ilic did not draw his sword, but strode behind the opponent and stretched out his big hand to hold his shoulders.
"No, no, no, Lord White Knight, I think there is a misunderstanding between us."
"I can't control it. If you mess with people you shouldn't mess with, you will have to bear certain consequences."
Eric didn't have time to talk to him, so he pinched his shoulders and tried to knock him down.
Snapped--
In the flash of lightning, an afterimage hit the back of Ilic's hand, crisp and precise.
Feeling the pain, Ilic subconsciously let go, and a bruise appeared on the back of his hand.
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