Chapter 19 Prince Ranger Daemon

Chapter 19 Prince Ranger——Damon

"We'll see."

Shiliu folded his hands indifferently.

Facts have proved that a superb swordsman's vision is vicious enough.

Within five minutes, Shillong's frequency of swinging his sword was greatly reduced, and the pointless pursuit stopped.

The Dornish youth grinned, knowing that the time had come to fight back.

The same style of play as in the previous battle with Bart, changing positions around Shillong, keeping a distance and stabbing with the spear.

Shillong raised his sword to defend, but there were always times when things were thick and thin.

The Dornish youth made an insidious feint to seduce Shillong into attacking.

At the moment when he was about to succeed, the young man from Dorne made a backhand move called Golden Rooster, which blinded one of Silon's eyes.

"Ah! I admit defeat and stop the duel!"

Knowing that the situation was over, Shillong endured the severe pain and yelled "stop" in humiliation, losing his determination to continue fighting with his opponent.

Bart's mistakes were too terrible, and he didn't want to follow in his footsteps.

As Shillong surrendered, the Dornish youth became even more arrogant, showing off their taunts crazily and not taking the other knights seriously.

He came here just to slap these nobles in the face.

As for the consequences?

Haha, since he dares to come, he naturally has something to rely on.

On the high platform, Viserys stared horribly at the Dornish young man beating his chest with his hands, his knuckles holding the armrests of the chair turning white.

"Damn the Dornish, go find a mighty knight and kill him!"

He gave orders to Leonor.

"No problem, Your Majesty."

Leonor did not dare to say anything and went backstage to find a knight who could defeat the Dornish people.

There are many contestants signing up to participate in the tourney, and the Dornishmen will not be proud for long.

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In the corner, Rhaegar turned around with an ugly expression, not wanting to see the people in the field yelling and acting like monkeys.

"Don't be angry. That Dornish boy is very skilled and smart. Most people can't fight him."

Xi Liu talked eloquently.

"I know that there are so many warriors in the kingdom, and the guy below will be defeated sooner or later."

Rhaegar spoke firmly.

"Yes, every powerful warrior has his own unique way of fighting."

Xi Liu's voice changed: "If I were to face that Dornish boy, the best way would be to show weakness to the enemy, use weaknesses to allow the opponent to attack first, and seize the opportunity to defend and counterattack."

Rega looked at him with a strange expression: "What, you want to play?"

"A wandering swordsman will not draw his sword easily unless he finds a reasonable reason to draw his sword."

Shiliu raised the corners of his mouth slightly and looked at Rhaegar meaningfully.

"What do you want, to apply for a job as a dance teacher at the Red Fort?"

Rhaegar was not surprised when the other party showed his fox tail.

Xiliu knelt down on one knee and said sincerely: "If the prince is willing, Xiliu can stay in the Red Castle as a dance teacher."

"Why?"

"No reason, I thought I just did it."

Rega raised his eyebrows and said: "This reason is not good. I don't dare to leave a dangerous person in my home."

Hearing this, Shiliu pondered for a moment and replied: "You are the eldest son of King Viserys I and the legal heir to the Iron Throne. Your identity and potential are worthy of my allegiance."

"This reason is good, but it still lacks sincerity."

Rhaegar still didn't trust him and warned: "One more thing, the heir to the Iron Throne is my sister. I have no intention of competing with her for that position. No one should try to sow discord between our siblings."

After saying that, Rhaegar turned and walked away without even looking at Shiliu.

This person appeared too suddenly, and he deliberately approached him from the beginning.

Show off your extraordinary skills by grabbing cakes, and show your precise vision in the duel.

All of them highlight their value to him.

Unfortunately, he revealed his purpose too early.

Do you really think Rhaegar is a child who doesn't understand anything?

He maintains his status as being superior to others, and once his domineering aura is unleashed, people will bow to him and be willing to follow him?

"Low-end means and sinister intentions. If I see Xi Liu in the future, I will be escorted directly into the dungeon."

As he walked towards Rhaenyra's position, Rhaegar complained angrily to Ilic.

"Yes, Prince."

Eric nodded in agreement, with a slightly hesitant look on his face.

Seeing that he was hesitant to speak, Rhaegar asked curiously: "What's the matter, Sir?"

"As the prince said, Shiliu's methods are too crude and do not match the wisdom of a superb swordsman."

Ilic asked doubts.

Rega's eyes flashed: "A good swordsman is not necessarily a good bachelor."

Even so, he paid a little attention.

Ever since the news of his recovery spread out, the situation in King's Landing has changed.

From urging Princess Rhaenyra to marry.

When it comes to discussing Rhaegar's favor with the white deer, which symbolizes royal power, he has the talent of a king.

I believe that it won’t be too long before some ministers lose their composure and suggest that the king revoke Rhaenyra’s qualification as heir and instead appoint his eldest son Rhaegar.

I learned from Ilic the reason why Viserys banned Rhaegar for half a year.

I just don’t want Rhaegar to receive too much criticism, which will affect his ambition and be bewitched by unscrupulous people.

Rhaegar had no objection to this and accepted his father's kindness.

Maybe it's because he's too young.

Rhaegar didn't care much about his qualifications as heir to the Iron Throne.

Rhaenyra had been the heir for several years, so why should he step in and steal something he didn't value.

"Hiss... Ga..."

Suddenly, a strange roar came from a distance.

Rhaegar raised his head and his expression changed instantly.

I saw a huge scarlet figure appearing in the sky, coming from far to near over the competition field.

Sharp horns, a snake-like slender neck, wide and powerful red wings...

"That's a dragon!"

Rega subconsciously exhaled, looking up at the flying dragon intently.

The arrival of the dragon attracted more than just Rhaegar to discover.

The entire audience was swept by the powerful wind whipped up by the dragon's wings, causing their hair to dance wildly and unable to open their eyes.

Many ladies' skirts were accidentally blown up, which was a feast for the eyes of the gentlemen next to them.

The scene immediately took a turn for the worse, and the crowd screamed and shouted, trying to escape from the dragon's shadow.

"Quiet, this is the dragon of House Targaryen, the king is with you, don't panic, don't run around!"

At this moment, a thick and powerful shout rang out, suppressing the panic in everyone's hearts.

It was a strong old man with white beard and white hair.

Captain of the Kingsguard—Harold Westling.

Beside him was the king sitting firmly on the high platform.

At this time, Viserys looked as usual, looking at the dragon calmly, showing off the temperament of a king.

The moment they saw the king, everyone seemed to take a reassurance, and the noisy scene eased a lot.

The brief panic passed, and sanity gradually returned.

Many people saw the dragon's appearance clearly and exclaimed.

"This dragon is Coraxio, Prince Daemon's dragon!"

"That's right, it's Corakxiu. I have fought side by side with Prince Daemon, and I will never admit my mistake."

"Look, there's someone on the dragon's back, it's Prince Damon..."

Corakxiu roared excitedly when his name was called, and red dragon flames mixed with thick black smoke were sprayed out from the dragon's kiss.

With countless people watching, Korakxiu circled the arena three times.

It wasn't until the figure on the dragon's back gave the order that the giant dragon slowly landed on the duel field.

As soon as Korak landed on the ground, he looked greedily at the originally arrogant Dornish youth, stretched out his snake-like neck, and sprayed hot water from his nostrils.

"Respected...respected...Prince Daemon..."

Facing a giant dragon that chooses people to devour, the Dornish young man was almost frightened out of his wits.

Shivering and retreating, he saluted and said hello to the people on the dragon's back in a panic.

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Note: Damon's appearance still needs to be more serious, and the knight-errant prince cannot be left out in the cold.