Chapter 299 The Deterrence of Dragons

Jason's face turned red after being scolded, and he hesitated and couldn't say a word.

Otto spoke at the right moment: "Your Majesty, it seems that many people are making wild assumptions about your will."

"No! I never meant that."

Jason swallowed and quickly denied it.

At this moment, Leonor happened to walk in from the tent door and said a message with a straight face: "Your Majesty, Lord Bolos's team has arrived at the camp not far away."

Jason took advantage of the opportunity and whispered: "Business matters, I will leave now."

After that, he walked down the stage in front of the main seat with his waist down and shut up honestly.

"snort!"

Viserys snorted heavily, and then vented his dissatisfaction with Boros: "When Boros comes, come to see me quickly. Do you still want me to go out to greet him?"

At this moment, the young king showed a tough stance.

Leonor said slowly: "I will ask one of the Kingsguard to receive you."

According to the treatment of a Duke of the First Realm, sending a Kingsguard to greet him is not considered out of bounds.

"etc."

Rhaegar interrupted without thinking, and suggested: "Lord Boros is invited, so I should go and greet him."

"Are you going?" Viserys frowned slightly.

Rhaegar admitted generously, with a smirk on his lips: "It's not just me, it's best if Aegon and the others go with me."

A son is better than a father. Viserys immediately realized that the eldest son was filled with bad feelings.

Then, he pursed his lips and smiled: "Okay, bring your younger brothers and sisters."

Rhaegar nodded and planned to go out.

Grand Bachelor Melos slowly walked onto the stage, carrying a backpack, and whispered: "Your Majesty, it's time to change the dressing."

"Trouble." Viserys held out his cut left hand.

Melos untied the bandage on his hand, removed the caked ointment on the blood stain bit by bit, and applied a new layer of soft ointment.

Everything is so natural and normal.

Rhaegar turned around and took a quick look, noticing that the wound on his father's hand was slightly ulcerated and was getting worse.

It had been a month since the last treatment, so it was not surprising that the wound had worsened.

but……

Rega glanced at Meros who was seriously changing his dressing, his purple eyes flashed slightly, and he strode out of the tent.

…

It didn't take long to find Aegon and Aemond in the picnic area not far from the main tent...

Helena and Daeron followed Allison to another ladies' tent, staying with some noble ladies.

Rhaegar walked into it calmly and explained his purpose to Allison.

Allison hugged a pillow and held a wine glass in his hand, and said in surprise: "Darren is only 7 years old, he wants to go too?"

"There's nothing I can't do. I rode a dragon around the world when I was 6 years old."

Rhaegar didn't give her a chance to shirk, so he called Helena and Daeron who were looking forward to it and left.

Allison's eyebrows knitted into a knot, and he secretly clenched his wine glass as he watched a pair of children leave him.

By this time, Rega had already led the people away.

Outside the camp, Darren cheered and jumped to the front.

It's really torture to be with a group of middle-aged ladies who smell of strong perfume.

Rhaegar walked forward without looking back, not caring what Allison thought.

The queen did love her children.

But her love was too heavy. Following Otto's harsh education, she always suppressed and controlled every move of her children.

Like keeping pets in captivity.

…

Outside the camp, there is a dirt road.

Several luxury carriages creaked along, followed by two groups of storm knights in armor and shields depicting the emblem of a crowned stag.

"The damn broken road should be made bigger and wider!"

In the first carriage, Bolos was irritable and spoke vulgarly.

Beside him, Lady Elena and her four daughters of different ages sat.

"Boros, we are already late."

Elena helplessly held her forehead and persuaded her husband to say less.

"So what, don't you have to wait for me?"

Boros's eyes widened and he said angrily: "The king is asking me to trouble him about the supply of materials. I can't help but solve this problem."

Regarding her husband's arrogance and arrogance, Elena sighed: "The king specially held a royal forest hunting and will not stop easily."

She comes from Nightsong City in the Dorne Frontier and is very crisis aware.

But Boros obviously couldn't listen, and instead became complacent: "The king has always been weak. He organized the Kingswood Hunt to marry his second son to my daughter, so as to win over Baratheon's support."

The four Baratheon girls looked at each other and saw a hint of disgust in each other's eyes.

They did not want to marry the king's second son.

At the last funeral, they secretly took a fancy to Rhaegar Targaryen, the king's eldest son.

A man who is powerful, skilled in martial arts, tall and handsome.

Elena glanced at her husband and daughters, sighed and lowered her head.

"I hope so!"

Not far from the camp, the team moved faster and soon saw the horse-repelling fortifications placed outside the camp.

Boros straightened the silk robe outside his bloated figure and said solemnly: "We are almost there. Show off the pride of the Baratheon family."

Not long after, the team arrived in front of the camp.

There was no room in the camp, so the carriage was forced to stop at the door, and the groom put down a low stool for the Duke and his family to get off.

The car door opened, and Bolos walked out immediately, holding his big belly with both hands and raising his proud head high.

"Hiss-"

A roar as loud as a bell resounded inside and outside the camp, and the dazzling sun was instantly blocked and disappeared.

Bolos was startled and subconsciously looked up.

A huge dragon as black as charcoal soared from the direction of the Royal Forest, its wings covering the entire camp.

As if sensing his gaze, the jet-black dragon lowered its head and looked down, its pale green vertical pupils locking the team below.

The next second.

The huge jet-black dragon opened its dragon's kiss, and smoke-like green dragon flames spurted out.

"Xu~~"

The horses were instantly frightened and struggled to pull the carriage until their legs gave out and they fell to the ground.

Bolos, who was standing on a low stool, was suddenly overturned and fell into a muddy pothole with a thud, letting out a terrified scream.

The dragon flames did not come.

The green dragon flames pierced the sky, and the black dragon collided head-on, flapping its wings and setting off gusts of wind.

"Hiss..."

Following it, a series of dragon roars with different sounds and colors sounded.

Wow…

In the dense royal forest outside, dragons of different colors soared into the sky, spitting dragon flames and flying over the camp.

"Wow..."

Aegon rode on Sunfire's back, his long shawl hair flying messily, cheering in the wind.

The smaller Theselion carried the even thinner Daeron, flapping his wings excitedly and constantly spraying azure dragon flames.

Helena was riding Dreamfire, which was second only to Glutton in size, and there was an excited Aemond on the saddle.

"Hiss!!"

Menghuo had a bad character, neighing and swooping down. The carriage covered with light blue scales passed by not far away, blowing out a scorching wind.

The carriage shook violently, swaying in the roaring wind, and the wheels creaked.

The white horses pulling the cart were in even worse condition. They foamed at the mouth, twitched and died of stress.

"alert!"

A middle-aged man with a resolute face stood out from the team. His armor was painted with dense nightingales on a yellow background.

He is Boros's father-in-law, Royce Cullen of the Cullen family in Nightsong City.

Royce pulled out his sword and quickly stepped forward to protect the lord and son-in-law Boros behind him.

The other storm knights followed suit, drew their swords, picked up their shields, and quickly formed a formation.

Unfortunately, their horses were so frightened by Meng Huo that they fell to the ground and could only run up from the ground in embarrassment to assemble.

Swish…

The Storm Knights took out their weapons, and the guards guarding the entrance to the camp immediately drew their swords in response.

"Stop it all!!"

When the situation was tense, a loud shout came from the camp, showing a toughness that could not be resisted.

Bolos got up and looked at him in shock and anger.

As soon as they caught sight, Rhaegar, dressed in black, strode forward, flanked by two Kingsguards in silver armor and white robes.

Seeing the person coming, Bolos' mind, hurt by his drinking and debauchery, immediately guessed that this was a show of force.

He had lost face in front of his wife, daughter and knights, and a sense of humiliation filled his heart.

Bolos pushed away Royce who was supporting him, and shouted with a red face: "Your Highness Rhaegar, this is the Targaryen way of hospitality, let the dragon hurt people maliciously!?"

"Lord Boros, please be careful with your words."

Lei Jia looked calm and said coldly: "As we all know, dragons are dangerous beasts, and it is normal to lose their temper occasionally."

By implication, Targaryens also lose their tempers.

Boros's simple mind did not hear the profound meaning, and anger filled his mind: "Who do you think is blind? Several princes and princesses are riding on the back of a dragon. It is clearly intentional!"

Rhaegar tilted his head, looked at the dragons flying in the sky, and said calmly: "You are wrong. They are not yet skilled in controlling dragons and can only train each other."

As he said that, he looked at the Baratheon family's carriage and smiled humbly: "The dragon has not yet been trained to be honest, so I'm afraid it has frightened the family members. I apologize to you on behalf of my younger brothers and sisters."

What he meant was obvious.

In the face of dishonest people, this is just a small warning!

"Rhaegar!"

Boros didn't accept this trick at all, and his face turned red and he was about to get angry.

Royce quickly grabbed him and persuaded him: "Don't be impulsive. It's a serious crime to rush into the crown prince."

"This is a self-directed trick." Bolos became angry.

Rhaegar raised the corner of his mouth slightly and interjected: "Lord Bolos, the dragon will be calmed down soon. Please forgive me."

"Hiss..."

As soon as the words were spoken, the roar of the glutton rang out in the sky.

This dark dragon, as huge as a mountain, shook its body in mid-air, raised its head and plunged into the clouds, spreading its wings and slowly flew away.

The largest dragon left, and the other three dragons stopped their noisy neighing and flapped their wings to hover low.

In a tacit understanding, the vertical pupils of the three dragons were all locked on the Baratheon team below.

"Kage Yan, lower it a little bit."

Aegon still felt that it was not enough, and urged Sunfire to land.

Yang Yan shook his head, his golden scales shining in the sun, and his pink wing membranes gorgeous.

call--

Before he could land, the strong wind whipped by his wings roared past the entrance of the camp.

The strong wind mixed with the smell of sulfur blew, Rhaegar's silver hair was flying, and his clothes were rustling.

Even with Rhaegar's back turned, Boros and his gang standing at the wind's edge couldn't even stand firm, and they couldn't open their eyes due to the wind.

The wind stopped, and Rhaegar turned his head silently, looking sharply at Yang Yan and Aegon who had fallen into the open space of the camp.