Chapter 505: Assassination in progress
Chapter 505 Assassination in Progress
As Daeron shouted, Aemond, who was blocking Aegon, froze.
The long stride stopped, and a pair of slender white legs spread apart.
The raised arm paused, and the one-handed sword hung above Aegon's head.
Just three inches away from killing my brother.
“Huhuhu…”
Aemond breathed heavily and forced himself to calm down.
Aegon's appearance is amazing, and he only feels his crotch is slightly wet.
Seeing that my good brother stopped the assassination, he hurriedly got out from under the table, not forgetting to thank Darren: "Thanks, brother."
Then, he ran away.
——
Aemond was so angry that he fell to the ground, shaking his one-handed sword: "Damn bastard."
Derlen quickly stepped forward to help his brother to prevent him from fainting due to overexertion.
“I’m fine, don’t worry.”
Aemond pushed him away again and gritted his teeth stubbornly.
He doesn’t want to be seen as weak.
Daeron was frightened and told a white lie: "Aegon didn't mean it, I just had to see it."
“Don’t cover for him, you can’t even lie.”
Aemond's single eye flashed with a cold light, and he had already seen through everything.
Aegon is a **** who only knows how to bully others.
Do not regard him as a fragile person, or even as a human being.
Derlan was speechless for a moment and felt full of guilt.
It's all my own fault for not being able to resist the temptation to peek into Aemond's privacy.
Nearly caused a catastrophe.
During the conversation, the old prostitute walked downstairs quickly, wearing a cool skirt.
Aemond glanced at it with an indifferent attitude.
The old prostitute is the madam of the brothel, and she has developed a good eye for a long time.
Seeing the messy scene in the hall, he ordered his servants to call out a scantily clad silver-haired girl and bring her to the brothers.
The silver-haired girl has a delicate face, a pair of timid peach blossom eyes, and her chest is generously opened, revealing two red dots.
Feeling Aemond's gaze, he held a feather fan in his hand, covering himself shyly.
But when the upper part is used, the bare lower part is exposed.
She is a striptease dancer who has just been performing a talent show.
Aemond looked up and down, stared at the old bustard with one eye, and said coldly: "What do you think I am?"
Every word is full of oppression, like a dark poisonous snake.
Although he has no clothes on, his body is still very fair.
The old madam forced herself to calm down and winked: "A person seeking comfort."
With that said, he pulled off the silver-haired dancer's feather fan and pushed it lightly into Aemond's arms.
Forcing out a flattering smile: "She is the best dancer in Hull Town. Outsiders say she is like a real princess."
Hearing this, Dai Lun secretly looked at the silver-haired dancer and frowned fiercely.
Silver hair, purple eyes, fair skin, a typical Valyrian descendant.
The brothels that can appear in Hull Town are mostly dragon species that have fallen into disgrace.
"you…"
Dylan opened his mouth, wanting to refute the old bustard.
唰—
As soon as the words left his mouth, the sharp cold light disappeared in a flash.
Soon,
Plop!
A silver-haired head flew high into the sky, with blood splashing everywhere, and rolled on the floor.
The head and face are turned upward, with incredible eyes and a shy and seductive smile.
The next second.
"ah!…"
The whole crowd screamed, and all the prostitutes and clients rushed out of the brothel when they saw the dead head.
The old bustard was so frightened that he stared straight ahead and quietly glanced at the dead head rolling at his feet.
Moving gently with bare feet, you feel as if you feel the caress of your silver hair.
A deadly cold air ran along the tailbone and reached the sky.
…
The smell of fishy smell filled the air, and the old madam trembled all over. The light yellow liquid broke through the restrictions of the crotch pants and poured on the floor.
Plenty of weight and flowing in all directions.
Swamp the dead head with its feet pierced.
"elder brother!"
Daeron exclaimed and looked at Aemond in disbelief.
Aemond's eyes were gloomy, he drew his sword and stuck it on the floor, and raised his hand to wipe away the blood splattered on his face.
A real princess?
Thousands of people riding on a piece of **** that is crushed by thousands of people dare to tarnish the reputation of the royal family.
Aemond glanced at it, and saw that the silver-haired head in the urine was still staring, with its mouth wide open.
In a daze, his face began to blur.
First he met Rhaenyra, and Aemond's eyes glowed with coldness.
Finally reunited with Helena, and the murderous intention turned into a touch of tenderness.
In just a short moment, Aemond shook his head suddenly and regained consciousness.
The old bustard fell to his knees with a thud and said tremblingly: "Prince, I..."
Haunted and speechless.
Stab it!
Aemond’s face was cold, and the tip of his sword scratched the cold and damp floor.
boom-
The door suddenly burst open from the outside, and a group of patrolling soldiers rushed in.
Without any explanation, they raised their spears and surrounded the hall.
“Get out, get out!”
Daeron yelled, trying to cover for Aemond.
Seeing the soldiers appear, Aemond felt wary and hesitated whether to kill the old bustard.
“Everyone stop it!”
A low shout sounded, and the soldiers blocking the door were roughly pushed away.
Aria, dressed in silver armor and white robes, came in and looked around with a gloomy expression.
Along with him, there was also an old-looking Stephen.
The two of them were off duty during the day, but Cole sent a message halfway and had no choice but to come to take over the post.
Aemond stared at the majestic Alec and said coldly: "What, my brother heard about what happened here and wants to arrest me?"
Of course he knew this was impossible.
But in this situation, if you don’t say something, you won’t be able to save face.
Alik said nothing and stepped forward with his head down.
“Hmm?” Aemond held his head high, pretending to be polite.
“Prince, be careful.”
Alik warned Darren, and while Aemond was distracted, he threw an uppercut.
—
Eamond hit the target, his saliva spurted out, he fell backwards and fell to the ground.
The scarf tied around her waist fell off, revealing her fair buttocks.
Pain and shame welled up in my heart.
Aemond couldn't take a breath, rolled his eyes and passed out. Dailan’s pupils trembled wildly, and his jaw almost dropped in shock.
"excuse me."
Alec apologized, took off his white robe, wrapped Aemon tightly, put it on his shoulders and walked out.
The prince went crazy and was extremely embarrassed.
His Majesty will not blame him for doing this.
The soldiers dispersed voluntarily and let them go with their heads lowered.
With a few bronze stars a month, how dare you interfere in the royal family's affairs.
In the brothel, only the extremely embarrassed Darren was left.
Derlan looked at the old bustard, then at the headless naked body lying on the ground, took out two golden dragons from his arms and threw them out.
“The royal family does not prostitute for free.”
After saying that, he went out without stopping.
…
on the street.
Alik watched the patrolling soldiers go away, and gave the mummy on his shoulder to Stephen. The division of labor was clear: "I also want to protect the prince, and you take him back to Climax City."
“Don’t worry.”
Stephen nodded slightly, not surprised by this.
As for the royal family, which generation does not have a few ridiculous people.
The two Iron Guard brothers separated, and Alec escorted Daeron to the port with a dark face.
Just after finishing the night shift, Cole called me to take over the post again.
A good iron guard has more resentment than a dead silver-haired dancer.
…
Climax City.
Rhaegar and Helena parted ways and quickly found Ilic, the captain of the Iron Guard on duty.
“Your Majesty.”
Elic was stunned for a moment and saluted.
Rhaegar was in a hurry and asked directly: "Where are my children?"
Without thinking, Ilic replied: "The three princes did not return last night and stayed with Miss Renya."
“Who is protecting them!”
Rhaegar was wary, this was his greatest concern.
Prophecy cannot be underestimated.
His dream predictions are chaotic and disorderly, often ignoring time and space, giving him fragmented images.
By comparison.
Helena's prediction range is narrow, but more accurate.
Seeing His Majesty's seriousness, Ilic realized the seriousness of the problem: "It was Cole who was on duty, and someone just requested manpower in his name. My brother and Stephen also went."
“Three Iron Guards?”
Rhaegar's brows furrowed even deeper, and he immediately ordered: "It's up to you to come forward and bring two teams of guards to **** Belron and the others back safely."
This is Chaotou Island, the territory of sea snakes.
The Iron Guard Captain leading the team is the best configuration.
Ilik did not dare to be negligent and solemnly said: "Yes, Your Majesty."
Having said that, hurry up and call for someone.
There are seven Kingsguards in total. Excluding the two brothers who stayed in King's Landing to look after the old king, there are five people accompanying them.
Alec and Stephen worked the night shift, and he and Laurent worked the day shift.
Col is quite special. He occasionally teaches Prince Aemond martial arts and temporarily protects the little princes.
Rhaegar shook his head secretly, still feeling frightened.
After pondering for a while, I decided to make an unannounced visit in person.
…
Hull town, port.
“Slow down, don’t break the wooden box.”
“Idiot, put away your shabby fishing net.”
…”
The shipwrights sweated and cursed every passerby equally.
In Chaotou Island, the profession of shipwright is extraordinary and noble.
Adam was among the apprentices, and he was often scolded, but he was more respectable than ordinary people.
At this moment, the young man was repairing the deck while quietly monitoring the suspicious people boarding the ship.
In the past, there would be strange faces on board the ship, but not so many at once.
The old shipwrights were very busy, treating the unfamiliar faces carrying materials as coolies, and from time to time they would spit on their faces.
Only young Adam liked to pay attention to some insignificant details.
Wait for Renya to lead Meka around the cabin and towards the back half of the ship.
Adam took a sneak peek and recognized the girl's identity from her appearance.
Gradually, the suspicious persons put down their materials and moved towards the second half in twos and threes.
Adam lowered his head and stared carefully.
Someone put their hands in their crotch, and it looked like it was itching, but in fact there was a bulge.
Hands are also tucked into the jacket, as if rubbing **** of mud.
This kind of indecent behavior is completely normal among civilians.
However, Adam saw what was beneath the surface.
The shape of that bulge is too big!
“That should be the handle of a dagger, or an iron-wood handle.”
Adam had calculations in his heart and calculated silently.
My mind was racing, and I thought of many heroic events in the story.
Adam thought of his younger brother and his mother who was suffering so much, and put the hammer in his arms.
Standed up naturally, approached a buck-toothed apprentice, and whispered a few words.
The buck-toothed apprentice's eyes lit up, he put down the nail box and got into the cabin.
Adam looked around and climbed up the ladder of the watchtower.
…
Behind the cabin.
Rhaena lay on the railing, watching the sailors hanging in mid-air clearing barnacles.
Every time I see slimy barnacles being cut off the hull of a ship, there is something indescribably pleasing to the eye.
Meka squatted on the ground, resting her chin on her hands in boredom.
The basket on his back was so big that it completely covered him.
Beside the two of them, several guards surrounded them, alert to their surroundings.
Col is not here.
He wants to protect Belron, the more important heir to the throne.
The sea breeze blew slowly, and the sailors’ calls came to my ears.
The noisy port is particularly quiet and peaceful at this moment.
The guards could not help but relax, and their vigilance gradually declined.
The coolies carrying materials walked to the second half, seeming to provide help to the shipwrights.
The guards passed by ignoring them.
“Do it!”
At this moment, a sudden loud shout sounded.
——
Before the guards could react, a dagger was pulled out and stabbed into their waists.
An assassin with a ferocious face rushed towards Renya at the fence, shouting loudly: "Long live the Harpy!"
(End of this chapter)
