Chapter 511 Night Exploration of the Dragon Cave

The moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and everything was silent.

Red Castle, Godswood Forest.

Under the thick fish beam tree, a sloppy girl with black curly hair paced back and forth, circling around the tree trunk.

The ground was covered with scattered red leaves, and they made a rustling sound when stepped on.

The sloppy girl was amazed, it was the first time she had seen it.

After watching for a while, the sky became darker.

Gurgle~

The shriveled stomach protested, the sloppy girl tightened her belt and sat on the ground.

Tap tap...

Suddenly, there was a slight sound of footsteps at the Moon Gate.

Facing the wisps of moonlight, a small silver-haired figure poked his head out.

"Berlon!"

The sloppy girl noticed it at the first time and waved excitedly.

Bellon was startled by the sudden shouting, and hurriedly turned his head back and forth to check, with his finger on his lips: "Shh, don't make a sound."

The sloppy girl patted her butt and stood up, her eyes shining: "I'm starving, did you bring food?"

"Of course."

Bellon looked proud, took out a bag from behind, and then his face fell: "These are all leftovers from the kitchen, with bread and bacon."

Scratched his head and handed it over embarrassedly.

"It's good to have something to eat."

The sloppy girl grabbed it and squatted at the wall to eat quickly.

The food was good. In addition to the two things Bellon mentioned, there were pickles and fruits.

Bellon also squatted down and looked curiously: "Castor, is it delicious?"

Castor glanced at it sideways and said wolfing down: "I have never eaten such soft bread in my life."

As he spoke, he was careless for a moment.

He punched his barren chest with his fist, stretched his olive neck, and swallowed it into his stomach with a gulp.

"Burp~~"

The discomfort disappeared, Castor choked and burped for a long time, and said indistinctly: "I am afraid of being punished by God for eating so well."

Bellon held his chin with both hands, and there was a flash of novelty in his eyes.

Castor was a civilian friend he had just made.

My mother was a prostitute, and I was an illegitimate daughter and a thief.

Because she helped him escape the assassination, she obeyed the other party's request and helped to smuggle to King's Landing.

Castor continued to eat, sucking every drop of juice from the fruit, and chatted while eating: "Have you come out and comforted the two sisters when you are free?"

Naturally referring to Benila and Rhaena.

Bellon saw her finish the yellowed apple, chewing and swallowing it together with the core, and said: "Benila is asleep, and Rhaena is still crying. ”

Speaking of which, Castor and her two sisters are really different, as if they live in two different worlds.

Although Castor is not tall, she is small and dark, and her face is not outstanding.

She is already 13 years old.

She is 7 years older than Belon and 4 years older than the sisters Benila.

According to Castor, I am old and I am not working hard to receive customers.

I am used to the hard days of going hungry for nine meals in three days.

If I hadn't been smart and hadn't learned the skill of stealing, I would have been even shorter.

But being short has its advantages. It is not easy to be discovered when stealing.

Castor's crooked nose and scars are caused by the brothel customers who failed to steal.

Under the moonlight, a big man and a small man squatted at the foot of the wall.

Castor was like a big rat, grunting and not letting go of any food residue.

In the end, he even ate up the bread crumbs on his hand.

Bellon was silent, thinking about how to repay the other party for helping him.

Finally, Castor ate all the food, put the silk bag into his arms, and said casually: "Hey, do you have any money with you?"

"I'm not saying hi, you're a little rude."

Bellon frowned and honestly took out two gold royals: "Just a little, Red Castle doesn't need to spend money."

Castor snatched the money, his dark eyes were full of money-grubbing, and he laughed: "Of course Red Castle doesn't need to spend money, but you can't go out without money. "

Two gold royals are worth a year's worth of guests.

The royal family is rich!

Belron reacted: "You want to leave, but you don't know anyone in King's Landing?"

He also wanted to ask his mother to let Castor stay as a maid.

"Forget it."

Castor stood up and packed his luggage: "The Red Castle is great, but it doesn't belong to me."

Turning his head, he thought: "I heard that His Majesty the King has opened a royal school and welcomes orphans to study?"

Belron was confused by the question and said honestly: "That's right, but the courses in the school are very tiring."

Besides, those old-fashioned scholars don't welcome girls very much.

Even though his father repeatedly asked, there were still very few women enrolled in the school.

"That's it."

Castor reached out and patted Belron on the shoulder, and said ambitiously: "Help me get out of the Red Castle, and I'll try the school. ”

Smuggling out from Chaotou Island is to change her fate.

She stayed in that dark and damp alley. She didn’t want to be beaten to death for stealing in this life. She could only learn from her mother to receive customers.

But the pride in her bones told her that it was too shabby to make money by taking off her clothes.

Although this pride was inexplicable, it always supported her.

Seeing that Castor was so persistent, Baeron had to agree: "Okay, you come with me."

He had bribed Sir Alec, so it was not difficult to enter and exit the Red Castle.

The two of them went out one after the other through a secret passage.

Alec had been waiting for a long time and released Castor with a cold face.

Bang——

After a long time, the secret door of the secret passage closed.

Alec's face was gloomy, thinking about how to warn the prince not to do it again.

He is now the personal guard of the heir to the throne.

This position is very important. My brother Ilic used to protect the young His Majesty personally.

Verron is still recalling the scene of Castor huddled in a box and being carried onto a boat to be smuggled across.

Very inspiring decision.

Much like Benila, who works hard on her crossbow, she is constantly striving for self-improvement.

Paying attention to the white knight's gaze, Belron took a deep breath and made a decision: "Sir Alec."

"What are your orders?" Alec looked serious.

Belron raised his head and said with a stern face: "Starting tomorrow, you can teach me how to practice martial arts."

Just like Cole taught his third uncle Aemond.

When Alik heard this, a sense of honor filled his body and he said without hesitation: "No problem!"

After a pause, he reminded: "We should go back to bed early so that we can get up for morning exercises tomorrow morning."

During the conversation, the responsibility of the swordsmanship teacher was brought into the conversation.

Belron nodded and added: "Get up early tomorrow and check on Meka. He was scared today."

Alec followed suit and said decisively: "I will say hello to Sir Stephen tomorrow and take you to see Prince Mekar."

Belron tilted his head: "Sir Stephen."

…

The scene changes.

"Sir Stephen, don't run around."

Dragon's lair, bronze gate.

Mekar slipped through the open door and turned around to give careful instructions to the bodyguard who tied the horse.

With a dark face, Stephen tied up the horse and silently followed the pace of the little prince.

Seven levels of hell!

Why put him through this?

Patrolling all night yesterday and working overtime during the day.

After finally waiting until night, the little prince insisted on drilling into the dragon's lair.

Stephen lamented in his heart, rubbing the swollen black bags under his eyes with his fingertips, and his already mature face became more and more vicissitudes of life.

Seeing the personal iron guard following him, Meka's facial features clenched together and he entered the dragon's lair first.

…

"Hiss..."

In the dragon's lair, a young green dragon climbed the iron rope bridge on the roof and screamed at the full moon.

Meka walked on her short legs and looked up at the young dragon above her head.

"prince!"

Suddenly, a greeting sounded from the side.

Meka was startled, and her face turned pale.

Menas, the bachelor of the dragon's lair, stood aside, with humility on his sallow face: "What's the point of visiting late at night?"

Meka turned around and saw the person coming, and patted her chest: "Menas, you scared me."

He has known the person in charge of Dragon Cave for a long time.

Menas looked apologetic and bent down to ask, "It's getting dark late. Did the little prince come out to watch the dragon at night?"

"Yes!" Meka looked around, the empty environment was dark and lonely, and affirmed: "I want to see the ownerless young dragon."

After losing the dragon egg, he wants to tame a baby dragon.

Menas hesitated for a moment and then reluctantly agreed: "I'll show you to the end and then go back to sleep."

"Okay!" Meka agreed.

At this time, Sir Stephen arrived with a tired look on his face.

Menas nodded at him to show his respect for the white knight, and ordered the dragon rider on duty to fetch the young dragon.

This time, there are several young dragons in the dragon lair.

Excluding the owned Deceiver, Moon Dancer, and Dawn, there are also three ownerless dragons with bad tempers.

"Hiss!"

"His!"

Suddenly, two loud roars with different sounds suddenly sounded and spread throughout the dragon's cave.

call--

Meka raised her head high and saw a silver dragon shadow rushing out of the dragon pit, shining in the moonlight like a crystal carving.

The drakeman hurried out, holding a bamboo staff in his hand, and spoke High Valyrian to calm the restless young dragon.

Before Mekar could see clearly, the moon was covered by a pair of scarlet wings.

"His!"

Like the deep black dragon flames piercing the night sky, the billowing acrid smoke filled the air and burned the already old high walls.

In the blink of an eye, a young dragon with black scales all over its body and blood-red dorsal fin and wing membranes sprang out.

"Bloodwing, stay quiet!"

The old man had a calm face and slowly approached with a bamboo stick in his hand.

"His!"

Ilagas roared in response, and the chains on the dragon's neck and hind legs rattled, making it look like a scene of an angry dragon emerging from its cage.

"Prince, back away!"

Stephen cheered up and quickly covered Meka's retreat.

Meka did not refuse, but just hid under her white robe and watched with wide eyes.

Crunchy...

The bright silver dragon shadow hit the wall, its sharp claws piercing the wall, revealing its true appearance.

A young dragon with a silver-white body and a vigorous body.

The broken golden vertical pupils shrank, staring intently at the black young dragon below.

The dragon man banged his bamboo stick and said soothing words: "Blizzard, return to the lair."

"Hiss!"

Blizzard jumped to the floor obediently and faced Ilagas dozens of meters away.

Ilagas's eyes were indifferent, his dragon's kiss was overflowing with traces of dragon flame, and he was lying on the ground, ready to fight.

The two young dragons, one white and one black, have similar violent tempers.

Every time we meet, there is a risk of losing control.

Menas pouted and introduced one by one: "That's Blizzard, the young dragon hatched on Dragonstone Island."

Meka immediately answered: "That is Eragas, the baby dragon my father caught, the one with the worst temper in the dragon's lair."

Menas was stunned for a moment, then laughed dumbly: "That's right."

"Hiss!"

"His!"

The two young dragons are still confronting each other, and their arrogance is getting stronger and stronger.

Blizzard is slightly older, and his size has exceeded the ten-meter mark, officially entering sub-adulthood.

Ilagas has been imprisoned in the crypt all year round, and his body has grown faster. His body size is about the same as that of Blizzard.

Menas knelt down and said worriedly: "Prince, the two young dragons are very dangerous. You should go back to the Red Castle."

The two young dragons were full of fighting spirit, and the dragon breeders had long since ignored them.

But the prince was still very young, and even a scratch would be a serious crime.

Maeka clutched Sir Stephen's white robe, his eyes swirling between Blizzard and Iragas, and finally shook his head: "There is another dragon, I want to see that one."

"Are you sure that dragon is still dormant?"

Menas asked with a headache.

Maeka nodded vigorously: "I don't want to miss it."

The two young dragons in front of him were too restless and didn't take him seriously at all.

His intuition told him that there was a more suitable young dragon waiting for him.