Chapter 620: Benila&#039;s Hatred

Time flies, half a month later.

King's Landing, Mud Gate.

boom--

A huge red creature that looked like a winding snake flew across the Blackwater Bay, flapping a pair of wide fleshy wings to cover the towering city gate.

The people in the city looked up and cheered and cursed with mixed reviews.

The happiest among them are the prostitutes of Flea Bottom.

…

Red Fort.

"Son, I'm back!"

Damon shouted loudly and walked quickly into the hall.

Time was running out and there was no time to change clothes.

Wearing black steel armor covered with scratches, he carried a scarlet cloak on his back and a dragon-winged helmet under his arm.

As his lean figure stepped forward, his long silver-gold hair flowed, not concealing his stern face that had not aged at all.

"Father!!"

A silver-haired boy sitting in the hall got up in surprise when he heard the sound.

Rhaenys stood aside with her arms folded and whispered: "Be careful, he won't go anywhere."

The boy bared his baby teeth and threw himself into the cold arms of the armor.

"Look what father brought you, Gaimon?"

Daemon picked up his eldest son with one hand and pulled out a dragon bone dagger from his lower back.

This was a trophy he captured from the battlefield of Qohor, from a sacrificial temple in Norvos.

It's not as precious as Valyrian steel, but it's still a resounding treasure.

"like."

Gaimeng held the exquisite dragon bone dagger tightly and shyly hugged his father's neck.

I don't dislike the strange smell of the pungent dragon smell mixed with the smell of blood.

When he saw his son after the battle, Damon raised his lips slightly and said, "Have you done anything interesting recently? I think you seem to be very energetic."

As he spoke, he looked at his cousin Rhaenys.

Rhaenys looked indifferent and said casually: "Tesserion hatched a baby dragon named Mogul, and it is now a hot baby."

That ferocious young dragon with earthy yellow scales and red vertical pupils, even the dragon dragon people judged that it would be an aggressive beast when it grew up.

Damon smiled playfully: "My son doesn't need a baby dragon to fill the scene."

"Yes!" Gaimeng shook his head and said proudly: "I have storm clouds."

Damon's smile grew wider and he smoothed his son's messy hair.

That faint blue sub-adult dragon was a treasure he had spent so much effort to capture from the sea of smoke.

The little guy is too young to ride on the dragon's back.

But it has already lived up to its reputation of taming the beast, and has gained the recognition that it is always with it.

Looking at the arrogant father and son, Rhaenys said meaningfully: "Just because you don't like them doesn't mean that others won't break their heads for them."

Damon was startled when he heard this.

Boom!

There was a knock on the hall door, causing him to look back.

Another little boy stood at the door, carrying a backpack on his shoulders and looking at him weakly.

…

Not long after, the dragon's lair.

"Hiss!"

"..."

Several dragons of different sizes crawled in the hall, roaring violently at each other.

"Moondancer and the Deceiver are growing ferociously."

Rhaegar stood by the campfire, looking at the two giant beasts nestled together.

One is darker in color and has gray stripes on its surface. At first glance, it looks like the growth rings of a tree.

One is brightly colored, topped with a pair of sharp dragon horns, and the dragon's tail is as thin and long as a scorpion's tail.

The two sub-adult dragons are both under the age of twenty, and the larger one is only over twenty meters tall, with a strong body that highlights unparalleled strength.

"The deceiver eats a lot, and he accepts all cattle, sheep, and pigs."

Aemon smiled and boasted: "Just like its driver, he is also very smart and capable."

"Really?" Rega had a strange look in his eyes, looking up and down at his proud second son.

This kid doesn't know who to follow and is born with an out-of-the-box temperament.

Unlike his older brother Belron who is calm, he prefers to do brave and adventurous things.

Rhaegar also discovered that the eldest son and the second son not only had very different personalities, but their appearance also gradually changed.

Bellon was stronger and his eyes were bright.

Aemon is lean and has short silver-gold hair that is opposite to his brother's. He looks capable and fast.

The key is that the similarity in their faces has been reduced from 90% to 70%.

Probably it comes from the heart.

"Of course!"

Aemon was not afraid of the gaze and was full of confidence: "The people of Tyrosh and Lys know me. I repaired and rebuilt half of the bridges and canals in the two city-states."

He is the future Prince of Lys and the husband of Queen Tyrosh.

Maybe his brother, Belron, is too busy and will appoint him as the King's Hand.

The understanding of internal affairs and people's livelihood and civil affairs is no weaker than that of the poor, homeless, and prostitutes in every slum.

My mother is not in Lys, and my great-uncle Daemon has been fighting in Qohor all year round.

Most of the management of the two city-states fell on him and Benila.

"It's not bad, I have some skills."

Lei Jia smiled and gave some praise appropriately.

He knew his second son's temperament very well and couldn't stand praise.

"Hey, where did Bellon go?"

Aemon asked proudly.

He had to let his brother take a good look at his abilities.

"He's in the Riverlands."

Rhaegar's eyes were deep.

I don’t know if the eldest son’s mission is going well?

Aemon was a little disappointed and suddenly thought: "I heard word from the merchants at the dock that Mekar rode a dragon and visited Slaver's Bay and rescued Lord Tyran, but left his brother, Duke Jason, behind."

"Who told you?" Rega frowned slightly.

"Everyone knows."

Aemon said as he should, "Maekar was overconfident, and he only saved Lord Tyran."

"What do you want to say?"

Rhaegar turned his head, stared at his second son, and said with great momentum: "Do you mean that Jason, that fool, is more important than Tyran? Or did your half-brother deliberately leave a fool who broke into Slaver's Bay in the clutches of his throat so that your teacher could inherit the West?"

To be honest, he really wanted to pry open Jason's brain to see if it was full of shit.

How dare he run to Slaver's Bay to claim territorial rights and tease his master in person.

But he was even more angry now, because his second son made a small complaint intentionally or unintentionally.

Aemon was frightened and hurriedly explained: "I mean that it is very dangerous for Maekar to rescue Lord Tyran alone, and we should take a long-term view."

"It's better!"

Rhaegar's eyes were sharp, and he emphasized again: "Remember my words, it's better."

"Yes, father." Aemon lowered his head and dared not object.

Seeing this, Rhaegar said again: "You are brothers of the same blood, and you will prosper and suffer together."

"When your brother is in trouble, you should help him consciously, instead of laughing and talking behind his back."

"I understand." Aemon almost buried his head in the ground.

Rhaegar had no intention of teaching his son, and waved his hand: "Go and play, don't leave your fiancée alone."

At this time, on the other side of the dragon cave.

"Hiss~~"

A khaki baby dragon crawled on the ground, tearing a roasted goat with its teeth and claws.

"Do you want this dragon, Enar?"

Benea was tall and stood beside her, patting her half-brother's head.

She was already 15 years old and was a real beautiful girl.

She had a delicate dark skin, short silver-gold hair hanging down her ears, and ambitious purple eyes.

Her twin sister Rhaena stood beside her, making her look like an underdeveloped girl.

Rhaena also looked at her half-brother and whispered, "Mogul is a great young dragon and will grow up very quickly."

This remark was meaningful, and her eyes fell on the corner of the dragon cave with a complicated look.

"Hiss!"

A pale pink sub-adult dragon flapped its wings like a butterfly.

Dawn was not big, just over the threshold of ten meters, and reached the stage where it could carry people.

Rhaena did not expect her dragon to make any achievements in war, but at least it could satisfy her occasional interest in dragon riding.

Enar carried a basket on his back and said in confusion, "I have dragon eggs."

As he said this, he stood on tiptoes and shook the basket.

"Dragon eggs are difficult to hatch."

Another little guy came over, followed by a dark blue sub-adult dragon.

"Gaimon?"

Benila glanced back, her tone light.

Gaimon's face was more delicate, and he raised his little face: "Father is back and gave me a gift."

As he spoke, he pulled out the dragon bone dagger from his waist, waiting for the praise of his sisters.

"Oh."

Benilla responded perfunctorily, leading Enar to the other side: "I'll take you to see the Moon Dance. Maybe Aemon has gifts for you and Rhaena."

Walking very fast, as if avoiding flies.

Rhaena was in a dilemma, she touched Gaimon's head and followed her sister's pace.

Gaimon stood there in a daze, and his hand holding the dragon bone dagger slowly dropped.

This scene was all seen by Daemon behind the bronze door.

Daemon narrowed his eyes and said in a faint voice: "She still has resentment."

Benilla's personality is more like him, a brave, fearless, and competitive tomboy.

Laena died in childbirth, and she regarded this as her father's "masterpiece".

Her younger brother Gaimon was an accomplice.

"She doesn't hate Gaimon, but she doesn't want to face it."

Rhaenilla explained from the side.

Visenya stood at the edge of her skirt, holding her younger brother Ego in both hands.

Daemon took a deep breath and pretended to be indifferent: "Let her be, she has already got what she wanted."

The inheritance of Tyrosh still belongs to Baena.

Even though he has his eldest son Gaimon and his second son Aenaar with the Targaryen surname.

The former is raised by his cousin Rhaenys and has a young dragon, Stormcloud, so he doesn't have to worry about the future.

The latter's mother Mesalia is alive and has a pair of half-sisters to take care of her.

As long as the children don't fight each other, it doesn't matter.

Rhaenyra nodded, knowing her adopted daughter's character very well.

A good girl who disdains conspiracy and intrigue, but unfortunately she was born in the wrong body.

The care for her half-brother is just to mock Daemon.

"You gave birth to a group of good children."

Daemon changed the subject and looked at Visenya, suggesting: "You only have one daughter, why not find a companion for her who has been with her since childhood?"

"Gaimon?"

Rhaenyra was stunned, she didn't expect to suddenly say this.

Daemon nodded: "Yes, he is the last color left by Lanar in the world."

"I will seriously consider it."

Rhaenyra did not agree, and evaded: "Maekar cares about his sister very much. This kind of thing should be discussed when the children are older."

"Maekar!?"

Visenya raised her head when she heard the voice, and her hands were still squeezing her brother Ego's face hard.

Ego was like a rag doll, with a line of saliva flowing from the corners of his deformed mouth.

"You heard it wrong."

Rhaenyra slapped her forehead, snatched the ravaged young son, and said helplessly: "Go and see Mogul, you might like it."

A newly hatched dragon, the value is unquestionable.

While her peers have not been tamed, the dragonless daughter has a good chance.