hotmtlnovel Chapter 19: The Rogue Prince Daemon
Chapter 19: The Rogue Prince Daemon
Chapter 19: The Rogue Prince Daemon
"Wait and see," Syrio waved his hands in an indifferent manner.
The vision of a highly trained swordsman proved poisonous enough. Within five minutes, Balot swung his sword much less frequently and stopped his pointless pursuit.
Knowing that the momentum was gone, he forced himself to endure the severe pain and cried out in humiliation, pleading to end the fight. He had completely lost his will to continue battling his opponent.
Bart's previous experience was too frightening, and he didn't want to follow in his footsteps.
With his admission of defeat, the young man from Dorn became even more incensed, displaying his mockery with no regard for the rest of the knights. He had come here to insult this group of noble lords. As for the consequences of this? Oh, since he had the audacity to be here, of course he has some grounds for concern.
On the high platform, Viserys stared in horror at the Dornish boy who was pounding his chest with both hands, the knuckles of his hands turning white as he gripped the armrests of his chair.
"Bloody Dornish, go find powerful knights to challenge him!" He commanded Lyonel.
"Not a problem, Your Majesty," Lyonel didn't dare to say more and went backstage to find a knight who could defeat the Dornishman. There were many competitors who had signed up for the tournament. They wouldn't let the Dornishman have the upper hand for too long.
In the corner, Rhaegar turned with a stern look on his face, not wanting to see the ape-like screaming and shouting in the arena.
"Don't be angry, this Dornish boy is a good fighter and smart enough to fight the common man," Syrio spoke eloquently.
"I can tell you, the kingdom is full of warriors, that guy down there will lose sooner or later," Rhaegar's tone of voice was firm.
"Yes, every powerful warrior has their own unique fighting style," Syrio's tone turned, "If it's me against that Dorn lad, the best thing to do is to show the enemy's weakness, giving openings to let the other party attack first, and seizing the opportunity to counterattack defensively."
"What, you want to go into the field?" Rhaegar looked at him with a strange expression.
"A wandering swordsman won't draw his sword unless he finds a good reason," Syrio looked meaningfully at Rhaegar, the corner of his mouth curling slightly.
"What do you want? To apply for a job as a dancing instructor at the Red Keep?" Rhaegar was not surprised when his opponent revealed his wolf's tail.
Syrio knelt on one knee and said sincerely, "If the Prince is willing, I could stay at the Red Keep as a dancing instructor."
"Why?"
"There is no reason, I'll just do it if you want to."
Rhaegar raised an eyebrow. "That reason won't work, I wouldn't dare keep a dangerous person in my service."
It was at that moment that a thick and powerful high-pitched scream rang out, stifling the panic in the hearts of the crowd.
It was the voice of a stocky old man with a white beard and white hair.
Captain of the Kingsguard - Harrold Westerling
Standing next to him was the king, who was seated at ease on a high platform.
At that moment, Viserys was as normal as ever, calmly gazing at the dragon, with the temperament of a king on display.
The moment they saw the king, it was as if the crowd had swallowed a tranquilizer pill, and the noisy scene calmed down considerably.
Sanity gradually returned after a short period of anxiety.
Many people let out exclamations of surprise when they saw the appearance of the giant dragon.
"That is Caraxes, Prince Daemon's dragon!"
"That's right, it's Caraxes, I've been in battle side by side with Prince Daemon, there's no way I'm wrong."
"Look, there's someone behind it, it's Prince Daemon..."
Caraxes, who was called by name, roared excitedly, and reddish dragon flames surrounded by thick black smoke were ejected from the Dragon Breath.
For three full rounds, Caraxes circled the sky above the martial arts arena, surrounded by countless people.
The dragon slowly landed on the dueling arena only after the figure on the dragon's back gave the command.
As soon as Caraxes landed, he greedily surveyed the originally arrogant Dornish youth, his snake-neck stretched out, his nostrils spitting hot streams.
"Honorable.. Prince Daemon..."
Faced with a huge dragon that could devour people directly, the Dornish was almost frightened to death.
Shaking and trembling, he retreated further, greeting the person on the dragon's back with a panicked salute.Updated chapters at novelhall.com