Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

Chapter 45 Ranger Prince - Daemon

"No!"

Jero was horrified and quickly stepped back to avoid it.

The next second.

Sir Steve and Gunthor drew their swords and put them on his neck without saying anything.

Aemon stabbed hard, and the tip of the sword pierced into the leather armor and pressed against the soft abdomen.

Jero was terrified. He didn't expect a child to dare to be so cruel.

He hurriedly looked at Lady Rhea for help.

Lady Rhea turned her head and ignored him.

Suddenly, Jero's face was ashen.

"Sir, didn't you hear me clearly?"

Aemon pressed on step by step, his voice neither light nor heavy: "You still don't know what etiquette is, you need to be taught."

The bronze sword in his hand slowly turned, and the leather armor opened a hole.

Jero wanted to stop him, but the two cold swords on his shoulders swayed, and the coldness touched the skin of his neck.

There was no way to retreat.

Jero trembled all over, and the pressure broke through his psychological defense line, and he knelt on one knee with a plop.

"Prince, I'm sorry."

Jero closed his eyes tightly, bowed his head and admitted his mistake honestly.

Imon treated him coldly, put the bronze sword on the other's neck, and clenched his fingers holding the sword slightly.

"Enough!"

Lady Leia spoke appropriately to dispel her son's next idea.

If he continued, he might have to copy his father's reckless style of doing things.

Imon paused for two seconds and suppressed his anger.

He wanted to kill the other with a sword.

Lady Leia stood up and stepped forward, holding the ancient long sword that had just been wiped, and said formally: "Cousin, my son made a choice, and you have to do the same."

Jero opened his eyes and showed a confused look.

Lady Leia picked up the other two swords, put the ancient long sword on Jero's shoulder, and said word by word: "Imon is my heir, I want you to swear allegiance to him."

After that, she handed the hilt to her son.

Imon was slightly stunned and held the ancient long sword that was obviously heavier.

The panel prompt sound came from my ear.

"Discover an item containing magic, and gain +10 magic essence."

Aemon carefully examined the ancient long sword and recognized it as the Valyrian steel sword "Lament" of the Royce family.

The blade of the family sword "Lament" is slender, and the surface is rippling with water ripples.

The hilt is more than one foot long, and runes are engraved on both sides of the cross sword tip, full of a heavy and simple feeling.

Lady Leia glanced at him and said, "It will belong to you one day."

Gero remained silent.

He knew that he had no right to refuse.

Gero was mentally prepared, lowered his head as if resigned to his fate, and swore: "I, Gerald Royce. I promise to be loyal to Lady Leia and her heirs."

"I swear to them that I will be loyal to the master, do my best to resist the enemy, be loyal, and never lie."

After a pause, he looked pious: "The oath is a witness, the new and old gods."

Lady Leia nodded with satisfaction and looked at her son holding the sword.

Aemon hesitated for a moment, and responded with a sudden inspiration: "I, Prince Aemon of the Targaryen family, accept your loyalty."

Then, he took the oath of protection according to the oath.

It is also like not insulting, neglecting, or tarnishing his reputation, giving trust, generosity and honor.

Finally, he promised: "You will always have a place by my hearth."

"Thank you, Prince."

Gero buried his head very low, revealing his fragile neck.

Aemon held the family sword "Lament" and tapped his head and shoulders respectively to complete the oath.

"Not bad."

Lady Rhea gave an evaluation and glanced at Gunthor.

Gonthor pretended to be blind and put the two-handed giant sword into the sheath.

Aemon saw it and did not force it too much.

Gonthor looked rude on the outside, but he had his own pride on the inside.

I was still young and could not win the other party's full recognition.

Gero slowly stood up and consciously retreated to the side.

From now on, he is Aemon Targaryen's sworn knight.

Do not betray, do not slack off.

Unless he quits the Royce family, he will lose his honor and status and degenerate into a hired knight.

Lady Rhea took back the family sword "Sorrow" and had no interest in chatting.

"Mom, we're leaving first."

Aemon was very conscious, and the others followed him.

William was the most excited, taking back the newly customized two-point flag and surrounding His Royal Highness.

One flag can earn a sworn knight.

Too amazing.

Aemon pushed him away with disdain, turned around and told Jello a few words to comfort his heart a little.

He was very awkward and didn't really want to accept the other party.

But the blood relationship was there, so he couldn't refuse and it was not easy to get rid of him.

Change of mind.

A certain Mr. Huang once said that either accept it or kill it.

He completed the previous item and gained more.

The number of guards increased by one.

After walking out of the hall.

Jello stepped forward silently and knelt on one knee again: "Prince, I have 500 archers under my command, and they will all recognize you."

As he spoke, he looked at the rolled-up two-part flag.

The meaning was obvious, provided that this flag was raised.

"I understand, sir."

Aemon helped him up.

Jello's status in Runestone City was not low.

Runestone City had a large fiefdom, fertile land, and taxes were enough to support 3,000 soldiers.

Among them, 800 cavalrymen were always under the command of the lord.

1,000 archers, managed by two commanders.

1,200 infantrymen, trained every half month by the instructor of Runestone City.

His mother, Lady Rhea, supported him, and Gunthor was the instructor who trained the infantrymen.

Now that Jello has pledged his loyalty, most of the troops in Runestone City have returned.

It can be said that it is stable!

…

In a blink of an eye, it is mid-May.

The valley has a pleasant climate, and the grass is lush and the birds are flying everywhere.

Runestone City, front yard.

Aemon looked serious, holding a wooden sword in his right hand.

"Prince, pay attention to the rhythm of your breathing."

Sir Steve, as a sparring partner, attacked from a high position with a wooden sword in hand, and his hands moved faster and faster.

Aemon took root under his feet and blocked the attacks one by one.

Occasionally, he was hit by mistake, but he could quickly adjust his state.

Two months later, many things have changed.

Aemon has grown taller, from a little over one meter to one meter and two meters.

As he grew taller, his body began to grow.

His chubby white face became thinner, but still white and tight, adding a bit of handsomeness.

The fat on his belly is completely gone.

He has a slender figure, with long silver-gold hair tied behind his head, which makes him look quite young.

Clang!

Sir Steve dodged and knocked the opponent's wooden sword away.

Aemon took a breath and ended the competition.

"Prince, your swordsmanship has improved rapidly."

Sir Steve bent down to pick up the wooden sword and instructed: "You should consider holding the sword with both hands, so that you won't be disarmed next time."

Aemon said helplessly: "I would rather use my left hand."

I don't know why, I can hold a sword with both hands, but I can't hold a sword with both hands.

Every time I hold the sword with both hands, it seems that someone is fighting with him for the hilt, causing him to lose his balance and fall.

He has considered whether to practice one-handed sword.

When my father Damon is born, I will inherit his "Dark Sister".

As soon as the thought came, there seemed to be a sense of induction.

"Hiss... Ga..."

Suddenly, a sharp roar came from a distance.

Aemon looked up and his face changed instantly.

Boom——

I saw a scarlet behemoth appear in the sky, sweeping a gust of sharp wind, flying from far to near over the Rune Stone City.

Sharp horns, a snake-like slender neck, and wide and powerful red wings...

"That's Korakshu!"

Aemon was stunned and recognized the dragon.

The arrival of the dragon attracted him alone.

The shadow covered the entire Runestone City. Everyone in the front hall was stunned by the dragon, letting their hair blown by the wind and unable to open their eyes.

"It's a dragon!!"

Many knights screamed and shouted, quickly found a hidden place and fell down, causing greater chaos.

Aemon stared at it and ignored it.

"Don't panic, that dragon is Korakshu, Prince Daemon's dragon!"

Sir Steve put on his helmet, protected his master, the prince, with one hand, and shouted to the surroundings.

Unfortunately, the shout was suppressed by the louder dragon roar.

"Hiss...Ga..."

Korakshu's vertical pupils flashed with shadows, and he roared unruly, and a sharp dragon kiss overflowed with a trace of flames.

Under the watch of the whole audience, it circled over the Runestone City for three full circles.

Until the figure on the dragon's back gave the order and slowly landed on the heavy wall of the forecourt.

Boom!

As soon as Korakshu landed, he stretched out his snake-like slender neck, and supported the forecourt ground more than ten feet below with his wings.

This action showed his back completely.

Aemon looked from afar and saw the face of the dragon rider on the dragon's back.

The standard silver hair and purple eyes of the Targaryen family.

Looking carefully, the man had a cold face, a high nose bridge, and unruly eyebrows and eyes, and the temperament was exactly the same as that of the "bloodworm" Korakshu sitting down.

Aemon recognized who it was at a glance.

His biological father, Daemon Targaryen.

He was knighted at the age of sixteen, and his great-grandfather Jaeherrist gave the family sword "Dark Sister" as a reward. He was praised as the "Ranger Prince" by countless admirers.

Now, he may have been crowned the King of the Gorge.