Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 129 A complete farce

Aemon moved quickly, moving through the stairs.

Not long after.

I walked up to the floor of the princess' bedroom and saw the unguarded bedroom gate from afar.

Aemon's heart skipped a beat.

Cole is usually as loyal as a dog and will never leave his post.

Walk to the door and push it open gently.

The room is luxuriously laid out and filled with all kinds of rare treasures.

Aemon glanced over.

The entrance to the secret passage behind the screen was not closed, and cold air blew into the room.

On the round table lay a rag bag, on top of which lay a goose yellow long skirt.

Reaching out to pick up the long skirt, the silk texture was completely cold.

Proof of taking off for a while.

Aemon stared for a long time, then smiled: "Rhaenyra, what has changed in you?"

Pretty clear at a glance, isn't it?
She dropped her long skirt and turned to leave.

People have to pay for their own choices, although he doesn't understand why those two people made such a choice.

He went out.

A cold wind blew from the entrance of the secret passage, lifting the long skirt that fell to the ground.

boom!
The door was pushed open from the outside and the figure returned.

Aemon's face was as cold as frost. He took down the "Light of the Kingdom" beside the fireplace and squeezed out a voice from between his teeth: "Daemon!"

Anger needs no words.

Just need to release.

……

Silk Street.

At night, a bonfire illuminates the shadows.

The streets and alleys are filled with stalls and passers-by everywhere.

There was no shortage of jugglers who dressed up as popular figures to attract attention.

"Aemon Targaryen!"

An artist wearing a crown shouted, showing off his knowledge: "The king's nephew, with the blood of the first men flowing in his veins, is known as Aemon the Dragon Slayer."

The audience cheered and asked him to stop keeping the secret.

"'Light of the Kingdom' Rhaenyra!"

"The eldest daughter of the Lord of Tide, the Dragon Rider Lannar!"

The artist spread his hands and two men in skirts walked out.

Then, representative figures came out one by one.

"Everyone knows that marriages between big men are extremely important."

The artist was being mysterious and exaggerating, shouting: "So will Aemon the Dragon Slayer marry a princess of a country, or the eldest daughter of the most powerful noble in the Seven Kingdoms?"

"Ah! I'm the queen, how dare you snatch my man away from me!"

A man in a skirt yelled, knocking another one to the ground.

Suddenly, the two men dressed as women started to fight with each other, and the scene was ugly.

"Hahaha……"

The explicit comedy performance immediately made the audience burst into laughter.

There is no better topic of conversation than gossip about important people.

The performance continues, unfolding an ethical drama.

A black-robed figure was running quickly, weaving through the crowd.

From time to time, it would bump into the goods of some unlucky merchant, causing a round of shouting and cursing.

The man in black turned a deaf ear and walked into a dark alley.

As we walked, the number of vendors and acrobats around us decreased, and they were replaced by the erotic music of men and women making love.

A brightly lit stone building.

Those disturbing voices came from inside.

Aemon glanced up, revealing his silver-gold hair beneath his hood.

He has a shallow foundation in King's Landing and does not have a mature intelligence system.

But he knew.

Damon will appear somewhere.

I opened the curtain and walked through the main door, and the smell of cheap perfume mixed with alcohol hit me in the face.

Passing through a moon gate, the hall was filled with lewdness.

The man and woman were entangled nakedly, gasping and shouting.

Aemon walked through the naked crowd and saw many people he had met before.

"No, don't do that!"

A plainly dressed man leaned against a wall, surrounded by a group of prostitutes.

Aemon looked over when he heard the sound.

It turned out that Cole was panicking and pushing away the prostitute who threw herself at him.

"As expected of a knight in white robes."

Aemon sneered.

Well, at least I found the right place.

"Hey, here comes a handsome boy."

One of the decent-looking prostitutes stared at him and swung her thigh-slit skirt closer.

Aemon whispered, "I'm looking for someone and came with him."

"Everyone who comes here is looking for someone."

The dignified prostitute has seductive eyes and wants to touch the young handsome man's face with her fingertips.

Aemon flicked it open.

The dignified prostitute looked him up and down and said in a daze, "You've grown this big?"

Aemon frowned in confusion.

"You were only this old then."

The dignified prostitute measured her small waist and said with a smile, "I came here with the girl you found."

Yimon stopped talking nonsense and took out a bag of gold dragons and threw it out.

"They are on the second floor, in the same room."

The dignified prostitute put away her smile and retreated tactfully.

When he took the purse, he had a silver ring on his finger.

Aemon looked at it for a few moments.

The woman is pretty, with brown curly hair, yellow skin, and sexy thick lips.

But appearance is not important.

It was the feeling this woman gave him, a feeling of inexplicable familiarity.

Aemon bowed his head and recalled.

A bit like……

A brothel owner who in the future had affairs with young Aegon and Aemond.

"Is there only one brothel in King's Landing?"

Aemon was speechless.

Without wasting time, go straight to the second floor.

The familiar second floor, the familiar box.

Aemon stepped closer.

Before I reached the door, a shrill sound came from inside.

Aemon closed his eyes silently.

boom!
The door was kicked open and screams rang out one after another.

At this time, the room was in chaos.

Two scantily clad prostitutes were hugging each other on the bed, and it was they who were screaming.

Judging from the situation, a performance was just going on.

Aemon glanced sideways and saw Rhaenyra in the corner.

With her face flushed, Lenira was dragged by the hand by a scantily clad prostitute to watch the show up close.

"Aemon!"

Seeing him come in, Rhaenyra quickly shook off her hand.

His face turned pale with fright and he ran away from the prostitute.

She was wearing patched clothes, but her clothes were still intact.

Aemon caught a glimpse.

have nothing to say.

Fortunately, I don't have to kill my parents tonight.

Turned.

Damon leaned against the door frame with his glass of wine.

Wearing a white shirt and with slightly messy hair.

They were probably admiring it together before the door was kicked open.

Aemon's arrival caused the room to fall into dead silence.

What is a surprise?

This is a surprise!
Swish!
Without saying a word, Aemon pulled out the "Light of the Kingdom" and pressed it against Daemon's throat, pushing it against the wall.

"what!!"

The prostitutes screamed.

"go out!"

Without looking back, Aemon kicked past their silken dresses.

The prostitutes did not dare to stay for a second and ran out holding their skirts.

The door is closed.

The atmosphere became increasingly depressing, even gradually becoming grim.

Damon had a bad feeling and tilted his head back slightly.

"Father, do you think you still deserve the title?"

Aemon's tone was calm, without a trace of emotion.

"what ever."

Damon said calmly: "I don't expect you to bring me anything."

He has a clear conscience.

I just followed the agreement and took Renira to broaden her horizons.

boom!
Aemon slapped him in the face with a sword and shouted coldly: "Damon, you are so pathetic!"

The personification before me does not deserve any respect.

Damon took a hard hit and grimaced: "Boy, is that all you want to say?"

He also didn't expect to be trapped in a brothel.

"No, there's nothing to say."

Aemon shook his head and laughed.

The silver sword blade moved forward bit by bit, piercing the skin on the neck, and beads of blood oozed out.

He wants to kill someone now.

"Aemon, don't do this."

Rhaenyra shuddered.

It’s over!

No one cared about her. "Boy, I'm not as mean as you think."

Damon knew he was in the wrong and glanced out of the corner of his eye.

The Dark Sisters were standing on the edge of the door frame.

He stared at his son's cold gaze and reached out his hand quietly.

puff!
Aemon's wrist turned, and the blade flashed silver.

Before Damon could react, a bloody line appeared on his wrist and blood gushed out.

The blade has not stopped yet.

With a swish sound, the white shirt was cut open, leaving a deep bloody mark on the chest.

It drew an arc in the air and hit the rolling throat again.

Damon's face turned pale and blood flowed out.

"You may not know, but I'm pretty good at swordsmanship."

Aemon's eyes were filled with sarcasm, and he slowly moved his sword forward.

"It's pretty cool."

Damon was still being stubborn, his left hand tightly gripping his bleeding right wrist.

His tendons were broken.

The hand holding the sword.

"Don't act like it doesn't matter. You've never been a positive person."

Yimon shook his head, disappointed: "Is your obsession so deep that you can hurt everyone without scruples?"

He doesn't understand.

The other party clearly has everything.

Why are you still so greedy?

Even at the cost of hurting him, hurting Rhaenyra, and hurting uncle Viserys.

They are already each other's few relatives.

Damon pretended to be calm: "You and I want the same thing, there is no difference."

"For that iron chair?"

Yimon couldn't believe it and said angrily: "Have you ever thought about how to face everyone after tonight?"

The Iron Throne is that important!?
They are Targaryens, blood is thicker than water, dragonkind.

After the farce tonight, how will the father and son face their uncle tomorrow?

How should he view Rainier?

Daemon seemed to be provoked and argued: "This is the difference between you and me. Viserys and the sea snake did not attack you. They all like you."

The tone was indignant, and it was not hard to hear a hint of jealousy.

Yimon was slightly stunned and said, "You should be glad that you didn't touch her."

As he spoke, the sword slowly moved away.

He has seen through the guy in front of him.

A complete wretched creature, living under the criticism of others.

In order to prove himself, he even regarded his own son as an obstacle.

Damon was relieved and didn't realize the mistake.

Aemon responded coldly: "What I want, I will use bronze and fire, not dirty tricks."

This is the real essential difference between father and son.

boom!
The door was thrown open and Cole rushed in.

"your Highness?"

Cole was in such a panic that his hat was askew.

Aemon glanced at him, noticed the wetness in his crotch, and sneered, "Haha, what a white knight."

What a wonderful night!

He's almost become immune to all this mess.

Cole's face turned blue and purple.

Thinking of the ferocious prostitute, he took off his hat to cover his crotch.

"Let's go."

Aemon shook his head.

His heart died.

I didn’t experience much family love in my previous life, so I shouldn’t expect it in this life.

Damon is not worthy of being his father.

With tears in her eyes, Rhaenyra walked around the bed and to the door.

Aemon went out first.

"Princess."

Cole lowered his head, stood in front of Rhaenyra and walked out.

As soon as the two of them went out, they saw a black-robed figure coming back.

boom!
Aemon burst into the room and shut the door tightly.

Damon pulled a piece of curtain and was bandaging the wound on his wrist.

"You scum!"

Imon rushed over like a lit firecracker and grabbed the other's short silver-gold hair.

Bang!

He pulled her hair and threw her to the ground, hitting the back of her head hard.

Damon's head buzzed and he let out a muffled groan.

"Damon, you never raised me for even a day!"

Aemon turned over and sat on the other person, swinging his fists down like raindrops.

He couldn't let it go, and the more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he felt.

"Why do you do that!"

Aemon asked repeatedly.

It is a shame for him to have such a father.

"Uh huh..."

Damon was beaten so hard that he felt dizzy and had no power to fight back.

"Remember what you said to your uncle?"

Aemon almost lost his mind and said angrily: "I am your son, and you treat me like this."

The fists landed harder and harder, hitting the face that looked quite like his own.

As if to vent all the anger.

If he doesn't do this, he will never get over this hurdle in his life.

boom!boom!
For a moment, the only sound in the room was the dull sound of fists hitting flesh.

at the same time.

Dragon's lair.

Under the pitch-black night, the dome building continuously echoed with the roar of a giant dragon.

The dragon trainers were horrified and looked around with torches in hand.

A giant dragon in the dragon pit started to riot, affecting all the dragons.

Wow!
Deep in the dragon pit, the chains were pulling violently.

“Hiss—”

A thunderous roar exploded, and Wormisol felt the anger of the rider, spewing out billowing dragon flames like molten copper.

Rumble!
The thick neck shook, breaking the steel chain.

Womisoel was enraged, and he raised his hind legs suddenly, pulling out the other chain.

Like a mad beast, it rushed out of the dragon pit and crawled towards another dragon pit.

"Hiss... Karma..."

In the darkness, Korakshu let out a sharp hiss, his snake-like body filled with tension.

Humans and dragons are in tune with each other.

It also feels the pain transmitted from the driver's body and mind.

boom--

Womisoor was blocking the dragon pit, his bronze pupils filled with cruelty and his jagged fangs exposed.

Korakxiu roared, not wanting to be outdone, and assumed a fighting stance.

A brutal dragon fight seems to be imminent.

The scene returns to the room.

Aemon paused.

He was slightly absent-minded and breathing heavily.

Damon beneath him was barely breathing, his head and face covered in blood.

There was a banging on the door and someone shouting.

Aemon couldn't hear clearly, so he stood up with his hands on his knees.

"Cough cough..."

Damon was coughing violently and had long since lost consciousness.

Pretty tough.

Aemon smoothed his bloodstained hands and smiled with relief: "I hope that next time we meet, one of us can become a kinslayer."

After saying that, he walked out of the room dizzy.

He may be a little hypoxic.

"Aemon, how are you?"

Rhaenyra rushed over with an anxious look on her face.

Aemon turned his head away from her touch.

Rhaenyra was stunned.

Aemon went downstairs without saying a word.

"Princess, we have to go."

Cole looked around and saw people everywhere who had come to watch the fun.

Without further ado, he dragged the other person away.

In the blink of an eye.

Aemon put on his hood and walked in the dark alley outside the brothel.

"Prince, what happened tonight."

Cole still had some sense and knew not to spread the news.

But the situation just now obviously could not be concealed.

"Leave me alone."

Aemon's voice was hoarse.

"But……"

Cole was anxious.

boom--

Suddenly, strong winds swept across the sky and the night fell completely dark.

Cole looked up in surprise.

A pair of broad brown wings enveloped Silk Street, blocking the shining moon.

“Hiss—”

With a rough roar, bright bronze dragon flames descended from the sky.

There was singing and dancing in the brothel, but the next moment it was engulfed in flames.

"Seven Hells!"

Cole's pupils trembled.

(End of this chapter)