Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 338 Two Foolish Princes

Imon yawned, watching the childish martial arts duel on the field.

Without riding a dragon, he could take down everyone in ten minutes.

Riding a dragon is even faster.

"Okay, stop arguing."

While eating Qingting Island red grapes, Eamon grabbed Darren's little head and pressed it down.

Darren looked furious.

Eamon avoided his younger cousin's accusing gaze and kept chewing.

I promised to take Darren to Dragonstone when we came back, but I forgot about it last time we went.

As soon as we met today, we were subjected to all sorts of trouble.

"I didn't do it on purpose, blame Xiao Jie."

Amon pressed down on Daren's shoulder and turned him to face his eldest son, who was cuddling the little blue hen.

"What does Guan Xiaojie have to do with this?"

Darren felt wronged, but his new brain was still working.

Aemon pushed him out.

Who cares? The sins of the father must be visited upon the son. Go find Xiao Jie.

The prince isn't the only one who's a troublemaker.

The rest area of ​​the martial arts arena.

Aymond called Aegon over, and the two huddled together, pointing at the high platform and whispering their secret plot.

"That's the regent of Kohol. He's not exactly good-looking, is he?"

Aegon gazed at the withered, silver-haired old man sitting below his father from afar, and arrogantly curled his lip.

"But he stirred up the Imperial Council."

Imond remained calm and casually said, "We shouldn't let him be so smug. We can give him some trouble."

Seemingly unintentionally, she began to set a trap for her foolish older brother.

"is it?"

Aegon suddenly turned his head and stared at his dear brother with a suspicious look.

He was tempted to cause trouble for Moore.

His father and everyone else treated him like an honored guest, which made him jealous and he couldn't stand it.

But what my brother said wasn't very serious.

"Are you afraid?"

Aemond knew Aegon all too well. He first used reverse psychology, then said, "I originally found a helper to teach him a lesson. Since you won't help, then keep it a secret for me."

Aegon was immediately displeased and said impatiently, "Nonsense! I can be the king of the towering tower that conquered the Fjord and the Summer Sea!"

Let's do it, who's afraid of who?

After discussing it, the two decided to each find a thug to put Moore in a sack when he was alone.

Don't think this tactic is low-class; it's like telling a child not to leave after school.

In the relatively underdeveloped continent of Westeros, this was a common form of revenge.

Especially at this time, King's Landing was filled with nobles, lords, and knights from all over the country, who gathered for the tournament, and the order was relatively loose.

They'd put a sack over someone's head, beat them up, and then leave; afterwards, it was impossible to find out anything.

"I'll go prepare the tools."

Egon was eager to try and was already rubbing his hands together in anticipation.

Imond glanced at him sideways and said, "I've observed that the old man loves to drink and needs to urinate every half hour. Let's take advantage of this air raid to make our move."

"no problem."

The impatient Aegon was completely unaware that his younger brother had been observing him closely and had already prepared a plan.

It's almost noon.

Mo'er was thoroughly enjoying the martial arts tournament and was about to raise his wine glass when he felt a bloating sensation in his lower abdomen.

"I have to go again."

Mo'er smacked his lips, remarking that he was getting old.

As soon as he left his seat, Viserys, who was at the head of the table, frowned slightly and gave a wink to Sir Harold beside him.

Sir Harold nodded silently and summoned two Kingsguards to follow quietly.

The tournament was a celebration of the Iron Throne's exchange of gifts with Corhol, and Mor, being the guest, naturally had to make an appearance.

His habit of urinating whenever he drinks alcohol earned him a disdainful look from Viserys.

He could occasionally spend a night with Alison.

Morby is two years younger than him, and his health is already so poor, tsk tsk.

The corner from the martial arts arena to the public restroom.

Are we really going to do this?

Geralt Dayne, the newly released Sword of the Morning, looked resistant as he stole a glance at the silver-haired old man who was staggering towards him, and struggled with what to do next.

"What do you say?"

Garwin scoffed and yanked hard on the thick rope.

The two of them were the "helpers" that Aymond and Aegon had found.

Geralt was recently released to replace Elaine, who was sent to Myr, to protect Alexandra and Quill.

Cole, who had fought with him in public, was still locked up in the Red Keep dungeon, where he was caught and eaten as rats.

Because the Imperial Guards bear heavy responsibilities, the price for breaking the rules is so heavy.

Shh, they're here.

Garwin interrupted his companion's complaints and pulled him into the shadows.

A good uncle who leads by example is one who dares to strive.

Compared to Geralt, who was forced to serve the princess by her fiancé while protecting her, he essentially walked into a trap, standing up for his good nephew Aegon.

Being idle is also idle.

The old town's power base had been largely dismantled, and Otto, the father, continued to serve as the Grand Chancellor, while his sister, Allison, remained Queen.

Even the towering castle was given to Aegon by the king.

With Garwin as Lord of Oldtown, he had no worries about the future, only the anticipation of a suicidal challenge.

My brother-in-law is a king!
Wow…

After a series of intermittent splashing sounds, Mohr shivered and shakily fastened his belt.

Garwin gritted his teeth in secret, cursing the old man for being uncivilized, refusing to use the toilet which was right outside, and instead choosing a secluded corner to relieve himself.

Mohr kicked off his trousers, and when he encountered the waiter serving drinks, his eyes lit up, and he reached for a glass.

Unfortunately, they were all empty cups.

"rush!"

Just then, a loud shout came from behind, and a rope was put around his body.

Geralt's determination to protect the princess outweighed his knightly honor, so he closed his eyes and followed, only to be a step too late in putting on the sack.

"what's the situation!?"

This scene was captured by Eamon, who sneaked out halfway through the game and happened to run into Sir Harold.

Then, a scene that shocked Aemon unfolded. Mor snatched the wooden tea tray from the servant's hands, swung it left hand and struck Garwin on the head, then, taking advantage of the loosened ropes, crouched down and tripped Geralt with a whip kick, before striking him hard on the back of the head with the tea tray.

With two muffled thuds, the two attackers were knocked to the ground and fell into a deep, infantile sleep.

"Thank goodness, if I hadn't reacted in time, things would have been terrible."

Mohr dropped the solid wood tea tray, patted his chest which was heaving calmly, as if he had suffered a great loss.

"..."

Imon was dumbfounded.

I never realized this guy had this skill.

"Two knights!"

Sir Harold was the first to react and rushed over to rescue the motionless Garwin and Geralt.

Two Kingsguards followed closely behind, frantically trying to help and restrain Mor.

Moor looked puzzled, but when he saw Imon not far away, he immediately put on a fawning smile.

"Impressive, quite skilled!"

Immanuel looked at the old man with new respect and began to re-evaluate him.

Fortunately, his uncle was always protected by the Kingsguard whenever he saw him, and Corhol was also under the shadow of the Targaryens.

Otherwise... I dare not even think about it.

"These skills were all honed when I was a mercenary in my youth."

Now that he'd been exposed, Moore stopped hiding and was even a little smug.

Two young men ambushed him, an old man nearing fifty, but were quickly killed in a counterattack.

That's because I'm getting old; otherwise, I wouldn't be afraid of two more.

"You said you were fat and you were breathless."

Imon shook his head; he had never seen such a shameless person.

Sir Harold returned, relieved: "He's been knocked unconscious. There's no bruising in the bag; he'll wake up soon."

What kind of bag?

His head was covered in bumps.

Imon glanced speechlessly at the two idiots being dragged away by the Kingsguard; he was utterly disgusted by their stupidity.

Now let's see how the mastermind behind them explains himself.

The news quickly reached Viserys' ears.

"what?"

Viserys was in high spirits when he heard this and suddenly froze.

Sir Harold repeated it helplessly.

Viserys touched his forehead to make sure he didn't have a fever before he started to get angry.

……

"Damn it, are you two idiots?!"

The first thing Viserys did upon returning to his palace was to tie his two good sons up in front of him and give them a good scolding.

You say you don't like Moore and want to teach him a lesson, that's fine.

Even if a prince is unruly and puts a sack on someone's back, it doesn't matter.

Everyone has been young. Back when he and Damon spent their days in Silk Street and Flea Market, he certainly caused a lot of trouble for the sons of noble lords.

But if you don't take action yourself, then it's one thing to have someone ambush you.

It actually failed?!?

Two young and strong knights were defeated by a middle-aged man who was unarmed.

One of them was his brother-in-law, the queen's younger brother.

Damn gods, how could they have given birth to two such idiots?

Damn it!!
Aegon and Aemond were so humiliated that they could only stand there trembling.

Aegon didn't dare wipe the spittle sprayed on his face, for fear of getting a slap from his father.

The truth is, in the Targaryen's recorded history, no king has been more doting on his children than Viserys.

And so, he didn't touch his two sons even a hair.

"Get out of here! All of you, get back to your fiefdoms and don't come back without my orders!"

Viserys hurled insults and drove his two sons away.

The attack on Moore was not a big deal, but the fact that the masterminds were two princes made it a blatant diplomatic incident.

Fortunately, he also looked down on the other party and decisively chose to protect his two sons.

Sir Harold did a good job, subduing Moore immediately, giving the servant present a sum of money, and dragging him across the mud gate to the other side of the fjord.

The situation was under control, and not a word of it was leaked out.

"Try to look on the bright side; they just wanted to stand up for you."

Seeing the king's fury, Sir Harold tried to persuade him.

Viserys turned to look at him, speechless for a moment, and said irritably, "You think you're good at comforting people?"

He felt that having two such idiotic sons would shorten his lifespan by ten years.

"Feel sorry."

Sir Harold shrugged, showing no displeasure at the King's displeasure.

He served as a member of the Imperial Guard his entire life, yet he didn't even have a son.

How would I know if she's angry or not?

"Bring that brat Imon over here."

Viserys thought about it and decided he couldn't just let it go like that.

Sir Harold went out, and then came back in.

"I just arrived."

Imon arrived just in time, saving Commander Iron Guard from having to make an extra trip.

He guessed that his uncle would call him.

Viserys, one hand on his hip, said angrily, "Tell that Baelor to come to King's Landing right now and replace his good uncle. Please hurry."

He had had enough of that old snake lizard who claimed to be a descendant of the Dragon King.

He was furious at the mere sight or sound of anything related to the other party.

"The ravens have been released; now we just wait."

Imon offered an explanation, signaling to his uncle to calm down.

At the speed of a raven, half a month would be enough to fly to Kohol, so it should be halfway there on the way back now.

Viserys, still not satisfied with this, summoned a Kingsguard and shouted, "Lock those two accomplices in the Red Keep dungeons and don't let anyone release them!"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The Imperial Guards acted swiftly.

Imon sat down silently at the figurine table, thinking about how Alison had begged him to plead for her earlier, her eyes red with tears.

Judging from the way Uncle is acting, it doesn't seem like rescuing Garwin will be easy.

(End of this chapter)