Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 45 Prince Ranger——Damon

"No!"

Jello was horrified and quickly stepped back to avoid it.

next second.

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

Aemon thrust hard, the tip of the sword piercing into the leather armor and pressing against the soft abdomen.

Jello was terrified. He never thought a child would dare to do such a cruel thing.

He quickly looked to Madam Leia for help.

Madam Leia turned her head and ignored him.

Suddenly, Jello looked as pale as death.

"Sir, did you not hear me clearly?"

Aemon pressed on, his voice neither too loud nor too soft: "You still don't understand etiquette. You need to be taught."

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

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

out on a limb.

Jello trembled all over. The pressure broke down his psychological defenses and he fell to one knee with a thud.

"My apologies, Prince."

Jello closed his eyes, lowered his head and admitted his mistake honestly.

Aemon treated him coldly, placed the bronze sword on the other's neck, and clenched his fingers slightly.

"enough!"

Mrs. Leia was in a position to speak and dissuade her son from his next idea.

If he continues like this, he will probably end up repeating his father's reckless style of doing things.

Imon paused for two seconds and suppressed his anger.

He wanted to kill the other person with one blow of his sword.

Madam Leia stood up and stepped forward, holding the ancient long sword she had just wiped, and said formally: "Cousin, my son made the choice, and you should do the same."

Jello opened his eyes, looking confused.

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

After saying this, he handed the hilt of the sword to his son.

Aemon was slightly stunned and grasped the ancient long sword which was obviously heavier.

A panel prompt sound came to my ears.

“Discover magical items and gain +10 magic essence.”

Aemon looked at the ancient sword carefully and recognized it as the Valyrian steel sword "Lamentation" of House Royce.

The clan sword "Sorrow" has a slender blade, with ripples on its surface.

The hilt is more than one foot long, with runes engraved on both sides of the cross-shaped hilt, giving it a heavy and rustic feel.

Lady Rhea glanced at him and said, "It will be yours one day."

Jello remained silent.

He knew that he had no right to refuse.

Jello prepared himself mentally, lowered his head in resignation, and swore an oath: "I, Jello Royce. I promise to be loyal to Lady Rhea and her heirs."

"I swear to them that I will be loyal to my master and do my best to defend against the enemy. I will be completely loyal and will never lie."

He paused, and said with a pious expression: "I swear to this, the new and old gods."

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

Aemon hesitated for a moment, then responded, "I, Prince Aemon of House Targaryen, accept your loyalty."

Then, the asylum oath is taken according to the oath of oath.

Just as one will not insult, neglect or tarnish their reputation, but will give them trust, generosity and honor.

Finally, he promised: "There will always be a place for you by my fireplace."

"Thank you, Prince."

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

Aemon held the clan sword "Sorrow" and tapped his head and shoulders lightly to complete the oath.

"good."

Lady Rhea gave her assessment, glancing at Gunthor in particular.

Gunthor pretended to be blind and sheathed his two-handed sword.

Aemon saw it and didn't force it.

Gunthor may appear rough on the outside, but he has his own pride on the inside.

I am still young and cannot win the other party's full recognition.

Jello slowly stood up and consciously stepped aside.

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

Do not betray, do not slack off.

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

Madam Leia took back her clan sword "Sorrow" and had no interest in continuing the conversation.

"Mom, we're leaving first."

Aemon was very self-aware and the others followed behind him.

William was the most excited. He took back the newly customized two-point flag and surrounded His Royal Highness the Prince.

One flag can earn you a sworn knight.

so amazing.

Aemon pushed him away with disgust, turned around and gave Jello a few words to comfort himself a little.

He felt awkward and didn't really want to accept the other person.

But the blood relationship is there, which cannot be rejected and is difficult to get rid of.

Then I thought about it.

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

He completed the previous task and gained even more.

The number of guards increases 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-point flag.

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

"I understand, sir."

Aemon helped him up.

Jello holds a high status in Rune City.

The fiefdom of Fushi City is very large, the land is fertile, and the tax revenue is enough to support three thousand soldiers.

Among them, there are 800 cavalrymen, who have always been under the command of the lord.

There are one thousand archers, managed by two commanders.

There are 1,200 infantrymen, who are trained every half month by the instructor of Fu Shi City.

His mother, Lady Rhea, supports him, and Gunthor is the coach who trains the infantry.

Now that Jello has pledged his allegiance, most of Fushishi City’s troops 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, with lush grass and singing birds.

Fushishi City, front yard.

Aemon had a serious look on his face, holding a wooden sword in his right hand.

"Prince, pay attention to your breathing rhythm."

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

Aemon took root and blocked the attacks one by one.

Even if you are hit occasionally, you can adjust your state quickly.

Two months later, many things have changed.

Eamon grew taller, from just over one meter to about one meter two.

He grew taller quickly and his body started to grow thinner.

The chubby white face has become a little thinner, but still fair, tender and firm, adding a bit of handsomeness.

The fat in my belly is completely gone.

She has a tall figure and long silver-gold hair tied behind her head, which makes her look quite youthful.

Bang!

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 advised: "You should consider holding the sword with both hands, so that you won't be disarmed next time."

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

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

Every time he grasped the sword with both hands, it seemed as if someone was trying to snatch the hilt from him, causing him to lose balance and fall.

He has considered whether to practice one-handed sword.

When dad Daimon passes away in the future, his "Dark Sisters" will inherit him.

As soon as the thought came to my mind, there seemed to be a mysterious connection.

"Hiss... Ga..."

Suddenly, a sharp roar came from a distance.

Aemon glanced up and his expression changed instantly.

boom--

I saw a huge scarlet monster appear in the sky, sweeping up a gust of fierce wind, flying from far to near over Fu Shi City.

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

"That's it, Korakhuu!"

Aemon froze, recognizing the dragon.

The arrival of the dragon attracted him alone.

The shadow enveloped the entire Runestone City, and everyone in the vestibule was subdued by the dragon, leaving their hair messy in the strong wind, unable to open their eyes.

"It's a dragon!!"

Many knights cried out in surprise and quickly found hiding places to throw themselves down, causing even greater chaos.

Aemon stared at it intently and ignored it.

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

Sir Steve put on his helmet, protected his master, His Royal Highness the Prince, with one hand, and shouted around.

Unfortunately, the shout was drowned out by the louder dragon roar.

"Hiss... Ga..."

Korakxiu's vertical pupils flashed with darkness, he roared defiantly, and flames escaped from his sharp dragon mouth.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, it circled the sky above Fu Shi City three times.

Until the figure on the dragon's back gave the order and slowly landed on the thick city wall in the courtyard.

boom!
As soon as Korakhuu landed, he stretched out his long snake-like neck and supported the ground of the vestibule a dozen feet below with his wings.

This movement fully exposes the spine.

Aemon looked out 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 closely, he had a stern face, a high nose bridge, and a rebellious look between his eyebrows, and his temperament was exactly the same as the "bloodworm" Korakxiu who was sitting there.

Aemon knew who it was immediately.

His biological father, Daemon Targaryen.

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

Now, perhaps he has proclaimed himself the king of the Gorge Sea.

(End of this chapter)