Chapter 59: Bronze and Fire Birth

"Hiss!"

Melyas circled in the air, his pupils fixed on the bronze dragon, with no intention of attacking.

Aemon took a closer look and showed a look of surprise.

The saddle on the dragon's back was empty, and it was not Aunt Rhaenys who was riding the dragon.

It was probably because the two dragons were fighting too loudly, which alarmed Melyas, known as the "Red Queen".

"It's okay, Vormithor."

Aemon patted the dragon's back, signaling everyone not to be impulsive.

He knew how the title of "Bronze Fury" came from.

Getting angry for no reason and running away without any signs.

He was arrogant and domineering, and his temper was extremely bad.

Obviously, my great-grandfather was such a kind and wise king, but the dragon he was born with was so irritable.

According to the unreliable theory that people and dragons complement each other's personalities.

Aemon concluded: "My great-grandfather should be a man with a wild heart and good at restraint."

Vormithor's pupils moved back, glanced at the thoughtful driver, and landed on the ground calmly.

Seeing that the other party's character was to its liking, it was too lazy to argue with it.

Boom! Vormithor landed, just not far from Sea Smoke.

When the smoke and dust dissipated, the miserable dragon-riding duo was revealed.

"No! Sea Smoke!"

Laenor's face was charred, and he rolled off the dragon saddle and fell on the dragon, screaming.

He was just blackened by the dragon flame and was slightly scratched when falling.

In comparison, Sea Smoke was horrible.

The whole dragon collapsed on a piece of ruins, and most of the light silver scales on its chest were shattered, and hot dragon blood flowed.

The most serious was half of the right wing.

After being violently bitten by Vormithor, the entire shoulder blade was broken, and several holes were cut in the wing membrane, and the wound was bloody.

It seemed that he exhaled more and inhaled less.

"Hiss~~"

Sea Smoke's vertical pupils were dilated, and a fragile whine came out from the depths of his throat.

"No! Don't!"

Laenor burst into tears, regardless of the hot dragon blood, hugged Sea Smoke and cried bitterly.

He didn't expect this would be the result.

A child dared to fight with others just after riding a dragon, and was so cruel.

Aemon sat astride the dragon saddle, motioned to Vormithor to lower the dragon's head, and rubbed salt into the wound: "Sorry, cousin. My dragon is not obedient."

From Sea Smoke's charging posture, it can be seen that today is not the first time he has done this.

Since you have come forward to provoke, you will pay the price of blood and fire.

He didn't kill him, but he was especially merciful because Sea Smoke belonged to the Targaryen family.

You know, he didn't even give the "dragon flame" order.

When Laenor heard the words, he felt that the voice was familiar and harsh, and he lay on Sea Smoke and cried even louder.

In this situation, face is no longer a concern.

He only felt sorry for the dragon that had been with him since childhood, and couldn't imagine the pain of losing the other party.

This scene fell into Aemon's eyes, and his expression eased a little. He reminded: "Dragons have strong vitality, and they will get better."

He only wanted to "catch a single person" instead of killing a dragon. As long as it is not a fatal injury, it can usually heal itself.

At best, it is a matter of time.

Laenor turned a deaf ear to him and lay on the dragon crying.

A team of patrol guards came, and the leader was the blond young man who followed Vaemond to greet the king.

His name is Joffrey Morlon. He was born in a noble family in the Stormlands and was known as the "Kissing Knight".

The whole Driftmark Island knew that he was Laenor's underground lover.

"Laenor, how are you!?"

Joffrey was full of worry and stepped forward to support the other party.

Laenor burst into tears and didn't want to pay attention to anyone.

He didn't want to do this task, but his father forced him to come.

Now it's good!

Sea Smoke almost died when he ran into his younger cousin who was even more evil-minded.

When he thought of this, he couldn't help but feel ashamed and angry.

Seeing this, Joffrey was shocked and angry. He drew his sword and pointed it at the culprit on the dragon's back, shouting: "Who are you to harm the heir of the Lord of the Tides on the territory of Driftmark Island!?" The guards drew their swords one after another and blocked the bronze dragon.

Vormithor didn't even look at it. He licked the blood from the corner of his mouth with his scarlet tongue, revealing his sharp fangs inadvertently.

"Are you questioning me?"

Aemon looked down from above and said lightly: "I am Aemon Targaryen, born of bronze and fire. Son of Daemon Targaryen, heir to Runestone City, and Targaryen prince."

A series of titles, one louder than the other, with the main one being high in number.

It's to tell the world.

He is the first under the king!

Joffrey was frightened, and his heart was in turmoil, but he still shouted: "Your Highness, I admit that you are of noble birth, but this is not a reason for you to act like a child and hurt others."

When these words came out, the onlookers were shocked.

How could people be so brave?

Aemon listened and laughed, as if he was watching another joke.

"Roar!"

Vormithor felt it in his heart and roared at the opposite side. The hot wind and waves were like steel knives.

Joffrey was shocked and stretched out his hand to block the strong wind in his face. His feet slipped and fell hard.

The guards were terrified and all held up their shields and dared not show their heads.

"Haha."

Aemon chuckled and said, "Don't be afraid, it just protects me."

After that, he ignored the weak shrimp and patted the dragon's back gently.

Vormithor's pupils were cold and indifferent. He glanced at the guards who shrank like quails, turned around and flapped his wings to take off.

One man and one dragon left safely.

Only the frightened people of Hull Town and countless whispers were left.

The dragon of His Majesty the Centenary King.

Whether in practical or symbolic sense, it was too great.

...

High Tide.

Vormithor soared in the sky, a pair of broad brown wings covering the earth, attracting the attention of countless guests.

After circling three times, it landed outside the castle gate.

The huge body landed, raising countless wind and sand.

Aemon untied the dragon saddle chain and slowly climbed down the rope ladder.

After a while, it jumped to the ground.

Aemon clapped his hands and sighed helplessly.

Dragons are inconvenient, perhaps this is the trouble of happiness.

"Who is this? The dragon he rides looks like Vormithor!?"

"It's still a child, a Targaryen boy with silver hair and purple eyes."

"..."

The guests present were stunned and talked about the man and the dragon.

Aemon stretched his muscles and walked to the door of the castle's front yard.

Under a simple stone arch.

Two white-robed Kingsguards in silver armor rushed to the tidal bluestone road outside the castle.

They were the Cargael brothers who had come by boat from Dragonstone in advance.

The two brothers were born from the same egg and had almost the same appearance and body shape.

Their hair was combed back, their facial features were regular and strong, and they had neat short beards, which made them look capable and heroic.

The elder brother, Eric, was honest. Seeing that no one was welcoming the prince, he stepped forward and asked, "Where is Lord Corliss? Why doesn't he come out to welcome His Royal Highness!"

The younger brother, Alec, was shrewd. He found that no one around answered, and there was even no respect for the royal family.

He silently pressed the hilt of the sword and walked to his brother and stood side by side.

Aemon looked normal, and he had expected this.

He waited for the two white knights to take the lead.

In order to avoid speaking up and lowering his status.

No one responded for a long time, and Erik looked indignant, and said, "Is this the way the Velaryon family treats guests?"

I dare not imagine whether the king was treated the same way.

Facts have proved that I followed the right person.

Not only will your attitude towards others change, but others' attitude towards you will also reverse.

Several figures walked out of the open castle gate.

The sea snake Corliss walked in the front, his demeanor was indescribably solemn, and his bearing was awe-inspiring.

He walked all the way through the vestibule and came to the stone archway.

Aemon looked him up and down, a smile on his lips, waiting for the other party to salute and greet him.

He didn't move a step, as steady as a dragon mountain.

Vormithor behind him stretched out his dragon head, his bronze vertical pupils staring, his fangs flashing coldly.

He snorted heavily, and spewed out thick smoke mixed with the smell of sulfur.

"Your Highness."

Corliss looked at him carefully, and was extremely alert in his heart. He lowered his proud head: "Welcome."

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