Chapter 60: Who is the real dragon?

He saw the bronze dragon and heard about the dragon fight in Hull Town.

There is no doubt that Laenor lost.

The sea snake lowered his head, his eyes still fixed on the silver-haired boy, trying to reveal his appearance and see through his heart.

"I thought you were too busy to get away."

Aemon pretended to be surprised, crossing his hands in front of his chest in a Targaryen style.

His Royal Highness did not say to stand up.

The sea snake maintained his courtesy and replied: "It's very busy today, but I always have to fulfill my responsibilities."

A very official statement.

Aemon nodded slightly and greeted with a smile: "Get up quickly, Lord Corliss."

The elder saluted a junior, making a fuss.

He was not a bad boy who used the dragon to bully others.

"Please come in, His Majesty the King has been waiting for a long time."

Corliss straightened his back and turned sideways to guide with one hand.

Just looking at the etiquette, there is nothing wrong.

It seems that he thinks that doing so can confuse a child.

Aemon pretended to be polite and let the other party go first.

Corliss was not polite and led the way with several nephews and nieces.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly realized that His Royal Highness had not caught up.

"Prince?"

Corliss turned his head with a puzzled look.

And at this moment, he saw an unforgettable scene.

The silver-haired boy smiled slightly and stepped into the crowded green leafy vestibule alone.

Boom! As soon as the little figure stepped in, a pair of brown dragon wings covering the sky and the earth spread out behind the stone arch.

In the blink of an eye, it seemed to add a pair of wings to the figure.

When the figure stepped down the steps in front of the door, the scene behind the door was finally revealed.

He saw a majestic bronze dragon raised its head, bent its strong hind legs and kicked, and rushed straight into the sky on the spot.

"Hiss--"

The dragon roared like thunder, and set off gusts of wind that swept away the sand.

Aemon was very calm, carrying a small backpack and walking forward with his back to the dragon.

Corliss' pupils suddenly shrank, his face was impeccable, and his heart was in turmoil.

Suddenly, he recalled his wife's words.

Targaryen still has men!

"Even an eight-year-old boy?"

Corliss was in doubt.

Every time a Targaryen is born, the gods will toss a gold coin to decide whether he is great or crazy.

Obviously, the child in front of him is not crazy.

"What's wrong, Lord Corliss?"

Aemon seemed to be unaware, just like a naive child.

Corliss shook his head and said, "Congratulations on taming the dragon of His Majesty the Centenary King."

"Congratulations, there are dragons on Driftmark Island too."

Aemon smiled, but his words were harsh.

He would not be polite. He would not give face to anyone whose words were unpleasant to his ears.

Anyway, he was young and children's words were innocent.

Leaving Corliss with a solemn face, His Royal Highness walked into the castle familiarly.

Overhead, Vormithor was circling, roaring through the thick clouds, as if demonstrating to the Velaryon family.

Two white knights followed behind him, blocking the prying eyes from all directions.

With a height of 1.2 meters, he walked out of the aura of 1.8 meters.

...

Nine Flights Hall.

The celebration was held on time, and the servants set up the tables and chairs and served delicious food.

"Aemon, sit next to me."

Rhaenyra smiled and greeted the little guy.

They had met before and learned about the other's achievements in taming Wormithor.

She was very surprised.

After learning that Sea Smoke was injured and Laenor was sad to miss the celebration, the corners of her beautiful mouth could not be suppressed.

It's what he deserved!

Viserys sat in the main seat, smiling at his nephew.

Unlike the taciturn when he came, he was full of energy at this moment.

Aemon was young, but he tamed Vormithor, the "Bronze Fury", who was the second largest in the world and was at the peak of his prime.

The family's power suddenly soared.

Moreover, as soon as he landed on the island, he injured the young dragon "Sea Smoke", reducing the number of dragon riders in the Velaryon family.

How could he not be excited when one side was gaining while the other was losing?

"What a good boy!"

Viserys tried to maintain his image as a king, secretly encouraging himself in his heart.

How great it would be if this was his son.

Damn Daemon!

"No, I have a place to sit."

Aemon waved his hand, just intimate with Alicent for a while, turned around and walked to the seat below.

He has been in the limelight enough today.

It is not appropriate to get too close to the royal family and raise himself too high. Boom, boom,

boom!

The dense and orderly drum beats sounded in the hall, symbolizing the official opening of the celebration.

"Your Majesty."

Corliss walked into the hall, nodded to the king, and sat in the seat next to the main seat.

That is the seat of the king's close ministers or the ministers in front of the king.

In High Tide, it is the seat of the host.

With him came a heroic woman with long black hair mixed with silver.

"Cousin."

Rhaenys smiled and greeted her blood relative.

Very casual, not rigid about etiquette.

Viserys smiled back, stood up and hugged each other.

Alicent and Rhaenyra stood up one after another, and the three women greeted each other.

The two family members met, and in front of the guests, they seemed like a family.

Corliss sat down and talked like a learned man.

There was no sign of the undercurrent under his smile.

At this moment, an interesting scene happened.

Rhaenys said nothing, ignored her husband's gaze, turned around and walked down the main seat.

She was the protagonist today.

But she refused the seat she should have, and sat down in the empty seat below.

Aemon only smelled a faint scent of lavender, and in a blink of an eye, there was another person beside him.

"..."

After hesitating for a second, Aemon whispered: "Aunt, happy naming day."

"Yeah."

Rhaenys nodded in response, looking up and down at this nephew.

It was this little guy who beat her son and made him cry and shout.

Aemon turned his head silently.

Look if you want to, anyway, he looks very good.

Boom, boom, boom!

The second round of intensive drum beats sounded, urging the guests who had not arrived yet to hurry up.

Aemon looked around, but did not see the figure of his father Daemon.

"Will he not come?"

It's not in his character to not show up at such a scene.

As soon as the thought came out.

A tall and lean figure walked out of the entrance of the crowded hall.

"Here he comes."

Aemon's eyes lit up.

At the same time, Viserys and Corliss also noticed this uninvited guest.

Daemon walked into the hall in a black suit with a smile on his face.

He strolled along the way, just like walking in his own home.

Soon, Daemon found his son under the main seat, and a flash of admiration flashed in his eyes.

He had learned that his son tamed the dragon left by his grandfather, the dragon that was sleeping in Dragon Mountain.

Looking through the brief history of the Targaryen family, it was also the first case of an eight-year-old taming an adult dragon.

Although the bronze bitch of the valley tainted the bloodline, it was worthy of his seed.

"Father."

Aemon had a good impression of this father and nodded in greeting.

"Well done."

Daemon smiled and walked to the opposite seat to take a seat.

I don't know if he was talking about taming a dragon or defeating Laenor who just controlled the sea smoke.

Rhaenys glanced at him, and saw that her cousin was gloating over his misfortune, so she didn't give him a good look.

The episode passed quickly.

Boom, boom, boom!

The last round of intensive drum beats was to welcome the finale guest.

The door of the Hall was opened, and a group of people dressed in foreign clothes entered one after another.

The leader had black hair and brown eyes, handsome looks, an upright figure, luxurious clothes and a sword on his waist, and walked in with his head held high.

Today's second protagonist is the son of the former King of the Sea of Braavos.

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