Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 347

Chapter 347: Uncle-nephew showdown!

 The death of an illegitimate child did not cause a widespread sensation.

The members of the Sven family in the audience screamed, and the leader, Earl Sven, was so frightened and angry that he beat his thigh hard.

His sharp-tongued wife is wiser.

 The old woman held on to her husband, not wanting to cause trouble for an illegitimate child.

Rhaegar glanced around and smiled.

 Leave the field to rest and rotate to the next player.

 The third scene.

Cole, wearing silver-gray armor, appeared. His opponent was Medric Manderly, the eldest son of Earl Manderly of White Harbor.

Rhaegar faced off against Cole, and Daemon faced off against the **** Bronn Storm.

 “Sword!”

The Manderly family of White Harbor had a side effect in the Battle of the Stepstones, and has been ridiculed a lot in recent years.

Raising her head, Rhaenyra picked up the cake on the table and chewed it with a sullen face.

 Col and Medric faced each other head-on, and the two were evenly matched in horsemanship.

William is a distant cousin of Jobert Royce, the guardian of the Eastern Territory. He has participated in several confrontations and sieges with mountain clans.

Unfortunately, William's skills are not top-notch, and his shots are not as decisive and fierce as Damon's. After several rounds of charges, he was knocked off his horse.

 “Is the baby hungry?”

Coll landed on the ground and swung the meteor hammer, knocking half of Medik's sword away, and he won the victory with difficulty.

 Unless you exchange a few words with each other.

 Outstanding knights from all over the kingdom compete with each other, using all kinds of methods.

Behind him, Aemond abandoned his fiancée and interrupted: "It's Rhaenyra who is hungry."

Rhaenyra was upset by the noise. She put a glass of wine to her lips. Just as she was about to swallow it, she quickly spit it out and drank a cup of tea to rinse her mouth.

 Subsequently, there were several competitions.

 The martial arts tournament has entered the final competition.

 The duel between the eldest son and the former Lord Commander of the Kingsguard must be very exciting.

Aemond raised his eyebrows and said dissatisfied: "Aegon, I didn't talk to you."

“Tch, can it be that you are only allowed to interrupt randomly.” Aegon clicked his tongue.

“Boy, shut up and no one will think you are dumb.”

 Helena murmured in a low voice and sat upright obediently.

After accepting the sheep thief, his confidence grew day by day, and the gloom deep in his eyes faded away, leaving him with a bit of arrogance.

Rhaegar and Cole charged several times, each smashing the other's shield, and both rolled off their horses under the force.

He is also one of Rhaegar's favorite candidates for the Kingsguard.

 Four knights are selected and assigned to fight in pairs.

 At the competition ground, the battle has begun.

Rhaegar stared at it and took the real fire from the attendant.

 At the bottom, Rhaenyra sat dignifiedly, with Helena lying in her arms.

 In the last round of charge, both of them fell off their horses at the same time.

Aegon looked gloomy, holding a half-swayed flagon and mocking his brother mercilessly.

 Haunted as the best knight in the North.

 Viserys was smiling broadly, staring at Rhaegar and Cole who were entering the arena, looking back and forth, and toasting happily one after another.

 After pondering for a long time, she only heard a "gurgling~~" sound.

 On the high platform, everyone watched the competition with great anticipation.

He planned to end the tourney and include Cole as one of the candidates for the Kingsguard for discussion by the Royal Council.

 After the last warning incident, the relationship between the two brothers dropped to a freezing point, and they usually didn't even say a word.

Medrick is the heir of White Harbor. He is handsome and tall. His silver armor has the emblem of a mermaid holding a trident printed on it.

  She could argue with Rhaegar, but harm to the unborn child must be avoided.

 Helena sat on Rhaegar's seat, her face buried in her sister's belly, trying to hear the sound of the fetus.

Demon boarded it once, and his opponent was William Royce of the Valley.

Cole was still a melee weapon. He spat out the **** foam at the corner of his mouth, took a deep breath and said, "Prince, you have to be careful."

"bring it on!"

Rhaegar grinned. He had long wanted to try Cole's skills.

 Cole's eyes were calm, he stepped forward slowly to close a suitable distance, and he shot the meteor quickly and accurately.

Lega leaned back, and the real fire struck the chain of the meteor hammer, and his feet in tandem immediately changed to move forward.

 “Aha!”

 Cole shouted angrily, and the meteor quickly spun around and slapped the opponent on the waist.

The sphere itself of the meteor ball is not large and can be tossed by the user continuously.

 Hit the waist with a hammer and basically lost his ability to fight.

When the hammer fell, Regati raised his sword to his side, and the spiked iron ball slammed into the black sword body.

"you lose!"

With a low cry, he stepped forward and kicked Cole in the lower abdomen, then slashed at the breastplate with his sword.

With a sizzling sound, the steel-plate-like armor struck a burst of sparks, leaving deep dents.

Col's eyes darkened, he stepped back to stop his body, twisted his waist and planned to use the meteor to force his opponent back.

Rhaegar was calm and cool, and saw through his intentions early on.

Hunted his knees to avoid the iron ball that hurriedly swung at his upper body, closed the distance with half a step, and pressed the real fire forward thrust against Cole's throat.

The iron-like cylindrical neck protector could not block the sharp edge of the Valyrian steel sword. The blade penetrated the wood three-thirds of the time and accurately touched the flesh.

Cole, who was still about to wave the meteor, was frightened. He kept his hand raised and froze in place, not daring to move.

 He felt it.

 The skin on his neck was punctured, and traces of blood flowed to the hem of his clothes.

Hang!

The fat referee rang the gong and cheered: "Congratulations to Prince Rhaegar for defeating Sir Criston Cole!"

 Col's bravery is known to all the seven kingdoms.

The former Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, he has achieved excellent results in several tournaments.

Coupled with his humble origins as the son of the steward of Blackport, he won the favor of Princess Rhaenyra, the Light of the Kingdom, and once became the object of admiration and envy of countless noble children and knights.

  At the end of the competition, Cole put down the meteor hammer and still maintained a stiff stance.

 The reason is obvious, Rhaegar's true fire has not yet been drawn out of his neck brace.     Lasted for two seconds.

Rhaegar took off his stuffy helmet and slowly pulled out the real fire, with a smile on his lips.

Just as Cole was about to move, the bright sword tip came right in front of him, causing his breath to stagnate.

The tip of the sword lifted up the visor, revealing Cole's still handsome face, but stained by some vicissitudes of life.

Regati held his sword at his neck, looked at him teasingly, and said with a smile: "Cole, three years have passed. Is it because you are getting old, or because the sea breeze blows too much and you don't practice martial arts diligently?"

Cole was born in 82 AC and is now 39 years old, only one year younger than his good uncle Damon.

　　Honestly throwing down the meteor hammer, Cole smiled sadly: "You have grown up, Your Highness."

He still vividly remembers the scene of the crown prince taking an adventure to tame a glutton when he was a child, but in the blink of an eye, everything has changed.

Seeing his appearance, Rhaegar smiled a little sincerely and said proudly: "Welcome back, I will discuss your duties at the Imperial Council."

"Many thanks."

 Cole was surprised at first and thanked him with a complicated expression.

According to his merits, he should have returned to King's Landing long ago to serve, even if he was just an officer in gold robes.

 After all, there is no war on the Stepped Stone Islands, and some pirates and smugglers have no use for them.

But he repeatedly applied for transfer back to King's Landing, but was always rejected by the Imperial Council.

Rhaegar withdrew the real fire and smiled to meet the cheers of the audience.

 That's right, Cole couldn't be transferred back to King's Landing, it was his fault!

  Rhaenyra often praised him in front of him for how handsome and brave he was when he was a child.

　　is the white knight of her dreams.

Rhaegar has not been a broad-minded child since he was a child, and he keeps all his unhappiness in his heart.

Seizing the opportunity of Cole's mistake, you still ran away.

 Let the sea breeze blow for three years before we talk about returning to King's Landing.

On the high platform, Viserys cheered excitedly, celebrating his eldest son's victory over Cole.

 He is not proficient in martial arts, and his younger brother Daemon and the Kingsguard are the standards by which he judges his level.

 He knew that his eldest son was quite skilled in martial arts, but he didn't expect him to be so good.

I think back then, Damon, who was self-sufficient in martial arts, was beaten up by Cole with a meteor hammer.

 “Oh! My brother is the best!”

 Helena cheered loudly and boldly expressed her love.

Aemond applauded beside his sister, looking at his eldest brother Rhaegar with envy, and secretly said to go back and hone his martial arts.

　　On the contrary, Rhaenyra and Aegon's faces were duller than the other.

Aegon curled his lips and raised his head to drink wine.

Rhaenyra looked at Rhaegar speechlessly, caressing her belly with her palms, and rolled her eyes secretly.

He also asked her to be lenient, lest Cole not be able to return to King's Landing.

Had it not been for his petty behavior, Cole might not have returned to the Kingsguard long ago.

Thinking about this, the corners of Rhaenyra's lips curled up slightly, and the depression in her heart dissipated a lot.

 Enjoying the cheers of the crowd, Rhaegar came off holding the sword.

 In the second game of the finals, Daemon faced off against the **** Bronn Storm.

Bronn was a tall, muscular man with a full beard and a beard that reminded him of the late Duke of Beaumonde.

No matter who he looks like, Damon has the right to be treated like an illegitimate son.

The duel between the two was unstructured, with the word "reckless" standing out.

Bronn looks rough but his riding skills are superb. He knocked Daemon off his horse in several rounds.

Daemon refused to admit defeat and took the sword and shield to fight again.

 Bronn uses a huge sword as wide as the palm of his hand, swinging it wide and wide.

There was a clanging collision, like a fight between farmers in the countryside.

Daemon used ruthless tactics, cunningly blinding one of Bronn's eyes, then raising his leg and putting one foot under his opponent's crotch.

Hearing the sound of eggs being broken, all the men present felt a chill in their crotches.

Rhaegar watched from the sidelines, subconsciously tightening his grip on the horse's belly, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

The good uncle did this, and he was a little timid before he started fighting.

Suddenly, the roar of the dragon as dull as a bell resounded inside and outside the competition arena, and the huge black dragon shadow broke through the clouds, setting off a gust of wind and disappeared in a flash.

Rhaegar looked up, shook his head and laughed.

Hang!

The referee sounded the gong, and the finals of the tournament began.

The attendants removed the **** Bronn, who was wailing in pain, from the stage. Daemon gasped and discarded the broken shield, and climbed back on the horse.

Rhaegar rode on horseback. He looked at his good uncle who was becoming more and more courageous as he fought, and asked normally: "Why don't you take a rest?"

 “Strike while the iron is hot, don't waste time.”

Daemon had a high opinion of himself and stared at Rhaegar as if he were a prey, eager for revenge.

 “What a loud tone.”

Rhaegar sarcastically said provocatively: "Come on, let me weigh your weight."

 Who doesn't know how to talk big words? Dimon was not the one who suffered from several conflicts.

Hang!

The referee hit the gong hard, the drummer beat intensively, and shouted loudly along with the inspiring music:

“Prince Rhaegar of the Targaryen family versus his uncle, Prince Daemon, the ancient and noble bloodline collided!”

 “Hiss…”

A huge scarlet figure soared across the clear blue sky, aimed at the long white clouds and sprayed a puff of dragon flame, making an excited and high-pitched scream.

 It senses the driver's enthusiasm.

 “Hiss…”

 “Hiss…”

The neighing of the bloodworms caused a chain reaction. Roars came from the shore of Divine Eye Lake, and huge figures one after another soared into the sky.

 Golden Sunfire, light blue Dreamfire, cobalt blue Theselion…

Huge dragons proudly rose into the sky, their vertical pupils glaring at the white stone buildings below, and they flapped their wide wings and slowly circled.

Hang!

Suppressing the fear and excitement of the dragon, the referee struck the gong, and the atmosphere reached its highest point.

 “Drive!”

Rhaegar's eyes were cold, he gripped the horse's belly and galloped out.

 (End of this chapter)

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