Game of Thrones: I became a crown prince for a day.

Chapter 507 Adam and Castor

Baeron was caught off guard and was dragged into a dark hut.

The layout of the house is complex, with small compartments like a honeycomb.

There were no windows in the walls, the interior was damp and dark, and moldy moss grew in the gaps between the bricks and stones.

"Woo~"

Baeron struggled hard, thinking there were human traffickers.

"Shh, don't make a sound!"

A furry head resting on his shoulders, with a strange accent
But I could clearly tell that it was a little girl.

Upon hearing the sound, Baerlon immediately calmed down and reached out to pry open the dirty hands that were covering his mouth.

At a casual glance, the skin is olive-colored, and the cheek feels noticeably rough when rubbing the fingertips.

The owner of the little hand did not refuse.

"who are you?"

Baeron quickly distanced himself and turned his head to stare at the stranger who came to his rescue.

A young-looking, nimble girl with fluffy black hair.

"My name is Castor."

The girl had a dark complexion and a pair of almond-shaped eyes. She looked the silver-haired boy up and down as if he were a treasure.

Belron felt uncomfortable being stared at and took a step back silently.

It was obvious that the other person was several years older than him and looked very fierce.

Freckles covered both sides of her not-so-pretty face.

The bridge of his nose was collapsed and crooked, and there was an obvious scar on the tip of his nose, as if it had been broken by a punch.

But her pair of widely spaced eyes always radiate confidence.

"you……"

Baeron was very hesitant and wanted to say that someone was trying to assassinate him outside.

Unexpectedly, Castor showed a big smile, grabbed his collar and dragged him into the house, and said proudly: "Hey! Aranda, I caught a dragon too."

creak-

As he spoke, he kicked open an old door, and a beam of light pierced his eyes.

In the interweaving of light and darkness, the bed frame creaked under the heavy weight.

A middle-aged woman with the same fluffy curly hair and a fit figure is working.

Castor's sudden intrusion naturally startled the struggling woman, who quickly dismounted.

"Feel sorry!"

Castor immediately turned around and didn't look at it out of embarrassment.

Baerlon was dazed and disoriented.

As the crown prince of a country, he had never seen such a grand scene before.

The curly-haired woman cursed as she picked up her skirt and put it on.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Castor kicked Belron in the butt and said angrily, "Come out with me."

"Cough cough..."

Suddenly, there was a violent cough as if someone was choking on water from the bed.

"and many more."

Belron was startled when he heard the voice, feeling it sounded strangely familiar.

Castor kicked again, and Huo Dadao said, "How dare you look at me?"

The kick on the butt by the leaky leather boots didn't hurt at all.

Belron stood rooted to the ground and said shockingly, "Second Uncle, you are here too?"

There was no curly-haired woman blocking the view, revealing the patron lying on the bed.

A head of wet silver hair and a fair, plump, young and handsome face.

At this moment, the young man kept coughing and raised his hand to wipe the water stains from the corner of his mouth.

The curly-haired woman half-knelt beside the bed, apologizing repeatedly with a wronged look on her face.

Belron exerted his strength to shake off Castor, who was a head taller than him, and walked towards the broken bed excitedly: "Second Uncle, it's really you!"

Aegon barely stopped coughing, his face flushed red.

As soon as he saw his good nephew come into view, he quickly grabbed the sheet to cover his lower body, his face wrinkled: "Bellon, why are you here?"

“That’s what I want to ask you.”

Belron looked at his second uncle, then at the curly-haired beauty with wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, with a strange look in his eyes: "Aren't you with your young uncle?"

Balerion above!

Today's experience was more exciting than the previous six years.

"That... this..."

Aegon hesitated and quickly changed the subject: "Tell me! Why are you here, or I will tell Rhaenyra."

Of course he couldn't say that he was chased out of the high-end brothel by Emond and hacked away, so he just found a prostitute he liked.

After that, I won’t be able to brag in front of my nephew anymore.

He glanced around and noticed the pitiful curly-haired woman.

Considering that his nephew was present, he warned him, "Don't tell anyone about what happened today!"

The curly-haired woman nodded rapidly, repeatedly promising not to spread the news.

Aegon breathed a sigh of relief, took out three gold dragons from his pocket, thought for a moment, put one back, and threw two to the other party.

"This is a hundred times your price, don't spread the word!"

“Don’t worry, how could a real dragon appear in the mud.”

The curly-haired beauty was blinded by the money and picked up the golden dragon with a flattering look on her face.

Aegon glanced at it with concern and put on his clothes one by one.

Things that can be solved with money...

It still cost a lot of money, enough to hang out in the Flea Bottom brothel for a month!
Aegon gritted his teeth secretly, thinking that he was so unlucky.

Fortunately, it was worth the money.

If he appeared in such a place with his good nephew, Rhaegar would break his third leg.

While putting on his clothes, Aegon turned his attention to the innocent Baelon again, considering how to make him keep the secret.

Getting ready to tell a little lie.

Belron grabbed him and said anxiously, "Uncle, come with me quickly. There are assassins outside."

"Wait a minute, explain yourself clearly."

Aegon was stunned for a moment, thinking he had heard something wrong.

Belron was so anxious that he kept jumping up and down, pointing to the alley: "Don't wait, I'm being assassinated!"

"Who dares to assassinate you?"

Aegon was stunned, with clear stupidity in his eyes.

The crown prince of a country!

What a big son of Rhaegar!
Who is so desperate as to target this dragon cub?

Belron was anxious and angry, and pulled him out: "Don't ask, Meka is lost!"

It’s so hard to see a relative, it’s like grabbing a life-saving straw.

What's more, the little fellow was very strong and pulled Aegon off the bed.

Aegon was shocked. He looked at his weak legs, pinched his fat belly, and tried to find an excuse to refuse: "Don't be impulsive. Uncle will take you to find the patrol team."

Six years ago, he still dared to go out and fight.

Ever since the Stone Steps Archipelago recovered, his skills have long been abandoned.

Belron heard the rejection and angrily shook his hand away: "If you don't go, I will go by myself."

After that, he walked towards the front door.

Castor had a sly look in his eyes. He kept staring at the uncle and nephew fighting, and followed closely behind the silver-haired boy.

Before leaving, he picked up Aegon's belt, took out a ruby ​​and hid it in his sleeve.

Aegon looked helpless. He hurriedly put on his clothes and followed his nephew out.

……alley.

The assassin leader sneaked into the alley, sniffing the foul odor in the air, and searched without changing his expression.

Soon, a tattered wooden door covered in feces and urine was found.

The assassin boss grinned, inserted the dagger into the crack of the door, and tried to pry it open.
at the same time.

At the entrance of an alley, on a narrow street.

A man in a black robe walked close to the wall, looking at the poor vendors on both sides of the street.

As I turned the corner, I saw the assassin leader prying open the door.

From a distance, he looked the man up and down thoroughly.

His palms are covered with calluses, there is a scar at the corner of his eye, and his body is lean and energetic.

The only thing is that there is no trace of systematic training.

The man in black robe chuckled and saw a thin old man selling stone carvings at his feet.

He bent down to pick up an uncarved stone and walked into the alley with nimble steps.

The thin old man had cloudy eyes and lowered his head, angry but not daring to say anything.

……

Click! Click!
The assassin leader knelt down and repeatedly used his dagger to pry at the bolt of the broken door.

After trying twice without success, he was angry and planned to kick the door.

However, what he didn't realize was that danger was already imminent.

The man in black robe walked silently until he stood behind his target, weighing the broken stone in his hand.

"Hi!"

The man in black robe tilted his head and greeted politely.

"you……"

The assassin leader looked back in fear and choked before he could finish his words.

boom!
The skull cracked and a piece of skull flew far away and fell into the pit of feces and urine.

"With this level of ability, you dare to be an assassin."

The man in black robe shook his head regretfully, and with a light push of his fingers, the corpse fell straight back.

He bent down and dragged the body to the corner, a strand of silver hair falling on his shoulders.

Rhaegar lifted his hood and stared at the broken door with complicated expression.

Aegon was in there too, Baelon was in there too.

One big and one small, their vigilance is too low.

"Let's clean it up properly later."

Rhaegar sighed in disappointment and took out the dragon compass from the necklace around his neck.

The compass is simple and elegant, with the needle rotating back and forth.

He had just seen the patrol go out and find Benilla and Aemon.

Rhaena didn't see it, but he wanted to find his youngest son Maekar first.

hum-

The pointer pointed in the direction of the port, and the spider web blood pattern froze in a pattern of a giant dragon laying eggs.

Rhaegar put on his hood and set off with a compass in hand.

When passing by a skinny old man selling stone carvings, he casually threw back the blood-stained raw stone and two heavy silver deer.

Without saying a word, he continued walking.

"Thank you, sir!"

The thin old man climbed up and knelt down again, biting the silver deer in surprise to test its purity.

……

Soon, two little creatures approached the alley entrance, and peeked inside with their heads, one above and one below.

"died?"

Castor stretched his neck and saw the dead body at a glance.

Belron pinched his nose, pushed away the barren bag on his head, and said steadily: "I heard the patrol."

Although I am curious about how the assassin died, it is more important to seek help.

……

Dark alleys and unknown streets.

Renia fled in a panic, with two assassins chasing her relentlessly.

Compared to her sisters Benilla and Imon, she became the unlucky one who attracted fire.

The two assassins covered their faces, pushed aside the vendors who were blocking their way, and chased after them relentlessly.

"Ah ah!"

Renia slipped, closed her eyes and screamed.

bang——

The imagined face-hitting the ground did not happen, and instead the whole person crashed into a hard chest.

Looking up, a serious face wrapped in a silver-white helmet came into view.

Alec looked solemn. He drew out his sword with a swish and said in a muffled voice, "Prince Daeron, you take Miss Rhaena and go first."

"Daren!?"

Rhaena was pleasantly surprised to find Daeron right next to the White Knight.

"follow me."

Darren helped his fiancée up, and a patrol team protected the two of them.

Without any worries, Alec rushed forward with sword in hand.

The two assassins saw this and knew that the situation was hopeless. They looked at each other and said, "Run!"

"stop!"

Alec moved swiftly, like a galloping cheetah, and in the blink of an eye he caught up with the two assassins who were trying to blend into the crowd.

A sword stabbed out, piercing a man's abdomen.

It was pulled out with a sharp sound, and the intestines spilled out onto the ground.

The other assassin was terrified and ran away because he had heard of the White Knight's name.

Alec moved faster, slashing the man in half with his sword.

……

Port, Sea Serpent.

The sailors were in chaos, shouting and running away.

Rhaegar, dressed in black robes, boarded the ship and walked into the wide-open cabin.

hum-

The compass hummed softly and the needle glowed faintly.

Rhaegar turned around and pointed the pointer at a dim warehouse.

bang-

He kicked the wooden door open, and dim light shone on a person.

Adam's face was tense and his body was wet.

In his arms, Meka curled up and shivered with cold.

Adam held the hammer and stared at the door.

On his shoulder was a shriveled basket.

Rhaegar took off his hood and looked at the pair in surprise.

"Father!"

Meka raised his head suddenly and cried out in grievance.

Seeing the handsome appearance of the man with silver hair and purple eyes, Adam's pupils shrank slightly, and he stammered, "Sir... Sir."

(End of this chapter)