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

Chapter 511 Exploring the Dragon Cave at Night
The moon and stars are sparse, and everything is silent.

Red Keep, Godswood.

Under the thick weirwood, a scruffy girl with black curly hair paced back and forth, circling around the tree trunk.

The ground was covered with scattered red leaves, which made a rustling sound when stepped on.

The sloppy girl was amazed. It was the first time she had seen such a thing.

After watching for a while, the sky became darker.

Jiligulu~
Her shriveled belly protested, the sloppy girl tightened her belt and sat down on the ground.

Tread...  

Suddenly, there was a sound of light footsteps at the Moon Gate.

Facing the wisps of moonlight, a small silver-haired figure poked its head out.

"Berlon!"

The scruffy girl noticed it first and waved excitedly.

Baerlon was startled by the sudden shout. He turned his head back and forth to check and put his finger to his lips: "Shh, don't make any noise."

The sloppy girl patted her butt and stood up, her eyes shining: "I'm starving, did you bring any food?"

"of course."

Belron looked proud and took out a bag from behind. Then his face fell: "These are all leftovers from the kitchen, including bread and bacon."

He scratched his head and handed it over embarrassedly.

"It's good to have something to eat."

The sloppy girl snatched it away and squatted against the wall to eat quickly.

The food was good. In addition to the two things that Belron mentioned, there were also pickles and fruits.

Belron also squatted down and looked at it curiously: "Castor, is it delicious?"

Castor glanced sideways and said while wolfing down the food: "I have never eaten such soft bread in my life."

While talking, I was careless.

He pounded his barren chest with his fists, stretched his olive neck, and swallowed the food with a gulp.

"Hiccup~~"

The discomfort disappeared, and Castor burped for a long time, and said incoherently: "I am afraid of being punished by God for eating so well."

Belron held his chin with both hands, with a flash of curiosity in his eyes.

Castor is his new civilian friend.

My mother is a prostitute and I am an illegitimate daughter and a thief.

Because he helped him escape the assassination, obeyed the other party's request, and helped sneak into King's Landing.

Castor continued to eat, sucking every drop of juice from the fruit, chatting as he ate: "Have you come out and comforted those two sisters when you are free?"

Naturally, it refers to Benilla and Rhaena.

Baeron saw her finish the yellowed apple, chewing and swallowing the core, and muttered, "Bernilla is asleep, and Renia is still crying."

Speaking of which, Castor and her two sisters are really different, as if they live in two different worlds.

Although Castor is short, small, dark, and has an ordinary face, it is not very attractive.

She is actually 13 years old.

7 years older than Belon and 4 years older than the Bernilla sisters.

According to Castor, the old lady is old and doesn't work hard enough to entertain customers.

We are used to the hard days of going hungry for nine meals out of three days.

If he hadn't been smart and hadn't learned the skill of stealing, he would have been even shorter.

But being short also has its advantages, as it is not easy to be discovered when stealing.

Castor's crooked nose bridge and scars were caused by a brothel client punching him when he failed in a theft.

Under the moonlight, a man, a woman and a child were squatting against the wall.

The castor bean is like a big rat, grunting and not letting go of any food residue.

Finally, even the crumbs on your hands will be eaten.

Baeron remained silent, thinking about how to repay the other party for his help.

Finally, Castor ate all the food, put the silk bag into his arms, and said casually: "Hey, do you have any money with you?"

"I'm not saying hi, you're being a little rude."

Belron frowned and honestly took out two gold royals: "Just a little, the Red Castle doesn't need to spend money."

Bi Ma snatched the money quickly, his dark eyes full of greed, and he laughed: "Of course we don't need to spend money in Hongbao, but we can't go out without money."

Two gold royals are equivalent to a year's worth of guests I receive.

The royal family is rich!

Baelon responded: "You want to leave, but you don't know anyone in King's Landing?"

He also wanted to ask his mother to let Castor stay and work as a maid.

"Come on."

Castor stood up and packed his things. "The Red Fort is great, but it doesn't belong to me."

Turning his head, he thought: "I heard that His Majesty the King has opened a royal school and welcomes orphans to study?"

Belron was confused by the question and answered honestly, "That's right, but the courses in the academy are very tiring."

Besides, those old-fashioned scholars were not very welcoming to girls.

Despite my father's repeated requests, there were still very few women enrolled in the school.

"That's okay."

Castor reached out and patted Belron on the shoulder, and said ambitiously: "Help me get out of the Red Castle, and I will try to go to the academy."

The purpose of sneaking out from Chaotou Island was to change one's destiny.

If I don't want to be beaten to death for stealing in this life, I can only stay in that dark and damp alley and learn how to entertain customers.

But the pride in her heart told her that it was too shameful to make money by taking off all her clothes.

Although this pride is inexplicable, it always supports her.

Seeing that Castor was so persistent, Belron had no choice but to agree: "Okay, come with me."

He had bribed Ser Alec, so entering and leaving the Red Keep was not difficult.

The two of them walked out of the house, one in front and one behind, through a secret passage.

Alec had been waiting for a long time and released Castor with a cold face.

boom--

After a long time, the secret door of the secret passage closed.

Alec's face was gloomy, thinking about how to warn the prince not to do it again.

He is now the personal guard of the heir to the throne.

This position is very important. My elder brother Eric used to be the one who protected the young Majesty personally.

Belron was still recalling the scene of Castor huddled in a box and being carried onto the ship to smuggle himself across the river.

Very inspiring decision.

She is very much like Benilla who practices the crossbow very hard and never stops striving for self-improvement.

Noting the White Knight's gaze, Baelon took a deep breath and made a decision: "Sir Alec."

"What do you want?" Alec asked seriously.

Belron raised his head and said with a stern face: "Starting tomorrow, you will teach me martial arts."

Just like how Cole taught his third uncle Emond. Upon hearing this, Alec felt a sense of honor and said without hesitation, "No problem!"

After a pause, he reminded: "We should go back to bed early so that we can get up for morning exercises tomorrow morning."

During the conversation, the responsibility of the swordsmanship teacher was brought up.

Baeron nodded and added, "Get up early tomorrow and check on Meka. He was frightened today."

Alec obeyed without hesitation and said decisively: "I will greet Sir Stephen tomorrow and take you to see Prince Meka."

Baeron tilted his head: "Sir Stephen."

……

The scene changes.

"Sir Stephen, don't run around."

Dragon's lair, bronze gate.

Meka slipped into the open door and turned back to give careful instructions to the personal guard who was tying up the horse.

Stephen had a gloomy face, tied up the horse, and silently followed the little prince's pace.

Seven levels of hell!
Why put him through this?
I patrolled all night yesterday and worked overtime during the day.

After finally waiting until nightfall, the little prince insisted on going into the dragon's lair.

Stephen sighed in his heart, rubbing his swollen dark bags under his eyes with his fingertips, making his already aged face look even more haggard.

Seeing his personal guards following him, Meka's features tightened and he entered the dragon's lair first.

……

"Hiss..."

Inside the dragon's lair, a young emerald green dragon climbed up the iron chain bridge on the roof and roared at the full moon.

Maika walked with his short legs, looking up at the young dragon above him.

"prince!"

Suddenly, a greeting sounded from the side.

Meika was startled and his face turned pale.

Menas, the maester of the Dragon Cave, stood aside, his sallow face showing humility: "What brings me here so late at night? What brings me here?"

Meka turned around and saw the person coming, and patted his chest: "Menas, you scared me."

He had known the person in charge of the Dragon Cave for a long time.

Menas looked apologetic and bent over to ask, "It's getting dark, did the little prince come out at night to see the dragon?"

"Yes!" Meka looked around. The empty environment was dark and lonely. He said affirmatively, "I want to see the ownerless young dragon."

Having lost the dragon egg, he wants to tame a little dragon.

Menas hesitated for a moment and reluctantly agreed: "After I show you the whole thing, you must go back to bed obediently."

"Okay!" Meka agreed immediately.

At this time, Sir Stephen came over with a tired look on his face.

Menas nodded to show his respect for the White Knight, and told the dragon keeper on duty to bring the baby dragon.

At this moment, there are several baby dragons in the dragon cave.

Excluding the owned Trickster, Moon Dance, and Dawn, there are still three ownerless dragons with bad tempers.

"Hiss!"

"His!"

Suddenly, two roars of different sounds suddenly sounded and spread throughout the dragon's lair.

call--

Maika looked up and saw a silver dragon shadow rushing out of the dragon pit, shining in the moonlight, like a crystal sculpture.

The dragon handler came running out, bamboo staff clutched in hand, speaking to the agitated dragon in High Valyrian.

Before Maika could see clearly, the moon was covered by a pair of scarlet wings.

"His!"

The dark dragon flames as deep as the night sky pierced through the night sky, and thick, pungent smoke filled the air, roasting the already old high walls.

In the blink of an eye, a young dragon with black scales all over its body and blood-red dorsal fin and wing membranes jumped out.

"Blood Wing, keep quiet!"

The old dragon tamer had a calm expression on his face and slowly approached with a bamboo stick in his hand.

"His!"

Iragas roared in response, and the chains on the dragon's neck and hind legs rattled, making it look like a dragon being released from its cage.

"Prince, back off!"

Stephen was cheered up and quickly covered Meka's retreat.

Maika did not refuse, but just watched with wide eyes hiding under the white robe.

Crunchy...

The silver dragon shadow crashed into the wall, its sharp claws pierced into the wall, revealing its true appearance.

A young dragon with a silver body and a nimble posture.

The broken golden vertical pupils shrank and stared at the black dragon below.

The dragon keeper tapped his bamboo stick and soothed him: "Blizzard, return to your lair."

"Hiss!"

Blizzard obediently jumped to the floor and confronted Iragas from a distance of several dozen meters.

Iragas' pupils were cold and indifferent, dragon flames were emanating from his dragon mouth, and he lay on the ground ready to fight at any time.

The two baby dragons, one white and one black, had similarly violent tempers.

Every time they meet, there is a risk of losing control.

Maynas introduced them one by one, limping and limping: "That's Blizzard, the young dragon hatched on Dragonstone."

Maika immediately responded, "That's Iragas, the young dragon my father caught. He's the most bad-tempered young dragon in the dragon's lair."

Menas was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "That's right."

"Hiss!"

"His!"

The two young dragons were still confronting each other, and their arrogance was growing stronger.

Blizzard is a little older, his body size has exceeded the ten-meter mark, and he has officially entered sub-adulthood.

Iragas has been imprisoned in the dungeon for many years, but his body has grown faster and his size is almost the same as Blizzard's.

Menas crouched down and said worriedly, "Prince, the two baby dragons are in danger. You should return to the Red Keep."

The two young dragons were full of fighting spirit, but the dragon keeper had long since stopped taking them seriously.

But the prince was still very young, and even a scratch would be a serious crime.

Maekar clutched Sir Stephen's white robe, his eyes moving back and forth between Blizzard and Iragas, and finally shook his head: "There is another dragon, I want to see that one."

"Are you sure that dragon is still dormant?"

Menas said with a headache.

Meka nodded vigorously: "I don't want to miss it."

The two young dragons in front of him were too agitated and didn't take him seriously at all.

His intuition told him that there was a more suitable young dragon waiting for him.

(End of this chapter)