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I am Baelon

[House of Dragonsl] became the crown prince of a day who should have died young, but Baelon survived tenaciously. Being sick and weak can't defeat him, and losing his qualifications as heir can't give up. Start the scouting mission, search for the lost treasure and embark on the legendary path of conquering the seven kingdoms. Explore the Black Death Skull: Obtain the dragon's legacy, fire resistance +50%. Explore the auspicious white stag: Get the blessing of the auspicious beast and ask for a long life. Explore Blackfire and the Dark Sisters: get the King's Gaze and the Knight's Oath. Baelon rode the dragon, sat on the Iron Throne and scorned the machinations of all careerists. Winter is coming, I will ride the dragon.

DaoistjLm6g1 · Book&Literature
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Chapter 24: The Sword Skills Tournament of Shiliu

Sword skill tournaments have always been a symbol of the kingdom's prosperity, and many nobles are interested in them.

When Baelon arrived at the venue, the audience was already filled with people.

He saw his father on the high platform and quickly approached.

As he approached, he noticed people sitting around his father.

Viserys sat at the head of the throne, with Prime Minister Leonor to the right and further down on the left, his uncle Daemon.

Rhaenyra sat at the head of the throne below Leonor, which was not an insult to her status as heir.

I don't know if last night's banquet was a success, but Viserys had a smile on his face at that moment.

Seeing Baelon arrive, he smiled and waved his hand, "Come here quickly. You went to bed early last night, and today you have to spend time with your father."

"The bachelor said that children should go to bed early and rise early, so that their bodies grow faster."

Baelon defended himself and approached Viserys with honesty.

Being held in his arms and sitting on his lap.

Baelon generously enjoyed his father's love and took a plate of fruit from the table.

Rhaenyra noticed his empty wrist and asked with a smile, "Why don't you wear that bracelet? Don't you like it very much?"

"It's too big for me to wear."

Baelon treated it with indifference.

The bracelet is uncomfortable to wear in its normal state and can easily arouse suspicion after shrinking.

Baelon hid the bracelet in the incubation container containing the dragon eggs until he could find an excuse to wear it later.

No one cared about this little episode and calmly waited for the martial arts tournament.

To express yesterday's bad breath, events like horseback riding and hand-to-hand combat are canceled.

Let's get straight to the point, the duel!

Two players step onto the stage for the duel.

One of them is naturally the Dornish youth.

He is the real protagonist today.

The other disappointed the audience.

A short, curly-haired swordsman.

He didn't even wear armor, just a light leather armor.

"It's Shiliu Freer!"

Baelon, with a wide field of vision, revealed the identity of the curly-haired swordsman.

Viserys gave a curious look, "Baelon, have you seen any of the swordsmen in the field?"

Baelon nodded, "Yesterday we had tea together. He was a wandering swordsman with good skills and wanted to pledge loyalty to me."

Saying this, Baelon couldn't help but smile.

Viserys frowned slightly and rubbed his chin with his hand, "Let me guess, you shouldn't have promised him anything, right?"

"Yes, a dangerous guy with unknown origins, I won't trust him."

Baelon ate a red grape and replied casually.

"You did the right thing. This morning I received some news that I can share with you."

Viserys tousled Baelon's hair and winked at Leonor.

Leonor stood up, took out a small piece of paper, and read:

"Shiliu Freer, born into a small noble family in Braavos. When he reached adulthood, he joined a believer organization and often carried out dangerous missions."

"Two. A few months ago, this person killed a big shot in Braavos. He was wanted throughout the country and smuggled himself into the continent of Westeros in advance."

"Half a month ago, he posed as a wandering dancer, gained the trust of a lord's daughter, and took her carriage to King's Landing."

"Yesterday afternoon, during the banquet after Prince Daemon returned, he enrolled in the tournament and proposed a duel with Diga Orleans." Leonor recounted Shiliu's origin in one breath, and Damon drank. Calming her throat with lipstick and wine, she looked at Damon in front of her without leaving a trace.

Damon seemed calm and had an attitude of having nothing to do with him.

Baelon listened silently, sincerely admiring Lord Leonor's intelligence.

Viserys saw his eldest son's shock and smiled cheerfully, "I'll teach you a truth. There is no hermetic wall in the world. Honor and faith are the fate of the strong."

"I remember, father."

Baelon obediently listened to his father's teachings.

Seeing him so obedient, Viserys felt satisfied with his vanity.

I decided to teach my eldest son some ways of being a person and doing things from time to time.

"The duel has begun."

The clear voice of Rhaenyra interrupted the exchange between father and son.

In the duel arena, the two players took their positions.

When the referee blew the horn, the Dornish youths surrounded Shiliu with guns and flowers in their arms, looking for flaws.

Compared to yesterday, the Dornish youth was much calmer, I wonder if Colachu scared him.

Shiliu stood to the side, holding a sword in one hand, and remained silent.

"Little dwarf, who asked you to come here to die?" The Dornish youth taunted Shiliu with the intention of irritating him.

Shiliu put a hand on his back and spoke casually, "Everyone will die! But I think I still don't have time."

"Really? But I saw the day of your death."

The Dornish youth approached slowly with a weapon.

"Speaking of death will bring death, and maybe it will be you who dies."

Shiliu always held the sword with one hand.

"Swordsman, I'm going to cut off your legs and turn you into a true half-man."

The Dornish youth struck first and stabbed a tentative shot.

He moved very fast and his lance looked like a long snake.

However, Shiliu moved faster.

Before the tip of the lance approached, Shiliu struck the barrel of the lance with his sword, causing the lance to veer off course.

Then, he advanced with his right foot and cut the Dornish youth's elbow with his sword.

The strike was successful, but Shiliu did not pursue it, but retracted his feet and continued to stand.

In the angry eyes of the Dornish youth, he wrote lightly:

"Bajo? When your head falls to the ground, you will realize my stature."

Stimulated by the words, the Dornish youth became enraged, but caution indicated to him to be patient and not act rashly.

For a while, the duel field reached a deadlock.

Shiliu stood there, and the Dornish youths did not dare to attack and surrounded him.

Such a mediocre duel would not be recognized by the audience and would undoubtedly attract reprimands.

Urging the two to act quickly.

Either the curly-haired swordsman beheads the Dornish youth.

Or the Dornishmen kill the curly-haired swordsman as quickly as possible, and a better knight beheads the Dornish youth.

Listening to the noise coming from outside the field, Shiliu sighed, "I originally wanted you to live a little longer, but the withering of life is as ruthless as flowing water."

"Stop talking nonsense, I won't be afraid of a dwarf who isn't as tall as a horse."

Despite the reprimand, the Dornish youth still did not take

the initiative to attack.

Shiliu snorted softly, "You're mistaken. My height is longer than the horse's back. I measured it."

After the words fell, the Dornish youth had not reacted. Shiliu had already moved.

His legs were like riding the wind, quickly closing in on the Dornish youth.

The Dornish youth was frightened and with a sweep of his lance, he forced all the surrounding soldiers to retreat.

Clang!

Shiliu darted out of the weapon's sight, struck the back of the sword against the barrel of the weapon, and slammed the weapon's tip to the ground.

Lifting his foot to step on the lance's tip, Shiliu took advantage of the brief disarmament to quickly stab the Dornish youth in the chest with his sword.

Poof!

A gush of blood spurted out, and the Dornish youth instantly lost the ability to resist.

He loosened the lance and looked at Shiliu incredulously, not understanding why he died so hastily.

"You... sneaky attack..."

The Dornish youth glared at Shiliu begrudgingly, but he kicked him to the ground.

Lifting the Dornish youth's hair and exposing his neck, Shiliu's face was full of regret:

"Your master only taught you skills, but didn't tell you to cherish your life."

After that, he raised the iron sword high and severed the heads of the Dornish youth.