Chapter 9 Shock for the White Knight

Fortunately, nothing bad happened.

The white stag was getting closer, Baelon's hands and feet were trembling slightly, and he cautiously moved forward, raising his hands above his head.

"Yoyo~"

Under the setting sun, the shadows of a person and a deer overlapped.

The white stag stopped in front of Baelon, lowered its head, and sniffed the red grapes in his hands. It stretched out its tongue, wrapped a piece of grape, and chewed on it.

The sweet pulp was chewed into pieces, and the juice and fragrance filled its mouth, giving the White Deer a refreshing experience.

One piece entered its belly, and it quickly ate the rest.

Baelon looked excitedly at the white stag. Due to the lack of blood supply to his heart, his face gradually turned pale, sweat broke out all over his body, soaking his thin clothes.

"Good friend, you've eaten my broth, you should let me touch you."

As soon as he opened his mouth, Baelon gasped and reached out his hand towards Bai Lu's clear eyes.

He touched the hair on its long neck.

"Hey?"

The white stag didn't dodge, letting the human cub caress it, and it moved its mouth towards the pouch.

Baelon smiled joyfully. "Glutton, did you smell that I still have some stock?"

He wrapped his arm around the white stag's neck, and Baelon pressed his face against the snow-white fur, rubbing it gently.

With his other hand, he opened the small pouch and threw the rest of the inventory on the ground.

Some grapes, a slice of apple, half an orange...

The white stag didn't reject anyone who approached, and it ate them with its head bowed.

Seeing this scene, Ilic was filled with surprise, and his lips moved slightly. "Prince..."

Baelon turned to look at the bewildered Ilic, a blush appearing on his pale face, and said shyly, "I didn't do it." "No, I don't mean that. I mean..."

At this moment, the indescribable word is suitable for Ilic.

He didn't even blink when facing the encirclement and repression of assassins, and his heart was deeply shocked.

A white stag approaches.

Observing the historical records of the Westeros continent, there has never been anything so shocking.

If poets and singers were allowed to sing, it would be a legend that would last forever.

No matter what the white knight thought, Baelon didn't have time to think about it at this moment.

His heartbeats grew heavier, and his ears buzzed. Baelon felt dizzy, and his eyelids grew heavier.

"Sir, don't hurt my friend..."

He weakly uttered the last words, and Baelon's arms loosened from the white stag's neck, his body falling weakly.

Bang:

After running for a day, Baelon couldn't bear the excitement and fainted.

"Prince... Prince..."

Before losing consciousness, Baelon seemed to hear Ilic shouting desperately and shaking his body.

"We found a rare creature containing traces of magical elements. We will detect it ourselves..."

The detection was successful. A pure and friendly white stag. Would you like to start exploration?"

"..."

"Considering the fact that the explorer fell into a coma, the system automatically initiated the exploration. Please look forward to it..."

It seems that after hearing the sound of the system message, Baelon couldn't think anymore and was completely lost.

...

On the other side.

An open space somewhere in the royal forest.

Rhaenyra, who had sadly fled the camp, changed her sadness and sat quietly on a dead tree.

In front of her, a handsome knight in silver armor and a white tunic put down his sword and quickly lit a fire.

"Cole, I didn't expect your skills to not only be reflected in battle."

Rhaenyra put her chin in her hands and said mockingly.

With a smile on his face, Cole, who had black curly hair, grabbed a hare he had hunted and replied, "I come from a common environment. Before becoming a knight, I had to do all the tasks myself."

It must be said that Christon Cole is truly excellent.

Not only is he a glorious white knight, but he also looks handsome enough to please the girls.

His kind words and pure eyes are deadly.

The unloving Rhaenyra was fascinated by him.

Looking nostalgically at her own white knight.

Watching him seriously prepare dinner.

She swore by the Seven if Rhaegar were here.

Even if Cole brought her a piece of coal later, Rhaenyra would swallow it without thinking.

Whisper...

Not long after roasting the hare, there was movement not far away, which aroused the vigilance of the two.

Cole drew his sword and prepared to face the enemy in the darkness.

"Hmph hum~"

Time passed, and a black-skinned boar rushed out of the dark forest and charged wildly.

Faced with the impact of an adult boar, Cole's eyes widened and he quickly dodged.

As the rhythm changed, the long sword cut the boar's body, leaving a scar.

"Hmph hum~"

The boar had rough skin and thick flesh, it failed to charge once and turned around to continue charging.

This time, it was aimed at the stunned Rhaenyra.

"Watch out!"

Cole shouted, warning Rhaenyra to take cover.

In the lightning, the boar jumped over the blazing fire and headed straight for the girl who seemed easier to intimidate.

The fire went out, the burning sticks scattered, and the flames spread into the night sky.

Like a blazing firework.

In the light of the fire, the boar approached the girl.

Its sharp tusks and soft belly were smaller than the width of a fist.

The danger of death was getting closer.

...

"No!"

Under the moonlit night, a scream rang out, with a shrill voice.

Baelon suddenly opened his eyes and sat up, his face full of fear.

"You're awake, Prince!"

In the next second, Ilic's cheerful voice reached his ears.

Baelon turned his head as if in a hurry, and what he saw was a blazing fire.

"The fire... the fire wasn't destroyed?"

Seeing the blazing fire, Baelon swallowed, but still felt his mouth dry.

Footsteps were heard behind him, Baelon turned around and saw Ilic walking towards him with an excited expression on his face.

In his hand was also a pheasant with a straw rope around its neck.

"Sir, where are we? Where is my sister?"

Baelon didn't react for a moment, his young face full of anxiety.

Ilic let go of the prey, walked towards the frightened little prince, put his hands on his shoulders, and said seriously,

"Don't be afraid, it's just a nightmare."

Nightmare?"

Baelon wiped his forehead, full of fearful sweat.

Ilic patted his back and patiently recounted the day's progress.

Finally, Baelon remembered the original situation.

"Huh~"

Breathing heavily, Baelon's eyes gleamed with joy, and the fear on his face faded.

"It turned out to be a nightmare."

Although the dream just now was very real, Baelon was already accustomed to nightmares.

"Phew~"

Fortunately, nothing bad happened.

The white stag was getting closer and closer. Baelon's hands and feet were trembling slightly as he cautiously advanced, raising his hands above his head.

"Yoyo~"

Under the setting sun, the shadows of a person and a deer overlapped.

The white stag stopped in front of Baelon, lowered its head, and sniffed the red grapes he had in his hands, stretching out its tongue, curling up a piece of grape and chewing on it.

The sweet pulp was chewed into pieces, and the juice and fragrance filled its mouth, giving the White Deer a refreshing experience.

One grape appeared in its belly, and it quickly devoured the rest.

Baelon looked excitedly at the white stag. Due to the lack of blood supply to his heart, his face gradually paled, sweat broke out all over his body, soaking his thin clothes.

"Good friend, you've eaten my broth, you should let me touch it."

As soon as he opened his mouth, Baelon gasped and reached out his hand towards Bai Lu's clear eyes.

He touched the hair on its long neck.

"Hey?"

The white stag didn't dodge, letting the human cub stroke it, and it took its mouth to the pocket.

Baelon smiled happily, "Glutton, did you smell that I still have some stock?"

He wrapped his arm around the white stag's neck, and Baelon pressed his face against the snow-white fur, rubbing it gently.

With his other hand, he opened the small bag and tossed the rest of the inventory onto the ground.

A few grapes, a slice of apple, half an orange...

The white stag didn't reject anyone who approached, and it ate them with its head lowered.

Seeing this scene, Ilic was filled with surprise, and his lips moved slightly: "Prince..."

Baelon turned to look at the puzzled Ilic, a trace of blush on his pale face, and said shyly, "I didn't do it." "No, I don't mean that, I mean..."

At this moment, the indescribable word is appropriate for Ilic.

He didn't even blink when facing the encirclement and repression of assassins, and his heart was deeply shocked.

A white stag approaches.

Observing the historical records of the Westeros continent, there has never been anything so shocking.

If allowed to be sung by poets and singers, it would be a legend that would last forever.

No matter what the White Knight thought, Baelon didn't have time to think about it at the moment.

His heartbeats grew heavier, and his ears buzzed. Baelon felt dizzy, and his eyelids grew heavier and heavier.

"Sir, don't hurt my friend..."

He weakly uttered the last words, and Baelon's arms loosened from the white stag's neck, his body falling weakly.

Bang:

After running for a day, Baelon couldn't bear the excitement and fainted.

"Prince...Prince..."

Before losing consciousness, Baelon seemed to hear Ilic shout desperately and shake his body.

"We found a rare creature that contains traces of magical elements. We'll detect it ourselves..." "

The detection was successful. A pure and kind white stag. Would you like to start the exploration?" "

..."

"In view of the fact that the explorer fell into a coma, the system automatically initiated the exploration. Please wait eagerly..."

It seems that after hearing the sound of the system message, Baelon could no longer think and was completely lost.

...

On the other side.

An open space somewhere in the royal forest.

Rhaenyra, who had sadly fled the camp, changed her sadness and sat quietly on a dead tree.

In front of her, a handsome knight in silver armor and a white tunic put down his sword and quickly lit a fire.

"Cole, I didn't expect your skills to be reflected not only in battle."

Rhaenyra rested her chin between her hands and said mockingly.

With a smile on his face, Cole, with black curly hair, grabbed a hare he had hunted and replied, "I come from a common environment. Before becoming a knight, I had to do all the chores myself."

It must be said that Christon Cole is truly excellent.

Not only is he a glorious White Knight, but he also looks handsome enough to please the ladies.

His kind words and pure eyes are killers.

The somewhat unloving Rhaenyra was fascinated by him.

Looking nostalgically at her own White Knight.

Watch him seriously preparing dinner.

She swore to the Seven if Rhaegar were here.

Even if Cole brought her a piece of coal later, Rhaenyra would swallow it without thinking.

Whisper...

Not long after roasting the hare, there was movement not far away, which aroused the vigilance of the two.

Cole unsheathed his sword and prepared to face the enemy in the darkness.

"Hmph hum~"

Time passed, and a black-skinned boar rushed out of the dark forest and charged wildly.

Faced with the impact of an adult boar, Cole's eyes widened, and he quickly dodged.

As the pace changed, the long sword cut the boar's body, leaving a scar.

"Hmph hum~"

The boar has rough skin and thick flesh, it failed to charge once and turned around to continue charging.

This time, it was aimed at the stunned Rhaenyra.

"Watch out!"

Cole shouted, warning Rhaenyra to take cover.

In a flash, the boar jumped over the blazing fire and headed straight for the girl who seemed easier to intimidate.

The fire extinguished, burning sticks scattered, and the flames spread into the night sky.

Like a blazing firework.

In the light of the fire, the boar approached the girl.

Its sharp tusks and soft belly were smaller than a fist's width.

The danger of death was getting closer.

...

"No!"

Under the moonlit night, a scream rang out, with a shrill voice.

Baelon suddenly opened his eyes and sat up, his face full of fear.

"You're awake, Prince!"

At the next moment, Ilic's cheerful voice reached his ears.

Baelon turned his head as if in a hurry, and what he saw was a campfire.

"The campfire... Wasn't the campfire destroyed?"

Seeing the blazing campfire, Baelon swallowed, but he still felt his mouth dry.

Footsteps were heard behind him, Baelon turned around and saw Ilic walking towards him with an excited expression on his face.

In his hand, there was also a pheasant with a straw rope around its neck.

"Sir, where are we? Where's my sister?"

Baelon didn't react for a moment, his young face filled with anxiety.

Ilic let go of the prey, walked towards the frightened little prince, put his hands on his shoulders, and said seriously,

"Don't be afraid, it's just a nightmare."

Nightmare?"

Baelon wiped his forehead, full of fearful sweat.

Ilic patted his back and patiently recounted the day's progress.

Finally, Baelon remembered the original situation.

"Huh~"

Breathing heavily, Baelon's eyes sparkled with joy, and the fear on his face faded away.

"It turned out to be a nightmare."

Although the dream now was very real, Baelon was already accustomed to nightmares.

"Sir, I was really scared by my dream just now."

After his palpitations calmed down, Baelon forced a smile to hide the embarrassment of his slip-up.

Ilic shook his head. "Everyone dreams of bad things, forget about it."

Baelon thanked him quietly.

Then, as if thinking of something, he looked around.

Not seeing the figure in his memory, Baelon asked strangely, "Where's the white stag? Where did the white stag go?"

Ilic told the truth, "After you fainted, the white stag stayed with you and even brought you a red fruit..." A berry."

"Before going out to check the trap, the White Deer turned you over so you could rest."

"Perhaps sensing that you were about to wake up, the White Deer left on its own."

Baelon said despairingly, "It's gone. I also wanted to take it to my father."

Ilic advised, "The white stag doesn't belong to the human world. It comes from the forest. Now that it has returned to the forest, you should be happy for your new friend."

"Yes. I call it a friend."

Baelon murmured softly, still unwilling to give up.