Baelon raised his head and looked at Vhagar carefully.
The corners of his mouth opened unconsciously.
Vhagar is indeed as delicious as fine wine, but Vermithor will not lose.
He proudly said, "Vermithor is much bigger than her."
A giant dragon can grow continuously throughout its life, as long as there is sufficient food and open space.
The ranch of Trial Space can support Vermithor.
Now Vermithor maintains the character of a small gastric bagosaurus outside every day and only eats five sheep every day.
Then go to the all-you-can-eat buffet at Trial Space and eat all day long.
Baelon even felt that Vermithor had grown another 2 centimeters.
Baelon suddenly said, "Speaking of which, Vhagar can also be called "Bronze Fury"."
Laena is puzzled, "Bronze Fury?"
"When bronze rusts, isn't it the color of Vhagar?"
Laena stretched his smile but had not spoken yet.
Vhagar suddenly turned his head and looked towards a corridor. A huge head stood in front of Laena.
Baelon and Laena, who were empty in front of them, looked at each other. He immediately moved his steps and stood behind Vhagar's head.
Dragonkeepers grasped their spears nervously and stared at the dark corridor.
As everyone watched nervously, the sound of chains clashing was heard.
A small golden dragon slowly crawled out of the corridor.
The size of the little dragon is only one-tenth of Vhagar, with a whole iron chain hanging on its neck, wings, and claws.
"He broke the chain?!" Laena couldn't hide the shock in his tone.
Dragonkeepers stepped forward cautiously and drove the dragon back to Dragonpit.
"It's not torn off." Baelon said slowly.
"Look at the anchor of the iron chain," he lowered his voice to avoid disturbing Dragonkeepers, "He pulled the iron chain directly from the stone wall."
"But it's hard even for an adult dragon to do that."
The golden little dragon ignored Dragonkeepers and walked step by step in the direction of Vhagar.
The long chain dragged behind him, making a rumbling sound.
Baelon frowned, he always felt that those golden dragon eyes were staring at him.
"What's the name of this dragon?" he asked Dragonkeepers beside him.
The elder Dragonkeepers said, "You didn't give him a name, Prince."
Baelon is confused, what is his name?
"I'll get it for him..."
He was suddenly startled.
Baelon thought of something, "This is impossible."
In the past six years, he has never been to Dragonpit, and he has never seen that little dragon.
It was impossible for that dragon to know him, the dragon that had spent 19 months with him in the cradle and left him five months before Dragon Egg hatched.
Laenor is smiling and polite, even when facing Daemon, who once humiliated him.
"Vale Any* ewe is more decent than you." Daemon glanced at Laenor.
His tone was contemptuous, "Bloodless coward."
He sneered, as if there were always people who mistook cowardice for etiquette, but he only saw a coward who did not dare to fight back after being humiliated, but still greeted others with a smile.
Laenor·Velaryon, with his bloodline and weakness, he is not worthy of that dragon!
Laenor The smile suddenly disappeared and his face turned red.
His kindness could not be exchanged for the same kindness from Daemon.
No one can bear this humiliation.
Laenor pressed the hilt of the sword at his waist and said angrily, "I misjudged you!"
"Daemon·Targaryen, you said bad words to me for no reason. You are not worthy of canonizing me as a knight!"
Rhaenyra was shocked when he saw this, and quickly jumped out to interrupt, "Uncle, Laenor!"
She smiled and said, "Laenor, so you are here!"
"You rarely come to King's Landing, why don't we go find Baelon and Laena and go shopping together!"
Laenor Close your eyes and take a deep breath.
He cannot offend the innocent Rhaenyra, and Laena...Laena has been looking forward to the engagement with Baelon·Targaryen for a long time.
He loosened the hilt of the sword with difficulty and said, "No need."
Laenor turned around and took just a few steps when Daemon's contemptuous laugh sounded from behind.
He stopped and endured it again and again, but the anger of being humiliated surged crazily in his heart, and his beating heartbeat blinded his reason.
Laenor suddenly turned his head and rushed directly in front of Daemon.
"You!"
He pointed at Daemon and said word for word, "You don't deserve your reputation, you don't deserve your last name!"
"Just because of some rumors, just because the people I love are different, you speak evil words and wantonly insult me!"
"Do you think I'm some kind of weirdo who doesn't love young people who are similar to me in age and have similar interests? Instead, I love people who are older..."
"So much nonsense." Daemon sneered.
He raised his eyelids and said, "If you don't dare to draw your sword, get out!"
"Also, who cares about those rumors about you?!"
Daemon looked disdainful, "Except for yourself."
Laenor·Velaryon was stunned when he heard this.
It seems so. When it comes to marriage and lovers, Targaryen has always been criticized for intermarriage between brothers and sisters.
Moreover, rumors about King Jaehaerys's sister, Rhaena·Targaryen, and her two female close friends spread throughout Seven Kingdoms.
Daemon really don't understand, can gossip affect the dragon?!
This afternoon, Viserys and Baelon treated Otto favorably, which made him angry.
The sun has not completely set yet, and this Laenor·Velaryon who came from afar is even more cowardly and despised.
He didn't even dare to draw his sword.
Laenor couldn't believe it and asked, "Then why are you so vicious?!"
Why do you keep talking about humiliation?
Daemon sneered, not even Corlys·Velaryon dared to question him like this.
He was about to speak.
"Uncle."
Rhaenyra has always known what Daemon says. If he disagrees with Small Council, he starts to blame all the important officials and their whole family.
The few words Laenor said cannot even be ranked in terms of level.
She stared at Daemon tiredly and begged, "Stop talking."
Daemon glanced at Rhaenyra steadily, and Rhaenyra looked at him without flinching.
He pushed the sword back into its scabbard, "A dragon master who dares not resist in the face of humiliation. Your hypocritical smile cannot buy me mercy."
He glanced at Laenor, "I'm waiting for you to knock on my shield, if you have the guts."
Daemon turned and left.
Seeing that Laenor only clenched his fists and stared at Daemon's back without pursuing him, Rhaenyra breathed a sigh of relief thankfully.
She raised the corners of her mouth with a smile, "Daemon talks like this, even in front of the king, he doesn't hold back, Laenor..."
"Wait?!"
"You mean he's always been like this?!" Laenor sounded shocked.
You keep talking like this, how come Daemon has survived until now without being beaten to death?!
He clenched the hilt of the sword, his eyes flashed, and he secretly made up his mind.
In the tournament two days later, he will definitely use his spear to smash Daemon's shield!
Take a breath of bad breath for yourself and win back your dignity!