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

Chapter 18 Wandering Swordsman
  Ilic was shocked by the sudden and violent attack.

When he looked up, he saw the man who had just been restrained sitting on a chair with a contented look on his face, holding a silver chopstick in his hand.

"White Knight, I don't mean any harm, I'm just a hungry poor man looking for something to eat."

Seeing this, Rhaegar silently put down his plate and hid behind Ilic.

Look at the speed of the shot, you can tell he is a master.

His small body can't be offended.

"You are so generous, Your Highness."

Seeing the cakes, the other party smiled happily and bowed to Rhaegar.

There doesn't really seem to be any malice.

At this moment, Rhaegar noticed the appearance of the other party.

He has curly brown hair, brown eyes, a weather-beaten face, and always maintains a smiling expression.

He is very short, only 160 centimeters at most.

It is normal among ordinary people, but compared with the knights who are proficient in martial arts, they are too small.

Sensing Rega's gaze, the other party smiled: "I know your identity, but you don't seem to know who I am?"

"who are you?"

Rhaegar asked.

"A nobody."

Rhaegar: ...

Hard.

Rhaegar's fist hardened.

He felt like he was being tricked.

Before Rhaegar was about to get angry, the other party handed over the plate and said softly: "Shirius Freer, the wandering swordsman from Braavos, is willing to share the delicious food with the prince."

Rhaegar stared into his eyes, his black pupils as plain as water, unable to see through his inner thoughts.

He glanced back at Ilic, his eyes leading the question.

Eric nodded slightly and signaled that everything would be okay.

No one in the Red Keep was bold enough to assassinate the king's eldest son in public.

Rhaegar picked up a piece of pastry and smiled: "I am willing to share it with you, Shiliu Freer."

Xi Liu seemed to always be smiling: "You can call me Xi Liu, but I am not a noble and I have temporarily lost my job."

"Oh, what did you do before, so good at swordsmanship?"

The opponent was very skilled and his hometown was an overseas city-state, so Rhaegar was very interested in him.

"We can talk while eating."

"Right on my mind."

The older one and the younger one sat back in their seats, saying goodbye to the tense situation just now, and chatting over pastries.

During the exchange, Rhaegar learned.

Shiliu was a knight's attendant when he was young. He knew how to use a sword since he was a child, and he was very good at it.

But he always wanted to be an elegant dancer.

A lot of effort goes into this.

When he came of age, he was spotted by a prince in Braavos and hired as his royal dancer.

I thought good times were coming.

Unexpectedly, within a few years, the prince was assassinated.

Shiliu was dancing for the prince at the time, and unsurprisingly became the target of suspicion.

In order to avoid capture, he sneaked into Westeros.

Under the appreciation of a noble lady, he was brought to the Red Castle to attend the banquet.

Rhaegar listened with fascination, as if immersed in Shiliu's story.

From time to time, I feel sorry for his unfair experience.

Shiliu ate and drank while lamenting the unfair fate.

For a time, the two cherished each other and became each other's confidants.

Of course, the above is purely from Ilic's personal perspective.

In fact, Lei Jia listened carefully on the surface but kept complaining in his heart. "It's really rare for a dancer from Braavos to master a sword with talent!"

Look at Xi Liu's appearance again.

You need height and sword skills, you need looks and sword skills...

How blind must the prince of Braavos be to hire such a short man to dance for him?
  Does it taste unique?
  "You're lying in a serious way. You can't tell if you've tricked some silly girl from a noble family into sneaking into the Red Castle to eat and drink."

Rhaegar smiled and said nothing, quietly watching him make up nonsense.

After chatting for a while, all the chocolate pastries on the nearby table were eaten, and Shiliu regretfully stopped.

Leng Buding mentioned the peripheral martial arts competition.

"Prince, the duel outside is very exciting, don't you want to go and see it?"

Rhaegar shook his head: "No, I am still too young and not used to seeing blood."

Shiliu smiled and said: "That's true, but the duel field was so chaotic that the king was even angry."

"Because of what?"

Rega frowned, realizing that there was a mystery behind Shiliu's words.

"A Dornishman brutally killed his opponent and spoke with arrogance."

Shiliu took a sip of wine and said: "The Dornish people will continue to challenge, and the second duel should have just begun."

"Come on, let's go and see."

Rhaegar stood up immediately and walked quickly to the competition ground with Ilic.

Xi Liu smiled and followed.

The three of them arrived at the competition venue and found that everyone in the audience was cheering for one person.

Rhaegar found a close position and stood behind the railing to observe.

A knight in silver-gray armor held a sword in both hands and swung it wildly, forcing a brown-skinned young man to retreat.

Whenever the sword grazed the opponent's body, the onlookers would cheer and urge him to kill the opponent.

After watching for a while, Ilic whispered: "The dominant side is the Siron Knight of Stormland, and the opponent is the Dornishman, a shameless and despicable person."

Rhaegar nodded and watched the duel intently.

The Shillong Knights attack fiercely, with a typical charging style.

Pay attention to being quick and accurate in your attacks, crazily suppressing your opponent's actions and leaving no room for counterattack.

The Dornish youth clearly saw this and took advantage of the light armor to dash left and right, dodging every attack.

The spear in his hand became a shield against the long sword, and the clanging sound echoed throughout the duel field.

While watching with enthusiasm, Shiliu suddenly said: "The victory has been decided, and the time to change the offensive and defensive positions is not far away."

Rhaegar looked at him suspiciously and asked, "Why do you say that the Knight of Shillong is very powerful?"

"It is true that one is worth ten on the battlefield, but the Dornish boy avoids fighting. We only need to delay until his physical strength weakens to win."

Rhaegar looked towards the duel.

If you look closely, Shillong did start to pant slightly under the repeated attacks, and it was difficult for the long sword to get closer to the opponent.

On the other hand, the young men of Dorne seem to still have some strength left, and they are fighting but retreating.

He did not forget to ridicule: "Sir Knight, if you mount a war horse, I will definitely not fight with you. It's a pity that you can only step in the mud with both feet."

"Haha, even if there is no war horse, there is no problem in cutting off your head."

Xillong's voice was hoarse and his words were full of disdain, but the sweat on his forehead betrayed his state.

Rega pulled the corner of Ilic's clothes: "Sir, is the Knight of Shillong really going to lose?"

Ilic's eyes were solemn: "It's hard to say, the cunning Dornish people don't give Shillong a chance to get close to him."

"Silon's armor is very heavy. The longer it takes, the worse it will be for him."

Shiliu interrupted at the right time: "Armor can save the owner's life at critical moments, but it also limits the ingenious flexibility of the human body."

"Just like the Dothraki across the sea, they never wear armor and believe that agility can lead to victory on the battlefield."

"Keep reading, I believe in the Knight of Shillong."

Rhaegar had a small face and secretly cheered for Shillong.

　Thanks to several book friends for their monthly votes. The author keeps his word and will continue to add another chapter today!
  　　Following the advice of book friends, the end of the previous chapter was slightly changed to reveal some of Xiliu's characteristics.

　　Xi Liu is an original character created by the author, inspired by Syrio, the dance teacher from Erya in Game of Thrones.

　　A mysterious, elegant and superb swordsman.

　　
  　
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