Chapter 139 Miss Allison, the Crown of Love and Beauty

The whole place was shouting and the crowd was surging.

Aemon rode a fiery red horse and circled the arena.

Enjoy the cheers and garlands thrown by the noble daughters.

The tin can did not dodge, and a garland fell on its shoulder.

The aristocratic lady who made the hit screamed in surprise, lying on the railing and waving hard.

It's like winning a prize in a trap.

Looking at the Seven Kingdoms, the gold content of the championship of the tournament is extremely high.

Not only will you gain fame and wealth, but you will also gain status more easily.

Especially the tall figure and super physical strength of the Rune Knight.

If I take this person home and become my husband, I won’t be able to feel comfortable doing things in bed.

"Despicable!"

Looking at the cheering noble ladies, Rhaenyra spat in a cold tone.

Lanner's willowy eyebrows curved, and she asked with a smile: "Aren't you greedy?"

"I can eat."

Rhaenyra was forthright.

Lanner's smile disappeared.

It's a scam!

When I saw Aemon in the dragon's lair that night, I smelled a faint fragrance.

As expected, the two of them had more than one affair.

Rhaenyra regretted her words and looked away silently.

Although she came first, Lanner had to eat first.

Facing her, I felt inexplicably lacking in confidence.

…

Viserys walked to the front of the VIP table and raised his hand to suppress the shouts around him.

The noble lords gradually became quiet and turned their attention to the king.

According to the rules, rewards should be announced for the champion of the tournament.

To show respect, the mysterious knight should also take off his helmet to reveal his identity.

"I can't wait."

Many people are gearing up and looking forward to the true face under the tin can.

Eamonn knew the process well and rode to the bottom of the VIP table.

"Rune Knight, would you like to let your king see his true face?"

Viserys smiled as if summoning past champions of the Tourney.

The tin can raised his head and beat his chest with his right arm wearing arm armor.

The noble lords stood up one after another and leaned on the fence to get closer.

Viserys's smile remained unchanged and he couldn't help but look sideways.

Click!

Under the spotlight, Tin Can held the helmet with both hands and slowly lifted it off.

Many people held their breath and watched intently.

First there was the smooth chin, then the slightly pursed lips and high bridge of the nose.

Just as he was about to reveal his eyes, he took off his hands.

Viserys looked at it seriously and couldn't help but be stunned.

The others were even more uncomfortable and almost threw their wine glasses away.

You've already taken off your pants, stop when you say you want?

"Your Majesty, I'm back."

Tin Can suddenly took off his helmet, revealing his young and handsome face.

Wow!

The whole place was in an uproar, with surprised eyes.

Aemon's eyes were bright and he shook his head casually, his long silver-gold hair falling loosely on his shoulders.

Under the scratched silver-gray armor, the noble true dragon sheds its disguise.

"Prince Aemon?"

"It's Aemon the Dragon Slayer..."

The noble lords were stunned on the spot and immediately recognized the identity of the handsome young man below.

The Targaryen features of silver hair and purple eyes should not be too obvious.

But as a new generation, isn’t Aemon Targaryen still underage?

Viserys looked at his nephew and secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "You won the championship, you are very capable."

As long as you don't run away.

He is a smart boy who knows how to go home when it rains.

Aemon smiled faintly, raised his head and responded: "Your Majesty, are you satisfied with seeing my true appearance?"

The rune giant sword was still in his hand, shining green in the sunlight.

Viserys wanted to say no, but the words came to his lips: "You concealed your identity and participated, which really gave everyone a big surprise."

Aemon smiled but said nothing.

There are also surprises.

Viserys was puzzled and suddenly saw the huge emerald sword pointing towards the sky.

Many people have seen it.

They raised their heads in unison and looked at the blue sky.

boom--

The thin cloud cover was torn apart, and a huge mountain-like thing broke out, and a large shadow enveloped the earth.

"Hiss Ka-"

A huge bronze dragon had vertical pupils like copper water, raised its head and let out an exciting roar.

Followed closely.

A silver-gray giant dragon and a light gray-white adult dragon flew out one after another, drawing two misty dragon shadows in the sky.

"Hiss!!"

Syracuse, who was flying in the air, was frightened and screamed violently and flapped his wings to avoid it.

boom--

The giant bronze dragon swooped down, its huge body approaching the arena.

"dragon!!"

The noble lords kept screaming and fell into chaos.

Compared to the princess's young dragon, the bronze dragon with a body that blocks the sky and sun above her head is comparable to an ancient ferocious beast.

"His Majesty!"

Harold immediately stepped forward to protect the king in front.

Viserys frowned and waved his hand to refuse: "It's okay."

As soon as he finished speaking, the giant bronze dragon raised its head and raised its head, its huge body crossed the competition field, and its long and thick tail stirred up a gust of wind.

The noble lords were frightened and emboldened to poke their heads out.

"Hiss!"

Silver Wings neighed and soared past after its mate.

The noble lords lowered their heads again to avoid the strong wind blown by the silver dragon wings.

"Hiss~~"

The gray shadow screamed excitedly, flapped its wings and stayed in the air for a while, like a child with a distracted heart.

Among the several giant dragons, it is the smallest, barely able to cross the threshold of ten meters.

It’s not small, it’s not small, it’s not big.

It can barely carry people.

"Beep beep!"

Eamonn stared at the little wild dragon, took the dragon bone in his mouth and whistled.

"Hiss?"

Gray Shadow's pupils were puzzled. Hearing the meaning of driving away, he caught up with the two dragons flying high in the sky.

For a moment, three dragons of different sizes danced together.

At first glance, they looked like a family of three.

"That's Wormithor, Prince Aemon's dragon!"

"And Silverwing, Queen Alysanne's former dragon."

"Are they all here to find Prince Aemon?"

"Bronze Fury" Wormithor's name is well-known in the Seven Kingdoms.

Its partner Silverwing is also famous.

Probably because the first owner of the two dragons, the centenarian King Jaehaerys and Queen Alysanne, once rode dragons around the Seven Kingdoms and visited many noble castles.

Half a year ago, the new owner of "Bronze Fury" won the "Battle of Pentos" and defeated the pirates of the Three Women's Kingdom who came back.

"Is that kid trying to show off his power to me?"

Viserys's face darkened, and his chest couldn't help but feel stuffy.

But he was not a dragon rider, and his daughter's dragon was not big enough.

Facing three dragons, there was no countermeasure.

"Hiss——"

Vormisor hovered in the air, replacing Syrax's position.

Silver Wing and Gray Shadow accompanied him, and took Syrax who wanted to escape with them.

The four dragons slowly circled, roaring from time to time.

The scene was so big that it could not be described in words.

Everyone present was silent, staring at the horror of the dragons and admiring the grandeur of the dragon group.

The changes in the arena were seen by Aemon, the initiator.

Was it accidental or intentional?

Deliberately careless.

As I said, conspiracy and trickery are just techniques, and crushing with integrity is the way.

My personal strength is invincible in the arena, and my three dragons are always on standby.

My strength is obvious, come and try it if you have the guts.

If you don't dare, just set your attitude right.

"I, Aemon Targaryen!"

Aemon raised his chin proudly and shouted his name loudly.

The rune giant sword was inserted into the ground, and the black cloak behind him was torn off.

Just in time, everyone was attracted by the shout.

The black cloak was blown up by the wind, and it turned over to show its edge.

Three red dragons on a black background on one side, and a pile of pebbles between two lines of runes on an orange background on the other side.

The background color is the black of the cloak, and the two emblems are opposite to each other.

The three red dragons correspond to the rectangular orange background representing bronze.

The black background and the black pebbles echo each other.

The two different emblems are inseparably harmonious.

Aemon clamped the horse's belly and put on the cloak raised above his head again.

At this moment, this black cloak is his personal flag.

The fiery red warhorse trotted, carrying its owner around the arena, showing this two-point flag in front of everyone.

With this flag.

It means that the owner of the flag is not a vassal of anyone.

Aemon is a member of the royal family, but the royal family cannot control Aemon.

Listen to orders but not announcements.

Viserys' eyelids twitched and he clenched his fists.

How could he not understand his nephew's deep meaning.

This was to tell him not to be bound by family and kinship anymore.

Otherwise, the banner would leave.

"Aemon Targaryen!!"

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"'Dragon Slayer' Aemon..."

The noble lords didn't understand why, and only thought that His Royal Highness wanted to make a name for himself in the Seven Kingdoms.

But it was this move.

Riverdale Town and the two-pointed flag were no longer limited to the crown and the valley, and completely entered the eyes of the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms.

Everyone understood one thing.

The Targaryen family branch of Riverdale Town-Runestone City was officially established.

Aemon was smiling and showing himself wantonly.

He suddenly understood why Daemon had a gorgeous style and was persistent in living in the eyes of others.

This feeling of being the center of attention was indeed dizzying.

Half a year of house arrest in the valley, and a few days in the king's arrival.

The invisible oppression wore away his spirit and made him hesitate.

However.

In Westeros, whoever has the bigger fist has the right to speak.

"From today on, there is no Aemon of Targaryen, only Aemon of Runestone in Riverdale."

I am who I am, no longer bound by anything.

"Your Highness, your crown."

The thin servant ran over with a green wreath on a tray.

The tender green vines used for the wreath produced pink and light blue flowers, which were reinforced with gold wire and decorated with beautiful jade.

The referee in a red robe was very sensible and ordered someone to send a brand new wooden lance.

Aemon took the lance, and the conical tip of the lance lifted the green wreath and put it on.

At the beginning of the competition, contestants had the right to customize the "Crown of Love and Beauty" at their own expense.

Aemon's crown is called "Long Summer Buds".

…

Everyone present was moved when they saw the crown of love and beauty of "Long Summer Flower".

Many noble ladies walked to the fence with burning eyes and a fluke mentality.

If the Rune Knight is a potential stock, then the prince who has revealed his identity is the Iron Bank.

Whoever can receive this crown of love and beauty will be the mistress of Riverdale.

Even if we take a step back, the status will be raised countless times.

"Who will he give it to?"

Viserys' eyes were deep.

Harold looked embarrassed and dared not make a statement.

On the seat behind him, Lanaar stood up slowly and said softly: "Come on."

Rhaenyra gritted her teeth and followed him unyieldingly.

If something like that happens, there is a high chance that this crown of love and beauty will not fall into her hands.

But Lanner made an invitation and she couldn't back down.

Two Valyrian beauties with silver hair and purple eyes walked up to them and immediately attracted countless gazes.

Dimon's departure went unmentioned.

The game between the king and the sea serpent Corliss was the most frequently discussed topic among princes and ministers.

The core of the topic is nothing more than the marriage of the two daughters.

Who doesn't know that the young Prince is a piece of fat that everyone misses.

Collis looked at his tall and beautiful daughter and muttered: "If that kid is not blind, he will make the right choice."

"What if I'm blind?"

Rhaenys was filled with distrust.

Corliss looked confident: "With today's move, that kid is deliberately trying to break up with the royal family. Lanner has a good chance."

It is both emotional and reasonable, and should be given to his daughter.

Rhaenys shook her head: "We'll see."

…

Eamonn rode back to the VIP table and looked up at the young and beautiful girls.

They come from a noble family and are very reserved and polite.

Some were sitting on their seats, and some were standing together.

He did not express his intention to claim the crown of love and beauty, but he exuded charm at all times.

Eamonn scanned them one by one.

Finally, his eyes rested on the two silver-haired beauties beside the fence.

Lanner's face was charming and her lips were slightly outlined.

She is confident that this crown of love and beauty belongs to her, just as she is confident in her own loyalty.

Aemon couldn't help but smile.

Some people stand there, even if they don't say a word, you know what they mean.

A bad woman deserves to be a bad woman.

Rhaenyra was one body away, with a cool and noble temperament, like a high and mighty queen.

The young talents of the Black Party gathered behind her, including Medric of White Harbor.

Aemon looked it over.

There was clearly a hint of weak pity in those beautiful purple eyes.

The self-confidence I built up after a year and a half of touring the mainland seemed to be gone in one fell swoop.

Neither of the two silver-haired beauties spoke, as if they were secretly competing.

To whom?

Viserys wanted to know, and everyone present wanted to know.

The current situation is no longer a normal gift of courtship, but a contest between the royal family and the Velaryon family.

"drive!"

Aemon pulled the reins, already thinking of whom to give it to.

The fiery red horse shook his head and walked to the corner of the VIP table.

Facing her was Allison, who was sitting in the chair.

Alison wore a gorgeous light green dress, and her beautiful appearance was slightly bitter.

The carefully prepared appearance was overwhelmed by Rhaenyra.

Without the support of her uncle Hobert, she would have been on pins and needles.

Alison was silently lost in thought, and a flash of green flashed before her eyes.

Confused, he looked up to check.

Aemon holstered the "Everlasting Summer Flower" on his lance and said in a pretentious tone: "Your Majesty, please stand up."

Allison was stunned and stepped forward quickly.

She was confused.

What does it mean to give her the crown of love and beauty?

The conjecture was confirmed.

"Miss Allison, you are the queen of love and beauty in my heart!"

Aemon smiled slightly and saluted thoughtfully.

With his arms raised high, the wooden lance was sent to the edge of the fence.

Allison was so flattered that her heart stopped beating.

Really give it to her!

And what Aemon just called him.

Call her Miss Allison instead of Allison or Queen.

That was her name before marriage.

Seeing her hesitation, Aemon's eyes were sincere and he said in a voice that the two of them could hear: "Take it, Alison."

Lannal and Rhaenyra are not good choices.

That is a fatal false proposition.

No one stipulates that he cannot give it to other people, but to people who are really good to him.

"Thank you, Eamonn."

Allison's eyes were red, and she bent down and took off the green wreath on her lance, replacing the gold crown on her head.

Eamonn smiled and said: "It's beautiful."

"It's beautiful. Does it have a name?"

Allison held back her sobs and couldn't put it down, touching the green garland.

She never expected that one day she would receive a crown of love and beauty, given by Aemon himself.

"It's called the Longsummer Stamen, taken from the most beautiful time of ancient Valyria."

Aemon said the name of the laurel wreath and said seriously: "Its beauty is not as beautiful as yours."

Allison pursed her lips, tears welling up in her eyes.

Looking at Aemon's eyes, he wished he could hug him immediately.

When those noble girls saw this scene, their hearts almost melted.

His Royal Highness is so good at flirting.

On the other hand, the eyes of the men present looked strange.

Is this right?

Many people pretended not to care and secretly observed the king's expression.

Viserys's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and his eyes were about to burst into flames.

He could understand his nephew's act of self-preservation in giving the crown to Allison.

But you just give it away and talk so much?

Also Allison~~Miss~~

Damn Damon!

Both father and son are bastards.

Lanner's mouth twitched slightly and she secretly clenched her fists.

Well done, you didn’t lose any points!

Rhaenyra's face was cold as she stared at Allison who was so excited that she cried.

He was not satisfied with robbing her father.

What is she going to do? What is she going to do?

Eamonn:…

Pulling the reins quietly, the fiery red horse retreated a distance.

It seemed like the teasing was going too far.

Allison had tears in her eyes, and her eyes were almost watery when she looked at him.