Chapter 307 Second Son Group

"I want to"

Daemon said without hesitation, and the wooden sword in his hand made a beautiful sword flower.

"Daemon." Trystane Shad pulled little Daemon. As a "brother" who was older than him, Trystane felt that he had to protect the children of the lady of the manor while enjoying the support of the Silver Widow Manor. "Be careful of being cheated."

He and his brother went all the way north from Dorne at such a young age. They were not abducted or died on the road. This has already demonstrated his sharpness and ability. Moreover, as a child from Dorne, a region rich in liars, thieves and wandering artists, he knows the dangers of strangers better than anyone else. In the tradition of Westeros, parents will take good care of their children wherever wandering artists go. Of course, there are as many parents who worry about their children being abducted as there are parents who reluctantly sell their children to wandering artists as apprentices in order to keep their children alive and full.

"It's a good child. What about you? Do you want to be a knight?"

"Are you a knight? A knight who is anointed with holy oil and sworn in front of the Seven Gods?" Trystane Shad still didn't believe it.

Quentin Pol drew his sword: "Whether you believe it or not, I am the only one who can take you out of this manor, and the only one who can lead you to achieve great things, or do you want to spend the rest of your life in this manor?"

The boys looked at each other, Doran Sand did not speak, but just shrank behind his brother, and Trystane nodded to Daemon.

When they were taken in by Princess Diana, the two of them did not know the problems that Daemon and Princess Diana were facing. It was not until they settled down that they knew that this seemingly magnificent manor was actually a prison for the two of them.

It is best to leave.

"Can you tell us your name? Sir." Daemon finally stood up and said.

"Not now." Quentin Pol shook his head: "You can call me Sir Fireball."

"Sir Quentin Pol?" Trystane widened his eyes. "Sir Quentin 'Fireball' Pole? I've heard your story! In the battle to wipe out the Dothraki Khalasar in the Conquest, it was you who led the cavalry to crush the flank of Jarakal and captured the dirty centaur leader!"

Quentin couldn't help but cover his head.

Tristan immediately shut up, but Daemon looked at Quentin Pole with a sparkling admiration.

"Don't spread it to the outside world." Quentin raised his finger, signaling the three boys not to talk too much. "I will take you to the Conquest, where it is safer and there are more opportunities."

"What about those people outside the manor?" Daemon was much more mature than ordinary children. He knew the situation he was facing since he was just sensible.

"They won't care." Quentin Pole shook his head. "As long as your mother is still here, you can report to King's Landing that everything is fine."

If the previous king was still here, the surveillance would be very strong, but the previous king has passed away, and the Vareses family only cares about Daeron's inheritance rights, and will not care about Daemon, who has lost his inheritance rights under the dual constraints of oaths and edicts. Now there is no power to constrain Aegon to continue to perform the surveillance mission.

"In the Conquered Land, there is a mercenary group composed of knights who lost their land or had their land reduced in the enfeoffment presided over by the king. They are basically the second sons or illegitimate sons of the family. Because there is no additional support, they can only regretfully spit out the land they have eaten, or willingly become great lords or vassals of the main line."

Quentin Bol continued.

"The knights who were unwilling to waste their blood and sweat chose a road without a future. They abandoned the remaining land for dignity, or set out with only loyal servants to form this mercenary group together."

Sir Fireball looked at the three boys.

"The Second Sons, the youngest member of them, Podrick Water, is only 11 years old, but he has captured a real knight in the conflict with the Bol family two months ago. His knight, William, the illegitimate son of the Westerling family, praised him as comparable to the blood class of the year and personally appointed him as a knight. I will train you to be warriors like Podrick in three years and make you a real knight."

"The Bol family?"

Trishtan looked at Quentin Bol in confusion.

He seemed not to care that the Second Sons were targeting his own family.

"That is a necessary price and an inevitable result." Quentin Bol said calmly: "My father and brother are the biggest beneficiaries of the king's enfeoffment, so they naturally have to bear the greatest malice."

The three boys looked at each other. Daemon and Doran didn't understand, but Tristan quickly understood what Quentin Bol meant.

Strictly speaking, as the second son of Duke Herman Bol, Quentin Bol is a natural ally of these second sons. The greatest wish of Sir "Fireball" who has no inheritance rights is to put on a white robe and become an honorary white knight. He was also the noble knight who could empathize with those sacrificed guys the most.

But now, he had an additional mission.

"I promise you."

Damon suddenly said, "But I have a wish."

"Please speak." Quentin Boll asked with interest.

He looked at the house in the center of the manor, and before he spoke, Quentin Boll spoke first.

"Dimon, there are no room for discussing some things from the beginning." He sighed and said, "Your mother can only stay here. No matter which king is sitting on the iron throne, he must fulfill the will of the king."

Dimon lowered his head.

"I understand, thank you."

"Ready, we set off for the moonless night of our three days later." Kunting Boer nodded with satisfaction: "Your mother prepared the ship for us."

Jun Lin, Red Fort.

"Your Majesty, slower."

There is no mistake, one post, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, a book, one, one, a look!

The woman's voice echoed in the king's palace, and even the lit candlestick was stained with a different kind of pink.

King Yi Geng, who had a serious figure, sat up and sat up, put on his clothes, and the huge bed corner was in the corner of the bed. The silver -haired lady who had just fought with the king somewhat shyly sorted out her hair.

"Do you say your family comes from ancient Valelia?"

The corner of the king's eyes was with a little smile.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The silver -haired woman hangs the same smile. "Hundreds of years ago, my family was the richest and powerful family in Lis. Every time your family's ancestors rode a dragon, they were received by my family."

Yi Geng smiled and didn't speak.

Since the end of the great Lisang Zhuoshou, the power of the Rojaer family has continued to decline. In this generation, if it is not the support of the royal family, the Rojaer family can not even maintain the so -called "lifelong administrator" or "dictator". title.

In order to be welcomed to the king of his own blood. The contemporary family owner of the Luojier family brought several beauties.

Liserina's Serina is one of them. In addition to having a blood relationship with the Rojaer family, her more important identity is the guest of the seat of Sirina's villa salon. With her rich knowledge, she has a lot of preciousness. Women and friends.

"Do you know Princess Serena Valezus?"

There is a trace of envy in Liserina's words and jealousy, and more admiration: "She is the brightest round of bright moon in the night sky, I am just a star with the moon next to the moon."

"I heard that Princess Danilis and Baslon Stark's wedding also received an invitation letter?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Serina didn't know why Ing asked so.

But the obese king smiled happier.

"Good."