Chapter 147: Raid on Eagle's Nest

Oh, you're not welcome.

Aemon couldn't help but feel happy, and he broke away from the team and walked to the front.

Don’t you just love watching it?

Then let them see clearly.

Jenny smiled faintly, greeted Rhaenyra and the others politely, and turned a blind eye to this.

The people in the valley are no less xenophobic than the people in the north.

Lanner's eyes flickered and she winked at her brother.

Lanino was ordered to chase his little cousin.

Unexpectedly, Aemon waved his hand and drove him back to the group of women.

There is no need for help in the halls of the Eyrie.

Looking around, the valley nobles were silent and looked very unfriendly.

"Look at your **!!"

Aemon spoke in a surprising tone and raised his fingers in a circle: "Have you scared the sheep into silence by seeing the Crown Prince and the Prince?"

Bang!

Immediately, someone slapped the case and shouted angrily: "Arrogant!"

Forget Chi Guoguo's personal attacks, Sheep's old tricks are also brought out.

What is intolerable is unbearable.

One sentence instantly ignited the anger in the room.

Just hearing the "swish, swish" sound of sword being drawn, a large number of valley nobles and knights stood up.

The scene was frightening, but His Royal Highness was not intimidated.

"Just you?"

Aemon's eyes flickered with amusement, staring at an untouched round table.

More than a dozen people sat around a table, showing unusual calmness.

The leader, a sturdy man, wore the clan emblem of "three black ravens on a white background, each claw holding a blood-red heart."

Eamonn became interested.

There are many nobles, big and small, in the valley, but only a few are ranked high.

The Royce family of Runestone City has always been one of the most powerful vassals under the Aelin family.

The only old nobles who could rival him were the Corbray family of "Heart City".

The family believes in the Seven Gods and is rich in excellent knights.

What a good material to scare the monkeys.

Facing the gaze of Lord Orion Corbray, Aemon walked step by step, his smile fading away: "Corbray, are you deaf?"

"You're rude."

Orion couldn't bear this tone and stood up in a hurry.

The Earl, who is in his twenties, is at the peak of his youth and vitality.

Without saying a word, Aemon grabbed Orion's black curly hair and slammed it against the wooden table.

There was a muffled bang and the table almost tipped over.

"Be bold!"

"Let go of Count Orion..."

The Corbrai tribesmen and valley nobles nearby raised their hair and surrounded His Royal Highness.

In an instant, tables, chairs and benches were flying around in the narrow hall.

"I said, are you deaf!?"

Aemon curled his lips and held Orion's head firmly.

"Let me go."

Orion's face was deformed when he was pressed, and he struggled in humiliation.

Aemon rubbed his face, looked around at the aggressive valley nobles, and said coldly: "Try taking another step forward!"

Of course, these people didn't dare to come forward.

Not to mention having hostages in his hands, he was facing a Targaryen.

"Why don't you bow when you see me?"

Aemon sneered and stared at Orion under his hand again.

Peace?

Guest treaty?

Go to hell.

Isn't this the opportunity you have been waiting for?

The nobles of the valley gave him a smile, he was just a guest.

People are almost chasing people away, so don't blame him for being a bad guest.

"Dear, Your Highness, what on earth do you want to do?"

Orion's eyes were red, and he was breathing hot air as he spoke.

Never been so humiliating.

Hearing this, Aemon let go and pushed him out, and clapped his hands: "Wouldn't it be fine if I had called someone earlier? Are the nobles of the Erin Valley so rude?"

Orion was pushed and staggered, stunned on the spot.

What does it mean to be rude?

You almost pressed it into the crack of the table.

"Prince, you are violating the guest treaty."

Jenny came over with a cold face.

The guard at the door heard the noise and ran in.

Aemon was calm and asked: "Is there any?"

Turn around and pick your seat in the hall.

Her silver-gold hair shawls over her shoulders, swaying on her black robe.

Everyone only saw the back, but they didn't know what medicine the other party sold in the gourd.

boom--

Suddenly, as if a strong wind of magnitude 10 was blowing, fierce wind resistance broke out.

Jenny's expression changed drastically, and her body was shaky and unsteady.

A shadow fell, and the entire Maiden Tower trembled.

Aemon opened his hands, his silver-blond hair blowing slightly.

The next second.

"Hiss-"

A thunderous roar resounded through the giant's spear, as if a superior king was angry and howling in judgment.

The valley nobles had no time to escape and saw a bronze dragon shadow from the open door.

An extremely majestic giant bronze dragon revealed its true form, hovering over the narrow Eagle's Nest City. A pair of huge brown dragon wings enveloped the entire courtyard tower.

The tallest of the seven towers, the Maiden Tower rises hundreds of feet.

At this moment, in front of the giant bronze dragon, it is like an easily toppled building block, withstanding wind and rain.

Known as the strongest Eagle's Nest city in the Seven Kingdoms.

Facing the giant dragon that dominates the sky, it seems so pale and helpless.

"Stand back, Wormisor!!"

After only a few breaths, Aemon shouted loudly without looking back.

"Hiss-"

Wormisor's eyes were cold and he stared at the seven white towers for a while, then flapped his wings and disappeared into the clouds under the mountain top.

One person and one dragon have a perfect understanding of each other, and they know how to stop at a glance.

Bang! !

The bronze dragon disappeared, its thick tail whipped up a strong wind, and the tower door was heavily closed.

"Ah!!"

The noble ladies and young ladies had a chance to catch their breath and immediately screamed.

Seeing a dragon and facing a dragon directly, the sense of oppression is one world apart.

If you don't pee your skirt, you are considered young and tight.

Jenny felt dizzy and stared at the silver-haired figure in front of her, and her words of questioning were hesitant.

She finally understood why her father treated his half-sister Queen Emma with such respect and kindness when he was alive.

She also understood that before Lord John Royce died, he told her to guard the Eyrie and not to provoke his cousin.

Targaryen is a human.

But Targaryen, who controls a dragon, is a god above the world.

She knew how quickly the Arryn family of the Eyrie surrendered during the Conqueror's War as she was familiar with history books.

The text only records that Queen Visenya rode the dragon Vhagar to the back garden of the Eyrie and coaxed the young Duke Arryn to play.

But it did not write about the death threat of a dragon crossing the blood gate that could stop thousands of troops and breaking into the Eyrie, where the garrison strength was no more than 500 people.

"Quiet!!"

Jenny summoned her courage and shouted over the commotion in the hall.

The nobles of the valley immediately fell silent, but did not dare to draw their swords again.

The noble ladies and young ladies covered their mouths and stared at the doors and windows with fear.

If I had known, I would not have come.

After pretending to be cool, His Royal Highness walked to a round wooden table below the main seat in the hall.

There were people sitting there, both men and women, young and old.

Aemon glanced at it and saw that his clothes were wearing the family emblem of "three candles with red flames on a silver tray, with a gray background and black lining".

The Wakeley family of "Candle Cave City".

Located on the coast of Crab Bay, south of the Red Fort, it is famous for making scented beeswax candles.

Rounding off, half an old neighbor.

"Your Highness, Camon Weilik sends you his sincere greetings."

Earl Camon stood up tremblingly. He was over fifty years old and his beard was white.

Seeing him with his family, Imon smiled and said gently: "Excuse me, can you give me this table?"

"Of course."

Earl Camon retreated to the corner with his family as if he had been pardoned.

"Thank you."

Your Highness was as polite as ever.

At this time, Jenny stopped the riot and looked for the culprit.

The wind was too strong, the chandelier swayed and extinguished, and the light in the hall was dim.

Imon sat alone at a round table, smelling the fragrant beeswax candle, and turned his head as if he had noticed it.

The candlelight illuminated a group.

His handsome face was open and his purple eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and the light and shadow were intertwined under the candlelight.

At first glance, the dragon's appearance was fully revealed, and it was indescribably precious.

Jeyne's pupils dilated, and she took a half step back involuntarily.

When she came to her senses, her palms were full of sweat, and her thin lips trembled nervously.

Aemon saw Jeyne's embarrassment, retracted his gaze, and raised the corners of his mouth.

What he thought in his heart was:

"Little guy, isn't this charming to you?"

His Royal Highness has never been timid since he was a child, and he has carried the word "pretend" to the end.

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The nobleness cultivated by the luxurious clothes and food, the majesty cultivated by the high position, and the purple card gives [king's demeanor].

Not to mention the little Duchess of the Eyrie, even if Aegon the Conqueror is resurrected, don't think of overwhelm him in momentum.

Uncle Viserys said that he is more like a king than him.

Jeyne can see this scene, so the nobles of the valley are not blind.

Seeing His Royal Highness sitting upright as if nothing had happened, with his silver-gold hair hanging on his chest, he casually fiddled with the candlelight.

The nobles of the Valley did not dare to disturb him. There was no scrutiny or hostility in their eyes, only deep awe.

Aemon was used to this.

If you want people to respect you, you must first make them fear you.

There was no need to play tricks with a group of stubborn sheep in the Valley. It was enough to find an opportunity to show your strength.

Playing the pig to eat the tiger is pure farting.

A real dragon does not need to be covered.

The atmosphere froze for a moment.

The servant bowed his head and bent down to pick up the tables, chairs and benches that were blown down.

Jenny looked solemn, standing there in a dilemma.

Bang!

At this moment, the door opened from the outside.

The two flags belonging to River Valley Town and Runestone City came into view, moving forward with the flow of people.

Lady Leia walked into the hall and smelled something wrong at the first time.

His eyes found the eldest son sitting upright, and a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes.

Aemon shook his head, indicating that it was not my fault.

"I knew it."

Lady Leia did not show any expression on the surface, but rolled her eyes fiercely in her heart.

Wherever her son came, there was no peace.

Behind her, Gunsor, Holden and others poured into the hall.

"Lady Jenny, I'm sorry I'm late."

Lady Leia found the pale-faced Duchess, looked at her carefully, and saluted neatly.

Her attitude was neither humble nor arrogant, not cold, nor enthusiastic.

Jenny forced a smile and maintained her dignity: "Welcome."

Teng teng deng...

A hurried sound of footsteps came from the second floor, and a beautiful figure appeared.

"Lady Leia!"

Jansif shouted in surprise, and pounced on her like a young swallow returning to its nest.

Lady Leia did not react, and let the other party hug her waist.

Wearing copper-studded leather armor, she felt nothing at all.

Jen Sifu raised her little head with red curly hair, her brown eyes were like a little deer, and she smiled: "It's great to see you again."

"Yeah."

Lady Leia nodded slightly, still very pleased.

With the appearance of this foster mother and daughter, there was a warm feeling in the hall.

Jenny's eyes turned between Lady Leia and Aemon, and finally went upstairs to her room in silence.

Today was just the first gathering, and some of the nobles of the Valley had not yet arrived.

It was not the time to tear their faces apart, and there was no confidence to tear their faces apart.

Aemon played with the candlelight, and a dangerous breath was revealed in his deep eyes.

This killing of the chicken to scare the monkey, on the surface, was to use the Corbray family to intimidate the nobles of the Valley.

At the root, it was to shake the prestige of the Eagle's Nest and show fangs to the nobles of the Valley.

Smart people should stand in line in advance.

"Select reliable allies?"

Aemon murmured in his heart, looking at the beeswax candle in his hand.

Isn't this a ready-made good candidate.

...

The next day.

The morning sun rose from the east side of the Giant's Spear, dispersing the clouds on the hillside and bringing a hint of warmth.

Alyssa's Tears in the Vale of Arryn.

Alyssa's Tears is a giant waterfall, and the water irrigates the entire Vale of Arryn.

"Roar!"

Vhagar prostrated himself on the ground, listening to the sound of water not far away, and closed his eyes to take a nap.

Nearby was a flat grassland, located between the valleys.

The beautiful environment with lush grass and flying birds is most suitable for outings.

Aemon was lying on the ground, with a book covering his face.

"Get up."

Lanar came over with her skirt lifted, and said, "Lannino caught fish, let's grill it."

"Hoo, hoo, hoo..."

Aemon was indifferent and even snored.

Lanar said with a smile: "Weren't you very noisy last night?"

Aemon didn't answer, but just snored.

As long as I sleep, no one can wake me up.

After a while, Rhaenyra and Jansif came hand in hand.

The Eyrie is too small, and there are new nobles from the valley every day.

Jensfu was ordered to act as a guide and took several dragon riders out to see the scenery.

"Hiss!"

Haiyan lay on the edge of the waterfall, while Lannino and her lover went into the water to fish.

Overhead, Syrax slowly circled.

Except for Womisoir, who was missing, the other three dragons left the Eyrie.

It was near noon.

Several people sat in a circle and lit a bonfire to roast fish.

Lannino smiled and handed the roasted fish to the people present.

Too virtuous.

Aemon stopped pretending to be dead and observed everyone quietly.

Joffrey lowered his head and couldn't blend in.

He was dragged here by Lannino.

Laenaer smiled and looked gentle.

Rhaenyra and Jensfu sat next to each other, as if they were old friends who had been separated for a long time.

The two were quite familiar with each other, and they were both veterans and contributors to Riverdale.

Aemon retracted his gaze and took a bite of the roasted fish that was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.

He was satisfied with this trip to the Eyrie for the time being.

Intimidating the nobles of the valley was one aspect.

More importantly, he wanted to win over his cousin and brother-in-law, Lanino.

In the previous generation, there were only two dragon riders, Daemon and Aunt Rhaenys.

In their generation, the number of dragon riders doubled, no more, no less than four.

Lanar and Rhaenyra were his partners.

Although the three of them had friction, they were still a family.

Lanino was very embarrassed.

He didn't become the king's husband, and he also lost a sister.

There was a sign of isolation among the new generation of dragon riders.

Aemon said, how could that be possible!

Before the little green radishes grew up, every dragon rider was a precious treasure.

Lanino had a problem with his sexual orientation, but his character and ability were top-notch.

Haiyan was an excellent young dragon among the four generations of dragons.

"Cousin, you can come to the valley more often when you have time. It's more interesting than being alone on Tide Island."

Emon dares to think and act, and plays straight.

Lannino was stunned for a moment, and smiled even more: "No problem, we should get together more often."

See! This kid is not stupid!

The back door that the sword stabbed is not the head.

Emon smiled.

The affairs of the previous generation do not involve the next generation.

The quarrel between the uncle, the sea snake, and Damon has little to do with them.

There is no conflict of succession to the throne that cannot be adjusted by the black and green parties.

The confrontation between the royal family and Tide Island does not mean that they will never have any contact with each other.

Who knows when the sea snake will kick his legs and die, and Lanino will become the new lord of the tide.

At that time, making dumplings will be done.