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 raised his head, 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 mean no harm, I’m just a hungry poor man looking for something to eat.”

Seeing this, Rhaegar silently put down his dinner 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 seems to be really no ill intent.

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

 Having brown curly hair, brown eyes, a weather-beaten face, and always smiling.

 Very short, only 160 cm at most.

 It is quite common 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 played.

Before Rhaegar was about to get angry, the other party handed over the dinner 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.

　　Looking back at Ilic, he asked the question in his eyes.

Elic nodded slightly and signaled that everything would be okay.

 In the Red Castle, no one was bold enough to assassinate the king's eldest son in public.

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

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

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

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

 “We can talk while eating.”

"I think so too."

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

 During the exchange, Rhaegar learned.

 Hiliu was a knight's squire 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 has been put into this.

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

 I thought good times were coming.

Unexpectedly, within a few years, the big businessman was assassinated.

Hiliu was dancing for the big businessman at the time, and not surprisingly became the target of suspicion.

 In order to avoid capture, he smuggled himself to the continent of Westeros.

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

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

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

Hiliu 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 to be tall enough to have swordsmanship, and you need to have good looks to have swordsmanship...

How blind must that rich man in Braavos be to hire such a short man to dance for him?

 Does it taste unique?

“He lied in a serious manner. He may have deceived some noble girl from some family into sneaking into the Red Castle to eat and drink.”

Rhaegar smiled and said nothing, 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 noisy that the king was angry."

 “Because of what?”

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

 “A Dornishman slew his rivals and spoke with great arrogance.”

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

 “Let’s go and have a look.”

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

Xiliu 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.

There was a knight in silver-gray armor holding a sword with both hands, swinging it with great force, forcing a brown-skinned young man to retreat.

Every time 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 Shillong 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 very fiercely, with a typical charging style.

 Be fast and accurate in your attacks, crazily suppressing the opponent's actions, leaving no room for counterattack.

The Dornish youth clearly saw this and took advantage of the light armor to rush 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 looking at the situation with enthusiasm, Xiliu 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?"

“On the battlefield it is true that one is worth ten, but the Dornish boy avoids fighting and only needs to wait until his strength weakens to win.”

Rhaegar looked towards the duel field.

If you look closely, Shillong did start to pant slightly under the attacks again and again, 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 taunt: "Sir Knight, if you mount a war horse, I will definitely not fight with you, but it is a pity that you can only stand in the mud with both feet."

“Hehe, even if there is no war horse, there is no problem in cutting off your head.”

Silon’s voice was hoarse, his words were full of disdain, and 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."

“Silong is wearing a heavy armor, and the longer it takes, the worse it will be for him.”

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

“Like the Dothraki across the sea, they never wear armor and believe that agility can lead to victory on the battlefield.”

 “Read on, I believe in the Knight of Shillong.”

Rhaegar kept a straight face and secretly cheered for Shillong.

Thank you 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.

Xiliu is an original character created by the author, inspired by Xilio, the dance teacher of Erya in Game of Thrones.

　　　A mysterious, elegant and superb swordsman.

 (End of this chapter)