Chapter 1127
"Brandon Prince is so handsome."
Targaryen's looks were impeccable, and Bran was greeted with applause from the ladies as soon as he appeared.
Because he has practiced sword technique all the year round, he is not as weak as the Little White face poet. His tall figure and well-defined muscles also make Knight in the hall feel good.
"This is the most handsome youngster I've ever seen. If you had appeared twenty years earlier, your father would never have thought of becoming a Sintra King." Calanthe tilted her head and said to her daughter.
Tyrion's cheek muscles twitch slightly: If you marry him twenty years ago, Mad King's name will probably resound throughout the world.
The Sintra Throne Law is very harsh on women.
Queen Calanthe is the only heir of the previous king, but she cannot be Queen, her husband is the new King. If the new King had legitimate reasons to divorce her, the throne would remain with her divorced husband, and his new wife would become queen.
After giving birth to Pavetta, Calanthe suffered two miscarriages, and her body was damaged and she could no longer conceive. So King thinks that she can't give birth to a son to oneself, and plans to re-marry a queen.
Before the plan was put into action, he fell ill and died, and there have been rumors that it was Calanthor's hand.
If Bran and Calanthe got married twenty years ago and Bran wants to be the Mad King, Calanthe might not be able to stop him.
“I am the direct descendant of the Divine King and the elder brother of the Westeros King. Of course, it is me who wants to marry Princess Paveta, not my grandmother and King brother.
I say this only to prove to you and everyone here that my blood is definitely worthy of Her Highness the Princess."
As he spoke, he turned gracefully to the nobles on both sides of the hall. Bow and salute.
"What is the Divine King? What about the Westeros King?" said a handsome poet who played the accordion, said curiously.
"The Divine King, as the name suggests, is the King of Gods." Bran lightly said with a smile.
"Is there really Spiritual God? King of Gods, who canonized it?" The poet was shocked.
"Don't you believe that Gods exist in the world?" Bran asked rhetorically.
In any country of Western culture, not believing in God is a heresy and even a heinous crime.
“Of course I believe in Gods, in fact I am a believer in Melitele,” the poet said immediately.
"My great-great-grandmother is the Spiritual God, the King of Gods, my Supreme Grandfather is the Sun God, and the Great Grandmother is the Moon Goddess. It's no secret, in our world, ask anyone who knows ."
"Sun God, Moon God..." Everyone in the hall was stunned.
Bran smiled proudly and continued: "There is no need for anyone to confer the title of Evil God Demon against the Divine King, and it will die a hundred years ago.
It's my great-grandfather's Sun. The throne was conferred by his mother, Old Ancestor She built a Sun, which was loaded in the Solar Divine Carriage, and looked after by my great-grandfather.
When I was six years old, my grandfather once held I visited my great-grandmother at the Vast-Glacial Palace.
If I had the honor of marrying Pavetta, I don't think it would be difficult to take her to the Solar Divine Carriage."
The living Myths and Legends appear beside oneself, and even the mighty Queen of Sintra is speechless.
She had long known that the Dragon Queen who had a promise with her ancestors was Spiritual God, but... now this is not Spiritual God, but a Divine Race!
It's still the Spiritual God like Sun God and Moon God, who sounds very tall.
dwarf sighed then said, breaking the silence: "Boy, stop bragging. You're not qualified to be near the Solar Divine Carriage, and in just a split second, Sun can bake you to ashes."
But his this remark not only did not tear Bran's "hide", but proved from the side that Divine King, Sun God, and Solar Divine Carriage are all facts.
Everyone couldn't help but exclaimed and whispered in a low voice, and for a moment, there seemed to be another dazzling halo on Bran Prince's body in front of him.
Bran smiled awkwardly at his uncle and Queen Calanthe, then turned to the indifferent Princess Paveta, and said sincerely: "Cintra is the pearl of the northern kingdoms, and you, Pavetta. Princess, you are the star of Sintra!
No matter what status or noble family I have, it only increases my self-confidence and the self-confidence of 'love and marriage' in front of you. "
"Hehe, this little fellow can really talk." Calanthe said to Tyrion with a smile.
dwarf stroked his beard and silently nodded, but in his heart he was thinking: This kid has Old Ancestor and I have a bit of style!
It's a pity that these beautiful words still failed to make the public take the initiative.
Bran raised his brows, smiled again, and said loudly: "Only the best men are worthy of Her Highness the Princess. Ability.
I am the eldest son of the eldest son of the kingdom. I have been high hopes for my father and grandfather since I was a child. I was enlightened at the age of two, learned poetry at the age of three, and practiced sword techniques at the age of four. At the age of seven, I became Level 2 Warrior, shoots a piebald tiger while hunting in autumn.
At 12 years old, I was able to break through Level 4 Great Knight and Level 4 Fire Sorcerer and got into Imperial University without exam.
In sword technique and witchcraft, no peers are my rivals, including my Targaryen cousin and paternal male cousin.
On the way to Sintra, I also worked for Taimo Leah's town beheaded a manticore."
"Yes, you are a warrior." Calanthe looked at Bran more solemnly than before.
"Pavita, what do you think?" she asked her daughter.
Princess Pavetta wears a blue velvet corset dress, with a long braid of thick blond hair that hangs down to her chest. There is no joy or shyness on her moon-like face. Some souls are unrepentant.
"mother, I-"
"Bang-bang!" The gate of the palace was slammed open, and two soldiers in iron armor fell directly from the outside.
The intruder was a grey leather armor warrior with a short black cape and a helmet covering his face.
"Sorry, Queen Calanthe, gentlemen, please forgive my rash intrusion...and the conflict with the court soldiers. I really wanted to speak well, but they didn't listen to me!"
The nobles at the banquet were all whispering, Princess Paveta's eyes shined at first, and then she became worried again.
Queen Calanthe looked gloomy and squinted at oneself's court Mage with reproach.
The old Druid looked embarrassed and murmured in a low voice: "Guests come in and out, there is no barrier at the gate, but...it's crazy to be alone in the heavily guarded palace."
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"I have no malicious intentions, please give me a little time to explain the purpose." The gray armor Knight said.
Because this is a wedding banquet, and because the other party wears the armor representing his identity - this is a Knight, the soldiers and the nobles at the banquet are watching the change and do not take action immediately.
warrior didn't waste time, he quickly came to the center of the hall, squeezed the stunned Bran Prince a step away, and faced Calanthe one-knee kneels: "I'm Donny of Aeron Wald, also Come for a wedding banquet, please let me marry your daughter, Her Royal Highness! I have more reasons than anyone else."
Lord God is excited, eyes wet, dwarf brows frowned , Calanthe's chest rose and fell rapidly, and his expression gradually became hideous.
But before she had time to get angry, Brandon Prince couldn't help it.
"Knight Donny, this is a wedding banquet. Of course you are qualified to propose to the princess, but can you let me finish my words first, now it's my turn!" he said angrily.
Dony Knight glanced sideways at Brandon and said solemnly: "Your Highness, Prince of a different world, you have said enough, but the princess didn't give you a good look."
Brandon may have a personality problem, but he is definitely not stupid. He glanced up at the princess and said in surprise, "You guys—"
"Donny, no last name, Aeron Ward, no shit. Small place, no one knows you, take off your helmet, my palace does not welcome people who hide their heads and show their tails." Calanthe coldly said.
"Sorry Your Majesty, I swore the Knight oath not to show my face until the Twelfth bell rang." Duny bowed.
"Fuck!" Bran immediately guessed that "the adulterer who stole his lover" had something to hide, and slapped Duny on the back of the head.
It was clever, just knocked off the helmet, and didn't hurt Donny in the slightest.
"clang!" The helmet rolled on the floor a few times. There was absolute silence at the scene. Everyone, including Brandon, was stunned by Dhoni's appearance.
"Youkai, this is a demon!" A lady screamed after came back to his senses.
"Hedgehog?" Bran took two steps back.
After taking off the helmet, a monster with black head and black face, a hedgehog nose and spiky hair is revealed. It really looks like a hedgehog turned into a monster.
"Witcher, I treated you with honor, now it's your turn to repay me, kill this monster." Calanthe gnashing teeth said.
"But he's not a monster." Witcher frowned.
"He is!"
"He is not!" Witcher said firmly.
Calanser glared at him and ordered the soldiers loudly: "Kill this rare beast!"
Several soldiers rushed up immediately...as if what's gone can never come back
Brandon hesitated for a moment to avoid being drawn into the fray.
"You made a wise choice," Duny picked up the iron sword and gave Brandon a sideways glance.
Brandon blushed and was about to say something, but the Hedgehog turned to Calanthe, loudly said: "The lioness of Sintra, I am entitled to my things, Princess Pavetta is The requirements of the Law of Accidents!"
As soon as these words came out, there was a dead silence in the hall, and many nobles were stunned, not knowing what to do.
Calanser was short of breath and spoke even more quickly, "Brandon Prince, will you help me take down this madman?"
dwarf raised his hand and was about to say something, Brandon looked happy, and immediately bowed and saluted, "Happy!"
Brandon's steps were delicate and fast, and everyone in the hall just saw a blur, and the different world Prince had come behind Donny the Hedgehog. flicks with the finger .......
on the aorta on the side of Donny's neck, graceful and easy, so slow that everyone can see what he's doing, but Donny Undefeated, groaned, limp.
"really strong!" The guards who rushed in from outside the palace were all dumbfounded.
Not only the bodyguards, but Queen Calanthe and her noble Knight were also shocked.
——This kid isn't lying, it's not an embroidered pillow!
"Bran Prince has touched the threshold of sword saint." Sophia said solemnly at the banquet.
"Boy, you made an unwise choice!" Brandon exclaimed.
"The Law of Accidents..." Donny the Hedgehog seemed to be stuck on his head with a stick, he just closed his breath and lay on the floor struggling, "I saved Rogner King , in return for the law of accident, Pavetta is mine..."
Bran ignored him, "Queen Your Majesty, what to do with this wild beast?"
"Kill him and Pavetta will be your wife." Calanthe coldly said.
dwarf hesitated.
Bran is overjoyed.
In order to please Old Ancestor, he doesn't mind taking orders at all. Anyway, he has made countless men the takers!