In an instant, in the great hall, the mercenary team, who licked blood from their blades, and Renly Baratheon's personally selected Rainbow Guard immediately became locked in a tense standoff.
Looking at Renly Baratheon, who was like mud that couldn't be plastered onto a wall and only wanted to retreat, Bronn felt like his head was about to explode.
Both of the Baratheon Family's older brothers were iron-willed tough guys, so how could the younger brother be such a useless piece of trash?
Seeing that the two sides were about to clash, Renly Baratheon finally compromised under the persuasion of the Old Rose.
For him, capturing The Reach's House Tyrell was already a considerable victory; there was no need to risk his life to capture Viserys!
"Commoners are commoners; they've never seen the world!"
Renly Baratheon looked at the mercenary Bronn, whose face was full of greed, and a look of disdain appeared on his face.
Hearing this, Bronn's expression changed, and his veins bulged, but the next moment, he quickly regained his composure.
Endurance was the most basic skill for an ordinary person.
As a common mercenary, he had always been looked down upon by the noble lords.
If not for this, he wouldn't have joined this team without hesitation.
He was aiming for the position of Lord of Harrenhal, which Robert Baratheon had offered as a reward.
For a noble like Renly Baratheon, this operation was merely to show off his abilities to everyone.
Capturing the Tyrell Family, the Lord of The Reach, was already a dazzling achievement, and he naturally wasn't willing to take further risks.
But for the mercenary Bronn, who valued his future like his life, killing Viserys Targaryen and becoming the Lord of Harrenhal was his ultimate goal for this trip.
"This Targaryen Family princess will be your hostage!"
Before he finished speaking, Renly Baratheon threw Daenerys Targaryen aside and turned to descend the iron chain without looking back.
In Renly's eyes, a young princess was clearly not as valuable in Viserys's mind as the army of The Reach.
"My Lord," a Rainbow Guard from the Stormlands said, displeased, stopping him, "This is a precious hostage from the royal family!"
"Of course!"
Renly Baratheon nodded without hesitation, saying, "It is precisely a member of the royal family as a hostage that can threaten Viserys and allow us to retreat safely!"
Looking at the guard who hesitated to speak, he added again, "We cannot leave any members of House Tyrell, giving Viserys a reason to hold The Reach nobles hostage!"
Listening to Renly Baratheon's self-brainwashing words, the Rainbow Guard members fell silent.
After all, he was the new king Robert Baratheon's biological younger brother.
Soon after, they held the Old Rose's family hostage, slowly retreated down the ropes from the cliff, got into small boats, and hastily departed.
Watching Renly and the others' cowardly behavior, Bronn felt even more contempt for the nobles of Westeros.
"These noble lords are just born into good families; in a real battle, they're not even as good as an ordinary executioner!"
Bronn spat in the direction they had fled, cursing disdainfully.
Looking at the little baby girl in his arms, who was crying with fright, a cruel yet triumphant smile appeared on Bronn's face.
"Viserys, your sister is in my hands!"
Bronn held Daenerys in one arm and a longsword in the other, shouting mockingly in the empty hall corridor, "You wouldn't want your sister to get hurt, would you!"
As he spoke, Bronn pinched Daenerys's little face.
"Wah--"
In an instant, the baby's loud cries echoed through the corridor.
"Damn Bronn,"
Listening to Daenerys's piteous cries, Viserys, who was hiding in the shadows at this moment, had a livid expression.
This was Bronn, the mercenary with the least chivalry in Game of Thrones.
As long as the employer paid, he would even harm innocent babies.
"If you don't come out now, I'll cut off one of her arms and give you a one-armed queen!"
Before he finished speaking, Bronn exerted force with his hand, and Daenerys was again squeezed by him, crying loudly.
"Damn it!"
Viserys Targaryen's face turned pale.
He knew clearly in his heart that this was the mercenary Bronn's provocation.
But he couldn't guarantee that Bronn wouldn't really harm Daenerys Targaryen!
"Brother, save me!"
Daenerys Targaryen, only three years old, had never seen such a scene?
Her tears streamed down, and she cried uncontrollably.
"Motherfucker!"
Viserys Targaryen cursed under his breath.
If it were his cheap father, then so be it, but Daenerys was family whom he had raised since childhood.
Whether as a brother or as a king, he could not be a coward!
"Whoosh!"
A cold light flashed, and a dark figure pounced towards Bronn.
Seeing that someone had taken the bait, Bronn's face lit up with joy.
Indeed, young people are easily impulsive and reckless!
"Clang, clang, clang!"
The sound of clashing steel rang out, and Bronn, with quick eyes and hands, immediately swung his sword to block.
Although he only used one hand, his sword movements were so impenetrable that he gave the newcomer no opportunity whatsoever.
However, when he saw the newcomer's appearance, Bronn's face was filled with immense disappointment: "Damn it, why is it another woman? Where is Viserys? Where is he?"
Bronn roared heartbreakingly, "Viserys, you coward—"
"Sister Rhaenys!"
Seeing Bronn become even more frantic, Daenerys Targaryen, as if grasping at a life-saving straw, called out to her niece Rhaenys Targaryen for help.
Her two small hands eagerly waved at Rhaenys, and even the 'sister' she had always refused to say slipped out.
"No need to call; you, a mercenary who licks blood from your blade, are not worthy of fighting my uncle!"
Rhaenys, holding her "Embroidery Needle," said to the mercenary before her, standing ready.
"Hmph!"
Bronn's expression hardened, and a strong killing intent surged within him.
He wouldn't waste any time on this child.
From the beginning, all he cared about was Viserys's head.
A man of few words but fierce action, he delivered a kick, instantly sending Rhaenys flying, caught off guard.
Immediately after, a longsword went straight for Rhaenys's chest.
"Clang!"
The crisp sound of steel colliding rang out, and Bronn retreated repeatedly.
Looking at the silver-haired, purple-eyed boy who had suddenly appeared before him, his pupils constricted.
The next moment, he revealed a triumphant smile.
"Cough, cough, cough, you finally came out!"
Bronn was so excited that his entire body trembled.
Even facing the surrounding fires in the image hall, he didn't care at all.
As long as he captured this young boy before him, then he, Bronn, would be the future Lord of Harrenhal!
"Go, open the door!"
Viserys Targaryen, with his back to Rhaenys, shouted loudly.
Hearing Viserys's command, Rhaenys didn't hesitate for a moment and turned to run!
She knew that here, she would only be a burden to Viserys Targaryen.
Seeing Rhaenys fleeing to the rear, Bronn did not stop her.
The three mercenaries behind him, like hungry tigers pouncing on sheep, immediately went around, completely surrounding Viserys.
The thick smoke from the raging fire stung his eyes, but Viserys could no longer pay attention to these things.
Viserys gave a bitter smile.
When he had no choice but to rescue Rhaenys's life, he had already anticipated the danger of this moment.
He drew the longsword from his waist, closed his eyes, fully sensed the sound of the air flowing, and tried to recall the words of the The Red Keep's master-at-arms.
The next moment, slash, cut, block—
Viserys instinctively wielded his longsword, its heavy swordplay flowing smoothly as if alive!
Clang, clang, clang!
The sword's edge emitted a fierce roar, Viserys's eyes narrowed, and the longsword thrust straight forward, as fast as lightning.