As soon as the words left his mouth, he had already charged out.
"Wha... what?"
Jilian was stunned. He looked around at his soldiers, never expecting that the other party would choose a direct confrontation despite being outnumbered five to one.
Without saying a word, Daeron grabbed the other man's collar.
Jilian's reaction was half a beat slow, and he subconsciously reached for the sword at his waist.
Just as his fingertips touched the hilt, he took a heavy knee to the stomach, nearly knocking the previous night's dinner out of him.
"You bastard!"
The sharp pain ignited his anger. Gritting his teeth against the piercing agony, Jilian gripped Daeron's wrist with one hand and swung a fist toward his face with the other.
Daeron's reactions were swift, instantly catching the incoming fist.
"How is this possible?"
Jilian was dumbfounded. Despite a seven-year age difference, not only could he not pry the other's hand off, but even his punch had been easily caught.
"Idiot!"
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Daeron let out a cold sneer, slowly twisting the fist he held, producing a series of crisp cracking sounds.
With two upgrades to Farming and Gathering, plus the daily consumption of special crops, his Life Force was no longer what it used to be.
When it came to strength, he truly had nothing to fear.
"I yiel—"
Jilian was flustered and truly terrified.
However, Daeron gave him no chance to surrender. He threw his head back and slammed it into the other's face, cutting him off mid-sentence.
In the next second, his left foot, which seemed rooted to the ground, rose and kicked cleanly at the most vulnerable spot where the other's right calf met the ankle.
With a loud crack, the nearly unconscious Jilian was instantly jolted awake, letting out a shrill scream.
Bang!
Daeron hooked his arms around the man, spun, and executed a beautiful shoulder throw, followed by a rain of punches.
It was just a brawl.
As the saying goes, one strike to the mouth to prevent pleas for mercy, two to the legs to prevent escape, and the rest is free fighting.
One punch, two punches, three... after a few blows, Jilian's face was beyond recognition.
Daeron remained expressionless, still dissatisfied. He grabbed the man's conspicuous golden curls and slammed his head against the gravelly ground.
*Hiss*, something bad is going to happen."
Count Owen hid in a corner to avoid getting caught in the crossfire.
But from the start of the conflict until now, only a few dozen seconds had passed, and the Lannister man had already been beaten half to death.
"Prince, calm down!"
Count Owen was both anxious and afraid. He stomped his foot and ran out to stop it.
Using a head as a cosplay basketball—any more smashing and it was going to burst.
Daeron slammed Jilian's arrogant face into the ground once more, caught his breath, and stopped. He said very calmly, "I am very calm, Lord."
It was Jilian's own bad luck, the idiot, for running into him.
Growing up, with his status as the beloved son of Mad King, no one had ever dared to be disrespectful to his face.
He would use him as an example to warn the others.
On the other side, the battle ended even faster. Ser Jon, holding a longsword, swept through the squad of fully armed Lannister soldiers with irresistible force.
Following the Prince's lead in severity, he showed no mercy to the weak.
The entire squad of eight was taken down. Two had their throats slit and died, one had his stomach sliced open with his intestines spilling out, and the rest were wailing incessantly.
"Open your eyes and look. They are all suffering because of you."
Daeron sat on Jilian, grabbing the golden hair he was so proud of to force his head up, making him witness the miserable state of his soldiers.
Jilian's head and face were covered in blood. In his near-fainting state, he opened his eyelids a crack, tears of fear and regret surfacing in his eyes.
Under the double blow to body and mind, he lost consciousness completely.
Daeron let go and said faintly, "At least he has a bit of a conscience."
If he remembered correctly, Jilian was supposed to be the best-natured of Tywin's three brothers, who went missing on a voyage to find the family sword.
By beating him into a serious injury now, he might avoid being killed at sea.
He should actually be thanking me.
Count Owen hopped with anxiety, saying, "You've beaten a member of House Lannister. You're in trouble now."
"A Targaryen beat a Lannister. How much trouble can it be?"
Daeron wiped the blood from his fingertips and said calmly, "Transport the materials back to the Princes Domain, and haul that wooden stump back to The Red Keep."
"Oh, and haul this guy back as well while you're at it."
Consider it a daily good deed.
Count Owen was burning with anxiety, but he couldn't dissuade the Prince, nor did he know how to help.
One must know that the King had hardly attended to governance since his coronation. For over a decade, the kingdom had been governed by the Hand, Lord Tywin.
Lord Tywin's power had long since grown to a point where it threatened the authority of the crown.
The Prince had beaten his brother; the other party would not let this go.
"What a mess!"
Watching Daeron walk away as if nothing had happened, Count Owen sighed and groaned, dutifully cleaning up the aftermath... half an hour later.
The atmosphere in The Red Keep had quietly shifted. The servants began to fall silent as cicadas in winter.
Daeron's expression remained unchanged as he walked through the busy front hall.
The matter of beating the Lannister didn't weigh on his mind.
Right now, he needed to confirm something first.
He went up the stairs and passed through a long corridor.
A sharp light flickered in Daeron's eyes as a worn iron axe quietly appeared in his right hand.
The strange dream last night was no hallucination, and the materials from Whitewalls he encountered today were not for no reason. There must be some deeper guidance at play.
He arrived at the door of a room and pushed it open.
Shae was inside. She was startled by the rough noise and spread her arms to shield her two younger brothers.
This was Daeron's own room.
"Second Brother!"
Jaehaerys cried out in surprise and joy, but just as he was about to step forward, he was blocked by a slender arm.
Shae's eyes were filled with confusion, landing on the axe in her brother's hand.
Before the door was pushed open, the three siblings were surrounding a wooden stump.
"Move aside a bit."
Daeron's gaze locked onto the wooden stump that had been hauled back. He silently channeled Life Force into his arms, swung the axe, and chopped down fiercely.
Bang!
The Phoebe zhennan wood was indeed hard; the axe only managed to chip off a few splinters.
Shae trembled in fear, shielding her two young brothers as they took two steps back.
They had heard that Daeron had beaten a Lannister and then put a wooden lump in his room. They had intended to come and show some concern, but unexpectedly stumbled upon this nonsensical scene.
Bang! Bang!
Daeron's eyes were like torches as he continued to hack away.
Before Jilian arrived, he hadn't been on high alert.
But the moment he was repeatedly throwing punches, the blood in his body boiled, seemingly triggering some switch hidden deep within.
He suspected... no, he was certain that there was something inside the wooden stump attracting him.
"Hah!"
Daeron summoned all his strength, raising the worn iron axe high for one final downward stroke.
Thud!
The golden Phoebe wood, originally hard as iron, suddenly split open, revealing a special wedge-shaped cavity inside, spilling out a pile of dry straw.
As if its mission was complete, the wood let out a sharp splintering sound and collapsed.
The wood was in two halves, and straw was flying everywhere.
Under Daeron's piercing gaze, an oval-shaped red dragon egg fell out, landing lightly on the soft straw.
"A dragon egg!!"
Shae's eyes widened, and she gasped, covering her mouth.
Jaehaerys and Viserys were also drawn in, their mouths hanging open.
The axe slipped from his hand with a clang. Daeron's body swayed slightly, a satisfied smile appearing on his face: "As I thought, my intuition was right."
The dragon egg was red, with intact scales, golden spots, and black spirals.
It was actually a dragon egg that still possessed a faint glimmer of vitality.