"Wait!" Prince Easter left his seat and looked around the hall, frowning. "The Law of Surprise must be obeyed. No honorable person can sit by and watch the Law of Surprise be violated."
Geralt nodded and said solemnly, "Your Highness is right, and Tony is not a monster. He is a poor cursed knight."
Bran looked at the dwarf hesitantly, hoping that his uncle could give him a hint.
The dwarf was expressionless now.
In fact, like Bran, he was at a loss.
Before coming to this world, they had learned about the traditions and customs of this world.
The sacredness of the Law of Surprise was equivalent to the rights of guests and the sacred marriage contract in the Song of Ice and Fire world: the person who saved others could ask the saved person for the first thing he saw when he returned home, or something that the saved person already had but didn't know at the time.
The Law of Surprise was the law of the demon hunter world. In addition to having the legal effect of a contract in customary law, it also involved fate.
Under normal circumstances, Brandon wouldn't participate in the dispute of the Law of Surprise at all.
But just like Wade Frey, who knew the story of the rat chef, still did something against the rights of guests.
Just because the benefits were too great.
Tyrion hesitated at this time because of Pavetta's importance.
Maybe the fate of this world couldn't affect the Dragon Queen at all? Maybe, for Pavetta, the Dragon Queen didn't care about the laws of this world?
He pondered expressionlessly, and Bran took it as a silent agreement.
He looked at the lioness of Cintra again, because Prince Easter was her lover.
"Prince Brandon, this is my palace. You have my permission. Defeat anyone who stands in your way and show Pavetta your superb swordsmanship."
"As you wish!" Bran smiled.
At this time, Easter and the knights of "honor" had already surrounded them.
Well, this was Pavetta's wedding banquet. The guests were not only the nobles of Cintra, and foreigners might not be willing to give Queen Calanthe face.
"Prince of another world, this is not your world!"
"Challenging our laws and traditions is equivalent to insulting us."
They were either empty-handed, carrying heavy wooden chairs, or picking up the weapons of the soldiers Tony had knocked down, slowly approaching Brandon.
"I'm sorry, but this is Queen Calanthe's order!" Bran used his right leg to hook Tony's sword into the air and stabbed out with his right hand.
The knights who surrounded him only saw a silver light flash before their eyes. Their wrists hurt and they couldn't hold their weapons.
"Damn it, how can this kid be so strong!" In just a moment, seven or eight people were holding their dominant hand and wailing.
The rest of the unarmed men rushed forward. Bran did not dare to kill anyone, so it was inevitable that he would lose sight of the others. Some of the fists did not dodge and landed on his body.
However, even though he was only wearing formal attire, when he was hit, there was the sound of a wooden stake being hammered.
"Damn it! He's not that big, so why is his body so hard and his strength so strong? Could it be that there's a bull in his body?!"
"No, it's magic. There's a golden glow around his body!"
Seeing that Brandon did not use any killing moves, the knights gave up on defending and opened their arms to pounce on him while howling.
Some of them were kicked seven or eight meters away, while others were pulled away like children by an iron hoop and thrown far away, knocking down four or five people …
Three or four strong men hugged Brandon's arms, waist, and thighs. He roared, and the strange golden runes could be faintly seen through his formal attire.
"Princess Pavetta, Queen Calanthe, please forgive my rudeness!"
He even had the time to shout at the queen on the steps.
Then, like a Chu Bawang surrounded by a group of weaklings, Bran picked up the knights who were hugging him and hammering his head with their fists and threw them away like trash.
In just a moment, the hall of the palace was a mess and wailing could be heard everywhere.
Brandon stood proudly on the spot. Only his hair and clothes were a little messy, and even his breathing was not heavy. The floor beside him was full of moaning knights.
Prince Easter was also bruised and swollen, and was one of them.
"I didn't expect the prince's Vajra Body Tempering Art to have such achievements," Sofia exclaimed.
"His character is bad, but his talent is really strong," Jeannette whispered.
"All Targaryens have good talent," Asha said sourly.
Brandon looked around, and all the knights and nobles who met his gaze couldn't help but gulp, while the eyes of the ladies and young ladies all lit up.
Powerful, handsome, noble, sweet-tongued, and good character, Prince Brandon was perfect!
"Donny the Hedgehog, you shouldn't have come." Brandon came to the Hedgehog Knight with his sword, but did not immediately attack. First, he used his eyes to ask Queen Calanthe.
"No, don't!" Princess Pavetta shook her head with tears in her eyes.
Queen Calanthe, who had hesitated, immediately shouted angrily, "Kill him, kill this monster!"
Brandon raised his sword to stab.
"Stop!"
Along with the shout came a silver glow. With a bang, before Brandon could react, the silver glow was as fast as lightning and hit the middle of the iron sword.
Golden sparks flickered.
"Ahh!" Bran's hand was sore, and the iron sword fell to the ground with a clang.
Looking at the iron sword bouncing on the floor, he was stunned for a moment. The blade was twisted, and there was a bean-sized gap where it had hit. Beside the iron sword, there was a silver spoon that was intact.
The soft silver spoon smashed a hole in the hard steel blade???????
"You —" Bran suddenly turned his head and looked at the Demon Hunter who was slowly walking over. He said in shock, "You're a Sword Saint?"
"Prince Bran, you can step down. I'm a Demon Hunter, and I only know how to kill. My attacks are either crippling or injuring," Geralt said calmly.
Bran first looked at his uncle, but Tyrion slowly shook his head.
"You're a Demon Hunter, why are you involved in this matter?" Bran said unwillingly.
"I can't watch an innocent person get killed."
Bran's expression changed a few times. In the end, he unbuttoned his suit at his throat, took a few steps back, and got into a fighting stance. He said in a deep voice, "I'm a descendant of the King of Gods, and I won't back down without a fight."
Geralt stared at him for a while, and his eyebrows gradually relaxed. He nodded and said, "I understand, I'll try my best to control my strength."
"You're humiliating me!" Bran was furious. "Today, I'll let you know that a Sword Saint isn't invincible."
"Dragon King's Roar of Fury!" It was standard Chinese. As the last syllable fell, Bran's mouth seemed to have spat out an explosive missile. The flames rolled up a circle of milky white airwaves and covered the Demon Hunter's head.
"Roar!" Everyone in the hall had a terrifying feeling, as if a volcano had erupted under Bran's feet. At the same time, a sacred and majestic dragon roar rang in their ears.
For a moment, their hair and beards were burnt, and they felt dizzy.
This was a triple attack of soul, flame, and sound waves.
The Demon Hunter, who bore the brunt of the attack, took half a step forward. Like a reef in a flood, he stood still under the pressure of the sound waves and soul. The flames that swept towards him seemed to have met an invisible shield, and countless sparks flew in front of him.
"Not enough!" Geralt said lightly.
"Crash —" The chandelier behind him shook violently, and the plates on the table shattered. The glass window above the stone wall of the palace exploded with a bang.
"Eighteen Fire Dragons!" Brandon's left hand hung over his right palm, and in the blink of an eye, a rapidly spinning fireball was filled between his two palms. The flames turned from bright red to blazing white.
"Hiss —" A python-like five-clawed fire dragon flew out from the fireball. It bared its fangs and brandished its claws, and pounced on the Demon Hunter.
"Hiss —" The second, the third … It was like a Gatling gun. In just a short breath, eighteen fire dragons that were ten meters long and as thick as buckets occupied most of the space in the palace.
The fire dragon's eyes shone with wisdom. It avoided obstacles such as the chandelier, tables and chairs, and idlers, and attacked the Demon Hunter from all angles.
The Demon Hunter also practiced both magic and martial arts. A transparent barrier with blue runes appeared around him. The fire dragon's claws were as sharp as real swords, and its teeth were even sharper than the blade of a metal sword. It scratched a crack on the barrier.
Although the crack healed quickly, the barrier was visibly illusory. In a few blinks of an eye, with a bang, the barrier shattered into pieces of flickering runes that looked like fireflies, and then disappeared completely.
"Prince Brandon is too powerful. He practiced both magic and martial arts, and he has reached a level that mortals can't reach."
"Maybe the gods are real, and he is a descendant of the gods."
The nobles of Cintra were pale, and they looked at Bran with awe.
"Clang —" The sound of a sword being unsheathed suppressed the roar of the fire dragon. Geralt drew his own sword, and drew an "eight" in front of Bran, who was smiling proudly ten steps away.
It was as if he had cut nothing, but he had cut nothing.
"Boom — Slash —" Bran's expression stiffened. It was as if he had been hit in the chest by an invisible bomb. He was instantly thrown back more than ten meters, smashed through the thick oak table, rolled to the corner, and slammed into the stone wall.
Out of the eighteen flying fire dragons, three of them were in the way of the Sword Aura and were directly crushed. The other fifteen lost control, and their eyes lost the light. They crashed into the floor and the roof, leaving a large area of black and dark red molten state.
The bronze chandelier melted into liquid, and the beams were burning. Everyone in the hall felt like they were in a furnace.
At this moment, everyone could feel the power of Bran's fire dragons.
Of course, the Demon Hunter was stronger.
Fortunately, Master Tyrion was there to control the flames, and the old Druid had set up a defensive barrier, so the fire didn't spread and didn't affect the innocent.
"You, you are not an ordinary sword master!" Bran's chest was almost broken in half. From his left shoulder to the right side of his waist, his flesh and ribs were all cut open, and even his heart was cut open.
However, he didn't die immediately. Instead, the wound automatically emitted a milky white holy light, and even his blood was slowly flowing back.
The Priest of the Imperial College didn't stay idle either. He immediately stopped the bleeding and healed him.
"You're about to become a sword master?!" Bran's face was full of unwillingness.
"Sorry, I'm a Demon Hunter. I'm used to using my full strength when facing demons." Geralt sighed and walked to Tony the Hedgehog to help him up. He said to the gloomy Queen Calanthe, "Your Majesty, Tony saved your husband's life, and he must pay back what he owes. This is the law of accidents, the law that everyone abides by, and also the wish of fate. Are you sure you want to go against fate?"
"Rules are set by you men, and I don't follow them! Even if I'm facing fate, I won't back down! "Calanthe's face was ashen as she shouted.
"Fine, you don't fear fate, but you have to keep your promises, right? Even ordinary people have to keep their promises. As a queen, you should keep your promises, "the Demon Hunter said.
"That bastard Ragnar is dead. I didn't ask anyone to save him. His promise has nothing to do with me!"
The Demon Hunter was speechless.
Ragnar was Calanthe's ex-husband who "died of illness." Before Pavetta was born, Tony saved her and made a promise to her by the law of accidents.
"Mother, I love Tony!" Princess Pavetta finally broke free from her fear of her mother. She ran down the stairs and hugged Tony passionately. Her face was full of happiness.
"I love him. When I'm with him, I feel freedom and happiness that I've never felt before. This is my wedding banquet. I can choose my own husband. I want to marry Tony! "
"This princess's taste is a bit …" Asha whispered into Danny's ear. "Even if Brandon has thousands of flaws, at least he's human. He's not bad looking. How can a hedgehog eat him?"
"It must be true love," Danny said.
"Maybe … No, I always feel that they …" Princess Sansa frowned as if she had encountered a big problem. "The princess's behavior is not normal. The Hedgehog Knight is old enough to be her father. According to the law of accidents, Tony should take her as his adopted daughter."
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